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#so imma try and write a few more parts but my outline is a bit blurred because im still trying to decide who i want the main villain to be
greatunironic · 4 months
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20 questions for fic writers
approximately twenty years late for these twenty questions, but i'm here now so that counts rights? thank you to @aidaronan for the tag!
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 40
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 711,322
3. What fandoms do you write for? currently stranger things, but i've got star wars (prequels + rebels) w.i.p.s in the google docs that i'd still love to see the light of day
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? steddie overtook my oldest fics, so most remarkable thing is my number one, with two other fics in the same universe behind it (frozen with joy and the world throws its light), followed by all the missing girls and brutalist masterpieces
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i try to respond to all of them because i'm trying to be more outgoing in fandom spaces; i also feel very humbled + touched by the response to my steddie stories so i try to stay engaged there when i can
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i don't think anything is particularly angsty from stranger things -- i try to lean into optimism and hopeful endings when i can, even if something tragic happens with the story; so i would have to say the untitled companion kallus au out of rebels fandom, since part two ends on a bit of a downer.
(though various stories out of the eating in the underworld series probably qualify, especially when you're reading them chronologically...)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i like to think the whole of most remarkable thing, and other b-sides and rarities as the happiest, i would say? mainly because the idea of steve + eddie, alive in 2023 and thriving with their family, careers, and marriage is very dear to me.
8. Do you get hate on fics? not really
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes; allow me to be pretentious and say that it's typically serving a plot purpose, and often tender, sometimes silly, sometimes spicy
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? i like a good fusion, mainly; i think the only crossover i've written + published is an ancient avengers and battlestar galactica fic
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! remarkable has french + spanish translations, and crozen with joy also has a french translation
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no; i'm a solitary creature by nature, and also anxious to a fault so i've never felt it was something i'd be able to do + do right by my co-author.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? i love steddie but i gotta be honest here on tumblr dot com: kalluzeb
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i pray every day that i'll finish all my wips; but my greatest fear is that i'll never conclude the star wars f+f au, even though the google doc is halfway written
16. What are your writing strengths? once again imma be a little pretentious and say crafting the story itself; i think i'm a really solid plotter + have good outlines that allow me to tell the story i want to tell
17. What are your writing weaknesses? probably being too wordy, and having a hard time trimming + cutting things; i have a whole google doc devoted to passages i've loved that i've excised from stories but just couldn't get rid of entirely -- i'm definitely a director's cut bitch
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i've encorporated mando'a into a handful of star wars stories, and used a few russian terms of endearment for at me too someone is looking (rebels) -- so i think if it serves a purpose to the story, you gotta do it.
19. First fandom you wrote for? star trek, i think?? maybe stargate: sg1??
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? i love all of my children equally but differently, but gun to my head? dogfish or the other hand knocking, because both were so interesting + challenging to write in very different ways
not tagging anyone because i'm so late to the game, but if you wanna play just say i called your name!!
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stanknotstark · 3 years
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I’m dropping Astal pt.8 at 5:30 Central time yall (1hr 14min from now) (yes i said yall im texan im sorry XD)
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palbabor-writes · 3 years
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Hellooo queen I hope you had/will have a great day. This is actually my first time requesting something so I’m very sorry if I do something wrong 🥺🥺... can you maybe write some fluff (OR NSFW I DONT MIND... just love him way too much damn) stuff for dabi?? I don't know if you only take requests with exact instructions or if this request is enough... if you need something more precise i will try to come up with something! Thank you very much!!
Hello, love! You did it perfectly & thank you so much for asking! I can be a bit of a lurker on things, so I totally get how much courage it takes to do one of these.
You did amazing & I love, love this question. I love it so much that I went ahead and took an old outline of mine & made it into a full blown fic for you!
Now, in honor of all the craziness swirling around our favorite flame user, Imma post it a little earlier then I’d planned! So, thank you for the ask & I hope to talk to you again ( ^◡^)っ ♡
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Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 7496
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+ only, mentions of blood and gore, heat play, dick piercings, adult language and freaking Dabi. That alone should warn you.
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Thermós θερμός   ther·​mos adjective m (feminine θερμή, neuter θερμόν); warm, hot, boiling, glowing
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It’s sweltering; the fervor of summer sticky, humid, and oppressive. Japan is in the throes of August, and this heatwave is not letting up. Even at night, it’s impossible for Dabi to get comfortable. He’s been lying, half naked, draped across his narrow twin mattress for the last few hours, sweating. 
His quirk isn’t helping matters.
He’s been trying to recruit new members. Every day, he sets out, pounding the pavement, sifting through the bits and pieces of trash that he runs into. It’s a pity. If those scrubs weren’t so fucking pathetic, he might not be in this predicament. But they are, and now he’s having to suffer the consequences of his temper. 
His phone gleams on his dilapidated side table, a text message chiming across the screen as it flashes a speck of brightness into the darkened room. Groaning, he leans over and snatches it up, his hands slick as he clutches the encased plastic. 
It’s Toga. 
As a rule, he tries to avoid her. He hates her chatter. It’s always some unending nonsense about those UA kids, about Stain, or about fucking blood. It’s always blood with her. Give her five minutes, and she’ll work it into her conversation somehow, even if it’s just blurting it out, a blush staining her cheeks. 
Fucking freak.
[ Blondie: 12:34 am ]
- found smth 4 u. (Y/N) has a place. Keeps it @ like 60 degrees… lol
Well, disgusting as Toga is, she has her uses; he thinks as he reads her text. 
He’d asked her, a few days before, if she knew a place where he could crash. Somewhere that had some goddamn air conditioning. The hideout’s unit is on the fritz again, not that it had ever worked all that well. 
Hmm, well this is something, at least. 
Dabi’s isn’t sure what to think about Toga’s little ‘find’. You were a newer recruit, someone that Compress had brought in. 
He hadn’t paid much attention to you. You didn’t stay at the base and were only around if there was a specific mission, or a task, that Shigaraki set for you. He isn’t even sure what your quirk is. You seemed easy-going, neutral, but he doubted you’d extend that easy-going demeanor to him camping out at your place for the A/C. 
Chucking his phone back on the side table, Dabi flops to his side and tries to drift off, hoping his exhaustion will let him ignore the suffocating heat he’s drowning in.
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 Fuck. 
He’d done it again. It was hard to resist the urge when these people spouted such vague fucking bullshit at him. No one, not fucking one of them, could live up to his cause. And if they couldn’t meet that standard? Well, they were better off as ash, melting into blackened pools as the asphalt greedily soaked their blood into its cracked depths. 
There is a heat advisory today. 
He’d heard the news as he scarfed down a quick breakfast at the hideout’s bar. He wouldn’t be out for that long, he reasoned. Besides, maybe today he’d find someone good. 
Wishful thinking on his part. 
His skin feels oppressive and his staples and piercings are scalding, the metal hissing and steaming as he tries to dampen his quirk. It’s harder to regulate his temperature on hot days. He shouldn’t be out here, he thinks, snarling as he pats out a few rogue flames that catch on his dark jacket. Even lifting his arm to perform that simple task makes him grunt, hissing out a mantra of curses.
Shit, fuck, goddamn it fucking all. 
He looks bitterly up at the sun and debates his next move. 
He could retreat to the bar, but that doesn’t solve his problem. No, the viscous heat that radiated along those upper floors would just make his skin feel worse. Hell, it might even result in more mottling, his burns stretching farther along his arms and chest. He’s not going back to the bar.
Where the fuck even is he?
He peers down the alley toward the street. It’s not too busy; just after noon, so most of the foot traffic from the morning has died down. He yanks his hood up, ignoring the ache of his legs as he stalks toward the street corner. 
Carefully, he pokes out, his eyes tracing over the crosswalk, looking for the street signs. Ah. He’s close to that address, your address, that Toga sent him. 
Slipping his hands into his pockets, he saunters along the pavement, careful to keep his head down. 
You were out of town. 
He’d picked up that tidbit from Compress this morning. The masked man had been lamenting that you might be away for a few days, possibly weeks. Something about being on a fact finding task for that shadowy voice that talked with Shigaraki from his tv. 
He didn’t care, still doesn’t. All he knows is that you supposedly keep your place cold, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.
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You’ve got a nice apartment. 
It’s decorated in pleasing whites, yellows, reds and greens, with clean lines and modern touches. It’s kinda like you, he considers as he shrugs his coat off and breathes in that amazing waft of cold A/C. You’ve been useful to have in the League; efficient and no nonsense about the missions you're given and you can fit in with the outside world. You’d give even Toga a run for her money when it comes to espionage, he’s heard others say about you. 
Dabi tosses a distasteful glare at your narrow couch and pads toward your bedroom, shouldering the door open and stepping into the dark sanctuary.
Your bed looks nice. It’s a good size too. 
Lifting his boots from his feet and stripping down to his boxers, he presses into your clean sheets; shivering as the chilly air hits his overheated skin, cooling and dampening that oppressive sense of heat. He’s out in seconds, his body relaxing, slackening as he falls into the void of his dreams.
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Yeah, now that he’s had this, there’s no way he’s staying at that hideout of the League’s unless he has to. 
You’re gone for the better part of a week. 
He’s started asking Compress about you. At first, the older man had given him an impassive stare. Since when did Dabi even know your name? 
He’s asking because he needs to talk with you about… uh… supplies? 
This, apparently, is the correct thing to say, because Compress nods his head sagely and elaborates on your timetable. You’re collecting things for Kurogiri and you’ll be gone for another few days. 
Good, Dabi thinks, slinking into your apartment again, lowering the window behind him. He’s careful to leave things as he found them, his entryway into your place included. You don’t need to know about this.
What the fuck would he even say to you? 
Hey, uh, it’s fucking hot at the hideout, and since you’ve got a working A/C unit and like 3 fans, he’s been sleeping over at yours. No big deal, right?
Even after you return, he keeps sneaking in. 
He’s gotten your schedule memorized, and he’s heedful of the hours you keep. You’re a little more regular than the others in the League. You actually sleep at night; unlike the rest. The others are often out at God knows what hour, combing for recruits and leads, but not you.
So, Dabi shifts into full night owl mode. He crashes at your place in the midmorning, after you leave for the day, trying to ignore the perfume that comes from your sheets. 
You’ve got a nice smell. 
It’s oddly comforting, and he hates when he accidentally burrows into your pillows; nostrils flared, inhaling that aroma that’s all you. While he’s never talked with you before this, he goes out of his way to ignore you now. 
What he’s doing is fucking weird, and lines are blurring. The other week he’d bumped into you coming out of the bar and he’d almost snatched you to him. 
You must have just showered, because that fucking scent was radiating off your skin. It’s nothing too, eh, feminine? No, it’s more like… oranges and sandalwood. It’s a heady blend of rich balsamic and citrus, and he can’t get it out of his head.
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August has faded into September, and he’s still sleeping over at yours. 
He can’t help it. It’s not his fault your bed is so downy and, fuck, cool. It’s like the sheets don’t absorb his warmth. No, they’re always cold and they feel so fucking good against his staples and burned skin. 
It’s midmorning, closer to noon, and he’s dozing, his eyes heavy and drooping. He’s exhausted, so bone tired, that he doesn’t hear your door opening. No, he doesn’t even notice you until he hears your voice.
“Um, would you like to tell me why you’re in my bed?”
He’s on his feet in a flash, a slow flicking of blue flames tracing along his fingers. You’re framed in your doorway, eyes wide, stepping away from his aggressive stance. 
“Woah, woah,” you begin, lifting your hands in supplication. “Let’s just… take a minute and talk. I’m not-”
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he snaps, his cerulean eyes narrowing, but he dampens his fire, a long curling of smoke framing his face. 
“Uh, I think you got that backward there, bud. You’re not supposed to be here, I live here,” you scoff, one hand propping on your hip, head tilted exaggeratedly. 
Dabi is about to spit something else out when you stride into your bedroom, tugging your jacket off and sauntering over to a tall dresser. He snaps his mouth closed and watches you. He’s not sure how he’s going to talk his way out of this, and he’s grateful for the reprieve. But, he knows an onslaught of anger or, fuck, preserve him, a lecture is incoming. Worst case, he thinks, observing you from his peripheral as you tug out a long shirt and some shorts, you’ll just kick him out and that will be that. 
You glance at him again, your eyes lingering over his exposed chest and legs, and he can’t help the scowl that breaks over his face. He’s not embarrassed, he’s just, well, he’s not sure how to classify that stare. Most people recoil or toss him a glance of pity, their brows wrinkled with worry and distaste. But you? You arched an eyebrow and smiled.
Fucking weirdo. 
Pausing in your doorway, you bite your lip into your mouth and carefully speak your next statement, voice smooth. “Look, while I’d rather you, oh, I don’t know, asked me about staying here. I’m not in the mood to argue with you, and I’ve got a long journey ahead of me tonight.” You take a deep inhale and toss him another smile. 
“Just… just lay back down and get some rest. I promise I won’t molest you,” you tease, and he snaps his head up at that, his chin jutting in agitation. 
You laugh at his sour face and he feels wrong-footed; lost. What the fuck? Who says shit like that? Who is in their right mind is just, oh, no worries man, promise I won’t grab your dick?
What’s wrong with you?
“I’m going to change and then I’m going to go to sleep. You can go, or you can stay, I really don’t care. All I know is that I’m not going to sleep on the couch when I’m in my apartment.” You retort, that grin still lifting your lips as you step away, the wall shielding you from his view. 
Dabi remains where he is; standing in your bedroom, clad in his boxers, his hands clenched into fists by his side. Somehow this is worse than you throwing him out.
You return a few minutes later and he can’t get a good look at you. You slink past him and are under your covers in an instant. Not that he’s trying to give you a once over, he snarls to himself, shaking his inky head. 
You nestle into the comforter and turn to your side, leaving him plenty of room on the opposite end of the bed. He blinks at you, a deep welling of uncertainty nestling in his stomach. 
You’re quiet for a long moment, your eyes closing and shoulders relaxing, acting like there’s not a wanted, deadly villain in your bedroom, paces from your side. Then, you twist, giving him a quick scan, your eyes lingering over his. 
“Either lay down or get out, Dabi. I’m not going to be able to sleep with you glaring at me like that. You look like some kinda ghost.”
Your declaration provokes a huffing, agitated reaction out of him. If there’s one thing Dabi hates, it’s being told what to do. 
He slings himself beside you, splaying out, his body laying on top of the sheets. You chuckle, your head peeking at him over your shoulder. He ignores you and tries to close his eyes. 
It feels strange, resting next to you like this. It’s… intimate, and he’s not sure if he hates or likes the sensation. He chances a glance at you, but you’ve already turned back to your side, your shoulders rising and lowering rhythmically. He shakes his head at your blasé reaction. How can you just, fuck, sleep? 
He can’t get comfortable and his skin feels heavy again. It’s not heat this time. No, now something else is making everything feel too close, too warm. 
He dampens his thoughts, mind frantically focusing on anything but you. As the sun slips behind the buildings across the street, his eyes lower and he fitfully sleeps, your rich smell filling his senses.
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He’d left you in the night; tucking his clothes back on and easing out of your window. 
True to your word, you’d relegated yourself to your side of the bed, hardly tossing or turning as you slept. As he paced back to the hideout, he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into. He just hoped you’d keep your mouth shut. He didn’t want the others knowing about this, it felt, well it’s not like him. Abrasive- fucking spewing anger and vitriol? Yeah, that was him. But this? This was too soft, too gentle. He hated it.
But that’s the problem with hate. It’s terribly close to that other emotion. They’re sisters, really. Usually love and hate exist on two sides, but they’re still the same coin, no matter how you toss them. 
You don’t act any differently after that night.
You keep coming to the hideout, giving him a vague smile and greeting before continuing your day. He’s acting differently, though. He can’t help but watch you, suddenly fascinated with how you move. He tries his best to shake himself from his musings, but sometimes he can’t help it. 
If anything, he grumbles to himself, watching you chatter with Toga, you’re subtly going out of your way to place yourself in front of him. You were never around this much before. Well, maybe you were. He didn’t pay you any mind back then, but now? Now he can’t get enough of you. 
He reacts when you laugh, or talk, his head turning, like a sunflower, toward the light you give off. Ugh. His only hopeful reprieve from this, from you, is the changing seasons. The days are getting shorter and that heatwave is finally, finally breaking. 
It’s his one comfort, his saving grace.
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Yeah, he should have fucking never tossed that wish into the universe.
No, another heatwave passes over the island and it’s the worst one yet. The daily temperatures have been hitting the low 100s and the nights aren’t much better. To make matters worse, the A/C at the hideout has given up the ghost and won’t turn on at all now. 
Still, Dabi’s prepared. He’d bought a secondhand electric fan a few weeks ago, and he’s grateful for the tiny slice of paradise that it grants him. It’s not as nice as your apartment, or your bed, but it will do.
He’s laying across his mattress, sweat trickling down his back and shoulders, trying to ignore that ache in his burned skin. The fan is blowing across him and he’s about to crank it up a notch when it gives out an ominous sputter. 
Dabi sits up, his eyes flashing. No, no, no, no. There’s no fucking way.
The fan’s blades are slowing, that sweet, cool air dampening, drifting into the low-lying humidity that surrounds him. He yanks the plug from the wall, his staples stinging as he stands. He stomps over to the outlet and plugs the fan back in, turning on his haunches to see if the blades will start that familiar whirl. 
There’s fuck all happening. 
Cursing, he kicks the shitty thing over and grabs his jacket, storming down the stairs and into the night.
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You’re sleeping when he slinks under your window sill, sliding the glass shut and kicking his heavy boots to the floor. It’s that sound that wakes you, and you lift yourself up, your sheets falling from your chest, revealing a bare shoulder and low cut shirt to him. Unabashed by your appearance, you wipe a palm over your eyes, rubbing the sleep away and croaking out a greeting. 
“When I said you could sleep over here, I didn’t mean you could barge in at all hours. And through my window? So, that’s why the hinge looks like that.” 
Dabi considers you for a moment, his blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. You tilt your head at him and suck your teeth. 
“A, oh, I don’t know, sorry, would be nice?” you scold, that alluring smile lifting your lips. He follows the line of your mouth, his thoughts hazing over, focusing on some other, darker, daydream.
“Hello?” you call, waving your hand beside your face. “Earth to Dabi. What do you want?”
That question slips him out of his stupor and he lifts his eyes back to yours. “The A/C is out. Bought a fan a few weeks ago, but the fucking thing broke and I can’t… it’s hard to regulate my body temperature in this fucking heat. You keep this place like an icebox, so I started crashing here. Wasn’t planning on coming back, but after tonight-”
“Ok, ok,” you laugh, already scooting over and flinging the covers back. “Seeing as you didn’t try any funny business last time, I guess I’ll let it slide. Just, not to be rude, but shut up and let me sleep. I’ve gotta long day tomorrow and as enthralling as this conversation is…”
“Whatever,” Dabi mutters, slinging his damp shirt over his head and pacing over to the side of your bed. You blink up at him and shake your head, that tiny grin lingering. He presses into your familiar sheets, eyes already slipping closed as the fragrance of you pulls at him.
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It’s early when he wakes, shuddering out of a nightmare, red flames and crying voices fading into the back of his mind. 
Wincing, he raises a hand to his eyes and pulls at his face, relieved that it’s still cool air that meets him. As he rolls to his side, he feels something trace over his unscarred chest. The sensation makes him freeze, his eyes snapping open again, the cerulean searching, whisking over the dim figure beside him. 
You’re still sleeping, but you’ve shifted, your body curled, facing him, and one of your hands is reaching toward him. Shit, he thinks, heart pounding in his ears. You’re so close. 
He’s never been this close to you. 
Your mouth is parted, delicate lips plush and soft in the early morning gloom. He tries to shift away, but your brow creases when he does, so he stills his movements, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore that flush that is building across his nose.
This is stupid. It’s just you. It’s not like the two of you have even done anything. Fuck, you barely talk with one another. 
He burrows his head into his pillow and the shift of his body urges you closer to him, your hand opening and pressing to his skin. A sigh slips from your mouth as your fingers splay out, tapping against his warmth, and he nearly startles off the bed.
He looks down at your hand, aghast. He wants to move it off of him; can’t stand that you’re touching him, he tells himself, that you’re this close to him. But he can’t bring himself to move. Your hand is so delicate, so…
Unconscious, you turn from him, your fingers lifting on their own, curling back to you. Dabi almost moans as you slip from him, clamping down on the sudden, primal desire that races through him. He wants to grab you; to drag you back to him. 
The hell? What the fuck is wrong with him?
Sucking his teeth, he turns over, facing away from the confusing neediness that’s lapping at his subconscious. He fluffs his pillow aggressively, trying to drown out all the raw emotions that are racing through his mind.
Forget it. Sleep.
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 When he wakes again, you’re gone. 
The sheets where you slept are cold under his fingertips and he sits up, his arms resting on his knees. This whole situation is so fucking weird.
He lets himself ease into consciousness before standing and stretching out the leftover kinks in his muscles; stooping to grab his discarded shirt, pulling the fabric over his head and shaking his dark head against the sunlight. Just as he’s slipping his coat on, he notices the note that’s sitting on one of your bedroom chairs. It’s got his name on it, so he snatches it up, flipping open the folded paper. 
“There’s some leftover pizza in the fridge, I won’t have time to eat it. Help yourself. There’s also a spare key on the coffee table. Take it and stop jimmying my window open.” 
Scoffing, he crumples the paper up, tossing it over his shoulder as he paces into your kitchen.
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It’s a fucking thing now. 
He’s rarely at the hideout. Why bother? You don’t seem to care if he sleeps over. Hell, you make space for him. There’s gotta be something else to it; there has to be. What kinda idiot is so fucking accommodating? You act like you’re a fucking hostel or something. Well, a hostel where there’s only one bed. 
You even bought another fan. You told him you don’t like to keep the overhead one on in the cooler weather, so he can use this one for his side of the bed.
Yeah, he’s got a goddamn side of the bed. It’s fucking insane.
The other members of the League either haven’t noticed what’s going on between the two of you, or they don’t care. It’s not like either of you talk about your sleeping habits. Fuck, you still never interact with him at the hideout, content to maintain that level of professionalism.
He’s not sure why it bothers him. 
One night, the temperature drops into the low 40s and he’s stretched out on your blankets, enjoying the first real cold snap of the fall, when he sees you shivering. It’s not very noticeable, what with the way you’re turned away and bundled, but it makes him tilt his head toward you, watching. 
Another pass of his fan has you repeating the quake and, without thinking, he pulls you closer, one long arm wrapping around your shoulder and tugging. Startled, you fight his hold, but he calms your movements with a squeeze, grumbling about your stoic reluctance. 
What’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against him before. Calm down. 
You quiet after that and slowly, tentatively, you lean against his bare chest, your cheek cool against his heated skin. He tucks his chin over your head and tries to keep his breathing even. He doesn’t want you to hear, fuck, feel his heartbeat; it’s slamming its way out of his throat and he gulps when your fingers pull him closer. 
“How are you so warm?” you ask, your breath floating across his pectorals. 
“It’s my stupid quirk,” Dabi mutters, dipping his head down to his pillow, shifting you with him. You nod against his lean muscles and your fingertips trace cool designs into his skin, lingering over his burnt patches and staples. He sighs, unable to resist the low shiver that creeps up his spine. 
This is nice; too fucking nice.
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He can’t do without your touch now.
Remember that thing about love and hate being sisters? Well, that hate is simmering into something else for Dabi. It’s not love, he doesn’t know you well enough, but it’s certainly not hate anymore.
He likes touching you. You’re smooth against his jagged skin and he enjoys the contrast. He’s slow when he pulls you against him, careful to not snag you against his staples, but you seem to like his heat. You’ve even started wearing less to bed, slipping out of that baggy shirt and into a thin tank top; he’s pleased that he has more of you to caress. 
It’s getting harder to keep you out of his head. He can smell your perfume, even if he hasn’t seen you for days, and each time he does see you, even at the hideout, his fingers itch to press against you. 
You’d laughed at his sudden, intense, interest. The hell Dabi, are you touch starved or something? You’d teased. What’s up with you? I was worried about you burning down my apartment, not you turning into some kind of cuddle fiend.
He doesn’t care what you say. He knows it’s fucking stupid, fucking dumb, that he’s this desperate. It just feels good. And there’s not much about him that feels good these days, so he’ll take what he can get. Fuck you very much.
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There’s a meeting. It’s one of the ones where Shigaraki demands that everyone make their way to the bar. 
Boss man has been tense lately, thrumming with some dark energy, so the room is quiet as Kurogiri elaborates on the smaller details of the mission. Your part is minimal, limited to reconnaissance with Toga. It’s boring shit, and Dabi is only half listening to any of it.  
Besides, there’s something else that’s snagging his attention. 
Dabi is sitting on the couch, his eyes lingering on you. You’re wearing one of his favorite outfits and the color looks good on you. It brings out your eyes. You’re questioning Spinner and Toga about the finer points of your team up. He can’t hear you from here, but that doesn’t matter, he’s still in the best spot to spy you leaning forward, perfect ass on full display. 
“She’s gotten better, more adept at working undercover,” Compress’ voice shakes Dabi from his thoughts and he turns to him, a bland frown on his face.
“Who?”
“Please, you know who I’m talking about. You can’t stop looking at her.” 
He chortles, his laugh a sharp bark. “You’re fucking joking. Her? Fuck, no. I’m gonna head out, not like the boss has anything for me anyway,” Dabi stands, slipping his hands into his trench coat and pacing to the heavy door, shouldering his way into the night. 
He leans against the brick wall, lighting up a cigarette and sighing a thin line of smoke into the chilled air. Fuck, they’re noticing what’s going on. Wait. What is going on? It’s not like the two of you are fucking. Yet, a small voice echoes in the back of his mind, and he smirks at that thought. 
Yeah, maybe it’s time to speed things up.
You step out a few minutes later, your eyes searching for him. He flicks his cigarette onto the pavement and wraps his fingers in your coat, tugging you to him. You don’t fight him; don’t make a sound as he pins you against the brick, his body hot against your front. 
The two of you watch the other, his cerulean eyes roving over your face. Then he’s lifting your chin, his lips sliding across yours. It’s a strange kiss. Usually, he’s too busy trying to get off to focus on his partner. He rarely kisses anyone, even if he’s hooking up. But this kiss? 
Like everything else about you, it’s fucking nice. 
You move with him, your body surging from the brick, breasts flattening against his chest, fingers cupping behind his ears; nipping and sucking at him, your teeth digging into his burned lower lip and pulling. You’re encouraging him to touch you next, rubbing yourself on him until his hands fall to your hips. He’s already half hard, and that warm juncture of your thighs isn’t helping matters.
To his shock, he’s having trouble keeping up. 
You’re already pulling from him when he dips his tongue into your mouth. He gasps at the emptiness, that chilling vacancy that your touch leaves him panting into. Before he can bemoan your absence, you’re kissing at his neck, lifting on your tiptoes to reach the staples on the side of his face. You lick at him, your wet tongue dragging over his burns. He trembles under your hands and you smile, your laugh bright. 
Snarling, Dabi yanks your head back and you meet his hazy gaze, biting your lip; pantomiming a wonton innocence. Immediately, he’s pushing you into the brick, his hands cupping and lingering until you’re whining for him. That’s fucking better, he thinks, his teeth worrying against your pulse. 
Just when he’s got you where he wants you, your hand snakes between the two of you, pressing against the bulge of his dick. Dabi can’t help his sharp intake of air, and his head falls to your shoulder as he ruts into your palm. You keep kissing at the side of his face, your lips roving over his ear as you tug at his covered dick. You’re saying something, but he can’t focus when you’re doing that.
“Dabi,” you try again, teeth ensnaring his destroyed earlobe, sucking at the burnt skin. “They’re about to come out.” 
He knocks your hand away from his straining, throbbing length and leans away from you. Fuck, you look good. 
Your lips are swollen, and your eyes are dazzling. He can’t pull himself away. You smile at his dazed expression and lift a hand to his cheek, your palm cool against his overheated skin.
The door shudders open and the two of you spring apart. A few minutes later Toga is grabbing at your arm and pulling you down the street, away from him.
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He’s waiting outside your apartment, another cigarette smoldering to ash under his lips. But he can’t bring himself to go in. 
Not without you. 
Toga’s kept you busy. It’s been over an hour since that kiss in the alleyway. He’s cooled off since then, but that simmering heat that you elicited from him? That hasn’t dimmed. He’s still half hard against his dark pants and he can’t bring himself to care. Besides, Dabi has a very specific idea about how he’s going to have you lessen that pressure for him. 
He’s just about to light another cigarette when he sees you. 
You walk into your building, and he starts the long climb up the fire escape. His heart is pounding again. He hasn’t wanted something this badly in ages. He’s been so fucking focused on his cause, on making his plans a reality; he just hasn’t had the time. 
But now? Fuck, he wants there to be more hours in the day. He’s hoping the two of you can pick up where you left off. Yeah, he tells himself, scaling the last few steps, it’s just about the sex. 
That sounds better than saying what he really wants. 
You’re already slipping your oversized sleep shirt over your head when he lifts your window. You pause, watching him curl his way into your space. Once he pulls his legs inside he turns to you, his eyes dark, unfathomable, the blue so deep that you feel you’re drowning in it. 
He doesn’t shut the window. Instead, he yanks his clothes off, clattering them against your floor. You smile and a gentle laugh makes its way to him. 
“What did I say about coming in through the window?” you chuckle, already lifting your arms for him. 
He’s against you in a single breath, his warmth seeping its way into your chilled skin. His lips are rough, pressing and lifting, biting and nipping. He’s working you toward your bed and once your knees hit the edge of your mattress, he’s shoving you down. 
You flop against the cold blankets, your legs already spreading for his hips. He’s hot, scaldingly hot, against your hands. Your fingers dip into his hair and you pull him back, earning a low growl and his flashing glare, displeasure written all over his face. 
“Slow down,” you scold, your legs wrapping around his hips, grinding against the hardness you find. 
“The fuck? You goddamn tease. Fucking saying that, then rubbing your wet pussy all over my dick,” Dabi snarls, snatching your wrists and pinning your hands beside your head.
“How do you know it’s wet?” you ask, batting your eyes at his steeled jaw. 
“It fucking better be,” he groans, his teeth sinking into your neck and pressing, hard. 
You gasp at the stimulation and arch for him, testing his hold on your wrists. Grunting, he licks a wet line to your pulse, his hands tightening over yours. “Mmm, why don’t you find out?” you ask, leaning into his lips, loving the contrast of his destroyed and perfect skin. 
He shifts his grip on you, yanking your arms up, pinning your hands above your head. He lifts one of his own hands away once he’s satisfied he’s got a good hold on you. His warm fingers trace down your side, pausing when he gets to the lacy band of your panties. Teasingly, he pulls fabric away from your skin, and lets it snap against your hip. Dabi tips his nose into the curve of your neck and shoulder, taking a deep drag against you. 
You buck your hips, squirming under his weight. “You get lost? My pussy is a little further down.” 
He chuckles darkly, his breath making you shiver. You’re just about to wriggle from him when one long finger eases past your panties and presses into your sopping heat. “Oh,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back. It feels like he’s heated his fingertip, and the skin that’s stroking and thrusting into you is warm, too warm. 
Dabi leans away from your neck, bracing himself above you with his knees, pulling himself into a hunched position. He’s smirking at your awed expression and his teeth glow in the darkness. 
“Like I said doll, you’re already so fucking wet for me. You want more?”
You nod and buck your hips, digging that finger deeper. He groans at your eagerness and you can feel him warming the next digit up, the tip burning against the soft flesh of your inner thighs. 
Once it’s in, he starts to v the two, dragging them along your rippling walls, spreading you open, easing you into his hand. Your slick is sliding down your legs and seeping into the sheets. Still, Dabi keeps on, maintaining that steady stretch. It starts to sting and you shift away, but he releases your wrists, free hand moves to your hip, stilling you. 
You glance up at him, curious. His eyes are hooded, the blue a velvety sapphire. He looks like he’s holding himself back from something. Almost like… like he’s handling you with more care than he’s ever given anything. It’s a strange thought, but the idea of it makes you reach for him, your fingers running down his discolored skin, lingering over the staples and piercings. 
“I’ve gotta stretch you out,” he informs you, his eyes closing behind his trembling eyelids, savoring your gentle caress. 
“Hmm, you that big?” you joke, fully expecting him to react, to silence you with a kiss or another well-timed thrust of his fingers. But he surprises you. He opens his eyes and fixes you with a rough stare, his digits continuing that aching pull. You’re throbbing around him, your arousal easing his passage, his extensions. 
“I don’t want to… hurt-” he stops, his eyes narrowing. With an inaudible sigh, he slides down your body, only halting once he’s face to face with your sleek cunt. His breath heaves against you and you wrap a leg over his back, holding him close. 
Dabi laves his tongue over you, latching onto your pulpy clit and giving it a soft suck. Your hands sink into his hair, curling into the spiky tendrils, urging him to give you more.  
He rewards your needy moans with another lick and he flicks his eyes up to yours, watching you over your shaking curves. 
“I’m going to add another finger,” he tells you, preparing you for another deep stretch. When he enters you almost pull from him, your hips bowing away at the pricking of pain. Sensing your distress, he keeps his lips around your pulsing clit, distracting you with kisses and low blows of air. 
Finally, you can feel yourself loosening. Your feet brace against your bed and you use the leverage to maneuver him deeper. You feel, you feel so…
Dabi, realizing that your cunt is quivering around his intruding digits, shifts closer, his piercings rubbing against your thighs. He’s sloppy now, less controlled. His tongue is circling your clit with furious laps and he lets a canine trace the bud. His fingers are still spreading and he’s found that spongy spot now. He taps against it, teasing you, making you clench and gasp around him. 
Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, when it seems like all the sensations are too, too, much; it snaps. The coiling in your core pulls free and you’re moaning, so loudly you’re worried your neighbors will hear. His name is falling from your lips at a rapid rate and you can feel his smirk as he lifts his fingers from your cunt. 
Dabi leans away and you shake at the loss of him. He was so warm, so hot against your damp skin and you miss it. He watches you, tucking his fingers into his mouth, lapping the final bits of your release from him. 
“Take off your clothes,” he demands when he’s finished, his hands already dropping to his tented boxers, slipping the elastic down his trim waist. 
You shift to obey, your hands yanking your shirt, bra and soaked panties off of you. You splay under him, indolently admiring the sight that is revealed to you. Oh, you think, unable to contain your small gasp, he is big. 
His cock is long, thick, and curved, and it’s dripping with pre-cum. There’s a crossed set of piercings at the tip of his length and you watch, mesmerized, as a shimmering strand of his arousal catches on the shiny silver, leeching down the smooth length of him. He’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and that thought makes you shiver with anticipation, and a small sliver of worry.  
Dabi grins wildly at your flushed face. “Like what you see?” 
You nod, and he laughs, fingers snatching your legs, tugging you toward him. You spread for him, so eager and fucking turned on you can’t think straight. His hand lowers to his cock, and he strokes himself as he rechecks your silken cunt, gathering some of the gossamer strands of your arousal on his fingers as he ensures that you’re ready to take him. 
“I’m not going to go slow,” he warns you, his eyes lifting from your folds. 
Gulping and biting your lip, you nod, a shaking exhale escaping your lungs. He shifts himself nearer and begins to press. He’s right, you think, wincing at the sting of his intrusion. He’d stretched you out, licked you until you were leaking all over the bed, but it hurts. 
It takes him a moment to bottom out. Once he does, he groans and gasps above you. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so damn tight.” 
You flop your head against your pillow and let out a long sigh. He’s holding still as you adjust, and, despite his warning, he’s being careful with you. It makes your chest squeeze. After a few more pained breaths, you can feel a low tingling radiating from your core. It’s like an itch. Experimentally, you cant your hips, your legs wrapping around his waist, cautious of the stapled skin across his lower back. 
Dabi mutters a soft curse and pulls back, his length sliding out of your drenched pussy. When he glides back in, you feel that same tingling sensation. Distantly, you realize it must be those piercings of his, but you’re too overwhelmed by the sensation to process it fully. 
“Hold on,” he groans, his hands bracing beside your head. You lace your arms around his bowed neck, and he starts to pounds into you. It’s a calculated motion, but- ah- he’s taking the extra second between his powerful pulls and thrusts to scrape his pelvis against your pulsating clit, stimulating you, ensuring that dim blaze pleasure within you keeps building. Whimpering, you arch your back, your ankles locking around him, encouraging him to keep going. You feel so good, so full, filled to the brim and practically begging him for more. 
Sloppily, his mismatched lips find yours and he nibbles and kisses at you. The sheer heat of him is making you both slick with sweat. You don’t mind the salty, dampened feeling, if anything, it eases his motions. 
You’re so wet now that he’s gliding easily into you; that piercing of his heating up, and the rapid fire thrusts he’s giving you create a smoldering inside you; like he’s catching you on fire from the inside out. 
His hips stutter and he lifts one hand from the bed, his thumb easily finding your clit. He presses a tight circle across you and you see spots. 
“Come on,” he groans, his voice hoarse, strained, “cum for me (Y/N). Fucking cum on my dick.” 
That desperation in his tone is all that it takes. 
Seconds later, you’re arching and shaking so much that he has to hold you still. He eases into you a final time, his frantic thrusts slowing, spacing out as he enjoys your rippling channel, and the fiery feeling of his own release almost hurtles you over the edge again. You curl against him, panting into his burnt ear, licking at the damaged skin.
Dabi leans heavily against you, one large hand pressing into your lower back, lifting you to him. Once he comes back to himself, he kisses at your shoulder, his warm breath making you shiver. He eases himself out of you and your legs clamp together, holding his cum inside you. It still feels so, so hot, and you’re not ready to let it drip out of you, not yet. 
He untangles himself from you and adjusts some of his staples, wincing against the sting of his marred and clean flesh. Realizing what he’s doing, you slip from the bed and pad into your bathroom. You clean yourself off and grab a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, dampening a clean cloth with the solution. 
“Here. It’s got some peroxide on it,” you tell him as you reenter the bedroom, tossing the rag his way. He catches it easily, dabbing it over himself, careful to not snag it on any of his loose skin. While he’s busy doing that, you snatch up his discarded white shirt and sling it over your head. He looks at you and scoffs. 
“What’s wrong with yours?” he asks, tossing the cloth onto the floor.
“Yours looked better,” you inform him, returning to his side and leaning close. He rolls his eyes at you and you shift into his open lap, straddling his hips. Grinning, you kiss at his neck again, sneaking a few groans from him. Sighing as you give him a particularly hard nip, he bats you off of him, tumbling you down to the sheets. 
“Give me a fucking minute,” he complains, shaking his head as you wrap around him, pulling him into your arms. Once he’s settled onto the bed you turn, pressing your back to his chest, relaxing into the familiar hold. He snorts, amused by your sudden change of mind. 
Dabi lowers his forehead to the back of your head, a small smile rising along his lips. Your breathing evens out and he listens to the sound, trying to memorize each little detail of you.
Yeah, this is it, he tells himself as he drifts off. The rest is just extra. Oh, it’s nice, to be sure, but this, this right here is what he really wants.
Notes: Soft, soft Dabi. I like him like this ꒰ ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱ ˖°  
Tags: @evesmores, @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx
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The Missing Guardian | Prologue: Act I Scene I | Mondstadt: The Outlander Who Caught The Wind
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A.N. okay! so first chapter of a new series im starting! its a series rewrite of the genshin impact plot. i had always wanted to do one of these, and with my comic obsession, if you read marvel/dc comics youll find some crossovers hints. hope yall enjoy as i finally start to write and get on some type of schedule. its also one in the morning so imma head to bed :)
Word Count. 1,633 words
Page Count. 4.8 pages
Synopsis. When you’ve finally found a home in a set of twins who travel across worlds, setting out to enjoy your time with them; learning everything you could while traveling from world to world. But this time was different, because this time, someone stood in your way from continuing forward, from going home. You watched as your family was torn from you once again, leaving you stuck in a world alone with only a guide, the memories of a life long left behind, and the hope of finding them once again.
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Prologue Act I: Scene I | Monstadt: The Outlander Who Caught The Wind
                So, what you're trying to say is that you fell here? From another world?
                But, when you wanted to leave and go back to your world... Your path was blocked by some unknown God?
        You could only nod at Paimons commentary, watching as she floated next to you, a small hand to her chin as she looked deep in thought. Looking forward to the vast openness of the ocean in front of you, memories flashing before your own eyes as the pain settled in your heart, the wind slowly picking up before the tears filled your eyes. It hurt to think back at what happened, to how you lost them, the two people to found you after being lost for so long.
        That carmine red outlining the dark abyss shaped like a star would haunt you as a woman walked out, snowy white hair and the bandages around her legs flowing around her as her voice seemed to break through your skull, demanding your attention while the twins next to you could only look up in confusion. The anger in those golden eyes was enough to make you take a step back, you've never met her- Hell, you've never seen or heard of anyone like her, so why did she come at you with such ferocity? Even her mere presence contrasted with the ivory, baby blues, and gold of your surroundings, the heavenly area around you tainted with this... Unknown God.
        "Outlanders, your journey ends here." She demanded, the portals behind her sharpening with the wave of her hand. Lumine took a step forward, her shock evident in the small gasp she let out before speaking, determination and confusion spilled across her features.
        "Who are you?"
        "The sustainer of heavenly principles." She responds quickly, bringing a hand up to her line of vision with a small red and black cube in her hand, twirling it causing the ground beneath you to tremble, Aether looking between you and his sister. Shaking your head, you bent your knees ready to jump, the engines in your heavy boots started up, as your mask appeared on your face once again with only a light touch to the earpiece.
        "The arrogation of mankind ends now." The ground lit up around you, red and irritated with magic you haven't seen before, your boots shooting you into the air as Aether and Lumine jumped- following your lead as they pulled their golden swords and allowed their wings to manifest, holding themselves in the air.
        It was barely a second, before you moved forward with the twins by your side, your hands moving to the Quads in their holsters and taking them out for another fight. You only thanked whatever Gods in your own world were listening, and that damn mentor of yours, before your mind went back to the battle at hand- requiring you to fly around and dodge the large amounts of glistening red and gold cubes that came in your way, blocking you from the target of the Unknown God.
        Before you knew it, the end of this battle came quickly, an explosion from the mere speed of you, Lumine, and Aether stopping right before the Unknown God to attack.
        And that second was all she needed to do what was needed. 
        Her gaze fell upon you, making you shiver in fear, before you flew back and blasted a beam of energy at her from your Quad, only for it to be absorbed by a cluster of cubes. Your voice came out robotic, echoed with the technology that covered your face, you eyes moving to see the cluster of cubes enveloping the twins that were once beside you. 
        "Aether! Lumine!" They only looked at you in horror, fading once the cubes covered them whole, returning to the Unknown God in a hollowed and golden version of her twisted and unique weapon. She watched the rotating cube with wide, uncaring eyes, giving you enough time to circle around her and attack once more- throwing the handheld mines from your belt onto her form, the beeping accelerating once it met her skin, and an explosion following quickly. 
        By the time the smoke cleared, and before your mask could scan and gain some sense of recognition, the cubes that protected the Unknown God attached themselves to your outstretched hand, closing in on you while maintaining the explosion you caused. Eventually, it all settled into one cube that contained your hand, before you followed the same fate as the twins.
        "Wait! Don't go! Give them back!" You managed to scream, desperation in your voice, as you watched another family be taken from you once again, your vision fading into darkness and your heart breaking once again.
                And just like that, the god took away my friends.
                Some kind of seal was put on my being, and the power I had was gone.
                And while I had the freedom to travel the universe, worlds, and entirely new realms.
                I was now trapped.
        "How many years ago was it? I don't know, Paimon. But, I've gotta. I have to." You answered Paimons question, still looking out to the sea in front of you, mask now hidden into the earpiece that decorated your left lobe. The leather of your jacket warmed you from the cool breeze of the sea, the bodysuit underneath regulated your body temperature in any environment, but you specifically used it when in space when you held the title of Guardian. But you couldn't afford to think about that now.
        Not when there's a chance of finding Aether and Lumine. 
        "After I woke up, I was alone- until I met you two months ago." You finished, looking over to your floating friend, who only turned as she spoke.
        "Yeah. Paimon really owes you for that. Otherwise Paimon likely would have drowned... So, Paimon will do her best to be a great guide!" She smiles, hands on her hips while looking up to you, seeing as she always chose to float around chest-level when around you. You sighed, a weak chuckle escaped your lips before you sat up from the sand, brushing off the back of your cargo pants and looking towards your guide for this new world- patting her head and making sure to be careful of the crown that hovered above her.
        You had only hoped Paimon would do most of the talking for you anyways, due to Tevyat’s language being foreign even to your ears and tongue, a feat for a Guardian of your reputation. A decent understanding of the oral part of the language under your belt, you found reading to be easier, since it did look similar to some scripts back in your own world. Your thoughts were cut off as Paimon spoke up, calling for you to follow her as she sped ahead of you, following the path from out of the beach to the grassy area ahead of you.
        "Awe, the path ends here. I guess we'll just have to climb, huh?" You rolled your eyes, shaking your head while you started to heave yourself up the large rock, Paimon taking notice of this.
        "You mean I have to climb the rock, P, you just have to float." You laughed, reaching the top with a grunt before she whined about floating taking as much energy as walking or climbing. It wasn't bad, you've climbed a lot worse in even more horrid situations, but damn did that take a good breath from you. You'd have to work on rebuilding some of your stamina while traveling here, and possibly need to find some supplies to settle somewhere for a bit, maybe even collect whatever currency they had here.
        "Well, let's take the route we planned! We're off to... a Statue of The Seven!" She smiles with glee, before a questionable face appears as you both move forward, her head turning towards you as you attempt to take in much of the scenery and areas you could. Your heavy boots only crushed the poor underbrush and grass that came into contact with it, your belt that was filled with gadgets and such clinking with the sway of your hips- hitting the holsters.
        This world is beautiful...
        "Which of The Seven are you looking for exactly?" She asked, making you shrug your shoulders at her, hands up as you walked towards a nearby tree- picking up the strange orange fruits and packing them away before moving forward. They looked like some weird crossbreed of orange and pear, but, you hoped it would taste as good as it looked.
        "To be honest? Any of them. They should have some idea of what happened, but even then, The Seven are gods in this world- and from what I remember of gods... they aren't too sane to say the least." You said, reaching a small cliff side that overlooked a lake with a statue near the edge of the small island in the center of it. 
        "That's a Statue of The Seven!" She pointed in its direction as you gave her your full attention, your finger going to touch the back of your ear to signal that, mindful of the metal to not trigger the activation of your mask.
        "There are a few of these statues scattered across the land to show The Seven's protections over the world. Among the seven gods, this god controls the wind. Paimon's not sure whether the god your looking for is the Anemo God, but... Paimon'll take you to the Anemo God's place first, and there's a reason why~" She muses, giving you a small wink before turning around, allowing you to follow her down the path to the first Statue of The Seven.
        To the first step towards finding Aether and Lumine.
        Your journey has started.
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hiii! could you write a fic/headcanons of leo, nico and will. i had no idea that was a ship until recently and i love it!!! and i want to read how they get together. in my mind solangelo is already dating (bc leo is in no condition to date after canon) and after leo comes back (after toa5) they became friends and eventually they confess to leo (when he already got over calypso and is better emotionally y'know?). no pressure if you don't feel like writing this tho :)))
hhhh anon im sorry i absolutely would love to write this for you into like an actual fic but it takes me a long time to write fics :(
but! i can def give you headcanons! after all they’re like fics but in outline form and much less grammatically correct! but if i do make a fanfic, i’ll be sure to post it. maybe you’ll like it! can’t make any promises i’d write it anytime soon though cuz i have a few more projects on the line but you know... i’m def considering making one after everything i’ve written in this post...
okay exactly yes i totally agree that leo only gets with them after he’s emotionally stable & after toa5
this is straying from soldezangelo a little but i made a post here about what i personally think should have happened w/ leo’s ending in HoO, if you’re interested in reading it. i’m gonna make the following bullet points based on that
but tldr: i’m just basically saying that i wish caleo ended up leaving ogygia as friends so that leo didn’t get that forced romance on him
so he stays at the waystation for a while with calypso (only as friends; like they’re staying there and are really adorable friends) and all the while he’s really thinking only about himself and his well-being. he goes back to high school and keeps up with that project he’s doing w/ other kids and giving them opportunities to make things (GOD THAT WAS SO CUTE)
then leo decides that maybe for the winter, he’ll go back for a trip (i also hc that piper and percy and annabeth go to chb for the same winter so that some of the seven see each other!)
there, he meets will and nico, but i think mostly he’s interested in talking w/ nico. so they talk a lot. nico expresses how angry they were for leo dying like that and scaring everyone, and leo says he’s sorry but he had to. i think this also provides nico and leo the perfect opportunity to talk about jason, since they were both really good friends with him. and nico also understands that it was leo’s decision and his sacrifice. but they also talk about how leo’s sacrifice kind of... felt weird. since in the end, they still lost the storm but the fire lived on (ehehhehe idk if that made sense but i was tryna be smart lakjsdlfkj) 
i think that opportunity ultimately provides nico and leo to get along a LOT better with each other, and they both realize that they actually have been through a lot of similar feelings. by which i mean theyre both so fuckin mentally unstable and they relate to one another.
nico talks about how he’s been in a relationship with will for a while, and leo’s happy for him, really. but i think a small part of him is jealous, too. not because “oh god here’s another couple im supposed to worry about after ive just started getting over this ingrained idea of needing romance to solve all my issues and feeling like i belong,” but more because i think leo’s always been a little attracted to nico since they were on the argo II with each other. i don’t think he ever acted on those feelings, especially since a lot of the people on that ship were more judgmental towards nico and he probably felt like he had to be as well (by the way, none of this is an excuse to leo’s treatment of nico, or, by extension, an excuse for anyone’s treatment of nico on the argo II.)
leo apologizes to nico about how he treated him, and nico smiles and tells him it’s fine. like, nico has had his own bout of personal growth as well, especially in the past year. he doesn’t - and won’t - forget how people treated him, but now he’s learning to just let it go, in a sense. 
and i think this is when leo and nico kind of develop underlying feelings for each other. 
leo and nico probably hang out a lot, but will also joins becuase he’s nico’s boyfriend, and nico loves to have him tag along. so i think leo feels a little intimidated by will, like “damn my crush is really just bringing along their boyfriend huh??” 
and leo’s like. so jealous. like “ugh why does this hot golden ray of sunshine have to ruin everything. why is he always around. he’s so fucking distracting. like hello i’m trying to simp for nico but he’s so gorgeous for the both of us.” and then it hits leo that oh wait oh fuck he actually likes both of them and that “intimidation” he was feeling was mostly just him being attracted LMAO
leo and will get a bit closer through nico, and then i think the two of them are like very joke-y with each other, and they totally connect with each other about texas and being absolute fucking NERDS (since they are both canonically absolute dumbass nerds HSDHFSLFKDJ)
and leo’s struck with how cute he is omG 
and then nico’s like “wow they’re both so glowy aslkdjffdj HHHHH” 
and then will’s like “damn they’re both so dark and mysterious” 
and also not to mention they all totally relate about mental illnesses, abandonment issues, and the like. i mean, after everything that’s happened to all three of them (since will has been through like two wars, has lost two brothers, and has probably lost a lot of lives and feels guilty for it) they probably really relate to each other about always feeling... this dark uncomfortableness inside them. a void. they get really deep about mental health, and i think nico actually suggests to both of them that they should all talk to dionysus, just like he does (because, as we all fucking know, love cannot fix mental health and it doesn’t matter how much they’re all attracted to each other, they will not cure each other just because they’re in love) 
i think somewhere in the relationship between will and nico, a tension starts to build up a little. they’re not really sure how to exactly deal with teh fact that they like leo (and neither of them actually admits it to the other because they like the other as well and they really are not in the mood for a “”””love triangle”””)
but the funny thing is, they probably all talk about it with dionysus in their separate times. and Mr. D is just. he’s so done. 
SLKDJFKLSDHFLJSDKFSDKJFSFDLJK - Mr. D falling asleep at night thinking about this soldezangelo thing because he thinks it’s really funny that they all like each other but don’t wanna admit it
he totally suggests that nico and will talk about it together, and after lots of hesitation, will is probably the first one to come outright and say that he likes leo as well. and nico’s like “OMG WHAT ME TOO. like i really like you but i also really like leo...”
so they’re both actually really relieved, because they didn’t really want to break up with each other but they didn’t really want to keep lying to each other, either. 
and they tell leo, and then leo’s so happy because lKJSDFJLSLDFK YALL I LIKED YOU FOR THE LONGEST TIME
and bada-bing, bada-boom, ya got yourself a little soldezangelo!!!! 
i hope you liked that!!! i’m actually tempted to make this into a fic now, but since it’s already in headcanon form is there a point? hmm... imma think on this though. thank you SO MUCH for the ask!!!
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sunritual · 3 years
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Robots don’t need to be sentient to destroy us.
Navy mock neck long sleeves big orange and little white stripe on tube cage sides
A veritcal line stretch waistband
Cross cross and straps back
Square high neck
Scarlet polka dots around can light blue text and beach image as front
Blue stroke red inside square, blue triangle rainbow with eye and funky font
Y either know a particular topic or not , but it’s hard to pin down intelligence on one category
Cream background , ice cream pink script name kinda bev hills hotel script looking ish
Move your mouth in a differ way
Supersonic vibrating butt cleaner
Half magenta half red violet a blue teacup in the center with white floral frills thick serif font
Pink background am orange flower in a vase white present ribbon n red as a table
An app that familiarizes people with science - through experimental learning ― hands on experiences that make it seem less top down and authoritarian , and more like a set of steps that we take, things that anyone can do to get closer with nature and the world
A social media philosophy app - teaches what others said and gives people a chance to express their views , postulate, argue, etc gadfly? How would be avoid a shit show, how can we make social media more humanitarian. how can we care about people while also expressing deeply held ideas , how can we encourage users to examine their deeply held ideas without alienating them. How can we discourage hatred and abuse and groupthink with design? How do we slow people down and encourage them to recognize the human behind the screen. Street epistemology? Socratic dialogue?
Socrates - asking questions. Breaking it down to bits. Deeply understanding their argument. Asking about different possibilities and circumstances. Take vast assumptions and show scenarios that make go against them.
Build fact checking into apps
Narrative self vs experiential
Walks you through steps of the sciefitifc method and encourages you to explain how you feel each step actually helped you- then walks you through a scientist doing the same for their reasarch
Republicans only want to be free in the specific ways that benefit corporations
Are Christians more willing to support the death pen early because they already believe in the cruel and overstepping punishment of hell?
Where did the idea come from that you need to remain impartial when trying to persuade
The idea that there is someone in a similar but different dwelling, hearing similar but different sounds and feeling similar but different feelings is wild
We synthesize sets of traits, and particular actions in a super biased culturally constructed way
With the way we see things as humans- we categorize things into groups that aren’t really reaaal ― paratheletic groups
I just want the people and jobs that benefit society
Connection to nietzsches Dionysian art and eckheart tolle/Taoism
No matter your personality, there is probably a part of the world that you would fit in with naturally.
An ordinary girl is selected as one of the representatives of earth in the first meeting of various alien species after one advanced planet discovered and United 10. Confused as to why she was chosen, she goes on her journey meeting
Wha ba Bada da da da da dada he’s a wha ba ba dadada as a matter of fact it’s not my fault if you came up here thinking that you would win
Wanting to break boundaries and rules for the sake those who are hurt by the rules
You are imagining the best case scenario of the life you want to have and experience Ming the reality of the life you so have.
Yes her drips cosmetics line to students i. Class
Chez it people can goldfish people
Your personality flows where a system needs it to go to maintain balance
Ah you fucking saw a tik Tok about that didn’t you
Coincidence and intention are two sides of a tapestry, my lord. You may find one more agreeable to look at, but you cannot say one is true and the other is false.””
Clay busts with abstract art and philosophical musings (throws up)
Do a sketch a day
What if someone ran for president as an impression of a famous person
Full stemmed flowers, wiggly text creeping behind
Balloons of various sizes and cooors holding people and things
Kelly green cream hot pink black
Green outline one pink air brush cream background black marks
Emdr applebees , bat mitzvah toasts Amitals bat mitzvah , Fiona - i like her better just kidding ,
We tend to learn words by synonyms and not definitions
A bully who takes a kids lunch money everyday all through out high school and secretly puts it in a Roth IRA and presents it to them at graduation
Set up drum set
When it comes to something we have no knowledge of or evidence or proof being certain is the most illogical thing you can be
Getting a degree in philosophy is the not going to college of going to college
It ain’t what they call you it’s what you answer to
You don’t just get to jump from bright moment to bright moment - part of the job is the frustrating ones and the climb to get to be actually good. It’s gonna be bad in the beginning but it’s a measure of how dedicated you are to your craft. Frustration is the process.
You have to decide whit shit sandwjicj you prefer - everything is gonna suck some of the time but if you pick your dream you’ll have those bright moments and at least that shit sammie will be worth it - the bad parts of job you have no interest in don’t add up to anything. If you love what you do you will accept the downsides.
People are like tape. Going through the world collecting bits and pieces of things but none of those things are really them . We can identi ft with them and create with them but we can also escape from them.
I wonder what all these people think about being alive
Curiosity makes everything play. It invites exploration. It makes me see opportunities everywhere makes everything new
Bias to action. Try things. Get your hands dirty, fail Fortean and find what works. Remaining nimble and constantly rethinking
Reframe the problem. Step back, re-examine the problem, examine biases and be open to new solutions
Clay matches clay fire
The differences and similarities between us
Looking back, historical events seem bound to happen, but a few small events could’ve stopped them. Thinking diffently.
“They became revolutionaries despite themselves”
Artists way workbook design
I’m at Eton having to walk around to quell the feeling of being so exited about the future and my possibilities and so sure of success and beauty and magic and love and adventure. I’m going to make beautiful pictures I’m going. To tear down the status quo I’m going g to make people feel like they have on antigravity. I’m so a part of it i made it. I’m a muse I’m it omg I’m so exited - listening to John Denver
Joy is just a thing that he was raised on love is just a way to live and die.
The only thing that made Abe Lincoln Abe Lincoln (tm) was doing what Abe Lincoln (tm) did. The actions that he took made him a hero in history. There was nothing i ate in him that made his great, his actions did. Whatever help inate qualities may have gave him in terms of doing the actions that made him what he was could be negated by pma and doing the damn work to get yourself to where you need to be. Believing it so makes you inclined to take the actions that improve your skills and get to to the point where you can do the things it takes to be who you want to be.
Little vases
I feel like we’ve become addicted to finding things wrong with what people say. Silence the critic. It’s fine. Most people have the best intentions. It’s not that serious. The group you are offended for likely aren’t mad anyway. There is way more you can do - they don’t care about picking the right term
I wanted a very simple menu that could maximize customization options in The shortest amount of time possible for a very fast paced food truck. The system allows the customers to design their own grilled cheese sandwich but ideally would save time by not requiring each guest to decide which cheese and which bread from a long line of choices.
I feel I’m so afraid of being dunning Krueger that i tell myself i am terrible at everything no matter what i actually think about my abilities. You can just say your a beginner you don’t have to say you suck. Plus thinking you suck doesn’t make you any better, honestly worse. You don’t have to rate your abilities just focus on the future, make sure your doing baby steps and make sure they are the right baby steps
Chives ward off insects
Loving thebsunlightttttyt!!
I don’t think music is really something that needs to be critiqued for me ― it’s more about feeling it’s about magic and truth and light or darkness. Getting whatever needs to be out out. it all serves a purpose and is for an audience , if your not in that audience then there’s no need to comment
I have to is weird backwards idea that it’s Nobel to be like you know what I’m not good at this imma bow out. But that is so wrong you have to struggle through it. Pike how i feel like my thoughts are more concise then my writing. There’s no glory in not trying to improve that. You have to awkawardly write until you can beautifully write.
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hello, hello, hello! this is cha hyunwoo, #1 resident prankster and a general M E S S™ extraordinaire. my page is about 0% complete but i was too excited (ok fine i have to go sleep soon b/c i have to get up early tmr). in the meantime, here’s a general outline of things about hyunwoo!! (pls love me) 
( some things to note  — )
( CISMALE ) — CHA HYUNWOO has been in the news lately, have you heard ? the 21 year old LEAD DANCER AND RAPPER from PE4K? the one that looks a lot like KIM MINGYU? apparently HE bumped into a fan earlier today and was acting pretty RECKLESS & OVERCRITICAL, which is not exactly like the LAIDBACK & CHEERFUL behavior they usually advertise.
his birth name is cha hyunwoo, and he was born in seoul.
he grew up with his grandmother because he was the result of a teenage pregnancy (don't be silly wrap your willy kids) gone wrong a.k.a. both parents weren’t ready and honestly could not care less about his existence.
his grandmother just told everyone she got a little frisky when she was a little older (#bless)
he worked in his grandma’s tteokbokki stall for the most of middle school and a bit of high school before he was scouted while working
tbh he thought the guy was a scammer and dropped it somewhere (typical)
the guy came back, like, four times before hyunwoo finally remembered where he sticks them during his shift (surprise, it’s in his apron)
always liked singing but got the rapper position because he was quite witty (and, apparently, p humble too) and had a deep voice 
loves dancing too, likes hep-hop dance more than anything else but always open to trying new things
honestly, a generally kind person who’s always accidentally-on-purpose getting into trouble but he has a lot of Inner Things 2 deal with 
headcanons:
the kind of person to pet stray cats and then somehow ended up with sixeen cats following after him and approximately 2000+ scratches all over his face 
also the type to aggressively eat the brownie that you’ve made even tho he’s lactose intolerant 
never early always late (sorry)
( some plots to consider — )
okay #calledout, i’m too lazy to try and put everything coherently in a separate page so imma offer you all a 2-for-1 deal and ramble on about p o t e n t i a l plots that could work with hyunwoo moving forward. of course, of course, everything’s definitely open to discussion so don’t forget to hmu (even if none of these interest you!!! 
⇒ in general... friends (best, good, hi-bye) are always needed and highly wanted; enemies are great too (but pls be nice to his tender soul); childhood friends; practice partners; yadayada
but, if we’re talking things more specific... 
⇒ self-proclaimed #1 prankster in the house. maybe he has a prank war with someone and he’s not doing so good, and the other person wants his title. or, maybe, he has a friend who’s always up for pranking others. hey, if you can’t beat them, join them right?
⇒ inversely, someone who’s always being pranked by him would be h i l a r i o u s too. no worries, hyunwoo doesn’t mean harm on anyone and (generally) knows his limit. but your character’s reaction? too good to give up. 
⇒ hyunwoo loves singing much more than he likes rapping, but he lacks the vocal power or tone to become a full-fledged idol singer... even though he wanted to become a singer from the very first moment he held a mic. sure, rapping is fun, but having a character who’s going to teach him from the base up about vocal techniques (he’s a lil’ shy that he likes singing). hey, we can even lead to them releasing a duet in the near future~
⇒ ssshhhh, trainees aren’t supposed to date but they were young and they were in love (or so they thought). sure, they’ve parted ways since (amicably or not?? probably not considering emotions were prob p high but respectful exes are always 2000% cool). maybe the two have been paired up for some reality show, or perhaps they’ve just bumped into each other somewhere. awkwardness ensues. 
⇒ honestly this is the one plot i’m super excited to write out. hyunwoo is going to meet his birth mother and expectations are sky-high. but, spoiler alert, it isn’t going to end well. so, we’d need friends who are by his side through this Terrible time. but, more importantly, it’d be great to have a character on-site who has accompanied him for moral support. maybe your character would launch into a 2-hour long.pptx presentation on why Your Son Is The Best and You Suck. maybe your character would launch into a fist-fight with a thirty-two y/o lady. or, maybe, your character would silently judge from the side, and escort him away before he starts crying. while i don’t have it planned in the next few days, it’d be great to have friends who know of his circumstance and good friends are always brilliant to have around. 
or, just, honestly?? anything works and i’m just super excited tbqhhhh. drop me an im or we could talk over discord and let’s get this started!!!
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ihaileysenpai · 6 years
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Soulmate AU (Nice X Oswald)
Normal Pov
———– Do you believe that there is someone waiting for you? Someone destined to love and cherish you? Someone to fulfil that yearning for feeling loved? Someone that you trust and accept despite their flaws and differences? Do you believe in a soulmate? Nice would always question that to herself. The question always seemed to fade into her thoughts and force her to ponder such a concept. She found herself often consulting herself about it more whenever she was with or thought about her current boyfriend, Oswald The Lucky Rabbit. From the time she had entered the land of Disney and cartoons, fate seemed to have found it’s way onto her wrist. “…parts of yourself in someone else” It left her in confusion, since it was a strange thing to have happen to her. It wasn’t until meeting the Disney family and friends that she saw that everyone coinciddntally had some sort of phrase written on their wrist. Few with a certain coloured outline, the cause was always only smiled at in a understanding way, which only fueled the confusion. Distraught about the whole thing, Nice decided to let the whole wrist situation go until further notice. With that, she was able to bond and spend time with selected members of the Disney Family and Friends, most notably with Oswald. When the two had grown closer and closer during their time spent together, they started a budding romance. (Everyone saw it coming) Even though hesitant to start a new romantic relationship after the loss he had experienced, he (with some convincing from his brother and kids) willingly took the chance. So far, he has found himself walking with her around the gardens, helping with cooking whichever meal, laughing and potentially joining her dancing to whatever songs were Nice’s current obsession and smiling whenever he felt their hands connect. Often they were sitting on the railing of the balcony of his bedroom, sometimes to discuss what the day’s conversations had missed or what had been weigh in down their thoughts. Almost like just at this very moment. Oswald was staring up at the stars twinkling in the dark night sky. He was lost thought about someone he lost sometime ago, sometimes it feels like just yesterday to him. It wasn’t until he saw someone sit beside him on the railing and recognized the figure as Nice. “Hey there.” She greeted, a small smile on her face. Oswald looked back at the sky, “Hey there, yourself.” He responded. Nice bit the inside of her gums in annoyance, “You okay?” She asked calmly. Oswald shrugged his shoulders, “It isn’t a big deal.” He answered. “It doesn’t seem like it, you’ve been kind distant lately. I really want us to be okay. Can we be?” Nice questioned, trying to read her boyfriend’s expression. A pregnant moment of silence settled upon the two, it felt heavy and it was almost unbearable. Finally, Oswald gave in to the silence and began to explain and confess about his thoughts. “I don’t understand the whole concept of finding soulmates.” He sighed, “The writing on our wrists are supposed to connect and finish the quote of importance that describes our relationship.” “At first, I thought that Ortensia was my one true soulmate, our writing seem to make sense to us. ‘Isn’t it exciting to find love where you’d never expect it’, that was our thing. The thing that connected us. But in reality, nothing like that ever occurred, we loved another regardless. We had kids, we’re happy but then she died…” “Oswald, I know you miss her-” Nice tried to show her concern, but Oswald cut her off. “But Nice, our writings didn’t have the coloured borders when we were together. That means we weren’t soulmates, we just loved each other anyways, I don’t understand!” Nice took Oswald hand in here own, making him look at her in confusion. She examined his wrist and pulled up her sleeve to expose her own. “It doesn’t matter, you love who you love, regardless whether you are ment to be, you learn from the relationship. You’ve grown either way.” Looking into Oswald eyes, Nice smiled, "You aren't the only one who wanted the experience, just so you are ready for that one you were meant for. Sometimes you feel as if there are no odds when it comes to love, but in reality you don't know for sure if you don't try." Oswald couldn't help but feel his heart swell in admiration for Nice and her understanding and kindness. "Nice.." Nice smiled and looked back down at their wrists, "Did we ever read our relationship's quote?" She giggled. Oswald felt a small smile appear on his face, "No, I don't think we ever did." He then followed Nice's gaze at their wrists. Their smiles grew. "I think that it fits us well." "It really does." •Isn't it exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else • A/N I haven't written a fanfic in the longest time, goddamn I wanna write more Nice X Oswald or something!!!! Oh I got a sad idea for one but I might cry. Also for the quote: Characteristics ya sick weirdos with your heads in the cutter, IMMA smack you
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amorentia-quibble · 6 years
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Smoke, Screens and Other Illusions - A (Messy) Rundown
This is gonna be long, convoluted and will run off on so many different tangents you won’t even remember what this post was about in the first place. YALL READY?
Good cus I’m not XD
Before I get into this all, I will let you guys know that I got up to 30,000 words! It’s not the 50,000 I had hoped, but factoring in work, school and directing a small play with less than compliant children, it wasn’t a shabby effort. I was going to have a break before returning to the editing process, but my lovely old friend, and former editor for the local paper, has hooked me up with a newly published author who’s interested in looking at my work and giving me pointers. Which is super exciting!! But I have to get in quick as she’s living between here and the UK, and she wants to meet in person to talk. So, I need to finish writing and polish my mess of a manuscript before then. I don’t have a date yet, but I want to just get it done asap. Hence why I’m talking here! Getting ideas down and out into the world, whether for critique or just for others to see i have been doing things this month!
Alrighty, back into it. The first thing you guys might notice is the big title change, if you’ve been following my NaNo process. What once was Praese is now Smoke, Screens and Other Illusions, or SSOI, as I’ve been abbreviating it to. Praese just didn’t have enough of a link to the story for me to use it, and it’s got really awkward pronunciation. Is it Praise? Praeese? Pras? I don’t know, and if I dunno then no one will XD SSOI was actually the title of the little oneshot book I planned for this book AGES ago, way before NaNo and this story was considered novel-worthy, and I just sort of latched onto it while on the hunt for better title names. If anyone’s interested, I have a good list of the potential titles I had planned, but none stuck like this one for me.
Now, onto the actual story!!
A lot changed over the course of last month, particularly the outlined plot. Because of lack of time, thanks to school, and because I was still very, very new to the concept of writing a novel in a month, my plot outline was... Well, flimsy wouldn’t begin to explain it. I had a vague idea of where things should sort of be after a while, then which character should maybe turn up after that... And then the ending and the beginning were pretty set.
At first.
As I went, things weren’t adding up for me, I was finding the characters I’d made weren’t fitting into the world I was creating and the plot was running away into something I loved, but not something I’d planned for. Characters like Veda were reworked to change how she fits into the plot, villains altered and recreated, conflicts changed, and with that, some characters are sitting on the chopping room floor. That’s not to say I wont find ways to fit them in, since I still haven’t finished the novel. Being only 30,000 words in, and with a fair amount of those also easily able to be culled as I had this really annoying epiphany in the middle of writing, I’ve got plenty of work to do. 
Two characters I really, really want to somehow work back in are Zahara and Phoebe. Zahara was supposed to be my homage to my little brother, and to children with Autism and display that, make it more normal. It was something that worked in the old story, but I’m struggling to find where it would fit now. I considered making her an adult, but it doesn’t feel right. Especially considering her living on another continent, something that was fine in the first plot, is now a major barrier that I can’t really change for this new plot. I’ve considered scrapping her all together for this story and making an entirely new one for her, but she feels like she has a home here in this one, just... Buried away. Phoebe’s another one who had a major part in the plot before it changed, and not only did I find her Quirk cool as fuck, her interactions with the characters were very unique and, I thought at least, important to their development. It was just very hard to find a way to fit her in with how the story evolved. But, with the pacing issues I know I’m having right now, I may find a way. It’s all a matter of tweaking, and a lot of rewriting.
A character who really appeared out of nowhere, and is the whole reason I found this new plot, was Manuel Lavien (Damn you Lavien!). I really, really can’t say much about him because of his importance to the plot, but he is the Governor for Environmental Affairs for Osmayee on The World Institute of Governing. Long title, right? Yeah, he uses that to his full potential, if you can’t remember it now, you’ll remember it by the time you finish reading the novel (in its current form, at least).  What I can say that’s not really a huge spoiler is that he is the key to everything our main gals, Mora and London, need, but he’s kidnapped and framed to have tried to create artificial natural disasters. A lot spirals off from there, and boy do I love him as a character, but damn it man, you couldn’t have given me all these plot ideas before I got 9,000 words of worthless stuff down??
What is fun about this story, that I wanted in it, but didn’t know how it would work until this new plot came to me, was the higher stakes. At first the plot was sort of just a travel across continents, chasing this mystery man and get him to help, but I quickly realised my fatal flaw when I planned on him being a government official. How would they not know where he is at all times, not know what he looks like until their first meeting? He’s high-profile! And Mora’s this detective person, it’s too easy for her to look these things up! So he was just kidnapped instead, and it starts this whole chase and more action, and presents situations for my characters I wasn’t expecting. It’s fun and I’m glad that’s what came about because of the change. What was once a weird mishmash of genres between action, romance, mystery, horror, fluff, i dunno every genre ever really, is now far more narrowed into an action-packed mystery. It has its subplots, but it’s also more focused, and that’s absolutely what I needed.
At the moment, with how much of a mess this manuscript is (seriously it’s horrible, I’m terrified of having to read through this thing.) I don’t know where i’m gonna be at with it in the near future, just that it’s... a lot. I know I said I’d update a lot last month, and really, really didn’t, but I will try updating more on where I’m at. 
Until then, I hope you guys weren’t bored to death by my rambling (with very little point, might i add, but it helped me out a bit, at least) and I hope you enjoy the few lil artpieces imma just throw up after this post lol
Thank you!! 
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ok real talk what is your fic writing process bc I really wanna learn how to bang out fantastic fics like you do I just read patchwork people and you wrote that?? in two days????? that's crazy awesome. like do you have a process (not necessarily for speed but everything you know plot characters all that) anywho love your work tbh your stuff k i l l s me
Okey this got long so Imma put it under a read more.
First of all, THANK YOU! I'm really glad you like my stuff!
Secondly, I have to admit, I don’t actually.... do that much with the planning aspect? That fic in particular was mainly just writing as I went along. I have my moments where I tend to just take ideas or concepts and...run? I feel like it’s something similar to hyperfixation, because seriously I don’t do anything else when I’m particularly immersed in a fic. And obviously, this is not something most people can do, so yeah, speedwriting is something I have no idea how to help you on. 
But! For the actual process, I can recommend starting at the roots. The raw idea, the one headcanon, the simple concept. Play with it in your head, not on paper, for a while. Act out scenes in your mind. Try putting some dialogue in. This only works if you have an active imagination, though- if you don't, then stick with the basics. Just imagine the opening scene. Basically, if you can see it playing out in your head, then you've got a good foundation to begin on.
Once you're there? Depending on how complex the story is, you can plan it out. I have to admit, most of my plans and construction is in my head. Like I said, the emotional arcs and plotwork comes from me acting it all out in my head, and I find it very easy to do. For others, this may be harder? However, for a few fics I do put it on paper. I find flowcharts easiest, because it works chronologically. Start with your opening scene/main plotline/ idea and just put it at the top of your page. From there, I work downwards, each new bubble/text box is a new idea of side-plot which furthers the story.
 I have to admit, I actually find it kinda difficult to do this, because big fics are just too complex. So what I tend to do is the same thing, but just for parts of the fic. The beginning, the middle, the Crisis Moment, the Climax, whatever. If you do a few of those, then you at least have a basic outline of what you want, and hopefully you'll be able to see ways to link this together.
For characters, if I'm planning on paper, I tend to do little character profiles first. If you're doing an AU, then they might not be exactly the same, and so it's important to be able to get this all straight in your head. Put in points that are of interest/ importance to the plot, their basic info, and their connection to your main character. If you want, you can write your own flow charts for them, too, but usually this would only be for big characters, not side ones. I mean, again, this all depends on your ability/willingness to plan.
And then- because I am a mess who very rarely actually uses any of the above methods, I will usually just find a plain piece of paper, and keep it with me as I'm writing. Seriously. This is like your cheat sheet. You write anything that you think can be used/  is important to the development of either character or plot- you write it down.There's so many things that I can miss out on or not wrap up without this. It can just be little things, too, like funny jokes or ironic moments. Just note them down. That way, if you keep looking at it, you can find ways to wrap them up or make importance of them further on. It all helps add depth to the story. It’s all about trying to find parts of your work that you can use later. Small story arcs that aren’t exactly the main focus, but all add relevance and meaning to your character or storyline. It makes them more three-dimensional I guess? If you have a character that grows or learns, then it will make the whole thing flow so much better and generally just feel like a better standard of work, because you’re writing something that has the ability to change. It’s a process you learn over time, though. I’ve been writing for just over a year now, and I’m still only getting the hang of this properly.
EDITING! Editing is really important. Make sure to read it through, and be ready to change up or add on bits and pieces. For the fic you were mentioning, that did indeed take me 2 days to write, but three days to publish. I spent a good 10 hours literally rewriting a lot of scenes. I've never done that before, but I wanted to try it out because I wanted it to be Good quality, and so I split my screen in half and I retyped a good portion of it. It was exhausting work, but I did make a few important changes, and it generally felt like the things I spotted whilst rewriting it made the whole thing flow a lot better. NOT saying you have to do this, because it is particularly extra, but it's just a good idea if the work is very important.
But listen. I actually don't have... a process. All this stuff I'm suggesting is what I will do if it's something plotty/ difficult for me to see in my head. Not blowing my trumpet here, but that is kinda rare for me. Planning out stories is hard, especially for people who are not as lucky as to have an active imagination on their side. You have to think about what you find easiest? Do lists work? Mind maps? I said use flowcharts, but maybe that isn’t for you? Hell, maybe you don’t do any of my chosen methods, and you feel it’s easier for you to speak into your phone and record it all. I don’t know. We all have ways of planning. Whatever you do, good luck to you! 
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getoffthesoapbox · 7 years
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VK Science I - Vmpr & Prbd Gene
Soo… I don’t feel like creating a temporary email just for this discussion, so yeah… This is already a “fake email” that I use for my beyond dead account and my currently abandoned fanfic. Not sure if my email is noticeable to everyone, but if it is, I don’t really care which name you decide to call me by lol. And if you’re wondering, I’m trying to quickly reply because there were a lot of concepts that were misunderstood and I don’t want to give misinformation or a theory that makes no sense (Plus, I have the longest break before my class). 
And ah, I love @imaginarylights! Their edits are always pretty :) Anyway, I just figured life caught with you up, and yes, I did resend my ask, but I guess tumblr didn’t like it *side-eyes*.
*Note: I tried to make things easier to understand by writing them as points, so hopefully this helps. Let me know, I guess?
Humans carrying Vmpr gene: So what I actually meant was that your original theory from our first discussion assumes that all humans (past & current) naturally contain a genetic sequence that codes for vampires except the gene is normally turned off. I do NOT agree with this because if you actually try to map out the transfer of alleles or even create a punnet square (granted, it’s already difficult with the lack of evidence like I stated earlier), you would expect humans to birth vampires, including Purebloods, more frequently regardless of the time period in VK. Obviously, this isn’t the case, so no, humans do not carry this gene at all.
The Prbd gene: like I said in past msgs, this would be developed in the Progenitors during human development in the womb where a mutation likely occurred during replication, repair, or even crossing over during meiosis. This just means that, technically, a “misarrangement” of DNA ended up coding for the traits we see in Purebloods. Since there are so few Purebloods, you would expect this gene to be recessive or “rare.”
Arguments: You could argue that it’s also the nature of Purebloods in VK and how they do not reproduce often and many of them were killed off early on in wars. Considering the different levels of vampires and even Senri’s rank, though, I think it just comes down to a gene that is rarely passed on. Although, you could also look at it as that Hino wanted Purebloods to be rare to emphasize the Kuran family’s prestige and nobility, ultimately making Yuuki and Kaname “special” characters in comparison to others.
The environment: I’m not taking back what I said from earlier msgs - I still think it played a role in the ways I stated earlier.
“Failed” or “incomplete” Purebloods (I don’t know how you would want to word that): In short, these people expressed partial traits of what we would now in VK consider the Prbd gene. Because they didn’t express the full gene, their fitness was lower, so they did not have a good chance of surviving and passing on their genes. Therefore, these people would not encompass the Progenitors, thus, lowering the Progenitors numbers.
Your questions: Hopefully my point about humans helped clarify some things. As far as humans duration of pregnancy for Purebloods and “teething,” I can’t answer these questions because I am not the author, sorry. This would all be speculation that has no basis because there doesn’t appear to be any evidence to support any claims.
The Vmpr gene: Basically Levels A through C (Pureblood to Average) vampires would express this (dominant) gene as it encompasses the very nature and expression of vampires. As such, this would mean the Progenitors underwent several mutations prior to birth as this gene would be at a different loci (location on the chromosome). Although, considering how the two are related, I would expect the genes to be relatively close to each other in terms of distance.
Charisma: I’ve seen it mentioned in the manga, but I don’t recall seeing it shown. However, I would presume that vampires have more pheromones to attract humans or that humans are just more attracted to vampires for some psychological reason that I can’t answer.
Blood satisfaction: To me, this is more of a plot device, similarly to the argument of why Purebloods are rare. I think it’s something Hino added for the sake of the love triangle as a way to add drama and romance. To argue that there’s some sort of genetic or scientific basis for this is like saying that there are predestined soulmates that people are fated to fall in love with, which is determined by their DNA… Which just seems odd… There might be a psychological reason, but that’s not my major.
Why I was salty: It’s hard to determine the offspring of mixed classes of vampires and even with humans because we are not shown any examples. Based on her lore, the simple answer is that based on the level of vampire parent(s), the children will fall somewhere in between as seen by (my love lol) Senri’s rank as an Aristocrat. In the case of Ren, I have no idea. Of course that’s not how genetics works and is confusing when considering the children between Average vampires and humans since some may be human (-.-)
Zero: I didn’t use Zero as evidence for vampires reactions to sunlight because Zero was not born as a vampire. My whole theory only encompassed Level A to C and I thought he was a Level D. Regardless, he wouldn’t carry the Vmpr gene and as such, he falls under my next theory that I hope to present, which is how Purebloods turn humans into “vampires” and how Level D and E are different (genetically and otherwise) from the other classes of vampires.
Hunter genes: I know it’s a possible counterargument and my answer is that I still have no idea how Hino’s “pseudo-science” works with hunters, so… Imma side-eye that. Maybe I’ll eventually come up with a theory that can explain her lore and hunters, but until then, I’m not going to address it.
So I don’t know how long this ended up being since I no longer have a limit LOL, but I hope it wasn’t too long. Nonetheless, I hope this helped clarify everything! Let me know if you have any more questions before I move on to my next theory.
Until next time!
I figured your poor ask had been gobbled by the tumblr gremlins again; this new submission post system seems to work much better (and it allows you to have more freedom to outline your points, which I’m sure everyone following our crazy discussion will appreciate). =) Plus it’s easier to respond to, fufu!
@Humans carrying Vmpr gene: Thanks for clarifying this one for me. So you’re saying if humans naturally carried the vmpr gene, we’d see it more frequently across time (even if it was still rare on the whole) rather than all at once in a clump like what Hino implies, which makes it unlikely as a possible explanation. I can definitely get behind that. 
@The Prbd gene: It’s fairly undeniable there was an environmental component to the development of the gene, so we’re in agreement there. (That’s the one thing Hino pretty much directly implies in the story.) And lol @ the Purebloods needing to be rare in order to make the Kurans “special”. (I would not be surprised about this one.) And my questions regarding vampire pregnancy and teething were more speculative in nature anyway; just wanted to know if you had any thoughts on how a human giving birth to a Pureblood would go, given how long it takes Purebloods to develop within fellow Purebloods (though perhaps this is more due to the fact that Pureblood female wombs have other toxins that slow natural development that a human’s wouldn’t, who knows–again, just speculating). Admittedly the whole teething business was a recent addition on Hino’s part, but it’s a bit of a horrifying process to contemplate given the progenitors arrived with human parents who knew nothing of the process.
@The Vmpr gene: Oh that’s quite interesting that there’d be several mutations prior to birth . So of course for Levels A through C you’d expect some kind of vampiric gene dominance. What would your thoughts be on Level Ds like Zero and the other turned humans? Would they pass on human genetics or vampiric ones if paired with, say, a human, rather than a vampire? (Obviously Zero’s kids would be partially vampiric due to Yuuki being his partner.) 
@Charisma: You see this pop up in the story at various points–Rido uses it against Aidou during the Rido battle back in arc 1 (Aidou’s eyes go glassy and he becomes mesmerized until Yuuki has to snap him out of it) and Yuuki when he takes over that kid at the vampire ball where she mopes about Kaname and Sara, and also during the Sara arc everyone’s always commenting on how Yuuki doesn’t have any charisma and Sara’s busy mesmerizing nobles and humans alike. It appears to be from what Hino establishes a sort of “aura” around the Purebloods that draws the eye (she usually uses sparkles or some other screentone to show it). Anyway, my thought was increased pheromones of some kind myself, though admittedly it doesn’t particularly matter and could just be a natural part of the “whole package” of the gene and more of a social side effect rather than an intentional one.
@Blood satisfaction: Okay, I just wanted to confirm you didn’t think this whole bit was scientifically valid from a genetic perspective, as I’m personally also of the opinion that this is just a romantic plot device. ;) I can definitely get behind the idea that it’s potentially just psychological on the part of the Purebloods and has no actual basis on whether or not they should be satisfied with X or Y amount of blood taken from random or less loved parties.
@Mixed Children: That’s really interesting that average/human mixes might have human genetic dominance (at least if this was genetically sound fufu). So do you think it’s possible for Purebloods (or a Pureblood/Noble mix, or Pureblood/Average) to have a throwback human child? Come to think of it, you know, the Hunters having a small amount of the Vmpr gene creates humans with some of the genetic traits–such as Kaien’s long life and youthful appearance, despite his lack of fangs. How interesting would it have been for Hino to have a human or more human expressing Pureblood or Noble character? *ahem* But yeah, it’s a shame Hino was so focused on the top of the hierarchy we never got to see any characters from the lower ends, where the struggles would be more common. 
@Zero: Oh great you’re going to dig into the Level Ds/Es in your next theory. Then I’ll wait to badger you about Zero’s specialness until after you’ve had a chance to dive in. =) (And lol, yes, it’s kinda…bizarre how the Hunters ended up being able to pass down certain vampire genes by just…eating?…the Hooded Woman. Like…pretty sure that’s not how that works lol. But hey, whaddoo I know? XD)
Anyway, don’t you worry a thing about how long your posts are! You have plenty of space now, and if my own responses get too lengthy, I can just put them under a cut now. =) 
Looking forward to your theory on how turning works!
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bujo-lettuce-tomato · 7 years
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Planning Ahead for Fall: How I do it
So last week, I outlined some steps you can take to plan ahead for the fall semester (that’s in 19 days for me, I am literally counting!) and this week, I’m going to show how I made use of them in my bullet journal :)
Looking Back
I do a lot of this when making any spread, tbh, partly because a little bit of continuity helps my brain, and partly because I really like the way I’ve planned previously! I’m going to draw inspiration from a couple of places: my summer spread (gorgeous, functional!), my April monthly/class-tracker hybrid spread (somewhat like my typical monthly one, but with a class-tracker stuck in) and of course, last semester’s class schedule page (very, very important). Weekly spreads are going to change as needed, of course, but I’m going to try to model them off of my newer vertical spreads rather than my horizontal ones.
Breaking it Down
Now comes the time to think about how I’ve used those spreads I’m drawing from, to figure out what’s worth keeping and what needs changing.
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First, my summer spread: I just can’t stop gushing over how darn useful and practical it was! I put a lot of love into it, and it shows. I did fourteen weeks on a single page, with each month color-coded and each day with a dozen squares, in sort of a compressed running calendar. I added mini calendars on the bottom, and used little checkmark-banners on the sides for my exam grades. The writing space was a little bit cramped, and obviously I couldn’t put every event in there, but that also forced me to really focus on the important stuff: upcoming school assignments. Fun fun fun. To extend this spread to seventeen weeks (the semester, the week before, and finals) I’d move the calendars to the side and make the title smaller. I’d also have my grades moved on a separate page, because I like having a hard copy and 5 courses just won’t fit.
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Now for monthly spreads. I’d like to keep them consistent, and April seemed to work well. I combined my tried-and-true Class Tracker with part of my typical monthly spread. I used to have important highlights right next to my mini monthly calendar, a week-by-week thing with more room to write underneath, and finally habit trackers at the very bottom. I’m bad at consistently using habit trackers, and that is probably correlated with me not using the “week-of” space either... and besides, the semester-long spread covers that purpose. It all works out. Of course, to have my monthly-class-tracker, I need to use five-week months, which just so happens to work out this semester with some overlapped weeks and a three-week December.
My schedule page is a no-brainer: I’ve had it sketched out since I registered for classes in April, and it looks just like my spring one. Of course, this page also determines the most important thing: color coding! I've been using more or less the same color-coding scheme since middle school, so it’s just a question of adapting what I already have :)
Designing My Spreads!
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When I actually put my semester spread on paper, I realized that having the calendars on the left hand side didn’t make sense visually, so I moved everything over to the left. Finally I decided that the calendars were kind of redundant since I already had some in the front of my bujo, and the space would be much better used as a notes-space, where I can expand on weekly events if needed.
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I sketched out my monthly spread with a few modifications: The calendar and month title now are squeezed to one side, while monthly highlights and a blank space for goals and motivation take up the rest of that empty space. Also, my class session boxes are going to be outlined in their respective color for quicker visual recognition, because that can’t hurt! ...aaaaand then I realized I wanted to have a grade tracker spread right after my semester spread, because that makes a whole lot of sense. This is why you always sketch spreads in pencil first! Either way, I wasn’t planning to finish this spread until I get back in town for school, so it’s not a big deal to move it at all. Now let’s just hope I don’t wreck this page with eraser smudges :/
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I’m also not going to finish my schedule page until after add-drop week is over, because you never know, but given my current classes, I’ve ended up with a really happy, vibrant color scheme! (shown here on my pen test page, because I don’t want to put anything permanent down until I have my final schedule) Purple for developmental bio, magenta for biochem and pink for its lab, red for choir, green for critical writing in biology, yellow for performance in world cultures (my last non-bio elective class, RIP me). Biochem also has what’s listed as a lab but I hear is optional recitation/scheduled office hours? It’s weird, imma roll with it, and definitely not pick a color for it until I can ascertain what, exactly, that hour is dedicated to.
Next Steps
Obviously, I can’t really evaluate my spreads until I actually start using them, but I can set aside time for self-evaluation. I’m going to be doing that purposefully every week (my weekly spreads now include a weekly summary section! I’ve done a mixture of regular journaling and reflecting about my productivity and goals in there, and so far it’s at least not a negative thing. I also do it automatically whenever I make my next monthly or weekly spread, even if it’s more of a “maybe I should move this box over a little and write smaller” kind of thing. I always try to focus on the practical rather than the pretty: yes, sometimes I’ll start on a spread with a theme in mind, but that’s because I already know that the spread is going to work for my purposes that week or month. Usually I just sketch things out and then doodle around the “skeleton”. Art is nice, and it’s part of why I keep doing what I’m doing, but my bullet journal is always also a tool.
So that’s pretty much it! Over the semester, I’ll be posting more regular posts (including study tips, life tips, etc.), and at the end I’ll probably revisit this post to talk about what I’ve learned! It’s all just part of the journey :)
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How did you plan out the plot for the Spiderman!Jeremy fic, like chapter-by-chapter, or story arc? The writing is so good and I must know your writer secrets!
and tdfhgskjsljgf first off, thank you! this answer is super long and a lot more than u asked for but lmao here u go (imma put it under a read more just bc its probs longer than what u were expecting. really. it’s so long and Extra ghfjdkfhg)  
nsm is the longest thing i have EVER WRITTEN, so i’ve been having to deal with a lot of things that come with that (like plot continuity??? consistent characterization??? chekov’s gun?? kinda major plot-points mentioned for half a second and then i forgot to include later on that i now gotta figure out how to make relevant again??? making each character dynamic and their own person with their own habits/way of speaking/etc?? also, on a related note, including multiple characters in a broad range of scenes?? and so much more omg) but yeah, it’s A Lot and it’s all stuff i’ve never had to deal with before!!! 
before this, the longest thing i’d ever written was 50,000 words, which i’d done twice as apart of nanowrimo, but i never actually finished the works to a point that i was satisfied with lol i just kinda threw down 50k and was like I’M DONE IM NEVER OPENING THIS GOOGLE DOC EVER AGAIN EVEN IF IT MEANS SITTING UNFINISHED FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY
with nsm, i figured out around chapter 4 or 5 that i should actually start planning where i wanted this to go, bc originally i only wrote the first chapter and then i was like ‘huh okay maybe if people are interested i’ll get this done in another freakishly long chapter or a few short chapters or w/e’. so i started messaging debi (@debusya ) about things like ‘okay how are we eventually gonna take down the squip? how do i want the reveal to go?? how do i get this oddly specific scene that isn’t relevant but i really really want to include to fit?? and debi (t god for debi) read every chapter and every 238597239857-message (like double message except there was 2348327429837 of them in a row) of me freakin out and helped me work through it
it was a lot of me floundering around and every time i sat down to write the next chapter i was like ‘FUCK I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS IS GOING I FEEL LIKE I BARELY HAVE A HANDHOLD ON THIS FIC AND SOON ENOUGH PEOPLE ARE GONNA START NOTICING AND STOP READING AND CALL ME A FRAUD’ 
so then when i was writing chapter 9, i paused for a minute and actually outlined every chapter with plot points and certain bits of dialogue and where it was gonna end. and i was like YES OK FINALLY SOMETHING MAKES SENSE 
and then when i was writing chapter 10/11 i completely fucking threw most of it out the window. (originally, chapter 11 took place in jeremy’s room and it was just him moping and then christine was gonna burst in and put him in his place. i had also planned originally for jeremy and michael’s Big Adult Conversation to take place in the middle of the street as michael was trying to leave for school, and and michael got a lot angrier a lot quicker) but i kinda realized as i was writing the actual chapter that a) i wanted jeremy to be Super Guilty About The Bus and go way harder than he should trying to make up for it, and b) that wasn’t really what michael would do lol considering how he reacted in the musical although to be honest c) i could still easily have gone with that route and been fine with it which leads me to d) this fic is still mostly me just screaming into google docs like ‘FUCK I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS IS GOING I FEEL LIKE I BARELY HAVE A HANDHOLD ON THIS FIC ETC ETC’) 
so now i have this literal actual fucking 13 page outline of this fic sitting in google docs that i’ve mostly ended up ignoring. it’s still good to have it tho because i’m still sticking to it KIND OF in the sense it’s helping/has helped me figure out things like ‘where is this scene gonna take place’ ‘when am i gonna remind people about a certain plot point that i haven’t mentioned in a few chapters’ ‘okay lets bring back this certain part of jeremy’s life bc he’s got a lot going on and i’ve gotta try and make them all seem equally relevant bc they are (aka his Fighting Crime vs High School vs Home Life vs Whatever Else Problem of The Week)’ 
but i have drastically changed the way things like  ‘what’s gonna happen to the squip’ and ‘what’s gonna happen with jenna (yes she’s coming back)’ and ‘how this whole thing is gonna actually end’
i REALLY didn’t expect it to turn into this monster 60k+ thing. and honestly to me it feels like a Mess thats held together through sheer force of will and duct tape and super glue that i’m slowly trying to turn into something coherent but i know most of how messy it seems is in my own head, so every time people comment or kudos or w/e i get SUPER HAPPY bc it makes me feel so much better about this whole thing!! so again, thank u for ur kind words
but yeah, there are still a few things i’ve KINDA figured out but need to mention a few times more before i close the plot line bc i realized i only included them like once or twice and i’m like ‘yikes that’s too important to only be mentioned once!’
tl;dr: i had a 13 page outline that i’ve mostly scrapped and so i plan mostly by screaming to debi over facebook while she calls me out on my shitty ideas until i come up with something decent
this answer was SO MUCH LONGER than what u probably wanted but im a pretentious douchebag who loves talking about writing and The Process, and also its really important to me that people know that writing is really fuckin hard bc whenever people come to me like ‘ugh i wish i could write as well as u’ i FLIP bc i never want to be one of those people who’s like, wrapped in silk with a fountain pen sipping champagne being like ‘ah yes writing is a gift the gods have granted me with i am just a slave to the muse’ bc that’s not true lol muse is 1% of this whole thing. the rest of it is crying into google docs, which is COMPLETELY. ATTAINABLE. 
that probs didn’t make any sense but uh here have an actual fucking essay on how i plan things and yeah!!! pls feel free to ask more questions like this if this answer didn’t completely scare u off lolol i love going in depth about things i feel like nobody cares about
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