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autumnwhistles · 1 year

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Introducing Last Life SMP: The Unofficial Musical

“There is an old, old tale to be told

Of green like the spruce, of crimson and gold.”

[Full song list and links under the cut]

NOTE: AUDITIONS ARE OPEN UNTIL NOV 20TH!!!! If you're interested, please check out the #auditions and #info tags for more information.

Those are the first lines sung (...kind of) in a musical adaption of the Last Life SMP I’ve decided to talk myself to write, for... some reason. Please note this is not an actual play and never will be (rights and crediting issues, for one thing, the CCs deserve to take credit for the storyline they’ve made), but I will record, put it together, and upload songs to Youtube in a playlist. Most of the plot is from Last Life itself, and is stated in the songs, so it should be easy enough to follow. There will also be the relevant plot in the description of each song.

My aim is to tell a coherent story through songs (which, because I can’t hold myself back, I’ve planned 45 of...), meaning that I can’t just jump perspectives continuously and chronicle events. This means that some of the CC’s characters are going to have a bigger role than others, though I do want to honour everyone involved, so I’d appreciate any ideas on doing this (especially for Tango and Skizz). However, so far:

It mainly follows Martyn (especially due to his lore, he had the easiest storyline to adapt into a narrative setting, and to me at least was the main character of that season), partially following Scott as the winner as well. They do foil each other quite well this season, which is a bonus – though I am going to be stretching this for the sake of Cohesion^TM.

Important events and important exposition are given to us by the Chorus, keeping the storyline in tact while shifting focuses (Joel going Red, for example). The Chorus are actually Watchers observing the events, which is hinted in the opening song (they sing a lot of references to Martyn’s Last Life teaser, for instance).

This means that Watchers and Listeners are technically canon (especially since we’re following Martyn’s lore), but the names aren’t going to be stated so things can be interpreted differently for people who don’t keep track of/aren’t fans of that.

Memories of 3rd Life are also canon, as they are in the series.

This follows the headcanon (and out-of-universe truth) that 3rd Life took place in Spring and Last Life in Autumn, so if there are references to that in songs (which they are), that’s why.

Also, though I’ve tried to keep everything as faithful to the events of Last Life as possible (except one confrontation/song that doesn’t happen, to resolve various things), but I do tweak some minor chronological aspects (eg when alliances were established) and omit some things again for cohesion, and also to help establish information early on.

Progress-wise first song is nearly finished, though I do still need to record it. I have pretty concrete ideas for others, and some I don’t really know yet, but hopefully they’ll be coming out at a steady, if slow, pace. I am somewhat a novice at music production (as in recording and putting tracks together) though, so help with that would be appreciated.

*if you’re not convinced, watch the start of his session 8 until 1:57, he canonically hallucinates his friends and this is due to a sinister entity only he can hear speaking to him and commanding him to follow it even somewhat despite his will, manipulated by promises of bringing back these dead friends. And all this is in his episodes. Main character behaviour, guys. Main character behaviour.

Full song list:

Part 1:

1. Overture/Middle of Nowhere: We’re introduced to the Last Life world by the Chorus as players spawn in. Martyn seems to hear something, but brushes it off.

2. Corners of the World: Through Martyn’s perspective we’re introduced to players and their alliances. He meets Scott and Pearl and chats to them for a while, before heading with them to spawn.

3. “Tales: Record 13″/”The Boogeyman”: At spawn, Grian narrates his experience with BDubs’ Boogeyman curse, and all around the map the players express what they’ve heard about the Boogeyman curse themselves.

4. “A(ha)lliances”: The Southlands ally, making a-ha jokes, and Pearl and Scott solidify their alliance via Pearl gifting Scott a life.

5. “The Table Song 1″: Now some time into the series, the Chorus updates us on the alliances that have formed: the Fairy Fort, Team BEST, Magical Mountain, Scott and Pearl, and the Southlands. It also chronicles the journey of the Enchanting Table, now in Magical Mountain, and the Southlands’ trip to enchant which ends with Scar’s Boogeyman kill.

6. “Our Will Be Done (Precursor 1)”: Martyn hears a mysterious voice speaking to him for the first time, telling him to give Ren some Nether Wart. He does so.

7. “Debts (potentially an instrumental)”: Martyn extinguishes Ren’s burning tower and Ren tells him of his alliance and pledge to Lizzie, reminding him of his time in 3rd Life.

8. “In Spring We Met”: After returning to the Southlands, Martyn thinks about the conflicting loyalties he feels between the Southlands and the remaining ties he feels to Ren, despite it being a new life. As he falls asleep, the voice whispers to him about betraying the Southlands and forming an alliance with Ren to suit its own goals.

9. “Green, Crimson, Gold”: Joel is now Red after an unlucky session, and news of a Red name spreads throughout the server.

10. “The Table Song 2″*: The journey of the Enchanting Table is further chronicled, coming into Scott and Pearl’s possession, who then sell it to Lizzie for a life each, putting Scott up to the same number of lives as Martyn, 4.

11. “Their Dubious Game”: Scott wonders about how trustworthy the rules of the game actually are, prompted by the forced isolation of Red names this time due to their nature contradicting his experiences in 3rd Life with Jimmy, while Martyn, breaching the border with the Southlands, hesitantly wonders the same thing.

12. “Northern Lament”: Below Magical Mountain, Joel fumes at being distrusted by everyone and isolated purely due to his Red name. Above, Scar muses about being isolated and distrusted for the opposite reason, because of how many lives he has.

13. “A(ha)alliances (Reprise)”: Time passes, and Martyn grows closer to the Southlands. However, he’s still meeting up with Ren who offers to introduce him to Lizzie and the rest of the Fairy Fort, potentially considering a betrayal. The Voice prompts him to accept this, as they can be useful in its plan.

14. “unnamed Wither theme (Instrumental)”: Grian informs the Southlands that Scott and Pearl are in possession of a Wither Skull, expressing his desire to retrieve it. Martyn, Impulse and Mumbo go, Martyn however intending to eventually destroy it because of how unprepared everyone is for a Wither fight.

15. Unnamed Song: After they’re found out by Scott and Impulse and Mumbo flee, Scott informs Martyn that Grian also has a Wither Skull, Martyn immediately gives the skull back, and the two talk about their distrust of Grian and his desire to bring complete chaos to the server. However, that night (post-song) the Voice informs him that its goal is to watch the server burn.

16. “The Table Song 3″: The Chorus further chronicles the Enchanting Table’s journey, now in the Fairy Fort, where two members – Ren and BigB – are chosen as the Boogeyman. Team BEST visits and Bdubs gives a life to Lizzie in exchange, giving enchanting to everyone free of charge. Ren manages to kill a member of Team BEST, Skizz, but BigB has not gotten a kill yet, and the session is nearly over. He catches sight of his closest ally Cleo by the side of Ren’s pit trap.

17. “Green, Crimson, Gold (Reprise)”: Cleo, now Yellow, arrives at Scott and Pearl’s base informing them of BigB’s Boogeyman kill on her, wanting to cut TIES. Scott and Pearl accept (song intro). Meanwhile, Joel is getting desperate for allies, now hunting for Yellows to convert to Red with him. Hearing about Grian’s wither skull, he goes to the Nether, where Grian and Mumbo are building a Ghost farm, and shoots Grian off the edge, turning him Red. BDubs, fighting in the Nether, falls and turns Red too. When heading to Scott and Pearl’s base, a Yellow Cleo is killed by Joel’s trap.

18. “Friends”: The Southlands are informed of Grian’s death, and, now Red, Grian is to be exiled from the Southlands. He desperately tries to kill Mumbo as Impulse and Jimmy arrive, asking if they can still be friends, while Scott and Pearl mourn the loss of a friendship with Cleo, and Martyn is introduced to the rest of the Shadow Alliance under the gaze of the Moon, giving Ren a life.

Part 2:

1. “Walls”: Grian has been exiled from the Southlands, the stone wall he built separating them. In the Snow Fort, Etho and BDubs build a wall to keep them separate until he can gain a life again. Cleo, wanting vengeance on BigB, meets Scott on the other side of his wall, Scott giving her some sugarcane. Post-song, Grian, Joel and Cleo express their desire to gain lives back from Scar.

2. “Their Will”: Martyn relays the aims of the Voice, which he now interprets as the Moon, to the rest of the Shadow Alliance, who agree with it.

3. “Die For Me”: In a Shadow Alliance meeting, Martyn asks if there’s anything recent he should know about the Fairy Fort. They tell him the Fairy Fort has burned down at the hands of Cleo, relaying the tale as a flashback (with mainly Cleo singing).

4. “Promises”/“Coal Mine”: Martyn chases Jimmy, who’s stolen his life in the Southlands life-passing ritual, spurred on by the Voice. He lies to Jimmy, telling him they can run away from the Southlands together if he gives him back his life. Jimmy expresses his worry about potentially being the first out again in the process, as this has happened before and he is very vulnerable as a Yellow, and agrees. Martyn runs back with his life straight after.

5. “The Table Song 4”: Since there are only three of them now, the three remaining Southlanders spend the day together, including sneaking around Team BEST’s snow fort looking for the Enchanting Table and finding a secret entrance. They are caught but let go due to some lies of Martyn’s about their aim, telling them he was simply looking for Ender Pearls.

6. “Unnamed Wither Theme (Song: Precursor)”: During the day, the Southlanders meet Scott, Martyn bringing up the danger of Grian’s Wither Skull as he’s now Red, and they decide to look for it. As Martyn is called away to a Shadow Alliance Meeting, Impulse manages to find it, and entrusts it to Scott. Scott gives it to the Fairy Fort for safekeeping.

7. Unnamed Song: Cleo, now Yellow again, visits Scott and officially joins their alliance. Scott expresses his desire to simply protect his allies and simply live a quiet life in these games, though violence is necessary as a means to this end as he knows the chaos that will ensue.

8. “Tales: The Wizard On The Mountain”: a Yellow Grian rejoins the Southlands, telling them (especially Martyn, as he did not know when this happened due to his absences) how he got a life back from Scar, who’s now Yellow himself. (And yes Grian gets songs where he’s relaying events to others instead of ones of them happening to him because he’s a Watcher hehe, he’s not involved in the action songs he watches)

9. “The Trial of Timmy”: The Southlands hold a trial for Jimmy about whether he should be exiled or stay in. They will anonymously vote their verdict in a book, Grian campaigning for Jimmy to leave, while the others, minus Martyn, campaign for him to stay. When it is time for them to vote, Martyn votes him in.

10. “Our Will Be Done (Precursor 2)”: The Voice is angry at Martyn, asking him why he’s still attached to the Southlands when he wishes to join the Shadow, appearing to him and telling him a demonstration is in order... “Lights extinguish/Begin the Slaughter/Our Will Be Done!”

11. “Unnamed Wither Theme (Instrumental 2)”: Grian manages to gather the three Wither Skulls he needs with the help of Impulse, who wants to stay loyal to his allies and feels regret for taking it with Scott. Martyn, though not active, does not try to stop him, and distracts Team BEST while the other two take it.

12. “Red, Crimson, Gold (Reprise 2)”: As Grian is distracted by this aim, the other members of the South fall to boogeymen, of which there are six of this session, due to the Voice’s promise. Impulse falls to Yellow at Scott’s hands, and Mumbo and Jimmy both become Red, along with many other players on the server, including Lizzie and once more, Joel.

13. “Friends (Reprise)”: Returning to the Southlands after their mission, Grian, Martyn and Impulse find the South blown up by Mumbo: mourning the loss of the alliance, they mournfully burn the walls in commemoration. Grian and Martyn muse on each other’s untrustworthiness, Impulse remaining loyal to both, as the allyship between Scott, Pearl and Cleo strengthens. Far away, Etho, with Bdubs once again on the other side of the wall, discovers the missing Wither Skull, suspecting the Southlands.

14. Unnamed Song: Martyn and Grian, now the last two Southland members after Impulse is shot by Mumbo in the Nether and becomes Red, mentally comment about their distrust of the other person and about there being something off about them, Martyn due to the Voice’s seeming hatred of Grian and Grian’s apparent apathy to everything apart from causing bloodshed, Grian because he senses something around Martyn (Watcher powers heh) and his relative absence from the Southlands when they were still around, though he does express a wish to protect their last remaining threads of alliance. They express none of this aloud.

15. “When Will You Learn?, Parts 1 and 2”: Heading back to the Southlands, Grian and Martyn meet Jimmy and Mumbo, who attack them. Grian kills them both, to Martyn’s shock, and shocked himself, tries to defend these actions. All of a sudden, the Voice appears again and a Boogeyman curse strikes Martyn. Prompted by the Voice (seeming to have a specific hatred of Grian) and by vengeance for Mumbo and Jimmy, Martyn immediately moves to kill Grian. He succeeds, but the kill is attributed to Joel, who has sniped him. Exhausted, Martyn managed to kill Tango. When called to another Shadow meeting, he returns to his empty Southlands tower instead.

16. “Unnamed Wither Song (Proper)”: The Wither is raised by Grian and Impulse in Team BEST’s base. Etho wants to run, but Bdubs attacks it, giving him the courage to attack too – however, Bdubs loses a life to it, turning Red once more. The remaining Greens and Yellows flock to fight it as the Reds join in, trying to kill the other players. The Wither is defeated by Etho; Impulse falls to Scott’s hand, dying permanently; Bdubs takes Lizzie’s final life as he was promised a life in exchange for killing a Red; he is shot by Grian as he runs to Etho to inform him of this.

17. Unnamed Song: In the aftermath, Etho mourns BDubs’ death, while Ren mourns his failure to protect his Shadow Queen, even if she was Red.

18. Unnamed Song (and the only one not following ‘canon’ events): With Impulse’s death as a catalyst, Martyn seeks out a Red Grian, proposing a temporary truce for him to explain what's going on. They confront each other about their various actions against the Southlands, and their apparent detachment from it, and talk about their suspicions that the other person knows more than they seem about the nature of the games – as the Voice tries to stop Martyn from inquiring further. Grian says he experiences this alongside his friends as a decision when prompted by Martyn stating he never cared in the first place. He wonders if Martyn would understand the situation due to his position; however, he does not know what Grian is talking about and distrusts him. Angry, Grian leaves, calling Martyn nothing but a follower. Angry, the voices swell around Martyn and he falls asleep.

19. “Our Will Be Done”: Waking up all alone, Martyn hallucinates his friends, before they are revealed as fake, the Voice in their places. He snaps at it, finally asking why they’re doing this. Why are they speaking to him? Why are they hell-bent on killing Grian? What did he mean? Why does he have to follow it when he wants to do the opposite of what they tell him? Who are they – why should he do anything they say? However, they pacify him, promising that if he does what they say, they will bring Impulse, Mumbo and Jimmy back. Martyn concedes.

20. “Scott’s Elegy”: Scott, cursed as the Boogeyman once more makes a decision to surrender himself to the curse instead, as he doesn’t want to kill any more allies with so few lives left in the game.

21. Unnamed Sad Martyn Song: Martyn thinks on Scott’s decision, thinking about what he’d once wanted, everything that’s now impossible as he’s pushed around by the Voices with not enough willpower to say no: he wishes to make choices but cannot, and thinks about Grian’s words.

22. “Our Will Be Done (Reprise)”: In a meeting of the Greens and Yellows, the Voice tells Martyn to place an End Crystal in the centre as a test for Scott: if he blows it up, he passes, if he doesn’t, he fails. Scott chooses not to, and as Scott turns Red, the voices talking to Martyn become loud and angry, commanding him to kill Scott for disobeying them, yet again promising him the Southlands back if he does. While walking around, Martyn loses his first life to a trap at Grian’s hands.

23. “Boogie Boogie On The Dance Floor”: The Chorus informs us that it is the last day. Pearl is chosen as the Boogeyman, rigging a TNT trap on a disco floor, turning Ren’s red. The others quickly fall to the Reds, including Cleo.

24. “Martyn’s Stand”: Now left as the last Yellow, Martyn decides he is tired of hiding, deciding make a last stand against everyone. At first humming the start of “In Spring We Met” as a comfort, he heads to a mountain and pouring lava down the sides as a beacon for the Reds. However, though he puts up a good fight, he doesn’t manage to take any of them down before dying himself, marking the server entirely Red.

25. “Battle Royale”: With the Reds having turned on each other, the four survivors – Pearl, Scott, Ren and Martyn – agree to a Battle Royale to decide the victor. Pearl dies early on, prompting Scott to grieve and resolve to win this fight, no matter what it takes. Martyn eventually falls to his own End Crystal. Only Scott and Ren are left, and they fight to the voices of dead players telling them to play the game. After a long fight, Scott manages to kill Ren, partially due to a zombie which he interprets as the world maybe doing something after all for his defiance. He is crowned the winner. However, the Voice does not like this, the Chorus supporting this, and Scott is stricken dead with heavenly lightning.

26. “Plainly Spoken [Epilogue]”: All is silence, and yet Martyn opens his eyes once more, to the Voice and the Chorus, now joined as they are the same entity, informing him how disappointed they are in him, and that he is heading closer and closer to the light. As he asks questions, he is cut off, and they say he will forget all that has happened with them as he and everyone else moves into the next game. Up above, the land is now in the state it was at the start of “Middle of Nowhere”, and they are revealed to be those that run the death loop.

*This may be later excluded due to not adding much at the moment.

#last life smp #llsmp #trafficblr #the life series #last life: the (very unofficial) musical #martyn inthelittlewood #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #smajor1995 #grian #<-- tagging due to narrative importance (i won't tag everyone don't worry)#3rd life smp #limited life smp

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kyistell · 2 months

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Wow me, drawing Jersey? Craazzzyyyyy

Anyway, I had an original design for this type of look on the Ipad, ended up not looking at it once since I apparently have memory. Kinda glad I didn't since I could go just by memory and figure it out as I went along ya know. (ps, for those who don't normally read tags just like, please do, i put so many lil things in there lolz)

Okay SO, I have this lil headcanon, nothin big, that Jersey didn't used to wear shorts until like 2000 or something, maybe a bit before then. This is because he has some scars on his legs, just from over the years, and wearing shorts not only shows those but also make it easier for him to get scrapes and such.

He was fine wearing shorts around NY, Del, and Rhode, occasionally Mass as well if he happened to be around at the time. He couldn't wear them around anyone else for a long time, some scars had Memories(tm) attached to them, some good most bad, so he just never wore shorts.

He's gotten a lot more comfortable wearing them around the other states over the years, mainly because of Covid where Mass unfortunately wouldn't let him keep wearing the same two pairs of pants. So he's fine now, if still a lil uncomfortable around some states (the west mainly), you just won't see him wearing them until it's the first day over 60 in state.

Anyway I love NJ but this isn't surprising, I live here. I am NOT a simp for this bitch, he's my state, I have to like him, 'sides who else would I attach to? Pennsylvania? Florida? Or god forbid NEW YORK!? Absolutely not, that's sacrilegious that is.

#welcome to the table #wttt #wttt new jersey #wttsh new jersey #also #jersey with a bun #how we feelin bout it #i personally love it #like i love the idea that his hair is shorter underneath #like maybe from an undercut thats just outgrown?#also also the headband he's using is one of SJs #although they are more like communal headbands #since yorkie connie and a few other northers “borrow” them #i feel like this pic was taken sometime during the summer #either at the shore or a roller rink #i feel like jersey would drag the group out all the time during the summer #the group being york connie penn rhode florida loui cali new mex north dakota and occasionally texas and kentucky #florida and loui only join because of cali #connie because there needs to be one “responsible” adult to supervise (he isnt much better but is trusted)#nd because jersey is very persuasive (he really isnt but nd caves quickly)#texas mainly joins when food is involved or its a rodeo #and kentucky would just more but sigh horses #honestly more states would join but they either learned their lesson (cough The Action Park Incidents(tm) cough)#or jersey never thought to ask them because the poor boy has self esteem problems since apparently NJ is one of the most disliked states #still sad about the btw cause NJ is so nice but also please stay away we dont want you here #anyway he thinks that most states dont like him so he only invites those that he knows dont hate him #so most of OG13 plus florida and loui

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party-gilmore · 8 months

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absolutely wild learning about my austistic leanings later in life because like

my parents just thought i was “eccentric” and found me rather entertaining, weirdness and all (plus their own probably undiagnosed AuDHD making their benchmark for normal skewed anyway) and my mon specifically was always so “mever change for anyone just be you” from a very young age so i just…

never experienced the concept of masking i guess?

Not as masking, I mean.

i would read accounts from autistic people talking about their experiences and struggles and pressure to conform and masking and the mental effects thereof and i would feel empathy because i “went through similar issues” but i th

i thought i was just being bullied for being Weird. just in general. like kids do. that this was a case of “well this sounds a lot like what i go through, but im not actually autistic so it probably isnt my place to join the conversation.”

it just never clicked that, “um. hi. these are the exact same behaviors you do. and there were moments in your life that almost led you to masking. because thats what it would’ve been. masking. but your dumb ass thought it wouldve just been ‘changing how you act and who you are in order to be bullied less’ which okay TECHNICALLY yes that is an accurate if watered down description of masking too, but.

Then you refused to on principle, because bullying is bad and fuck you and got angry about it to the point of overcompensating and INCREASING your Behaviors (tm) until you completely skipped over one of the key experiences that wouldve helped you identify with other people on the spectrum later in life.”

I just rolled through life like a steamroller of righteous, spiteful confidence that my preferences and actions were nobody’s business but my own and vice versa unless they clearly and directly affected others - so much so that I never actually set any kind of benchmark pattern for the way (NT) people around me act.

So I never had a benchmark for masking.

like im going back through all my memories of friendships that soured because i took everything at face value instead of trying to read deeper into cues. because I would always just say what i wanted people to know, straight up. like if i wanted attention i would ask for it if i wanted them to know i was hurt i would tell them. That made so much sense to me i assumed that was the norm. Because clearly. Thats logical. and obvious. So certainly other people are doing the same.

I got blinsided a LOT by the games my school friends and later some early adult friends played, yeah, but AGAIN (see: steamroller of self confidence) I simply assumed that was THEIR problem, not mine, and just… grieved the friendship and hoped for their sake they’d eventually sort their shit out 🤣

I literally thought they were the ones having difficulty with social contracts and cues and relationships.

Then over the past couple years the more I see accounts from other people in the AuDHD spectrum, like “yeah neurotypicals actually [thing i had been assuming was just an asshole trait for years without questioning it], heres what they really mean and a good script for responding” and “its funny how i [exact behavior i did for years] and no one realized i was austistic till later” im like… 🙃

And the last kicker was the post about food touching with the tag response “sometimes masking your autistic traits ends up more autistic than the unmasked trait” and my gut reactions were, in order:

…why would you bother to mask that, why is the way you eat anyone elses business?

i mean i guess it would ease up the pressure a bit, i got bullied for that too, i can see how maybe you wouldnt want to have to put… up with…

…

oHHHH SHIT IS THAT WHAT IT WOULDVE BEEN. IF I HADNT BEEN SO ANGRY ABOUT BEING ASKED TO CHANGE. IT WOULDVE BEEN MASKING. IF I’D KNOWN WHAT THAT WAS. THIS WHOLE TIME.

its just… its just been a series of months of me shaking my head and realizing my entire life has been that meme like “Am I having difficulties connecting socially??? No, it is everyone else who is wrong.”

🤣 girl help

#if its not obvious ofc this is about my personal experience with autism #not trying to say anything about whether its better to mask or not to mask i think thats up to each individual personal and their situation #whatever is most comfortable to them #…not me putting disclaimers in the tags of a personal post just in case anyone takes it the wrong way so i need to clarify #because suddenly i dont trust whether or not my tone comes across as intended anymore and am afraid of sounding arrogant #i bet THAT doesnt have anything to do with the AuDHD at ALL for SURE 🙄

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mareenavee · 9 months

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WIP Whenever!

It's still Wednesday and so that means I've totally got this. Tagged by the amazing @thequeenofthewinter, @kookaburra1701 and @ladytanithia!

Tagging the incomparable @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @polypolymorph, @rainpebble3, @tallmatcha, @gilgamish, @elfinismsarts, @wildhexe, @inquisition-dragonborn, @archangelsunited, @dirty-bosmer, @expended-sleeper, @saltymaplesyrup, @orfeoarte, @snippetsrus, @rhiannon1199

This week on Katie's Slow Progress on Chapter 29 of World, we have Teldryn once again being Soggy With Emotions (tm) and distracting himself by observing some silt striders. Fair warning this one is some 1,500 words give or take? Did I mention I have Absolutely No Chill? Because if I didn't, now you know. (:

“Sure,” Teldryn answered. He laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as hollow as he felt. If he’d be able to manage, they could, anyway. Shit. There wasn’t time or space for these musings. His heart was escaping, space made in his ribs for the vines of some invasive plant or another, always twisting and weaving between bone and sinew. He hated this feeling, worse when it was unbidden. Worse still when he’d specifically tried to ignore it. Worse when he’d tried to shove the notion out of his empty head. He knew this wouldn’t work. Nothing ever did for him, not like this. He had no room to even think the word; how could he speak it now, what with strange flora blossoming in his throat?

This would pass. It would have to.

Okay. He’d play her game. For a half a second, he wished he’d never approached her back in the Netch, if only to spare himself some hurt. The lie sliced sharp against his memory like the edge of a knife. Or a double-edged sword, really. He sighed. It felt like an age ago already. Like it or not, the past couldn’t be changed. Wishing did nothing. Regretting did nothing. He knew this. The gold thread flashed behind his eyes. The echo filled his ears. Inevitable. There was nothing else for it.

Once they’d been able to settle, Teldryn sat across from Nyenna on a couple empty crates loaded back onto the silt strider. She crossed one leg over the other, and kept her hands tucked under her arms. It was cold up here. They were in that part of winter that felt like the season would never end. The weeks had stretched out, thin at the center, ready to snap. Time meant nothing here in these wastes, at least to his eye, having been here for decades — and yet he could see the worry Nyenna carried in her shoulders. She’d not wanted to stay here this long, especially after convincing herself she was capable. Not that the world wasn’t heavy on her shoulders — she’d just said as much. This was different. A fracture of sorts. He watched as she spun her ring under her gauntlet and stared off across the ashes toward a spot on the horizon that might have been home for her, once.

His eyes snapped to Red Mountain, and the ghosts of his earlier nightmares crept up his spine. Maybe it would be best to stay in Skyrim for a bit. He’d not left the island much lately. And it was time. Though staying with Nyenna was going to be interesting… He hated to admit how she affected him, or how quickly. It was stupid, as he’d been telling himself. She was currently sitting before him and planning her return home — to her life, her husband… Her destiny.

Destiny. What a crock. He scrubbed his hands over his face and moved to put his helmet back on. It was still cracked from his getting swept up in that Shout of hers. How cruel of her Gods, really, to put that much power in such a small person. He glanced sideways at Red Mountain again as he settled his scarf better around his face. The faint warp of his chitin lenses brought him a strange sense of comfort. He’d rarely spent as much time as he had lately without it to hide behind. Funny how part of him felt fine with that. He could trust her. How long had it been since he’d been able to trust someone new like this?

Nyenna was staring off into the distance, expression difficult to read under the mask and with the scarf in the way. The wind caught her curls again and he found himself staring out of the corner of his eye. He’d truly seen her before, though, on the docks waiting for the silt strider — her sharp features lit by the sunrise, the doubt which resolved into some kind of determination. She looked important, standing against the dawn. Strong. Gorgeous. He wanted to say. Every time, he wanted to say so. But… He couldn’t risk more than they’d already risked. He already felt the ache of the words in his chest. To make them real would break the rules. And your heart. S’wit. That was just the way of things.

He couldn’t look away from her, regardless of the addling it was doing to his brain. She still hadn’t shifted her gaze from the horizon. That, and her posture remained closed off to him. It’s gonna stay that way. He scoffed and readjusted on the crate. It has to.

They traveled without having had much of a conversation, which was honestly for the best. Words were failing Teldryn in the worst way at the moment. He focused instead on the scenery as it melted with the speed of the silt strider’s graceful sprint. Last time, she didn’t get to enjoy the trip. She’d been furious…at him. Of course, at him. Then, they’d instead been dropped at the Bulwark docks rather than here at the outpost and the scathecraw forest, which was, admittedly, a bit out of the way. They weren’t terribly far from town, just a few miles, but there was an ash storm brewing; he’d noticed the hints of it on the horizon as they’d approached. Storms seemed apt, given the tempest he was carrying at the moment. There’d been so much he’d have preferred to say, but he couldn’t bear to have the words escape. It seemed foolish, the more he thought about it. What would she do? Dismiss him from service? Would that be the worst thing, compared to the twisting vine of ‘what if’ and ‘if only’ living in his ribs? Yes it would, you fool. The damned echo sounded in his ears again as his attention drifted to it, a constant reminder of why.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to the outpost. It was surrounded on all sides by caves carved by magic to exact specifications silt strider breeders recommended and heated within to mimic the temperatures on Vvardenfell. From Raven Rock — or most other angles, really — it looked like just another mountain, leading up into the cold of the northern half of the island, but looking down from there? It was a sea of red surrounding a village of sorts. Talvas was saddled with the responsibility of accounting for its daily goings on, technically, but where he found the time, Teldryn would never know. Outsourcing, clearly.

There were mages here using similar spells as what grew Tel Mithryn to force scathecraw to grow as large as trees. It was striking, but the downside was, it attracted spriggans like nobody’s business. Wild silt striders, too, cute little things, though mildly annoying to the breeders. Such was the way of things, considering they were technically invasive species on Solstheim. Neloth had long ago commissioned warehouses here as well as plenty of pens where silt striders lived in luxury — the very best he could afford, of course. There were two very large trade transport silt striders in service now, treated better than the Emperor himself. The rest were small by comparison, like the passenger caravans had been before the Red Year. Neloth was precious about them, though. That he’d allowed Nyenna the luxury twice now certainly said a lot.

He sighed and reached out for Nyenna’s hand to steady her as she descended the stone ramp the enormous bug had settled next to. She paused, hand still in his, as its tamer approached the insect and made soothing clicking noises, casting a spell over its carapace — Calm. Immediately, the booming keen quieted to the normal noise levels. Nyenna let out a tiny chuckle.

“I had no idea that’s how they kept them so docile,” she said, unable to tear her gaze away from the beasts. In the background, more tamers were working with weak-shelled pale yellow hatchlings that teetered around on unsteady legs. Even these were taller than the average Dunmer.

“They’ve been bred to be far, far taller and much more docile,” Teldryn said, voice muffled by the silt striders’ overlapping calls. Nyenna nodded, noticing the juvenile insects, which noticed her right back with their myriad glittering eyes. They chittered excitedly, only for their tamers to lunge, spells in hands to stop them from running off. Teldryn laughed, relieved the tension melted from him with this tiny moment of joy. “Even the wild type ones will come up to a person for a handful of scathecraw. They’re very friendly.”

“I can see this!” Nyenna giggled. One of the young bugs did indeed escape their training session and towered over Nyenna now, feathery feelers reaching out for her armor, cloak, and hair.

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ultraviolet-ink · 3 months

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What do you think about asoryuu?

Oh boy, this one's going to be a bit loaded, so here's a bit of a preemptive apology for a ramble/word vomit/rant on my end. Suffice to say ASRY is a NoTP for me. When I was first getting into DGS all the way back in 2019/20, I was a bit ambivalent towards the ship. I had only watched a playthrough of the first game, and I had the feeling that Kazuma was going to come back, but the ship didn't really scream to me at that point, and it kind of befuddled me to see how it was so popular (and a bit of a tangent, I think people only really ship the 1-1 dynamic, but that's a convo for another day). If you even look at the header of my blog, it is no secret that I ship Ryuususa, and it is my OTP. When I had watched the fifth case on the playthrough, I was sold on that ship, and the last moments really sealed the deal for me-- there's something really compelling about the goodbye scene between Susato and Ryuunosuke at the docks, and the localization legitimately made me cry (happy tears of course!) Being a little naive, I started to post about it and I got... a LOT of harassment calling me a lot of names/accusing me of being okay with a lot of really horrible things (intrusive thoughts WHOOOOOOP). The harassment was so bad that I only recently opened up to my therapist about what had happened, and I was pulling away from servers/people I thought I was friends with/wouldn't treat me horribly. I found a lot of solace with people who were also violently harassed pre-localization (shout out to the Baroryuu community, you all were really kind to me, and I am proud to also be a Baroryuu lover <3), when I say it was drama filled pre localization, I mean it. I can even point out when my harassment started to March of 2021 when someone on twitter said not to read my dgs fics since I was a proshipper (I hadn't even called myself that at this point, and honestly I don't really use that title [idk how else to describe it lol], but I do follow that philosophy and call myself anti-harassment), and since I hadn't had a twt at that time, they linked to my ao3, and since I put my tumblr on my fics, I got a LOT of disturbing anons. Even when I made my server, I used to have a link that anyone could click on (word of the day is naive lmaooo), and I got a lot of creeps coming in trying to surveil the server and make sure their friends weren't in it (one person was even trying to get access to the nsfw section which was FUN). After reading this, you're probably thinking "what does this have to do with ASRY?". A lot of the major bullies in fandom HEAVILY shipped ASRY, and would harass people who shipped other ships (Baroryuu and Asobaro shippers were racist, Homuryuu shippers were okay with incest because of that stupid "greatest family in the world" line, etc.). All in all, it came with a lot of entitlement and anger that other peopled DARED not to ship that ship. Those sorts of people really tainted the ship for me. As for the ship itself, I can definitely see why people love it a lot (especially 1-1), but I really didn't like Kazuma in 2-4/5. I found him to be really particularly awful and obtuse (which, makes perfect sense in the story! Who wouldn't be in his position?). I was also mad that he only said ONE (1!!!) thing to Susato when he got his memories back (despite HER recognizing him and getting the ball rolling), and it was basically "Thanks for helping out my friend, bye!" (#justiceforsusato lol). Even at the end of the game, I still was mad at Kazuma and didn't really like him. It's only due to my friends (namely @leafyemeralds and her VERY GOOD TAKES in our convos) that I eventually started to warm up to him. Now he's my personal punching bag to Atone(tm) XD I suppose TL;DR I'm not a big Kazuma fan, harassment made me really dislike the ship, so I don't ship it (also, can ASRY shippers tag their stuff? this is more of a problem on twitter, but it happens on tumblr. Filters can only work if they're there =3=)

#ask #discourse #fandom problems

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lollytea · 2 years

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Here to talk about Gus (headcanons and thoughts, in no particular order)!!

- Gus tells Luz he wants to study human magic/magicians too. Luz just scoffs and says something like ("why would you even want to, its not even real magic just..." "llusions? ;)" "Huh. You got me!)

- Viney is 1000% down to help Gus make that tunnel beneath the school from his bucket list.

- Once the whole world gets put back to normal, and when he's not working with Viney on the above "project," Gus spends his school day hanging out with Hunter and Luz (who have all their classes together since they're both doing all the tracks) being a Supportive Friend(tm), learning glyph magic (good for offensive magic to balance out his illusions, + they're how he can incorperate the smoke-and-mirrors human magic to his repertoire

- He gives his palisman a human nickname too: Emmy-B ;)

- The illusions class can't really teach gus anything anymore tbh--he could probably teach the class? So the only time he's in the classroom is when Hunter and Luz have illusions and he tags along, or when the teacher asks him to mentor matt. When someone complains, the teacher smartly points out thay when you can attend illusions class and do all their homework WITH an illusion, they are free to not bother coming in too. (They don't even touch the fact his illusions are sentient, seemingly without him even having to try which should be impossible but hey I guess thats par for the course for gus)

- Gus makes illusion copies of all his friends, they're pretty useful when you want to do some mischief. Except for Hunter. "Cause there's only one Hunter." Gus says materoffactly when asked

- Gus can run someone through their worst fears with graye's seeing glass. When Gus is chosen as Grom King he is the last of the royal line because when he beats the demon of fear with fear itself Grom gets gone'd for good. Master of Ceremonies for a REASON

- In the eventual huntlow household, they have a guest room and a Gus room its nonnegotiable.

- Gus worries that he's "so dumb" when it comes to other people. And yet he strives to overcome and work on those soft skills whenever he can, from MC'ing at Grom, to doing interviews of Eda and King, serving as president of a club, to his ultimate aspiration of being a witch AMBASSADOR to the human realm, and idk I just think that's so admirable.

- Gus teaches Hunter how to surf-style ride his palisman in exchange for learning how to do a backflip. He reallllyy wants to do a backflip "or die trying!" (Hunter is 100% with him on the die trying energy. Willow is not. How does hunter know how to do a backflip btw? *Flashbacks to hunter flinging himself off snowy cliffs during scout trials in the EC* "Trial and error...")

- Gus keeps pretty silent after waking up after their first night in the human realm. Silent like Hunter and Luz. They all have haunted eyes, but he knows he must look terrible because he's seen some things. Heard names. And when he's finally the only one up one night he gives Flapjack an ultimatum (a picture frame of a memory, of a too-familiar shape atop a too-familiar blonde, etched unto his mind): he knows about Philip. He knows about Caleb. And it's either Flapjack tells Hunter everything the next day or Gus will.

Ahhhh I'm going to stop here but just know I could still go on and on!!

These are so gooooood!! I've been losing my mind over this since I first read it. Probably the best Gus ask I've ever received. You UNDERSTAND this funky little dude.

- Gus wanting to become a magician is SO fucking on brand for him. Like?? The witch kids learn that the Human Realm has their own version of "magic" which Willow, Amity and Hunter are kinda dismissive of at first. ("Sooo...its fake then? They lie about having magic??") But Gus is SO fucking into it. Cause its HUMAN magic!! Of course he wants to study human magic!!! He's deeply fascinated by the whole concept. And he masters it. Because of course he does.

Like "magic" tricks are not a thing in the Boiling Isles. There is no reason for them to exist. So Gus fucking wows Willow, Hunter and Amity with his little performances. He's pulling "Is this your card?" type shit that blows their minds. Cuz like. It's very obvious when a witch is using real magic cuz they need to cast spell circles and hold on to them. But Gus is evidently not using a lick of magic for his tricks, which drives the other witch kids completely bonkers. Like "HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT??? HOW??? HOW????"

Gus doesn't tell them. It's partly payback for making fun of human magic and partly because a magician never reveals his secrets. That was the very first thing he read when he started studying "magic" and he takes it very seriously.

I could see him idolizing Harry Houdini. He's committed to studying his escape artist tricks and figuring how he pulled them off. He plans on trying them out himself one day.

Street performer Gus!! Gus getting booked for birthday parties!!! Gus in a sparkly little waistcoat and a top hat that he pulls rabbits out of. Except he doesn't have a rabbit so he uses Ghost. Luz, Willow, Hunter and Amity all take turns being his lovely assistant.

(Magician Gus really evoked my Gus passion. This is SO good. Thank you for this one.)

- VINEY AND GUS DELINQUENT DUO!!! This made me think about how chill yet chaotic Viney is and how she was a former "delinquent" which reminded me that Matt is also a huge detention rat. I feel like an overlooked part of Gus and Matt's friendship is that they would probably enable each others' impulsive and and unhinged tendencies. Gus Viney and Matt delinquent trio would be so powerful. It's like. When Gus is hanging out with his usual best friends, they keep him out of trouble and are like "Gus no." So when this happens, he turns to his OTHER batshit insane friends who are like "GUS YES."

The three of them have snuck into Hexside at like 2am to dig. Regular teen experiences yknow.

- Gus a confirmed nuisance because whenever Luz and Hunter have illusion classes he's always there like "Hiiiiiiiiiiiii <3" and keeps distracting them and making them laugh. He eventually needs to be seated on the other side of the classroom. And yet he STILL distracts them and makes them laugh. Gus please let your friends learn.

Also yeah he really is just at Hexside to kill time and hang out with his friends. Gives him some stability to his daily routine. Also if he wasn't a student he couldn't be on the Flyer Derby team.

I absolutely could see him (Hunter too) being taught more about glyphs by Luz and eventually advancing to combos. (Love how Gus the Chaos Boy knows how to use the arson glyph. That feels cosmically correct.) It's yet another form of human magic, so of course Gus is interested, while Hunter is really into it as its a technique of savage age witch history.

- Judging by Clover and Flapjack, I think the palismen already had names when they were adopted. Though it's possible some didn't so this headcanon could absolutely still hold up. I like to imagine that Emmiline Bailey Marcostimo was originally carved and named by another witch who was also fascinated with humans, so when she found Gus, she was overjoyed. And when he learns her name, he's overjoyed too. He loves it. Its so humanish. I love the idea that Gus just never shortens it. He says her full name every single time. She's told him that Emmy is fine but he insists.

Though going with the idea that he named Emmy himself, I love to think about him tirelessly pouring over books on human history, combing out a list of names he likes best and being stricken by indecision, gives her three of them.

- LITERALLY. HE DOES NOT NEED TO ATTEND SCHOOL ANYMORE, HES JUST HERE TO VIBE. Like I feel like if Gus bumped up another few grades and graduated early, he would have to start thinking of his future at the age of 13. Because he's a prodigy and people have high expectations of him. But he's just a kid and he's already been through so much and had to grow up really fast in that time spent in the Human Realm. So these few years left at Hexside are pretty much just fun and carefree teenage fun as far as Gus is concerned. He likes seeing his friends everyday. He likes being on Willow's derby team. He likes watching grudgby matches. He's got so much Hexside pride, he could never abandon it. Hell, Bump probably did ask if he would like to just take his final exams and graduate already, but Gus opted to stay where he was. He's like @Luz, Hunter, Willow, Amity and Matt "I could never leave. You people would be lost without me." And they would tbh.

But yeah Gus's fucking SENTIENT illusions really need to be admired. That boy is on some other shit

- "There's only one Hunter" 😭 No but this one HITS. Like. Oh my God?? And I love to think that, similarly to how Gus's emotional maturity and his quiet perception of Hunter's mental state during Labyrinth Runners was demonstrated, he would understand why he shouldn't make Hunter copies without having to be told. Hunter never says anything about it. Gus never says anything about it. If anyone ever asks "There's only one Hunter" is his only answer. They've never really talked about it but Hunter has noticed and he appreciates it more than words can ever say.

- GROM KING GUS!!! GROM KING GUS!!!! People have been wanting another grom ep for so long (For established lumity and also huntlow reasons) and I've always been indifferent but now I'm like!!! Please!!!! Please grom episode just so I can see Grom King Gus in action!!!! That's so galaxy brained too. He WOULD have an advantage over grometheus wouldn't he?? Monster's not expecting a witch who can bounce his own power back at him.

Oh my god. So you know how in Looking Glass Ruins, Gus reads out the names of some illusionists and they all have their own titles?? (the vision creator, the mirage maker etc.) What if, once Gus defeats Grometheus, he also takes his title as his own?

Gus the Fear Bringer.

I'm thinking so hard about this, it's so good. Gus would have to give up his MC duties for this one. He would pass the honor on to Luz, to which she swears not to let him down. She and King are an awesome MC team.

Also I'm losing my shit over the thought of like

Hunter: Not only am I going to my first high school dance, which is nerve racking enough on its own, but my date is Willow Park. There is nothing that could make me any more stressed.

Gus: Guess who just got chosen to take on Grometheus? :))))))

Hunter: I stand corrected.

- Asgdhgjnk Gus has a room in the huntlow house. Gus has a mug in the huntlow pantry. Gus has his shows recorded on the huntlow crystal ball dvr or whatever the fuck they use. He has his own key to the huntlow house. When they go grocery shopping, they make sure there's always plenty of food that Gus likes. He's not even there half the time, but it just feels like he lives here.

Willow doesn't mind if her friends show up uninvited into their house. But Hunter gets so pissed about it. He gets home just to find Luz and Amity sitting on his couch. Who the fuck let you two in here? Did yall even KNOCK?? But Gus is exempt. Gus can do whatever he wants. Gus could show up at 2am and Hunter, while 90% unconscious, would be like "hi Gus!"

Willow could never imagine a reality where Gus wasn't just a regular inhabitant of her home. It's been like that since she was thirteen and Gus started inviting himself in whenever he pleased.

- :0!!! I never thought of this before!!! Gus really does think so lowly of his own people skills but he works tirelessly to improve them. He really puts himself out there and it's so cool of him!! And like, despite how often he's been deceived and manipulated, he just has such a love for people as a whole and strongly believes in the decency of others. He loves to talk!! He loves making connections!! He wants to entertain people, he wants to talk with people, he wants to understand people.

And yeah it's absolutely partly tied to his own future ambition. An ambassador needs to be charismatic and emphatic, so he's really doing the most he can to fully round himself. I love Gus so much!!

- Gus and Hunter learning from and teaching each other is one of my favourite headcanons ever!! Still love the idea that Hunter teaches Gus self defense cuz he thinks the way Hunter fights is SO COOL. Gus isn't much of a physical fighter but he teaches him enough that he could probably defend himself if cornered.

But YEAH!! Staff surfing and backflips. They both believe the others' respective staff skill the coolest shit ever.

I feel like Willow has always fretted over Gus's reckless nature but ever since Hunter entered the picture, she's been a lot more chill. Cuz she doesn't feel like she has to constantly watch him, cuz if he's out there doing insane shit, Hunter is usually with him. And Hunter is perfectly capable of keeping up with whatever Gus is doing and will usually hype him up, but it's like. Whenever they're about to run off to do the stupid stunt of the week, Hunter and Willow always exchange a look that's like

"Keep him alive."

"Don't I always? <3"

- THIS ONE HITS TOO!! Gus gets so wrapped up in his feelings of fear and helplessness that he clings extra hard to what he does have, namely his friends. The things he's seen and heard shake him to the core but that's not what matters right now. Once he's had some time to process everything, his biggest concern is Hunter. And he goes fucking OFF at Flapjack. Like it's up in the air whether Flapjack is in the right or wrong for hiding this, (he is only a little birdie. And is probably hesitant to hurt Hunter any further with the truth.) but Gus is so agitated by the trauma he's experienced and is driven entirely by his own love of Hunter that he feels personally betrayed by Flapjack's actions.

His voice is brimming with anger and devastation as he demands "How could you keep this from him? This isn't what a palisman is supposed to do. You're meant to be his lifelong friend, but all this time you've been letting him live a lie....you know what? Fine. Maybe you don't intend to act like a friend, but I do. So either you figure out how you're gonna tell him, or I'm doing it myself."

It's just!!! Aaaaaaa!!!!

Thank you so much for your Gus headcanons. I vibe with them so much and your brain is huge!!!!

#the owl house #gus porter #i never tag my asks but PLEASE #i am begging for reblogs on this one #i want people to see anon's big brain #huntlow adjacent

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nerice · 6 months

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holding out hands. do you want to talk about any oc couples you have. or polycules or situationships or anything of that ilk.

ask answer time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at long last. linking my oc page at the top bc i will throw out some names w/ varying context :3

also prefacing this by saying that the ultimate oc ship of all time is qs (queenshipping) aka jumie/reina alas i talk abt them all the fkcin time so let's gearshift and do smth else for once ! let me introduce you 2

[the polycule] tm. relationship for the ages, mostly bc it takes an age to reach its final form lol. details under the cut >>>

noah/garvith

dragon god x serpent deity in all their beastly glory (this is before noah acquires a human form) during the war, they spend most of their off-duty time curled into ridiculous shapes having deep talks abt nothing and everything. goes bad when garvith flees a crucial battle, leaving reina to die & noah swears 2 put him 2 death over this act of cowardice. garvith spends the next century in hiding until he meets avery nd takes refuge in her body; which is all good and well until noah runs into avery during an unrelated mission and can't keep his eyes off her for. some reason >:) enter:

noah(avery?)garvith, messy tag here!

avery is ur average angry teen caught up in the middle of the fallout of whatever fucking romance those two had going on. esp bc noah+garvith, now both in human bodies (noah's held together by duct tape nd garvith thru avery) ARE NOT IMMUNE TO PHYSICAL DESIRE AS IT TURNS OUT nd avery (aro) sits in the crossfire like????? What!! Is Going On when she starts blushing like a schoolgirl over noah lmfao. sorry prince. usually she nd garvith are amiable w/ their body sharing but garvith does sleepwalk pilot her a few times to steal kisses from noah who is victim 2 his bad vein of hypocrisy regarding duty vs. desire lol. all of this ends winningly ofc when he stabs avery/garvith mid-kiss. amazing, everybody was hurt in the process of making this joint. let's take a detour

devon

local wolf guy who has fuckall 2 do with anyones god business. simply falls in love at first bite (bitten) with avery, who has so many other problems at that point, including inheriting a thousand years worth of memories from garvith & going thru a little ego death bc she cannot cope with the grief of it all. might selfishly have kissed devon at one point in an attempt to be someone she's not which cements his crush & dooms them all to drag out this stupid little charade into another book, where we get to >

noah/devon

who start out on the worst terms (romantic rivals for avery/garvith. who is simply Done With It on both ends f) but in the little space of reefair where avery has dropped off the map completely, noah+devon end up living in the same house & get pretty buddy buddy. devon is the first person noah trusts with the secret that he is a god, and devon has a phd in being a whore instead of going 2 therapy so they have a good time, as we say on this main blog where content restrictions apply. :)

anwy let's bring this baby home. ive talked abt court of the dragon before but the tldr is; noah dukes it out with his vengeful other ex that until now ive omitted. which is a shame bc damia is my fav oc, but the endgame is this:

noah+damia end up in a dual body consciousness situation a la pandora hearts, with one body stuck at the bottom of the ocean in dead world space & the other able to move freely, with the two of them having 2 play real nicey with each other taking turns who controls which body. by then avery has sort of rejoined the polycule (when she's not out adventuring across verses w/ lucie) but in an all members present scenario u get:

the polycule [tm]

avery, more or less serpent at times, trading affection & bite marks w noah/devon except like. sometimes noah is damia and damia doesn't rly fuck with the polycule situation bc he hates everyone involved but also loves to fuck with the polycule bc he is a goddamn bastard. i don't know what's going on here either but it's extremely funny send tweet

((((((bonus. ask jumie how she feels about her son sometimes giving damia head by association LOL)))))))))9 revolutionary vectors of psychological dmg here

#[i was born to meet you] but instead it's [this verse was born 2 own jumie in this very specific way] sorry lmao #ngl with u i touched procreate in the first time in months to draw those lines and cried a lil #anwy this entire mess takes place over like.. 5 books???#noah/garvith are roa territory and go bad by lhnh #the n/v/g mess happens prior to shadow revenge which is where devon+avery meet #the noah/devon roommate situation is due 2 devon moving out to the countryside with his sister nd noah being homeless at the time #(spiritually homeless anwy. palace is.... difficult territory during reefair nd he's trying to escape it)#court of the dragon finale is late dream game & then FINALLY. in long lost flame we get the resolution which is literally the final book w #THANK UUUU for asking this was so fun ive been gunning 2 spell out their situation for a while but it's SO COMPLICATED lmao #askbox #corvus-rose #oc asks

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recusant-s-sigil · 8 months

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Rating: PG

Word count: 869

Tags: Vanitas is Darkness, prologue is a different writing style, Re:Formed AU, Vanitas contemplates his life, Post-Melody of Memory, wayfinder family, Angsting about emotions TM, So Vanitas how's that existential crisis treating you

Summary:

An amnesiac Vanitas finds himself living with Terra, Aqua, and Ven, who help him remember who he used to be. Will he be able to figure out how to cope as (D)darkness in a world aligned with light?

Notes:

This prologue is a different style from the rest of the fic. I recommend listening to Night of the Dark Dream from KH3 until Ven appears, then switch over to his theme for optimum reading experience.

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Never have I felt so at home than amongst these shadows. This comfort is like that of an old friend not seen for many years: we are strangers now, but somewhere in the back of my mind is familiarity. So why don’t I remember?

I can’t help but follow the flow as the darkness moves, enveloping me as I do it. I’m indistinct from the rest, formless and fluid. Whispers around me tear at my nonbeing, begging me to join them. Why don’t I want to?

No, I tell them. Let me go. I don’t know why I’m so insistent on giving up the comfort of this collective, but the darkness recedes, leaving me standing, standing on solid ground.

Examining my newly-gained form, I can tell I’m bipedal. Testing out my limbs is natural, as if I’ve been something similar before. I move my hands to my face to find metal and glass. My helmet must be tinted, seeing as I still can’t make out my surroundings. Or it’s just really dark here. Hard to tell.

There’s a pull in my body. I follow it until I can hear the crash of waves. A brilliant light shines on the horizon, obscured by my helm. So my first guess about the tinted glass was right.

Finding a rock, I sit down and watch the light reflect off the peaks and crests of the water.

I wait there for what seems like ages. How long has it been since I regained this form? I breathe in sync with the waves every now and then, just to feel my chest rise and fall. Sometimes my breath fogs up the glass and casts everything in a hazy glow.

“Hey, is that…” I hear a voice call and the crunch of footsteps on the soft sand. Someone’s running up to me.

“It is! I knew I’d find you here.”

I turn to look at the boy standing on my left. He’s staring at me with big, kind eyes, a warm and oddly relieved smile on his face.

“I had this feeling you’d returned, so I left a note for Terra and Aqua to tell them I’d left to find you. And here you are!”

He seems so happy to find me. Why? There’s a dim memory from long ago trying to surface when I look at him, but it can’t quite make it. What relation did I have with him to make me feel this way? I decide to take off my helmet to get a clearer look.

Big mistake. The light on the horizon hurts my eyes, as does… his light? Why is his light so powerful as to cause me to flinch? Still, I let myself adjust and when I can finally open my eyes properly, I jump to my feet on impulse. Something flashes into my outstretched hands and I point it at him. I speak aloud for the first time.

“Who are you? Why are you looking for me?” My tone is angry, but the aggression poorly masks my surprise and fear.

“Hey, whoa, it’s okay,” the boy says, holding his hands up defensively. Or perhaps as a show of peace? “Please, put your Keyblade away.”

“So this is called a Keyblade?” I say, lowering but not dismissing it.

Upon further inspection, what I’m holding is an aptly-named weapon, for it does resemble a key, if only in shape. The long part is wrapped in chains, and there are blue catlike eyes decorating it at the tip and hilt. The design is intricate with a gear motif. From the bottom dangles a keychain with various interlocking gears.

The weight of it feels comfortable in my hands, but I don’t remember if I know how to use it or what its purpose is or why I even have it in the first place.

“You don’t know what a Keyblade is? Hm…” The boy seems lost in thought. “Do you know my name?” I shake my head slowly. How do I tell him that he feels familiar yet I don’t remember him at all?

“Do you… know your own name?”

Again I shake my head. I remember nothing from before, if there was a before.

He asks an unexpected question. “Do you want me to tell you?” My eyes widen at that. He’d give me this vital piece of myself back even though he doesn’t know if I’m telling the truth? I think he thinks I’m the kind of person to be honest. I might be. And why would I lie about something as important as this?

“Your name is Vanitas.”

Vanitas. That feels right.

“Okay, so I’m Vanitas. Who are you?”

“I’m Ventus. Call me Ven.” He holds out a hand and waits for me to shake it. I hesitate for a long while before my Keyblade fades from my hand and I take his. I shiver with the contact. Such strength of heart.

Such light.

Before I can ask him anything else, Ven summons his own Keyblade and opens a portal. How do I know what he’s doing? Can I do it too?

“Come with me,” Ven says. I put my helmet on before following him through the glowing gate.

#Moon Speaks #Meg Writes #Vanitas #Ven #Re:Formed AU #wahooooo the first post about the fic!!!

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becauseplot · 11 months

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Sorry if this is weird but I saw on the tags of one of ur reblog’s that you’ve been thinking about c!phil in the qsmp and can you expand on that??

I’ve genuinely been thinking about this for WEEKS as well and I’d love to hear ur headcanons!! Only if you want to ofc!!

Oh sure, I'd love to!! (SUPER long post incoming, hope you're ready lmao.)

Honestly they're not so much headcanons as they are ideas for plot?? I like writing, so a lot of my ideas are in the form of stories. The main reason I haven't attempted a fic yet is bc I don't have Enough plot to make anything atm, I've only got random scenes.

ANYWAY. c!Phil in qsmp. I'd probably take c!Phil as he is shortly after c!Techno's passing and chuck him into the qsmp story in the little bit of lore-downtime between the spiderbit wedding and when the election stuff started kicking up (but it's been announced by this point). It’s just so that I don't have to worry about working him into any major story arcs. Missa and q!Wilbur are also there because I said so.

The main thing I have in mind is just c!Phil seeing how different the community is on the island relative to his world---how united the island is, how alive the island is. People have waystones directly connecting each other to their bases and central areas; they drop in on each other all the time. People's comms buzz constantly as full conversations take place over global chat instead of through whisper-messages. There are security doors and reinforced walls but they're not necessarily to keep other islanders out; people share passcodes and access keys for emergencies. Everyone seems to know and trust each other despite the mysterious (and sometimes dangerous) circumstances they find themselves in.

In c!Phil's quiet, post-post-post-Doomsday world, where most were scattered to the wind or went into hiding, this would be a serious shock for him. I think it would take him a bit of time (and quite a bit of reassurance from q!Missa and q!Phil) for him to adjust to the fact he doesn't need to put a hand on his weapon every time someone gets a little too close. He'd probably be a bit overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and how inviting they are (introvert/isolationist moment). q!Phil (also introverted and isolative by nature) would clock this Immediately and come up with excuses for c!Phil whenever he clearly needs a break. Suddenly being around so many people, especially after c!Techno's passing...it would be draining.

What else... Oh, the "tttt" system! I have a whole Idea(TM) about this scene so I won't say too much here but c!Phil marveling at how everyone shows up to help. Again, the whiplash.

Also, hearing about the upcoming elections would give him an immediate shot of anxiety. Like, someone mentions the elections and c!Phil's face goes white. Yeah. Elections and community division are what led to him making the worst decision of his life (killing his son---though c!Wilbur's downward spiral started long before the elections). He hates to think that this loving community could be corrupted like L'Manburg's was. Before he's sent back to his homeword, he definitely takes the time to warn them about the potential danger they're running into.

OH! And the Technoblade shrine Tallulah made! Again, I've got a whole Scene about the Technoblade shrine in my head, so I'll keep this brief as to not just write out the whole scene (lmao), but I think he would really appreciate it. In his world, c!Techno had a lot more enemies than friends, so seeing how cherished c!Techno’s memory is in this world (cherished by q!Phil, by Chayanne, by Tallulah, by everyone who has heard the stories about Phil's old friend) would probably be so...relieving for c!Phil, who has felt so alone in his grief. (Of course, he has c!Niki and c!Ranboo to grieve with him back in his world, but again---hardcore isolationist. It would be a long time before he felt the motivation to reach out.)

I have a few other small details floating around (talking to q!Wilbur, the fancy "technology"/mods on the island, using paragliders to pseudo-fly, complaining about the tropical weather, the dubious existence of q!Kristin, anarchist solidarity, interactions with Chayanne and Tallulah, and so on) but I've laid out the meat of it.

God this post got long lmao. Clearly I need to get to writing that fic. Thanks for letting me ramble at ya! If you’ve got any ideas u wanna share, send em my way! No pressure to respond to this at all ofc I know this is a Lot. Thanks for the ask :D

#qsmp #q!philza #qsmp au #asks for curly

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt: Best & Worst Christmas memories?

Warning for Alex's parents being The Worst (TM) in this

Day Thirteen: Make The Yuletide Gay <-AO3!

Alex has always loved Christmas. Every year right after Thanksgiving ended, his dad dragged out the boxes, his mom set up the Advent candles, and Alex’s eyes would shine as they reflected the small flame, reciting the prayers, his heart glowing warm.

Alex loved the decorations, the tinsel and lights, the smell of pine that filled the house when he and his dad dragged in the tree. The carols that rang through the air echoing the church bells as they went to every service. Alex loved how the community came together, celebrating this joyous time of year.

Sure, he got in trouble for playing with the Nativity figurines, replacing them with his He-Man dolls and Olivia’s old Barbie's. Rolled his eyes through the lecture about respecting the sanctity of the display, and was way more sneaky about making the wise men fight.

His parents were happy to lavish them both with gifts, sitting back as Alex tore through the paper, finding toys and books and then one year, a drum set. Olivia got dolls at first, and then as she grew she got clothes and make-up, and then stuff she needed to help her once she got to med school. She stopped coming home once she was at college, and Alex kind of resented her for it. He missed his sister, so sue him.

Then Alex came out.

Things became downright frosty at home, his parents vehemently refusing to accept his sexuality-to accept him. They prayed for him a lot, bringing in Father Michaels to lecture him about the sin of homosexuality, of fire and brimstone.

“I tried praying about it Father,” Alex responded coolly. “But I’m still gay. And God doesn’t make mistakes. So he must want me to stay gay.”

“You’re not praying hard enough,” his father responded. “God will listen, he will cure you of this vile disease.”

Alex sat there, enduring the judgement, their hatred, their threats. But he knew he didn’t need a cure, he wasn’t sick. He had wrestled with the truth long enough, and everyone else in his life accepted him. Maybe it was his family who were the sick ones.

He wrote to Olivia, and even she told him she loved him, no matter what. Promised to try to come home that year. But she was married now, and her partner’s family were lovely and warm where the Mercer’s were not. Alex wondered if he could come spend the holidays with them instead. But their parents refused to let Alex go, and Olivia couldn’t go against them.

That year, Alex’s gifts were brochures for conversion camps, a very large Bible with all the parts about homosexuality and sin highlighted.

And porn.

Glossy magazines covered with mostly naked women in provocative poses that his father almost shoved under his nose. “Maybe you just need to see what you’re missing. These will straighten you out.”

Alex threw them away with the wrapping paper the next week.

The next year, he spent the holidays with Luke and Reggie, squatting in the garage they were using as a studio. The three of them didn’t make it to Christmas the year after that.

However, that wasn’t the last Christmas that Alex got to celebrate. Because he got to come back. As a ghost, granted, but here he was.

And the Molina's didn’t care that he was gay. Julie was openly bi, Victoria aroace, Carlos wasn’t sure where he fell. Ray was pretty tight lipped, but Julie confessed that her dad was ‘pretty open' and left it at that. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t get porn from them. Something super gay to make sure he felt accepted, yes. But not anything as traumatizing as that last gift from his dad.

Plus being a ghost meant he had Willie.

Willie who flaunted his queerness with pride, tagging homophobic stores with graffiti, stealing queer themed decorations to put on the little tree Julie had set up in the studio, wearing rainbow striped Santa hats and socks.

Willie, who took him through the botanical gardens that were all lit up with lights for the purpose of finding real mistletoe to kiss under. Who smuggled him out eggnog and gingerbread from the club to eat with the guys. Who gave him new drumsticks that he actually paid for (Alex didn’t ask where he got the money) and a set of matching rainbow socks.

Willie, who helped him track down Olivia.

She was older now, with an adult son named Patrick who looked like he could be Alex’s twin. Who looked at his moms with the utmost love, and who introduced his boyfriend to them without fear.

“Do you wanna go in?” Willie asked. “Tell her you’re okay?”

Alex shook his head. “Just knowing she is… that’s enough for me. Let’s go home.”

Willie grinned, took his hand, and poofed them back to the studio. Where he may have strung up some more of the mistletoe, and Alex smiled as he sank into the kiss. Sure, he was a ghost, and it kind of sucked some days. But this was shaping up to still be the best Christmas he’d had in a long time.

#my stuff #fanfic #writing #willex #jatpadvent2022 #julie and the phantoms

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spoopy-fish-writes · 2 years

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— He doesn't want to think about it

Suitor(s): Clavis

TW: Death mention, death of a loved one, fear, crying, allusions to abuse, self loathing, spoilers for Clavis' route (?)

Genre: Angst

Notes: Just thinking about young Clavis before I have to leave. Glad I didn't put on any eyeliner today

Clavis hates who he used to be. When people bring up his time as a child, he laughs but there's an edge to it. He doesn't want to think about it.

He doesn't want to think about the nights that he spent crying because he was destined to serve the person that he saw to be the one that caused the break in his heart. He doesn't want to think about that icy glare that would fall on him and, until he had gotten a grip on it, left him shaking, rooted to the spot.

He doesn't want to think about it.

He doesn't want to think about the face that was so prominent in his life, a man who his mother had served until her dying moment, that he learnt, as he grew older, to be the reason that she wasn't there. He doesn't want to think of the nights that she smiled at him, tears still streaming from her eyes and burning at her skin like a flame that he doesn't put out though she would say that he could, while she would have to go back to the source of her tears and would be back to it before he awoke.

He doesn't want to think about it.

Not his fears. Not his- not his father. Not his brother. Not his mother. Not who he was before. Not how vulnerable he was, not how scared he was, not how weak he was.

If he doesn't think about it, he could pretend it never happened. He could pretend that he was never once that scared little boy who cried at his mother's grave and clutched at anything that she owned when he slept to calm himself, the tears still rolling down his face even while he recalled his mother's comforting words and tried to be brave for her even though she wasn't there anymore.

He hated it. He hated it, he hated it, he hated it.

He doesn't want it in his mind; he doesn't want the memories, he doesn't want the reminders. He doesn't want his childhood to be something that ever became a fond topic of conversation. Because it wasn't. It wasn't fond. Not to him.

Not to him who had to hide, not to him who had to change, not to him who had to lie to himself to make him the person that he was today. But they didn't see that. He didn't want them to and so didn't let them.

He doesn't want to think about it. He was good at redirecting the conversation. That way he could avoid it all coming back to him. Then he wouldn't have to think about it.

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#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri clavis #clavis lelouch #ikepri fanfiction #ikepri fanfic #ikemen prince fanfic #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri spoilers

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system-of-a-feather · 2 years

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I have a question! I am trying to figure out how to tell if our system has any gatekeepers or not. And you seem to have a number of gatekeepers. How do you tell/figure it out? What sets them apart?

"You seem to have a number of gatekeepers" understatement of the lifetime in reference to our system size. Unironically I think our system is like 75% gatekeepers cause we have Issues TM with control. I'm likely just going to answer this as a ramble and stream of consciousness kind of thing since gatekeeper business and details just tie knots in my head and the details of them is Ray (Our Main Gatekeeper) to talk about and if he wants to get off his lazy ass to actually take the front he can make this make more cohesive sense.

Gatekeepers are - at least in how we talk with our therapist and how we see it - a very very wide "type" of alter that can honestly appear in a lot of different forms, but generally are heavily considered with having an abnormal control / dominion / manage / have access to processes and information that others don't - often memories and/or fronting ability but it can vary so the way gatekeepers can present varies WILDLY.

With that said, we usually notice a part is at least a gatekeeper as part of their role/system 'abilities'/skills usually directly relates to accessibility of one thing or the other - ie the name "gatekeepers."

But we have some gatekeepers that have extensive accessibility to knowledge of the system, inner world, and all the weird complex DID things. They can MUCH MUCH easier than the rest of us just 'pull up files' on certain topics, people, parts, etc and/or access parts that other parts are unable to. Then we have parts that remove information and "content" from parts, the front, and similar things and move them elsewhere. They may do it with consent or without it, but they tend to have the ability to "handle" situations by simply moving it and I guess re-compartmentalizing it? Both of these are common functions we see in our system that both manage and work within the flow of information and navigating what parts have "access" to certain things.

Ironically, I remember that Data is a gatekeeper, but I entirely forgot why - likely to the function of his role.

There are also gatekeepers that function somewhat in communicators that use their tendency to have an increased accessibility to facilitate communication (or keep it from happening by denying it).

But I guess now that I'm thinking about it, I kinda like to consider gatekeepers like the "Management" an- THINK MEN IN BLACK. I technically watched it but also don't remember stuff about it, but they kind of tend to function to keep the system working in a specific way. A lot of which do so by blocking information, maintaining forms of compartmentalization, seeming to know far far more than other parts, and - in cases where the gatekeeper functions in a partially persecutor sense - can interfere with progress and processing by removing functions.

Honestly, I might have to tag Ray or someone else in this cause I've long long long long long since stopped thinking about Gatekeeper business since like.... we had our 5th gatekeeper so my ability to have organized thought on this topic has gone out the window since I just sit back here and go "Oh yeah thats a thing".

So I don't think I can put together a good "what makes them distinct" but I will share a few less meme-ful types of gatekeepers (we made a bit of a meme of it) in the way I've kinda organized them

-FBI / Administrative Gatekeepers: Tend to have easy access to the memories of other parts and the overall memory, have higher access to parts under their 'territory', tend to be mildly omnipotent kinda in how they interact with the inner world

-Racoon: Parts that tend to "steal" things away and take them "somewhere else"; Tend to not really operate under a structured order and tend to operate by removing things from the conscious space - usually trauma and emotions, but sometimes has been general thoughts, ability to speak, etc

-Inner World Editors: I actually don't know these parts specifically but parts that have a greater understanding and ability to manipulate the shape and function of the inner world

-Blockades: These parts tend to have the ability to block information, thoughts, memories, emotions, etc and keep parts from accessing it one way or the other

-Taxis: Similar to the racoons, but they more so kind of fall into a blend with caretaker roles where they tend to appear and offer to move things or take parts to a safer place or down regulate and similar

There are also gatekeepers that manage how fronting works, but we don't have any of those in this system (yet) so I can't really say much on that.

I jokingly call gatekeepers god modders but... Anyways

Man I really have taken a large sit back from thinking of complex system structures as a part cause I'm looking at this information and Im just like "..... this is above my pay grade as a simple host TM smh"

-Riku (The Marginalized Not-Gatekeeper Part here*)

Also @your-gay-owl if you see this in the next 2 years help. I very confusions sir. I'm filing a request.

*we do have other not gatekeeper parts but like.... we are a minority here and its frustrating af

#alter: riku #ask #asks #gatekeeper #alter: ray #help ray

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firehousewithaview · 1 year

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WIP Friday

Thank you @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy for tagging me!

Rules: Post up to five (5) filenames from your wips. Not titles, filenames.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

I have... many current files I'm working on, but the most recent 5 are:

The Buckley Parents are Trash (tm)

Buddie Project Runway

Vampire Buck

Buddie 5+1 (Supernatural know)

Buddie Bones AU

I've been struggling to write in the last week so I don't have much, but here's some of what I do have

“Ah,” Bobby says, looking down at the notebooks with a complicated smile. “Just…” He hesitates, sighing. “He was working on getting my chili recipe right before this happened.” There’s a pause. Maddie doesn’t look away from her brother’s face. “I’ve been talking to him about all my recipes he still needs to get right.” He clears his throat. “Figured maybe it’s time he get his own book for them.”

Maddie feels her eyes burn but she swallows it back. “I’m sure he’s going to wake up with a thousand questions.” She jokes lightly. “Then he’ll type them all up as soon as he can.”

Letting out a light chuckle, Bobby taps the book. “You’d think, but I texted him the lasagne recipe when he lost the card. He asked me to rewrite it out the next shift.” He smiles at the memory. “Figured I’d put them all in one place for him.”

And that… That’s too much for Maddie right now. She was the one who brought the card their parents sent. It’s sitting on the table next to her, the most generic bear in a hospital bed with a generic message inside, signed ‘mom & dad’ in what is obviously dad’s handwriting for both of them.

I'll tag @spaceprincessem and @rogerzsteven and anyone else who wants to join in, but there's no pressure at all!

#WIP Friday #buddie wip #buddie #911onfox #wait I guess that's 911onABC now #911onABC

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yellowloid · 2 years

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When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

i was tagged by @elorianna @glorious-blackout @trickztr and @fiireside - thank you my lovelies! 💖 i'm definitely *not* going to talk about my older fics i've written in my native language because they're not that good and i cringe a bit at the memory (but still with love, y'know) + i only have five published works on ao3, so i'm going to talk a bit about those! in no particular order because i'm very proud of each and every one of them.

• Demons, Nightmares and Relatable Stuff

{buzzfeed unsolved}

a little fic i wrote back in 2018, when i was still in the middle of a terrible case of writer's block. i had it since 2014 and it only went away in 2021; during the years in between, i was only able to write sporadically and with great difficulty. being able to work on and finish this, as short as it may be, was a great accomplishment for me. it was also the first fic i ever wrote in english, so i was really proud and even though i don't write about bfu anymore, i'm still a big fan of ryan, shane and everything they do, and this fic is still very dear to my heart.

• In the Woods Somewhere

{tlsp - milex}

my first milex fic and the fic that finally got me out of writer's block! also first attempt at writing fantasy AND smut. the idea had been in my head for a long time and i finally had the chance to put it on paper, so i just took the chance and looking back on it i'm so glad i did. i'm very fond of this one - i worked really hard on it and, as i already said elsewhere, i kept going back to it to fix things because i really wanted it to be as good as it could before posting it. i had a lot of fun writing it but i was also a bit obsessed, it needed to be perfect - and of course it isn't, it's definitely not my best work but it felt amazing to finally be able to write again. it still means a lot to me and when i posted it i was blown away by how supportive the milex fandom was and still is 💞💞

(also, it's almost been a year since i posted it and, y'know, if you still haven't read it maybe it's the right time to do it lmao)

• Terra Incognita

{tlsp - milex}

this is one of the fics i'm most proud of! it taught me that sometimes the things that come to you almost casually are the ones that end up surprising you most. i started writing it after putting another project aside and i just wanted to write something cute and simple. i had a clear idea of it in my head and i was very satisfied with how it turned out. however, being a big ass pessimist i didn't expect it to receive so much love when i posted it 😭 i was so happy that people were enjoying it; writing it and receiving such lovely feedback gave me a big boost of writing-serotonin, which i really needed after giving up on that other project i'd been working on. so yeah i'm really attached to this one 💖

• Away From Harm In My Baby's Arms

{tlsp - milex}

the first part of my first ever series. there's not much to say about this one, it's just cute and fluffy and it gives an overview of their relationship growing over the years, from the puppy love of the recording of taotu to the horny shenanigans of the eycte tour, and everything that happened between 2016 and today. there's a lot of reminiscing about the past, very cute but very angsty in some passages, but it's mostly Certified Fluff TM. it was inspired by my love for alex's hair and my ever-growing need to write essays on how his hairstyles reflect his mental state. the idea of miles braiding his hair just wouldn't leave my mind, so i HAD to write it down and make it extra fluffy. overall, i think this fic gives a nice preparation as to what to expect in the next parts of the series, especially when it comes to alex and miles' dynamic.

• All's Well That Ends Well (To End Up With You)

{tlsp - milex}

my baby, my love, my emotional support fic! definitely the one i'm most proud of along with Terra Incognita, but i have to admit i have the biggest soft spot for this one. it might very well be the longest fic i've ever written (i used to write long-fics when i was younger but they were definitely shorter than this); it's the first multi-chaptered fic i've been able to write ever since getting over my writer's block, and it just makes me a bit (very) emotional because if you told me from the past that i'd be able to write this i would have never believed it. and yet here we are - 65k words, which might not be that much for other people but it's definitely a lot for me. i worked on it very hard and i'm just so proud of it, i doubt i'll ever shut up about it. so much shit happened to me personal life-wise as i was writing it, and at the end of the day no matter what happened i always came back to this fic and it was like getting wrapped in the tightest, warmest hug. i've grown so attached to it, and i just love everything about it: the idea behind it, the dynamic between alex and miles and just the pure romanticism of it all. now that i'm almost done posting (only two more chapters to go!) i'm a bit sad that it's ending, but i'm also so excited to share the last chapters with you guys. you've shown this fic so much love and i'm here, a bit like a proud parent, seeing my baby go into the world and be appreciated 💖 idk i'm just really emotional over this fic, and i'm also very excited for the next and final part of the series. stay tuned for that!!

since i'm a bit late and everyone has already done it, i'm tagging whoever wants to do this 🥰

#aaah shit here we go again: crying after thinking too much about AWTEW #my writing #milex fanfiction #tag games

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