#seles writes

[seleswrites]

serena ira | Leon S. Kennedy/Reader | find on AO3

And on the seventh day, god brought your soulmate into a dying city, crawling with the monstrous undead. Damn your luck.

Fandom: Resident Evil 2 (remake)

Relationship: Leon/Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,568

Tags: soulmate AU, canon divergence/not canon compliant, no Y/N, Leon A and Claire B (in my head they meet up before the final train scene), canon typical violence, lots of cursing, reader can be anyone but I tend to write queer afab reader-oc's.

Event: @lunarbuck's Soulmate AU writing challenge

Soulmate Prompt: "You and your soulmate have matching tattoos that become clear once you meet." (Added a bit of flavor so hope it's a good read still!)

Photo credits: Nicolas Ladino Silva (woman in shadow) and Trevor (city landscape) on Unsplash

A/N: Nothing like a new fandom to control the braincell. Please be kind, I just got into RE like two weeks ago lmao! I only know half of RE2:make, the RE4:make, and Lady D from Village.

An entire city overturned into a place of nightmares not even within a week. 

Familiar streets turned into dangerous traps filled with, what you could only describe as, the undead. You had no idea how you were going to survive. Hell, you had no idea you've survived this week. Damned Luck pitying you perhaps, for Her sick game. 

The Raccoon City PD was no longer a safe haven like the radio repeated, a turned labyrinth of monsters, and the group of people you escaped with (stupidly taking your chances outside, running out as quickly as you had run inside) and traveled with dwindled in number as many small hordes of once living and breathing people descended upon you all, multiple times. Until more people broke off on their own. Until more people became part of the living dead numbers. Until it was just you. Just you. Alone. 

Didn't anyone learn about the buddy system? 

And, somewhere in the middle of this all on the sixth or seventh day, your outer forearm inked with your soulmate mark -- a large raven feather that broke into smaller silhouettes of the same bird, flying off your skin if it could -- burned with the damned telling sign that you were close to that First Meeting. That they, whoever they are, were close. And very much alive. 

Great. In the middle of a zombie apocalypse and your soulmate had to arrive somewhere within this large ass city. That would be the cards dealt by Lady Luck. And your luck would pin either of you as dead before arrival. 

You couldn't curse your bad luck enough. On the verge of leaving, meager and stolen supplies packed up in a motorbike you've hidden in a secure space and a route planned out of the city, you hesitated. A settling sinking feeling sat in your stomach like a heavy stone. You can't leave your soulmate here to die. With a growl, you shoved your assorted pockets and bags with as much ammo, medical supplies, food and water as possible, finality lining every movement. 

Damn it! Damn them!

Following the burning pulse radiating in strength as you, hopefully, close the distance, you leave your own safety bubble to seek your soulmate out. Out in the rainy night in this dreary city. Bundled in the remains of a warm outfit. Whatever fucking idiot was roaming around here better be worth it. 

Hours of slow going, getting soaked to the bones, avoiding the hoards as they swarmed the PD station again as a loud siren and explosions echoed in the night air, your heart sank. 

You gotta be kidding me. 

That would be the most likely place in the city, wouldn't it? 

Damn your luck. 

(On any other day, you wouldn't curse your lack of luck to incur more of Lady Luck's wrath; even now, you're still alive thanks to the whimsies of Luck and the Fates. And firearm and survival lessons of your paranoid and militaristic step-fa-- your dad. For another countless time this week, you wished he was still alive so you could thank him for his hindsight for all his 'ridiculous' teachings. Still: fucking damn your luck--) 

Stop. 

Control your breathing, even as panic laced every inhale, every exhale. Focus on keeping quiet, on this warmer-colder game of tag with someone you don't even know, on keeping alive because what's the point if you die in process? 

Focus on the undead blocking your path to get back into the metal graveyard of the museum-turned-police-station before you. 

Aim at the back of its head.

Line up the shot. 

Inhale.

Steady.

Gotta thank the old man when you die a natural death of old age and see him in the afterlife. Or something like that, you thought, firing the shot. 

The creature shrieked a horrifying hiss as the bullet hit, like someone released air out of a balloon, a squeaky sound that you still internally wince, unused to it even after this week. It twisted and turned, head lulled back, and you ready-aimed-fired a quick second bullet before you could see its face. You didn't want another ghost of their human self to add into the mix of your dreams -- whenever you did find a safe space to sleep next. 

The body dropped to the wet ground in an awful slump. 

Exhale. 

White puff of cold air left your lips as you stared at the body for a second to see it unmoved. Quickly, you checked your surroundings for any other zombies; four more shots fired, three downed dead, three more bullets in your P220's mag. Another prayer casted towards the capricious Lady Luck: please, don't summon a licker.

An empty street was all that greeted you. Nothing attracted by the sound of bullets firing, nothing but an unnerving feeling that you were being watched, shivering beyond the coldness of the rainy night. A loud scraping sound kept you low to the ground, half bent over and nearly squatting, as you casted your eyes around, looking for signs of threats. 

No threats. Street still empty. Empty, except two survivors in the distance, exiting from the Station’s parking lot. 

From where the noise came from. 

On the other side of the sinkhole and its halted repair started before this week of hell. 

You managed to get yourself to the edge of it, avoiding two zombies eating flesh along the way, them happily and thankfully ignoring you as horrifying chewing and slurping sounds loudly scraped against your own gut. Managed just quick enough as the two strangers had their back to you, one working their way to get inside the gun store, its neon sign lighting highlighting the woman's silhouette with a fade glow of red. 

"Hey!" you wanted to scream, but the word stuck in your throat. It wouldn't do anyone good to scream here and attract monsters. Selfishly, you wanted someone to turn around, to see you in the distance, to wait for you-- As if you could be heard, the other silhouette turned, ever so slightly, enough for you to read the miniscule and faded letters of R.P.C. across his chest. 

The mark hiccuped in its heat, only fluttering coolness the brief moment you both saw each other. Your breath hitched in your throat. 

Him. It's him.

The door to the gun shop opened and, even from your spot across the way, you heard the woman call out to the cop, distance obscuring what she actually said however. She entered the shop without a backward glance. He hesitated, giving you a look you were too far away to read, before following in after his partner. 

You couldn't help but rub your fingers along the cooling shape of a feather on your arm, a silent prayer on your lips to the Fates or fucking Luck or whatever listening to give whatever goodwill you had and send it to him. Let him survive. 

And then you were alone again.

Let him be safe. Please. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A curse hissed out of your mouth, unwanted as a zombie bit at your not dominant arm, the one burning with the feather soulmate mark. The wound's deep enough where blood blossomed under your sleeves, but you yelped as you wrenched your arm free. Its teeth pulled away with your skin and shirt fabric in between its maw. It growled. You shoved the barrel of your pistol against its temple, firing. 

Blood and brains splattered onto your long sleeves, already soiled with sewage and dried gore. A loud groan left your lips, frustrated at your sloppiness over the fact you were bleeding. Contagion was the least of your worries; you'd been a zombie three times over during this week. But regular infection of an untreated wound? That could kill you. 

Your thoughts stilled as a chilling scream sucked in your breath. 

You should have expected the NEST to be filled with zombies, everywhere else in the city was. It's why you shared your ammo with Claire as she explored her portion of the NEST to unlock the antiviral needed to save Sherry; if anything, she had a better sense of survival than you, especially after the way she fought that terrifying eyeball monster of a once-human. 

What you didn't expect was the fucking licker crawling around on the ceiling. 

You should have.

A high pitched whine sent a chill down your spine, before its long claws scraped across the walls. 

Tensing, you covered your mouth and held your handgun in its direction, hoping that it didn't hear you. You didn't have enough rounds in the mag, hell in general if you had to fight it. Two shots left before reloading. Your pistol’s full eight wouldn't even be enough. 

Circle around it slowly as it seemed to sniff the air (and deluded yourself that it could not smell your disgusting stench of sewer and sweat clinging to you). 

Slowly, foot by foot.  

Freeze as it hissed again.

The door opened, creaking. Both the licker and you tilted towards it. One booted foot in, someone you know by the returning of the intense burning of your forearm in the shape of a raven's feather. 

Him. 

The licker posed to jump in his direction, like a cat ready to pounce on a mouse. 

Fuck you Lady Luck and her shitty timing.  

"Careful, licker!" you shouted. 

It whipped around towards you, its loud growling wheeze echoing in the room. Fucking shit-- 

The bastard howled as it lunged forward. 

Into your space. 

Duck -- too late. It jumped on your body, throwing you to the ground as its large claws hit your shoulders. You yelped from the impact. Happlessly, you fired your two shots into its large, brain-like head. The bullets hit, but not the weak spot. 

Another shot rang out in the room. Enough for the licker to hesitate sinking its teeth in your flesh. It erupted in flames as He came closer, holding a fucking flamethrower in his hand. It screamed. Its weight disappeared and you scrambled back on your hands and arms, pain shooting through them in the movement as blood, old and new, smeared along your palms. The smell of burning flesh, nothing like the sweet scent cooking but more ashen and decay, filled your nose, alongside the metallic under layer of blood, your blood. 

The screams died as the licker did, flames simmering down into nothingness alongside its charred and blackened skin. You forced yourself to sit up, groaning in pain. Everything hurt. Your back, your shoulders, your arms especially -- but you couldn't tell if that's because of how heavy you hit the ground or that damned fucking mark that threatened to burn your own arm off. 

He cursed, repeated fucks and shit expelling under breath as he made it to your side. "Here, you're okay, you're okay, I got you."

He pulled out some medical supplies from within his packs. A bottle of hydrogen peroxide. A roll of bandages. Without thinking, he reached for your bleeding arm. 

And the burning stopped, his touch instantly dropped your arm into a freezing chill as his eyes took in the teeth marks ripped in your skin, the bloodied feather and its tiny ravens, ink gradually running clear. You shivered and he did a double-take on you, hand shaking as if he too was dropped below zero. 

A moment paused into an eternity as you caught your breath. In the darkened room with broken flickering lights overhead, dark shadows chiseled his face in sharp angles, despite his youthful look. Stands of light golden blonde hair clung to his forehead, dirtied with grime and sweat. Blue eyes swept over your features, just as you did to him. 

Even in this mess, he was handsome, pretty even. Heat licked your cheeks as your mind wandered on how pretty would he be cleaned up…

"You’re the goddamn idiot,” you muttered under breath, face heating from embarrassment. Talk about a dramatic First Meeting. 

"What?" the stranger asked, strangely breathless. "Hey. Are you okay?"

His eyes widened, blues roaming between your arm and your face again. You didn't answer him, but you said a bit louder, "It’s you."

"It's…me." Words he repeated, but laced with a question. Like he didn’t realize who he was to you. Not until the remaining half an outline of the feather, barely just visible, disappeared entirely as he laid another glance on it.

Nothing. Like you were never marked at all. 

“Oh…”

He knew now.

"Yes, you! The kind of idiot that strolls into an infested city of the undead!" you said, words streaming from your lips in a hiss, holding back your scream as he no longer knelt frozen before you and worked to disinfect your wound. Unwanted tears pricked at the edge of your eyes; you lied that it was because of the sting of the disinfectant, not frustration nor relief to see him. "You were safe up until today!" 

And you could have been okay dying with that knowledge!

He tied the bandage tight, too tight, and you winced from the pain. “Sorry,” he apologized softly, even as his lips pressed into a thin line. “But I had my duty. I couldn’t leave the city without helping.”  

You slapped his hold on you away -- he let you go easily -- and forced yourself to your feet. He followed you quickly, arms reaching out to steady you as you swayed and stumbled onto your feet, sliding on gore and fluids, legs trembling in pain and useless adrenaline. His grip on your arms were tight, hands warm and comforting. 

"Right… Duty.” The word tasted like blood in your mouth. You’ve seen enough people die for the sake of duty; you’ve seen others die for less honorable reasons. Something hot burned down your grime-streaked cheeks. “And I was leaving. I was leaving," you confessed. “I couldn’t, not with you here. Guess we’re both the idiots here.”  

A faint chuckle, akin to puffs of air more than anything, left his lips. Slowly, as if you were a spooked cat, his hands found your cheeks, thumbs running comforting wipes along the trails left by your tears. You tried not to lean into his touch, craving that comfort from him selfishly.

"Thank you." It's soft, embarrassed even as his eyes gaze just a little out of your reach, and his cheeks tinted with pink. 

"Don't thank me yet,” you scoffed, “Now we can die together." 

Another laugh. "Fair enough. It's not safe out here." 

"Duh, Mr. Obvious.” 

But he smiled like nothing happened, a cheeky little grin that warms you even further. Oh shit, he's cute. "It's Kennedy, actually. Leon Kennedy," he said, introducing himself. 

You gave yours, rolling your eyes as he repeated it reverently. 

"We're going to get out of here alive. I swear it," Leon promised with such conviction you believed him. “Okay?” 

He waited until you nodded to release your cheeks, but not before his eyes lingered on your lips. As if you didn’t share the same thoughts. Later, later. 

Instead, Leon grabbed your gun from off the floor. Relief settled your limbs as your hands found the familiar metal of your handgun. Silently, you reloaded, as he did the same, hands reaching for his shotgun. 

Not dead yet, still a chance.

Taking a deep breath, you grinned at him as fake confidence steered your lips, "Alright then, pretty boy, lead the way. I got your back." 

"Pretty boy?"

#resident evil fanfiction #seles writes #leon kennedy x reader

[popponn]

Seeing the esteemed Duke of Meropide eyes a pair of decorations curiously is an amusing experience, turns out. Even when your relationship with him is pretty much an unsaid ‘almost lover’ situation.

“So,” leaning against his working desk, you try not to smile too wide, “do you like them?”

Wriothesley continues to stare and blink at the black and white dog miniatures—intended to be placed on flat surfaces, however, your creativity is your limit, or so the craftsmen of Liyue said. Straightening his sitting posture, he then leans towards the objects that sit on his desk. “…this feels like a series,” he finally says after a long while, taking one of the two dogs. He once again takes in the merry dog figurine in his hand. Slightly bigger than his thumb, carrying a ball with a tail that is depicted to be in the middle of a swishing motion.

“It is. There are actually another eight dogs,” and also another twenty cats that are a story or, perhaps, a gift for another time, “but I don’t know if you will like it… or do you even have the space to keep all ten, so I just buy you two this time.”

“Hey, hey, since when do I seem like the sort of person who is unappreciative of something people give me?” Wriothesley put down the dog, only to take another one up. In between that, a smile and a glance are addressed to you humorously, yet as softly as always. “And also…”

You realize he purposefully trails off. “And also?”

With how entertained he is at the handcrafted woods, you think he will praise the craftsmanship. Or perhaps, it is time to recall that musing of his about wanting to keep a pet and how these two will be a perfect replacement. Or maybe, he will make another unpredictable joke one would never thought would come out from his mouth.

Yet, instead of all of that, Wriothesley merely reaches out a hand to take yours while his other hand and focus remain on your present. His tone is far from anything—as if he is simply stating a fact. Despite all that, the squeeze he gives as he intertwines his fingers with yours says enough.

“This is from you,” he states, finally shifting his attention to fully land on you. “There is no way I would dislike it.”

#genshin scenarios #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley fluff #drabbles #i finally write something for you your highness!!!! tho it's short #i hope i can write a proper fic soon but drabbles are fun in their own way haha #that idle of him wanting pet...i really want to give him a selee for company at least...

[multifairyus]

Bree and Sel Shipnames?

What are we thinking y’all?

• Names mashed together? BreeSel, SelBree?

• Name combo? Selee? Brelwyn? (Ngl I have a soft spot from this as a Soriku, Percabeth, Killugon, and Shadowgast shipper )

• Aether signature combo? Amber Whiskey? Cinnamon Honey? (OMG LIKE THEIR EYES?!) Honey Whiskey? Cinnamon Amber? (OMG LIKE THEIR EYES?!)

• OG “X”pairing? BreeXSel, SelxBree? BrianaXSelwyn and SelwynXBriana for the thorough?

• Something cute with their titles? “A King and her Kingsmage” is a Thing™️ of course but too long…maybe what they aren’t? A Princess and her Knight? I’m willing to bet that princess is a “special” nickname between them

#I’m so sick of writing all these tags can we come to a consensus? #SelBree #breesel #breexsel #selxbree #Brelwyn #Selee #Legendborn #bloodmarked

[mistyacorn]

childish love

sypnosis; gepard embarrasses reader, so reader embarrasses him back. what children…

pairing(s); bf gepard + gn! reader ⟿ featuring; established relationship, playful gepard, cheeky and immature reader ngl, childish love, big fluff

❀ wc; 1,681

a/n; hi! this was so cute to write, gepard is my favourite and he’s such a cutie . it’s not a short read but i don’t think i’d consider it a long read either. in between hehe. ty for reading!!

You, Dan Heng, March and Selee have been invited to visit Bronya, the new supreme guardian, in her new office. The four of you are guided inside by a Silvermane guard, who tells you to stay close and not get lost - especially since the building is getting renovated at the moment.

As you travel through the many long hallways and flights of stairs together, Selee starts her small rant about the ugly carpet choice in the building. March and her get into a deep discussion about why and why not green should be the colour of the carpet. The guard leading you clearly does not want to interfere in this debate, keeping his eyes straight forward and walking further and further ahead. And Dan Heng is, well… uninterested.

You’re at the back of the pack, paying more attention to the different boxes and crates that are being moved around you. There are some guards standing about, chatting noisily as if they aren’t on duty. Another guard is stacking three large crates on top of each other, working hard to transport as many as he can efficiently. There’s also a sheepish looking guard scratching his neck as he’s being scolded by a blonde man- hey! It’s Gepard!

You eyes light up at the sight of your boyfriend. Gosh he’s hot when he’s being fierce… Suddenly you’re swooning over him, not noticing that the group you were with were walking further away from you. Your feet don’t move as you simply stare towards his direction.

When you finally snap out of it, you turn to see that your buddies and the guard are long gone. Oops. You decide to find your way to Bronya’s office yourself, how hard can it be?

You advance down the hallway you’re in, stop at the end and find yourself with two choices. Left or right? A second passes before you randomly choose right. Right is always right, after all!

And so that is your strategy for the next seven turns, making mostly right turns and occasionally a left. After your eighth corner, you stop and huff unhappily. You aren’t… lost, …just-

“Exploring are we?” A voice sounds from behind you. You turn to see none other than Gepard, your boyfriend, who has an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed as he approaches you. “Or are you lost, dear?”

You narrow your eyes. “I am not lost! I’m just- um.. admiring the hallway that’s all.” You spit out a lie, to which Gepard raises his eyebrows mockingly to.

“I just watched you walk down seven different hallways, each time looking more confused than the previous one.” He informs you. “So, you’re lost.”

You can’t save yourself from that. “Whatever. It’s not my fault this stupid building has a thousand stupid hallways that all intersect for some strange reason!” You complain, crossing your arms.

Your boyfriend stifles a laugh, covering his mouth in attempts to hide it. It’s obvious to you though. You glare at him and smack his arm, clicking your tongue. “Shut up.” You mutter. “I’ll find my way there sooner or later, watch me!”

You’re just about to storm away to god knows where when Gepard grabs your wrist gently to stop you. “You’re an idiot. I’ll take you there.” He suggests.

You want to reject his offer, after all, you want to prove you have some sort of directional skills. But on the other hand, you probably will end up getting to Bronya’s office the next day if you do so. You sigh and turn back to the boy, who has an expectant look on his face. He knows exactly what you’re thinking, of course.

“Fine.” You huff, and Gepard swears he can see the gloomy cloud above your head. He smiles softly and pokes your cheek. Then he puts his hands on your shoulders, turns you around and guides you forward.

“This way, sunshine.” He says, walking beside you. The two of you walk down a couple more hallways with him leading you. You also go up a flight of stairs, the same stairs you had passed earlier, when you were navigating this place yourself.

“You know, you could have made it to her office earlier,” he points out, blatantly teasing you, “if only you actually read the sign..” He gestures towards the wooden sign on the wall beside you. It reads ‘Supreme Guardian’s Office’ with a very clear arrow printed, pointing up the stairs.

Just then, from behind you two, three guards walk past quietly. One guard accidentally laughs aloud, earning smacks from the others. They dash away, but you two knew they had heard Gepard’s comment.

Your face burns and he notices this as you two continue to walk. You can see him glancing at you from the corner of your eyes so you shove him in the arm. Furrowing your brows, you look away from him.

His eyes are on you and he laughs to himself softly at how adorable you are when you’re embarrassed. I’m going to get him back, you think to yourself.

A short walk later, you two finally arrive at the hallway heading to the office doors. Down at the end, beside the doors, stand two guards in the Silvermane uniform. Something clicks in your brain, and you immediately have an idea.

“Well, it’s right down the hallway,” Gepard says, gesturing with his head. “Go on.”

You grin cheekily and turn to him. “Wait, why don’t you walk me to the door too?” You do your best innocent face, adding a “please” afterwards.

Your boyfriend sees a clear sparkle in your eye, and he senses you’re up to something. Yeah, you’re cute, but.. “Why?” He questions.

“Because.” You quickly make up something on the spot, “I just… need you to help me get into the room, in case the guards over there don’t allow me to go in, you know?”

He looks a little confused so you add, “Plus, you’re my boyfriend.” (Damn you pulled the boyfriend card. Respect.)

Gepard doesn’t really know what to do. He has more duties to attend to, but you looked so eager to have him go with you. And he doesn’t move so… you decide for him.

You grab his arm and pull him forward, dragging the tall man down the hallway with you. “Woah!” He nearly trips following you, “Okay, okay, slow down!”

Now you pull him by your side and cling your arm around his, smiling happily and continuing your walk with Gepard confusingly trotting alongside you. He doesn’t know now but he probably should have escaped then…

When you reach the door, your boyfriend greets the two guards politely with a nod. Then he turns to you. “Okay we’re here. Go in.” He says quietly, motioning to the door with his ocean blue eyes.

You smile sweetly. “Okay, thank you baby~!” Your voice suddenly rings loudly, in this quiet hallway. “I told you you didn’t have to, but you’re such a sweet boyfriend for bringing me all the way to the doorstep!”

Gepard’s eyes widen, and his cheeks instantly turn pink. The guards at the door are wearing masks, but you both know that they are hearing every word and watching every move you guys make.

“Well, goodbye for now!” You batt your eyelashes sweetly at him, a grin on your face. The guards may see your smile as a normal one but Gepard sees the teasing glimmer in your eye. You jump up and hug him tightly, and he hugs you back in confusion.

“What are you doing??” He whispers into your ear.

Your grin grows wider as you whisper back. “Just thanking you.”

The boy is more confused than ever as you pull away from the hug, eyes still looking straight into his. What are you up to?

“What’s that baby? You want a kiss goodbye?” You giggle as you lie loudly, making sure the guards could hear you.

Gepard’s eyes widen again. No no no no what is she-

Before he knows it, your lips are on his, kissing him ever so passionately. He stands there with wide eyes for a second, before gently putting one hand on your cheek and pushing you away slightly.

“Babe, not now.” He mutters, clearly embarrassed from his red cheeks and ears.

You blink. Yeah right, you’re not getting off this easy.

You immediately crash your lips back onto his again, knowing that Gepard is most definitely dying of embarrassment right now. Hah! Revenge rocks!

Meanwhile, your boyfriend is struggling to push you back, and his mind is racing. He loves your kisses, he wants to kiss you back.. but- the guards are watching, he can’t! Oh, but your kiss… NO! But your lips….

At this point, you’re nearly making out with him. And unconsciously, Gepard finds himself kissing you back. You feel a sense of satisfaction, as though you had accomplished your mission in embarrassing him back. Slowly, he actually starts falling deeper into the kiss, basically forgetting about his fellow guards nearby.

A minute of kissing (making out) later, he snaps back into reality and he pushes you away. To Gepard’s dismay however, the guards were both already gone. He sighs heavily as he closes his eyes, already knowing that soon, the rest of the Silvermane guards will know about this… event. On the contrary, you were grinning proudly, nodding your head in approval.

“Thank you, babe.” He stares at you, his voice low, his eyes saying ‘fuck you’ and his tongue rolling the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

You smile, and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Now we’re even.” You giggle at his expression as you turn around to (finally) enter Bronya’s office.

���I love you~!” You sing aloud, before opening the door and entering.

Your boyfriend watches as the door closes behind you, face still warm from embarrassment. He sighs and turns around to walk down the hallway again.

Of course, he can’t stop himself from smiling ever so slightly as he thinks of your last words. He’s too in love with you too.

© mistyacorn do not plagiarize or repost please, just enjoy it ykwim

#(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) —mistyacorn’s #gepard x reader #hsr x reader #hsr gepard #gepard #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #gepard hsr #hsr fanfic #gepard fanfic #hsr imagines #hsr #hsr x you #hsr x y/n

[dutifullylazybread]

A Fun D&D Resource

Hi everyone,

If you are writing a fic/DMing and need to know the distances between locations on the Sword Coast, check out this interactive map that I found:

It will give you the kilometers/miles between locations and the time it would take to travel between them.

#darcy rambles #i love this so much! #d&d resources

[boboteam89]

This may contain Saha and Rebirth arc spoilers as well as the Day of Transcending Finality arc, read w caution!

This is a very sudden thing to post at 3am but am I the only one to genuinely feel surprised when people say that Senti's writing is "nulled down to a point of comedy relief"? There is a clear difference between just a comedy relief character who has no specific lore or traits, worries assigned to them / their lore is completely ignored in the story, and a character who is a comedy relief one BUT they still have unique traits and even worries shown throughout their actions and words. And Senti is EXACTLY that.

Take even the Saha and Rebirth arc. God did she make some of the moments in the chapter the funniest (but damn it was so needed throughout all the stress built up tbh) and not to mention the fact just how much of an impact she made on the story. Sure, she may not have done something outright crazy good, but as some examples :

She DID help with the connecting the anchor points bullshit, SHE was the one to actually head-on transfer Vita to her sentience space and launch a technical counter-attack on her, ALSO delaying Vita??? Sure it may not have changed that much but the fact itself?? Also the fact that she was the one to comfort Veliona when she was worried about Selee even willing to go to such lenghts as telling her the technical "limit" of sentience?

And if we talk about worries, do you not also see through the fact that she is genuinely worried about Hua during the arc? The fact that she pretends not to care yet she still helps others throughout the arc? And are we NOT going to talk about the moment when she technically finally got her own body? I think it's goddamn UNDERAPPRECIATED because she had been dealing with an existential crisis for so long, and despite not seeming to care as much anymore and moving on, she still had an internal conflict as literally described in the chapter. With herself. There has been a lot of metaphors and it's so mind blowing. And I quote :

You saw "you" being eaten away by the void that symbolized death. You saw "your" efforts destroyed by the light that obliterated all things. You saw "you" sunk into the darkness untill you heard rain.

Then who am "I" now?

End quote.

Is that not literal self conflict to you?? It is both describing the process of technical "revival" from Selee's power, AND Senti's conflicting thoughts. This was such a big moment to me that I almost cried?? And YET

She still made the arc funny, she still had a lot of moments where her comedic side shined, god there is even something funny about being so self-righteous and (although only seemingly, sometimes) sure of herself. Even during the fighting. Even during the explanation of all the difficult stuff from the arc. Even the "all hail the Herrscher of Sentience!" moment. Yet this arc balances all the worries and topics of hers pretty much perfectly.

That is without even covering THE FINALITY ARC which honestly the fight with Kiana LITERALLY speaks for itself, girl had so much piled up on her mind since that battle methinks. And we won't even mention the Kevin fight and just HOW MUCH she helped and to WHAT LENGHTS she would go. The talk they had during AND AFTER the fight is so. How could you ignore it. She def wasn't just a comedy relief in that arc despite still being VERY funny here and there.

And I am not going to talk about how she manages to seem to have worries even in the goofy shenzhou spring festival, with basically her just wanting recognition but ending up in a misunderstanding and then giving everyone a chance to enjoy a good festival, although it might seem like a far strectch which I would aggree on.

But yeah. I had to ramble. Thanks to anyone who decided to read this! Feel free to share any thoughts or correct me <3

#honkai impact 3rd #herrscher of sentience #senti #ramblings

[wildbasil]

"And when she is shining o'er hill and heath, I dance in the revels of Gwyn ap Nudd."

You know what I love? The Victorian (and early 20th century) obsession with Gwyn ap Nudd. It's absolutely WILD and I promise I'll write a real post with sources soon. For now, here are some highlights of things Victorians have written about him:

He's a small and silly fellow! Ohohoh!

He was rather fond of Gawain… until he wasn't.

He's definitely Melwas/Hades/Sir Guyon/Oberon. Actually, he's every fairy king ever. 

He's closely connected to Neath, to Pumlumon, to the Berwyn mountains, to Blaenau Gwent, and more (yeah, they looked for him everywhere)

He's a demon of the abyss. Also a lord of glamour and a god of fertility/darkness/the unknown.

A fertility god, you ask? With no kids? But aha! Hywel Sele, who haunts the Nannau Oak, was apparently his son.

And my absolute favourite: on Hallowe'en, when he's not off hunting with his musically skilled but ultimately ill-fated companion, Iolo ap Huw, you can find Nudd's fearsome and enigmatic son tapping at your windows, asking for potatoes.

OK, those are just from memory. There's so much more. I need to know, though… Gwyn, what happened to you between 1830-1930? Are you OK now? How would you like your potatoes cooked?

Anyway, to conclude:

(from a 1930s newspaper and completely unrelated to Gwyn ap Nudd. But I stumbled upon it and it made me giggle 😎👍)

#gwyn ap nudd #welsh folklore #fairies #literature #arthuriana #mythology #no more may day fight please gwythyr #he would rather stay home and eat potato

[alarrytale]

Meanwhile the others were held back, burdened with false unfavourable images and had to claw their way out of the ditch. They weren't given the same chance to shine, because Sony though there could only be one successful star out of 1D. They also held the others back to have everyone's focus on H. ///

Liam had David Beckham's manager and a great deal with UMG. Nobody was telling him he couldn't make it because he has an excellent voice. Capitol Records was delighted to sign Niall and gave him the same opportunities Harry had. Straight into touring, first to release a single. Nobody told Niall he couldn't make it and RCA certainly didn't tell Zayn that either. When he was signed the CEO called him an 'icon' and his first single was more successful than SOTT.

Only Louis was told by the music press that he wouldn't have a solo career but that was based on his shaky vocals. If the industry really thought he had no chance nobody would have signed him.

Hi, anon!

I'm not saying they weren't given a shot at success. They all were, despite the odds. They were all from a very successful band, were talented, lovely boys and with huge fanbase backing. Of course other labels would jump on that, there were money to be made on them. But the other four boys didn’t have the perfectly curated image, the international recognisable face and notoriety, preperation time nor the billion dollar label deal. They were all fortunate to sign good-ish label deals, but had to rebrand to fix their images (as well as they could, Sony still controls it). They also needed to compete against each other because they didn’t have gp recognition like H had.

Imagine how different things would be if Zayn was the one tasked with dating TS to help 1D break America, or if Louis was the one in the BBC deal with Nick Grimshaw, or if Niall was the one to attend fashion shows, if H was made to date E and Liam dated Kendall Jenner. Sony gave all this to Harry so that he'd be ready to go solo after 1D.

Liam got Beckham's manager who'd never managed a music artist before, only sport stars. It showed. Liam also brought with him an image of people's least favourite member, with an addiction due to the way they were treated in the band, and little name recognition in the US. The label and management struggled to create an image for him and find a fitting sound that the fans responded well to. Remember the payne chain era? The controversy around his bi song? It showed inexperience and lack of understanding of trends and fandom by both label and management.

Niall got a good deal but he was still stuck with Mo*est who was hated by the entire fandom. He was able to successfully rebrand, because his previous image wasn't in tatters. He got rid of the blond hair, dressed better and found his sound pretty quick. He's dated/been linked to other celebrities and gotten his name out there like Pal*in. Hail*e and Sele*a, and he's "bff"'s with Shawn. He's also been a judge on the voice that have exposed him to american audiences. He still haven't been given the opportunities that H has. He wasn't hung from a helicopter in his first music video. He isn't writing songs with max martin. He's on a budget.

Zayn jumped ship and had a really good start to his solo career. That song is a banger. Turned out his time in 1D was traumatic enough that he'd gotten anxiety and adopted some not good coping mechanisms that hindered his career developement. I think he was tired of fame and his fake mysterious image and needed time out of the spotlight. He needed to prioritise himself and his mental health.

I've discussed Louis so many times, that i won't repeat myself and we all know what he's been through and is still going through.

#boyband politics #sony #onedee #solo niall #solo louis #solo harry #zayn #liam

[selenadoom]

my master post yaaay.

so hiiii it selenadoom's blog. you can call me Sele or selen which one you feel comfortable with.

And you can ask my OCs as well if you'd like to.

so for my AU it's inspired from Vermilion love's oc. and so I'll write about the AU in another post and place the link here soon.

the oc that my cousin mira made for me.

Linda.

about the ocs I made so far:

the ones I made in picrew:

1- Minet

2- Su

3- sivlia

the one I asked from my friend:

greedos

the one I made my self.

1- Vixen

2- pupt!sans

that's all of my kcs for now heheh I love them all.

you can ask me anything in the ask box but be friendly please. even request are open as well.

wanna tag me? here is my tag.

#selenadoomsele

oh and one more thing you don't need to sdk for permission for fanart of my OCs you can draw any of them as you want. I'd be honored.

hope you all have a good day.

#masterpost

[loosesodamarble]

Happy Birthday Josele~!

The Emotion Mage of the Grey Deer squad.

The Heartless Witch of the Black Bull squad.

Host to the Blight Devil Almatra.

Jo. Joey. Jojo. Sele. Josie.

Morgen's Beloved Heart. The song of his soul. His treasure. His dearest.

Nacht's North Star. The light guiding him home. His angel. His darling.

Josele Canty.

Here she is depicted in her major stages of life. -First as a child, before she's met Morgen and Nacht. She's shy and withdrawn but all it will take is one chance meeting for her world to be changed. She grew out her hair as a child, thinking it would make her look more girly. -Second as a Magic Knight in the Grey Deer squad. She carries with her the grimoire she received alongside Morgen and Nacht. The sword on her belt, being a little big for her at the moment, was a gift from the twins as well. -Third as she is cursed by the Locked Heart spell and hosting Almatra. Her grimoire has lost color as her latent magic gets locked away along with her feelings.. She reaches for her heart, knowing that it beats strongly but without passion. -Finally, as someone freed from both devil and curse. Scars of the past mark her body but she doesn't mind them as she also wears with her reminders of a bright future. She is not like what she once was, but she is more than happy as she is. (So are her friends~!)

Her heart has broken and mended many times over the years. And though one of her loves is not living beside her and the other is weighed by great tragedy, Josele loves Morgen and Nacht equally.

I didn't expect Josele to become as popular as she did on my blog. And maybe it's because I'm constantly making content for her... But there is so much to her story and she's so full of potential. Some of my friends have inspired thoughts that I didn't consider before. Her story/character arc has remained largely the same since her initial creation but the details of her life have evolved so much.

I'm so glad with how Josele is turning out. How her relationships with the Fausts and the Bulls and even other people's ocs have been turning out. I'm happy that people are able to understand what I'm trying to get across with her. Sometimes I worry that I do too much with her but then my friends are like "lol, good for her" or "hey I like that idea."

While I may never do a multi-chaptered fic describing her whole journey, I hope the fics I do write convey her story well (and what she shares with Morgen, Nacht, and her other friends). I admit, I need to feature her being cursed more often since that's how she's meant to be most of the time the Bulls know her. It's just that my friends and I have been really into exploring her relationships and life (see her future kids with Nacht) after the curse is broken.

Hopefully I do get around to making more cursed-Josele content. I should also make more Grey Deer era stuff...

Thank you to everyone who has watched me create and write for Josele. To those who have helped me develop Josele with their own ideas. To those who have made a little Josele content of their own. And thank you to the people who simply show an interest in her character, it's a small thing with big impact.

Whatever becomes of Josele from here on out, I hope everyone is willing to stick around for that.

Art by @cringeyvanillamilk. (Literally this art has blown me out of the water. I look at it and it fills me with so much joy~! Also, I think I've fallen in love with my own oc./lh)

#black clover #black clover oc #josele canty #soda's ocs #black clover fanart #steph's art #steph the og mutual #soda asides #happy birthday josele

[thecurioustale]

Curious Tale Mapmaking

On Sunday I finally made the fist visual representation of the City of Sele, the city-state under the Sheer in Relance and the nucleus and origin point of Vardas Gala. I have been writing war stories from survivors of the Hero's invasion, which has necessitated the use of locational details.

After having haphazardly and very slowly collected details on the lay of Sele over just more than a decade, it was finally getting to the point where I was worried about forgetting things I had already creating, superimposing separate locations geographically, and otherwise creating continuity errors in general.

What I have done here is obviously about as primitive as a map can get; it's purely for my own personal reference but I thought it might also be interesting to some of you. Most of these locations are not mentioned in the Prelude, but readers of that work will recognize some of them.

This is an unfinished map, both in the sense that the empty areas are largely yet to be filled in rather than being actually empty and in the sense that (some) existing locations are subject to change. It is also subject to relative error: The Butter Bowl District (home to Crawler's Mouth i.e. the entrance to the Perse Hollows) is explicitly listed in my notes as encompassing the intersection of the city's north–south and west–east meridians, but on this map it is skewed north. And the size of the text on the map also forces some error; for instance, the Academy actually sits mainly on Student Ridge. There are also errors of angularity: Not everything is as neatly laid out west-to-east and north-to-south as this map implies. This will all be corrected in published canonical works.

In terms of its actual, in-world urban development, Sele is more developed in the north and the west than in the south and the east. The north–south axis in particular is strongly correlated with population density, though of course the central districts are the most populous of all. This is because the city generally began in the north, along the Cliffs of Raglan. The Fortress of Galadrim took many years to build but it was a construction site from the very beginning and its placement was indeed the entire reason the city was built at this location along the Shos Plateau. The Academy was built early on too, creating a southwest–northwest axis between the two that saw the earliest and most intense development. For many years following that, development focused in the northwestern direction, filling out the available space east of the World-Facing Palisades, until finally that space was used up and the city began to build southward, culminating in Southtown and only very recently just beginning to fill out the eastern and southeastern marches. (In fact, the southeast quadrant of the map actually is very sparsely developed and not just empty because I haven't conceived and named many of its locations yet.)

The many "ridges" you see referenced, along with the "palisades" westering the city, are the result of Landstorm topography. The entire Sourran Landstorm in the east of the world (which is also where Ieik was located) is an extreme high-elevation (generally about 11,000 feet above sea level, give or take several thousand feet) series of plateaus. You can think of it as a tiled gaming board, like a chessboard or a D&D hexmap (except the tiles are all of irregular shape and varying size), where each tile is a relatively flat expanse of land called a finger. All of the fingers are at essentially random elevations relative to one another, creating oftentimes impassable escarpments or even sheer cliffs. Galan relanceworks (i.e. earthworks) have transformed some of these boundaries into developable hills. The "ridges" on the map may therefore refer to: 1) impassable escarpments between fingers; 2) sloping hillsides either built by relanceworks or, rarely, naturally-occurring; or 3) high-elevation fingers relative to the rest of the city. Some ridges are a combination or two or more of these features.

I spent quite a lot of effort combing through my notes, manuscript text, and unplaced scenes to capture hopefully all of the various named areas within Sele. If I missed any, the number is very small and these locations might be able to be squeezed into the map later.

I also had the chance to create and name new locations, and finally give names to previously established but unnamed locations. This map reflects most of that work, although there is considerably more development in the northwest and central-southwest areas than this map implies. Also, immediately west of Galadrim is a large works area: yards and warehouses and staging grounds and so forth, mainly in service of the Fortress. The city plan calls for this area to eventually be mostly converted to residential use.

I am already making inferences about various characters based on where they live in the city, so in that regard alone this map is already a help.

Speaking of things you might have expected that I would have done a long time ago, on Saturday I wrote the preliminary text treatments on another two of the Twelve Powers of Junction in my canonical document on that subject, following the serendipitous discovery that I had actually conceived and named the Fifth Power all the way back in a Curious Tale Saturdays article in 2018! I had completely forgotten about this and only rediscovered it due to my research for writing those war stories. The Twelve Powers are the foundations of reality and are the primary source of "magic" in the world, and so are important to the story in numerous ways. Writing up a treatment of the Fifth Power wasn't hard since I'd already mostly done it in 2018, and then I went ahead and wrote the Eleventh Power treatment to give a home to one of the Nine Clouds I have named in Chapter 1 of ATH and link some related concepts together under one umbrella. (Each Power, in excess, generates an associated waste Cloud; don't ask why the numbers don't match.) This brings the total number of named Powers to seven and the number of Powers with treatments to six—meaning I'm halfway there!

One of the reasons I haven't done things like fully flesh out worldbuilding control documents like the Sele Map or the Twelve Powers overview is that generally I am wary of the premature concrete-pouring that can happen with top-down designs. I don't want to use up all the space in Sele in case I want to place something else later that I presently haven't created. Same thing with the Twelve Powers: They have a number so I can't just go tacking on more; there are twelve of them and that's it. I want to leave some open space.

This is a balancing act, because the concrete that I do pour almost immediately becomes a productive foundation for further worldbuilding. This is an induced demand problem: The more worldbuilding I set in stone, the more free space I need to set future worldbuilding. In open-ended domains where I have deliberately kept the topological boundaries vague, this is no problem: I can add more and more to my heart's desire. But sometimes the topology must eventually be locked in, as in the case of Sele here where I am describing military actions that occurred in the city. Once it's set, changing this stuff later is a nightmare, so I will almost always work around and within it. Therefore it does become useful, I find, to do this stuff in spurts, which is why I am comfortable with more or less locking down so much of the lay of Sele in just one weekend after having let it glacially agglomerate over more than ten years.

I also got a lot of actual ATH manuscript writing done this weekend, and created two new named characters!

#The Curious Tale #After The Hero #Worldbuilding #Fantasy maps #Topological maps #City of Sele #Powers of Junction #Sourran Landstorm

[kitkatt0430]

Rewatching SG-1 has reminded me of a Tales of Symphonia xOver idea I had that I'd still like to write.

It'd ignore the Tales of Symphonia sequel, so no Dawn of the New World stuff going on here. Instead, a few years post Tales of Symphonia and the reunification of the two world of Sylvarant and Tethe'alla into the single world of Aselia, an archeological dig in Tethe'alla discovers an outpost in the mountains that predates the Kharlan War and the civilizations involved by thousands of years.

It's not ancient Elven technology from their migration to the world from space either and likely predates even that long ago event - and the Elves are related to the Nox, though whether that comes up or not... at least it's world building, right? I considered the Ancients... but I like the Nox better for this. Anywho, the current Elves are an offshoot of the Nox who've lost their history and had somewhat divergent evolution from being on a completely different planet from the other Nox for so long.

It's Ancient technology, but with the Elves having forgotten their history they can't identify it anymore than the human and half-elven historians or archaeologists can. They've even consulted the Summon Spirits, but if they know then they aren't telling. And they do seem to know something.

Seles is fascinated. She's gotten interested in archaeology - Zelos blames Raine, who of course wouldn't see why being interested in old stuff would be so boring to him. But Zelos is trying to be supportive so he's shown up at the dig site.

There's a giant stone circle inside and that Zelos does find interesting. Its made up of a foreign material similar to exspheres, but it's clearly refined the same way exspheres were. While it's still somehow being powered - though they've yet to successfully activate it - it's clear the power source is external and stored in capacitors, not imbued with the power of a human life sacrificed to it's production.

That's when an offworld activation occurs and a Goa'uld and his army shows up. Zelos manages to hide Seles, but then he and two others are 'selected' similar to how Sha're and Skara are in the episode Children of the Gods.

On another world now, Zelos manages to befriend one of the Jaffa guards. Not enough to be snuck out, but enough that Zelos is pretty sure he's not going to get killed by this guy when things inevitably get worse. A selection is going on and, as Mekel explains, the Goa'uld - gods, but not really and isn't that a familiar situation for Zelos to be in? - are selecting new hosts. They're parasites. And that's when Zelos realizes he's in more trouble than he realized.

And so is Mekel and anyone else if Zelos gets 'Chosen'. The Chappa'ai (Stargate) is made of the similar-to-exspheres element. And so is the tech the Jaffa use - and thus the Goa'uld use. And, according to Mekel, the Goa'uld and Jaffa have that element - naquadah - in their blood stream. It's similar enough to exspheres that just being surrounded by so much of it makes Zelos able to feel his now-dormant powers again (dormant ever since he stopped using his angelus crystal) but not enough to actually use those powers.

He's pretty sure if he gets possessed? Those powers will be back and in the control of a wannabe god. Not good.

Mekel is not thrilled to learn this either. He may believe the Goa'uld are false gods, but they're still ridiculously powerful. Giving even one of them more power??? Could only be a bad thing. He's not sure he believes this isn't a ploy on Zelos' part to try and get away safely, but he does like Zelos now so... he decides to help Zelos escape. In doing so they discover a Tok'ra prisoner and after a short explanation about the Tok'ra vs Goa'uld divide, they decide to take him along.

The three of them jump a few planets and Zelos laments that he doesn't know his own world's address to go home. They'd be safe there. Though he's also hoping that they've somehow disabled the gate to prevent further incursions, though he knows Lloyd will be beyond pissed if the King chooses to abandon Zelos and the others to their fate that way.

They realize they didn't get away clean when an Ashrak injures the Tok'ra - Jeren and... I admit I don't have a name for his host in mind yet. They're too badly injured. Jeren could survive in a new host, but it's too late for his current one. Mekel refuses to become a Tok'ra host. If there were a way for him to be free of his symbiote without dying, he'd take it in a heartbeat... except for this. Which Jeren assures Mekel that he understands.

Zelos volunteers. He's come to trust Jeren and he knows the information Jeren seeks to take to the Tok'ra is important. It's just temporary, after all. Until a new host can be found, anyway.

As Zelos suspected, being bonded with Jeren revives his old exsphere/angelus crystal granted powers. He can't bring out his wings, but he's able to call on Judgement and some of his other high-level spells. And when the Ashrak strikes again, the three of them are able to kill the Goa'uld assassin this time.

But even with Zelos' healing powers restored, he never had Raine's gift for Resurrection and so Jeren's previous host is too far gone even for Zelos to heal even now. At least with the Ashrak dead, the man is avenged and they're able to safely seek out the current Tok'ra safe house by contacting another Tok'ra spy who knows where to send them.

The Tok'ra are fascinated by Zelos' powers but also relieved its not something they can replicate. Because if they can't, the Goa'uld can't either. And unfortunately the Tok'ra don't have a way to send Zelos home yet because they don't have the address to his world either.

When a new guy volunteers to become Jeren's host, Zelos decides he likes the partnership and stays Jeren's host after all. Mekel offers his services to the Tok'ra specifically to protect Zelos and Jeren. If the Goa'uld became aware of Zelos' powers, they'd seek to capture him and remove Jeren in order to take his body for themselves.

A few years later, Egeria is discovered and Zelos is brought in to try and use his unusual powers to heal her. He's met SG-1 once or twice before and Mekel and Teal'c have a mutual respect for each other going on. Zelos does manage to heal Egeria enough to stabilize her for travel, but she needs the care of her people going forward - she needs a host. But doing so meant revealing his abilities to SG-1.

Egeria fixes the flaws in Tretonin and Mekel jumps at the chance to try it. And after talking things over with SG-1, Zelos and Jeren tell Mekel they want to request they be assigned as a sort of permanent liaison to the SGC. Mekel likes this idea so they go through with it. Jacob and Selmak think it'll be a great fit.

Admittedly my ideas for this verse skip around a bit. Zelos, Jeren, and Mekel verses an Ori Prior would be very interesting to see happen. At some point they'd make contact with Aselia and Zelos is able to see his sister and friends again. Also... Lloyd and Colette kicking Ori ass with their angel powers, as some of the few still utilizing angelus crystals, would be a great deal of fun.

#stargate sg-1 #tales of symphonia #fanfiction #fic ideas #xover fanfic #zelos wilder #original characters

[vicmillen]

Cannot get this ridiculous man out of my mind, so have some Time's background for the thing I'm writing.

This version of Time have the scar over right eye and blank white eye underneath, but no visible marks of FD, normally. He also got streaks of white in his hair, mostly on the right side, which earned him the nickname old man despite not being that much older than some of the other Links.

Some other tidbits about him:

Have the magical equivalent of DID, Time being the main. Other three alters include the kid, the teen, and Seles. (Need names for the kid and teen)

Knighted for his service to the Kingdom. Got all the bells and whistles that comes with too, including a plot of land at the outskirts of New Castleton along with the old residence on it. Though he never really bothered doing much with his nobleman status except moved to live in the old mansion a few years ago.

Really messed up childhood, but that's just a given I guess. The Kokiri is sort of a bitter sweet topic for him.

Still holds his Messenger position in the Hylian Special Service, although he's considering ending his sabbatical and just start his retirement early.

#tales from parkway residence

[igrpdc]

Week 3 results are in!

Thank you to everyone who read, voted, and commented on the drabbles! We had 14 votes this week.

This week, our top three authors were:

1. @seleswrites (seles)

2. @strangegeology (anticline)

3. @iamanonniemouse

Congratulations! Author names have been added to the original drabble post, and any comments are being emailed to authors anonymously. Authors, if you want to know your ranking, let us know in a reply to that email!

Authors are encouraged to add their drabbles to the IGRPDC AO3 collection if they post on AO3!

As well, use the IGRPDC Overflow AO3 collection for any extra drabbles related to this competition! This could include any extra drabbles from the participants, or drabbles from anyone writing alongside the competition!

The next set of prompts will be posted at Friday, March 31 at 2 AM EDT (click here for your time zone!).

#inception #igrpdc #igrpdc 2023 #2023 week 3 #results

[tyaudahlah]

Untuk menutup 2023, gue mau rambling ga jelas.

Gue belum nulis year reflection, tapi gue juga belum cuci piring. Di rumah, gue cuma berdua sama ibu yang lagi nyicil kerjaan sambil nonton tiktok, dan para anabul yang lagi bersih2 badan mau bobo. Ayah pergi ke rumah temennya. Adek gue di Jogja tahun baruan sendirian katanya, temen2nya pada pulang.

Hmmm apakah gue ga usah tidur buat nulis year reflection? Gue juga belum nentuin goals buat tahun depan, nih. Eh tapi ntar badan gue sakit2. Dahlah, keknya besok aja.

Oh iya, gue udah baca jurnal gue satu tahun ini. Gue nulis full english, dan setelah dievaluasi, di tahun depan, sepertinya gue akan selang-seling eng-indo tiap satu bulan. Rencana sementara gitu dulu. Gue ga mau full ngelepas eng, karena gue notice writing skill gue ada improvementnya. Tapi yang jadi beban tuh entah kenapa masih takut salah dan bingung sama grammar, dan ini yang bikin kadang suka sengaja skip, karena udah kecapean mau mikir in english.

[darksidescorner]

idk why those vocoloid songs on project sekai sung by miku herself where it sounds like the end of some long emotional story just hit different. Like the main inspiration for writing my fic is Hidamari No Setsuna and Melt ESPECIALLY when I’m brainstorming the specific angst and lore and stuff

Dude. Melt is so well charted in PD

Both Ex and ExEx

Now, I have some song recs for you:

- Kimi No Taion (Your Heat)

- When Love First Ends (made by the same person who made Melt!)

- Honestly any Wowaka. RIP King, you profoundly changed my life. If I had to pick a song in particular, Unknown Mother Goose hits hard.

- On a more rock and roll note: Wanting To Die in My Teens, Wanting to Kill in My Twenties by Nashimoto Ui (ALSO INDOOR STALKER LOVE POP BY THEM)

- On a metal note, An Alien's "I Love You" by Utsu-P (shit made me BAWL)

- Killer Spider by Pinocchio P

- SAKURA TATTOO BY PINOCCHIO P. This song is a song of surviving a rough time of your life. Also made me bawl)

- not Miku but Elsa Maria by Sele-P and it's sister song, Ellie. (ASK ME ABOUT SELE-P I DARE YOU. YOU WILL COME OUT WITH A MILE LONG REC LIST. THEY ARE NOT POPULAR, WHEN THEY SHOULD BE)

- Patchwork Saccato by Toa

- not miku but Abstract Nonsense by Neru. There's this cover by Rishie P who uses Miku. Rishie tunes like a god.

- the Bad ♾️ End ♾️ Night series, especially Crazy Night. It's about a fairytale play and time loop. Everlasting Night and Crazy Night are mt two favorites. Also listen to Vampire's Pathos by the same people.

I absolutely have more but I'll stop there.