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pashminalamb · 3 years

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♱ 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡

♱ Pairings : Sanzu Haruchiyo x fem! reader (Haru are reader are 16 to 17 at the start of the fic, idway they’re 19, timeskip! Bonten! Haru x reader they are 27)

♱ Warnings : Violence, crude language and graphic depiction of blood (duh it's Sanzu), Sanzu being a sadistic shit in a way?, mentions of sexual abuse (but not quite elaborated just the threats of it), mentions of blood, mentions of suicide (on reader's end), mentions of killing people and drug abuse (cause duh it's Sanzu)

♱ Tags : SFW

If you don't like it, then don't read it.

Tone : Angst to fluff

Synopsis : After saving an unconscious boy from a gang scuffle, you learned his name was Akashi Haruchiyo. With your friendship coming to a turn and you leaving for the states, you made a final promise to him that you would always be by his side. Unanswered phone calls along with his disappearance for 3 years, yet you still continued to look for him. On a fateful day, you did run into him but not a way of what you had in mind. As you learnt more about Haru, you look back on your conversations and time with him. Was the really the Akashi Haruchiyo you knew or would you face the wrath of Sanzu that was secretly hidden?

♱ note : So I deleted the first part and had some time to kill... and I made it into a oneshot! And I do plan on working for a series, but that would probably be uploaded on ao3 or here, can't say... But anyway... Surprise cherubs! The parts came in early... I was gonna write some smut, but I just wanted to keep it wholesome. I hope you enjoy reading the new version of blood diamond! I will also be taking a break for a couple of days, but my next oneshot would probably be an idea I have for Fushiguro Megumi... maybe ଘ(˵╹-╹)

I know I will be back to edit this later.

Amount written : 6.9k words

Do not copy, repost or edit my works. That includes the idea of it too.

“Ne ne Kita? One of the students in our year was beaten up yesterday. And guess what” one of the students quipped.

“What what?” came eager voices

“It was by a gang” he excitedly replied.

“Ehhh maji?” The girl questioned in a non believing tone.

“I heard he was a second year which means he’s one of us. Goes by the name ‘Sanzu’. Even though he does go to our school, highly likely if we know him. He doesn’t come for class neither does he make an appearance for exams. Sounds more like a deadbeat gang member unlike the other loud pricks that roam around the hallways of our school” one of the boys in the group said.

“Looks like along with him the reputation of our school would also go down. Looks like I’d have to tell okaasan to pull me out early” one of the girls responded.

Hearing them, you remembered the discussion teachers were having in the staff room when you went to keep assignments on their desk. The number of delinquents had been growing slowly, eating away at the school’s reputation. The most notorious cases had been in and around parks and empty grounds at night. Thinking back to the teacher’s comment, you wondered why they wouldn’t be involved in the life of a delinquent. Sure, it was tempting to not live by the rules… but wouldn’t it better to have something consistent that’s worth depending on like an actual job rather than running circles, breaking the law and eventually running away from it?

“Oi errand girl” one of the boys called out.

Those three words were enough to break you out of your daze and brought you back to harsh reality.

“Go get me some juice” Kawasaki said. “Oh… and you’ll be paying for it” he added with a sinister smile.

Getting up from your desk, you made your way to the konbini which was the closest to school. Buying 8 drinks, you made your way through the lonely street. Turning around the corner, you could hear sounds of people fighting. Peeking from a wall, you saw a young boy with rose pink hair being beaten into the ground.

“Think ya could take us in one go ha?” the man straddling him said as he held the boy by his collar.

“Don’t fucking forget. You’re a Toman reject” he said as he carved into the boy’s with his knife while his other two henchmen laughed.

“Yametekudasai” you screamed as you ran towards the unconscious boy and the trio who pinned him down to the dusty floor of the street.

“Ha? Do you want to get beat up too lil girl?” He said with a sneer as he got up from the unconscious boy and walked over to you. Thinking fast you looked at the boy. What possible excuse could you come with in order to get him and you out of the terrible situation.

“Our sensei sent me to go search for him. He said he had detention after school and sent me to go fetch him. I promise you we won’t trouble you any further. Just give me the boy and I’ll be on my way” you said in a hurry, wiping the sweat away from your face.

“Hm… you think that is a good enough excuse for me to let you go?” He said before looking down at the bag.

“You’ll probably have to give me something else in return” he added with a smirk.

“You can have my money and the juice I bought. Just please give him to me. And we’ll be on our way to school” you replied quickly, opening the bag in front of him to prove your point.

You felt your skin break into a cold sweat. It was no rumor what these gangs were capable of and what they would do to an unarmed woman. You felt your hands shake as you held the bag out to the leader of the trio. The leader stared into your eyes and smiled widely as he breathed in the scene of your fear.

“Ayyyy not bad huh. I was gettin thirsty and I could do with some money too” one of his henchmen said throwing his arm around your shoulder.

“You take those. I wanna have some fun with this one right here” the perpetrator said as he snatched the bag from your hand and threw it to one of his henchmen. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards him “I’ll have fun breaking you”

The unconscious boy stood up, kicking the perpetrator at the back of his knees. Letting go of your hand, you grabbed a piece of wood that laid against the wall of if the alleyway and hit it on the face of one of his henchmen while the boy punched the other in his face.

Thanking your stars and relieved by your luck, you dragged the limping boy into the nearest store and hid behind an array of shelves.

“Did you see them?” The leader asked.

“I think they ran ahead” his henchmen said as the ran across the store.

After waiting for twenty minutes and feeling confident they were gone, you threw his arm around your shoulder and dragged him to the Nurse’s office at school. Luckily, there was no one there to answer as you called out for the nurse which made it clear that the room was empty.

Grabbing the first aid kit from the cupboard, you dipped the cotton in antiseptic and dabbed them around the corners of his mouth where there had been a lot of blood. Fucking psychopaths. Even though it was shallow and not in need of stitches, the wound would definitely lead to a scar How could anyone even think of hurting another person this?

Feeling tears come to the corner of your eyes, you put the cotton down and looked at his breathing chest. At least he’s alive. It could’ve been worse had you not made in time… but you’d till couldn’t help the feeling of sadness and what if’s that played in your mind. Staring at his uniform, you could tell he was from a gang. ‘Toman’ huh… you tore your gaze away from the golden ,enters on his uniform to his face, only to find yourself staring into his blue orbs. You gasped while taking a step back. Using his elbows, he grunted in pain.

“Don’t get up. And don’t try to talk either. I’ll be right back” you said as you ran out of the nurse’s office and made your way to the classroom to grab your backpack.

“Oi errand girl. Where the fuck have you been”

Maybe you could pay them back some other day. Pushing Kawasaki aside, you ran back to the nurse’s office to see the said boy sitting against the wall.

Taking the strawberry milkbox, you handed it to him.

“Drink this. I would’ve offered you my bento, but you can’t move the corners of your mouth. Liquid foods till your wound heals up. Meet me here during recess so that I can see the progress of it. And before you ask, you can’t come to the nurse cause if she finds out, you might be taken to the higher authorities and possibly expelled when they find out you’re in a gang unless you have money who are rich bastards at school like Kawasaki. Taking care of your wounds at home is something I don’t trust you with, cause you seem reckless and a person with rough hands. Besides, my okasaan is experienced in this. I’ve seen her do it multiple times with me as a child. Sl don’t worry…” you said with a smile.

“You’re in good hands. I didn’t get your name though… would you write it down here?” You said as you handed him your notebook and pen

With slow and steady movements, he wrote in messy Kanji

“Akashi Haruchiyo”

“Oi errand girl. Watch where you’re fucking going. My uniform costs more than your fucking rent” one of the schoolboys said as you were pushed into the shoe locker after school.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again” you said as you bowed your head down, eager to leave the place, not wanting to go attract attention towards the scene.

“Fucking pathetic” he said as he turned his back towards back towards you and continued to make his way to the hall.

Getting your teeth and clenching your fists by your side, you raised your head up. Taking a deep breath you opened your locker, taking out your outdoor shoes, ready to meet Haruchiyo at your usual place.

Stopping by the konbini, you picked up some soda and popsicles before meeting him at the dock.

“Why did you let him go?” You heard a voice near you as you were paying for the bill ont he counter before taking your bought goods.

“Haru! Bikirishita!” You said aloud.

Sitting on the dock, you took a sip of your soda before turning to face him.

“I see your scars have healed well… seems like my assistance isn’t needed any longer huh” you said with a sad smile as you gently moved back and forth to see the pale patches of skin that adorned the corners of his mouth. Your remark and gaze caused his line of sight to fall from your’s to the soda can that was unopened in his hands.

“What’s so good about them anyway? I could argue and say that it’s just skin… but I don’t like seeing a permanent reminder of how it is. Neither do I like it when other members of Toman stare at me for it” he said.

“I think they look like diamonds” you said as your eyes traced the shape of the scar.

“Diamonds?” He asked with his blue eyes widening.

“Yeah… like the ones you see on playing cards?” You said as you looked at him. Hearing a small chuckle, you nearly spat out your drink.

“Did you just laugh?” You said with a surprised expression. Your words silenced him and the silence was broken with the sound of the opening of a can. Feeling the breeze in your face and watching the sun set, you threw your head back and groaned.

“Nanda?” You heard Haru say.

“Ever wondered about what you’d want to do in the future?” You asked as you stared at the dark sky above you. Glancing at Haru, you saw him shrug with a casual “Betsuni”

“Hmm…” you replied back as you saw dark clouds pass through the night sky.

“Why do the kids call ‘errand girl’?” He asked suddenly. Taking a sigh you replied

“Okaasan works as a house keeper in Kawasaki’s house. Under contract, I was allowed to go to school with him. But apparently, my identity as someone’s daughter speaks instead of my grades and hard work”.

“Then why don’t you fight back?” Haru asked.

“Okaasan goes through a lot of hardships to earn our keep. I’m not about to let some stupid 18 year old with a silver spoon stuck in his mouth tell me how I should be when all he knows is money and being spoiled by his elders. Besides, it’s only of a matter of a year anyway before we go to university. Time flies by really quickly and I plan on becoming a doctor… maybe get out of the country? I want to be able to live a life of luxury… ever wonder what that’s like?” You said in return as you raised your hand to the sky.

“Must be nice to want something” Haru said as he gave a subtle smile towards you.

“The number of days you have is the same as stars in the sky Haru. Maybe once in a while, your chance would come riding on a shooting star, where you would know what you want. Until then, there is plenty of time. I’m curious to see what future Haru looks like though… would you continue to be ‘Sanzu’ or would you actually be ‘Akashi Haruchiyo’?” You said as you looked at him.

“Hard to say… you might end up getting what you wished for. Knowing you, you would tell me to have my identity, but knowing me for the past 18 years… I would follow Mikey wherever he goes” he said as he threw the can into the ocean.

“Haru don’t litter!” You scolded him. Chuckling, he stuck out his tongue while getting up and broke into a light run before turning back and smiling, indicating for you to chase him.

“Bakachiyo. Get back here!” You shouted as you got up to run after him.

“Who did this?” Haru asked as he grabbed your bruised hand.

“It’s nothing Haru. I just bumped on the kitchen counter on the way to school” you said as you tried to cover your forearm with your school uniform.

“For fucks sake (Y/N) I work in a gang. You think I’m stupid that I can’t tell between a bruise from an object and from a person?!” He yelled. Even though his expression was hidden by his long locks and a mask, this was the most angry you had seen Haru. He was usually calm with his composure and it was surprising to see him this furious.

“I’ll find the bastard. And I’ll make sure he pays the price for it” he said as he turned to the school exit. Grabbing his arm, you held him back.

“We’re only four days away from graduation Haru. Please don’t be reckless. I won’t let people remember you as a person out for blood. Please let them see Akashi Haruchiyo and not a member of an infamous gang. I know you have a change of heart when it comes to Toman… but can we keep Toman you aside from the other you?” You asked him in a small voice as you let your tears fall onto the marble floor.

“Fine. Until graduation. Till then, I’ll behave” he said as he clasped his hand with your’s.

“I have a place where we should go” you said as you pulled his hand, telling him to follow you. Reaching in front of the large building, you said with a laugh

“Tadaa”

“The mall?” He asked with a bored expression.

“Well… there was something I wanted to buy you. Think of it as a graduation present… but I needed to see if you would like it or not” you said as you stared at your shoes embarrassed.

“Surprise me” he said.

“What?” You asked while blinking at him.

“Surprise me”

“Open it” you said as you shoved the gift into Haru’s waiting hands. Opening the box and moving the butter paper, Haru eyes widened as he stared at the content of the box. Unfolding the cloth, he realized it was a scarf. It had the portrait of the king of hearts on it. The cloth was smooth and it had bright but subtle colors. Haru ran his hand through the scarf in admiration.

“Ahh… I hope you like it… it did cost me a fortune… but I managed it with saving my money and getting part time jobs. I’m sorry for missing out on the times we had Haru… I-”

“Kirei. Omae onaji da” he said as he chuckled. You shuffled bashfully at the compliment and felt heat pour out of your ears.

“I got you something too” he said as he held out a box in front of you.

Opening it, your eyes widened and your mouth left a gasp, surprised at the object inside the box. Pressing the back of your hand into you rough to muffle a choked sob, you picked up the stethoscope from the box.

“Why are you crying? Did you not like-” Haru asked as his blue eyes widened at your expression.

“No! I love it! This means so much to me Haru… apart from you and okaasan, no one really believes that I can actually have my dream. This means so much to me. I told you my dream just once and you actually believe that I can do it. I can actually do it. Do you know how much it means in the world to someone when they’re told they can achieve anything by someone else? I now have a permanent reminder of it. Thank you so much Haru. Every time I lose hope, I’ll remember to look at this on my desk. And if you ever need to be treated, then you know where to stop by” you said with a laugh as you wiped away the tears streaming down your face.

Pulling you in for a hug, Haru breathed in your scent, pressing your head into his shoulder.

“H-Haru?” You asked as you clung to his uniform.

“Will you leave me?” He asked in a broken voice, realizing that these were your last moments together before you left for the states to study.

“Never. I’ll always be beside you. Even though I am far away, I’ll be always be there when you need me the most” you said as you rubbed his back. He gently titled your face by placing his hand under your chin. Before you could question him, you felt your voice silenced by his lips pressing against your’s. Feeling his tongue danced with your’s you pulled his head back to stare at his beautiful blue orbs.

“Call me when you reach”

“The number you have called is currently unavailable. You will be directed to voicemail *beep*”

Sighing deeply, you’d eat your phone on your desk as you stared out into the night.

“Where are you Haru?” You said to no one. Haru had not picked up his phone in last 8 years. Yet everyday, you tried to call him. Making trips to Japan, you wandered streets in search of him, only to be yelled at the turned away by people. No one knew who was Akashi Haruchiyo. At the start of your shift to the states, calling Haru was easy. But soon, days turned into weeks, which turned into months and then a year. The boy you once knew was erased and no where to be found. You were broken from your train of thoughts but the sound of your phone ringing.

“Doctor. You have get here fast. It’s an emergency and we’re losing out on blood” Making a dash for your coat, you slammed the door on your way out of the house and revved up the engine of your car.

Reaching the hospital, you were shocked to find the door of the room the receptionist directed you towards to be torn off it’s hinges. Your assistant and a nurse were found dead on the floor and a hulking figure hovered over the unconscious man on the bed.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you get away. Bastard” he laughed sadistically. Squinting your eyes, you saw long locks of familiar pink hair.

“Ha-Haru?” You said in a shaky voice while grabbing a fistful of your scrub in fear.

The figure turned around, and your eyes widened at the sight of diamond shaped scars at corners of the said figure’s mouth. Trailing your eyes from his lips, you gasped in fear at the blood that stained his cheeks. Meeting his eyes, you saw a maniacal expression with his pupils dilated.

“Wh-wha” you said as you took a step back from him.

“Ah… you’re alive?” He said with a maniacal smile. Dropping the collar of the unconscious man, he moved towards you. Taking steps back, you tripped and fell to the floor. Haru stared down at you with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“How… why are you here?” You asked as you stared up at him. Giving a deep chuckle, he dropped something on the floor.

“Don’t have time to play around right now (Y/N). Maybe we can have a play date some other time. This” he said as he stomped his foot near the object he dropped.

“Would tell you where to find me. See ya then!” He said as he walked through the hall of the hospital. Watching his retreating figure turn to the corner of the hallway, you looked at the object he dropped. It was a playing card.

Turning it over, you saw it was the ace of diamonds.

“Meet at the mall, Friday at midnight. Come alone or else there will be a price to pay - Sanzu” the card said.

Gritting your teeth, you clenched your fist and whispered

“Who are you and what did you do to Akashi Haruchiyo?”

“Did you happen to know the man who was there in the room with a gun? Pink hair, Blue eyes, scars on either side of his mouth?” You asked the nurses and doctors in the room as you crossed your arms and leaned back into the chair.

“He just told us to move. And if we got in his way, he’d shoot us” Dr. Miyamura said as he adjusted his glasses. Humming deep in thought you looked around the room.

“Tell me this. How did Haru find the patient in the first place? Who went to pick the patient up after answering the call?” You asked as you looked around the room.

“Are you trying to tell me that there was a traitor among us Dr. (Y/L/N)?” Dr. Miyamura said with a slight chuckle towards your question.

“Riddle me this. Since I was called on emergency regarding the patient, I wouldn’t know what kind of injuries they suffered. Highly doubt a gang member made a report cause when it comes down it, if the patient was a member of the gang and got hurt, they would’ve taken them for healing into their own space. If the member was a traitor, they would’ve killed him cause that’s what most gangs in Japan have as one of their unspoken rules. So, this proves the fact that the report was made by a civilian. Now what doesn’t make sense to me and rather leaves me unsettled is the fact of how the pink haired man came into a particular room of a particular hospital? Tailing medics in the van with the patient would’ve caused him to jump early and by now there would have been newspapers stating that there was an accident on the highway and people in the van were found dead” you reasoned and said these words out loud for everyone in the room to hear.

“So yes, Dr. Miyamura. There was a traitor among us” you said while getting up from your chair with force. Looking around the room, your eyes fixed on the cctv that was on the edge of the room. Smirking, you made your way out of the room and headed to your office. If there was a traitor in the room, they would’ve seen your act of looking towards the ceiling. Packing up your belongings including a taser, you made your way to the control room where recordings of people in the hospital would be there. You had to stay in the room till nightfall to make sure the perpetrator would appear.

It was nightfall when you found the footage. Going through it, you couldn’t see the face of the nurse, but you did find it suspicious that they were heading into an empty hallway only to find Haru make a scene at the entrance of the hospital mere minutes later. Hearing footsteps approach the door, you quickly deleted closed the file and hid away in the dark corners of the room. Hearing the click of the door, you stayed still, digging your hand into your pocket, holding the taser. The figure had their back turned towards you and were going through the files.

Making your way from the corner, you twisted their arm in a lock and held the taser close to their neck.

“Don’t move. Or I’ll have you tased” you said. Hearing a slight chuckle, you dug the head of your taser into their neck to prove your point.

“Talk. Who did you call?” You asked. Laughing the perpetrator said

“The person you’re dealing with is the most dangerous one from Bonten (Y/N) san” he said in a raspy voice.

“Miyamura?” Your eyes widened in surprise, recognizing his voice.

“Sonotori desu” he said with a chuckle. Hitting him at the back of the head, you made him unconscious. Dragging his figure to the supply closet, you dropped him on the bed near the window of the room. Switching on the lights, you pulled belts from either side of the bed and strapped him down. Grabbing a chair, you waited for him to wake.

“Ore… doko da?” Miyamura said as he blinked his eyes, trying to get used to the hazy vision that came with him being knocked out.

“Doko demo iie. Now tell me. Who are the Bonten?” You asked while standing near his bed. He threw his head back and laughed.

“You think I would tell you?”

“Kosuke. If that’s even your real name… did you happen to forget that I’m a doctor?” You asked lifting a scalpel. Dragging it towards the corner of his head.

“They say the head and spinal cord at the most sensitive areas of your body. But I’ll get to that after I’m done with dealing with your femur and groin since that this what’s the most valuable to man… Am I correct?” You whispered into his ear.

Dragging the scalpel along his clothed thigh, you cut the cloth. Using the tip to prick his skin, you said “I’m a doctor Kosuke. Blood and hearing a person yell comes with the job. Don’t confuse me for a psychopath cause that’s what your kind does” you said as you lifted the scalpel high into the air. Trying to break free from being strapped down, Miyamura’s eyes widened as your hands came crashing down with the scalpel.

“I’ll Tell!” He screamed as your hands stopped mere centimeters away from his thigh. Grabbing his face you said, “I see you’ve a made a wise choice. Now tell me what is Bonten and for long has Sanzu been a part of it?”

You felt numb and shocked to know how Haru had become over the years. Had he truly fallen so far as a human to commit such gruesome events? Pressing the button to your floor, you saw the elevator doors close. Being unable to keep your eyes open, you decided to take a nap once you reached home. It had been a stressful night with finding the perpetrator, getting information, processing it and calling the cops with a charge of hospital malpractice and breach of confidentiality.

Crashing on your bed, the last thought you had was about seeing Haru. You woke up later to the sound of your alarm. Turning it off, you stared at your screen ‘Friday 9pm’. Realizing that you had to meet Haru at theI mall, you threw on your shirt with jogging pants and a parka. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you accepted your fate of possibly not coming back after your meet with Haru. Taking your black cap off the hook, and your keys, you closed the door and headed for the mall.

The mall looked broken and empty. According to the news, there had been a blast in the very same place about a year ago and it would undergo reconstruction. Looking at the broken windows, you remembered the day you bought the scarf for Haru. Working part time jobs and coming late to your meetings with Haru brought a smile to your face.

“You’re 15 minutes early” a voice came from behind you. As you turned your head the voice said “Don’t you dare turn around. Not yet at least” with a chuckle “Walk up the stairs and go the store you bought my scarf. But before that, throw your phone on the ground”

Taking your phone out, you placed in the ground.

“Good. Forward march” he said. Climbing up the steps, you made it the fourth floor and went into the store which was once surrounded by scarves.

“You can turn around now”

Taking slow and steady steps, you turned around to face the man you once knew. Taking a seat, he gestured you to do the same. Sitting far away from him, you looked at your feet. Hearing the crack of a pill, you watched him sprinkle the powder on his tongue before throwing the dissolvable plastic aside.

“Are you a corpse or are you a person? I came here to talk ” He said as he looked at you. Taking a note of his complexion, you noticed bags under his eyes and pupils dilated. His skin looked a sickly pale.

“What happened Haru?” You said as you grit your teeth. Your question was only met with the crack of another pill.

“What do you mean what happened (Y/N)? You’re pretty fucking dumb to not see anything around you” he said with a dark laugh.

“Why are you being like this?!” You screamed. “After disappearing on me for eight years, not answering my calls or texts, is this what I get?! What the fuck were you doing all this time Haru?” You yelled as you got up from your chair.

The sound of a gun rang in the air at the end of your sentence.

“Know your place (Y/N). That was a warning shot. I could take your life this fucking moment and no one would be able to find you. Not the police, not your family either. You’re a numbskull for a fucking doctor. It’s even a wonder how a pitiful person like you even made it this far to find me. I’ve chosen my path (Y/N). Nothing you say can change that and neither can you fucking stop me in the future too. Wherever Mikey goes, I follow. Even if it is the darkest pits of hell” he said as he held the gun a few meters away from you.

“Bonten is what you chose huh… what happened to waiting for me?” You said felt tears sting your eyes.

You heard a cackle around the room at your question. Coming to a stop, Haru’s eyes were wide as he stared at you.

“That Haru is dead (Y/N). You’re even lucky that I let you live. Small fries like you are fish bait in godowns that were once a part of Bonten. If I don’t spare people who work under me what makes you think I’ll spare you? And then you talk about me waiting for you and being your lover” he said as he continued to laugh.

“The man I know is Akashi Haruchiyo. The man I once knew was a friend of mine” you said as you took a step.

“The man I once knew was saved by me from a gang. He calls me pitiful for being that way, but I’ll never forget that incident as long as I live”. You took another step.

“The man I once knew has scars on the corners of his mouth. He used to feel ashamed about them… but it made think of diamonds every time I saw them. It’s what makes him even more beautiful”. You took another step.

“His baby blue eyes would shine anytime I said they looked like diamonds… I remember the day he got protective over me. He saw my bruised hand and scolded me for it. He threatened to find the boy who hurt me and kill him. But I said no. That day made my heart skip a beat and I realized that I couldn’t see him as a friend anymore… but I kept it all in” you said as you moved your foot forward to take another step.

“Stop right there or I’ll shoot” he said, placing his finger on the trigger. Taking slow and steady steps with shaky breaths you said

“On the day we graduated, he told me to surprise him with a gift I wanted to give him. I got him a scarf which would hopefully remind him of me. He got me a stethoscope. Even though I told him only once I wanted to become a doctor, he remembered it. It’s a gift I would never forget and it sits in a case in my office. He helped me save lives of people even though I was far away and he was here. With the last kiss he gave me, he told me that he would wait for me. And I promised I would be beside him” you said as stopped at gunpoint.

“But little did I know that the man I love was stuck in a hellhole while I was away. Abusing drugs, killing people and living his life where each day could be his last. It hurt me so much that the man I love is taking lives away and is happy to see his hands coated in blood of innocent people while my hands are the same, struggling to save their lives in an operating room. It hurt me so much I couldn’t breathe when I saw him standing over an unarmed man, ready to take his life like it was snatching candy from a child” you said as you pressed your forehead against the gun.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you Haru. I’m sorry that you are this way when I should’ve been there to save you. I should have been there to stop you. Even though you were under Mucho-san, according to what Miyamura told me, I’m equally to blame for being unable to pull you out of it cause I made a promise that I would be by your side. But I broke a promise and people paid for it. Ne, Haru, can I ask you one last thing before you decide?” You said as you held his hand with the gun as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Have you ever thought of me from the years that went by? Have you ever thought about finding me as much as I tried finding you?”

Your question was again met only with silence.

“You’re still very handsome Haru. You’ve aged quite well from a boy I once loved to a man I still love and would go to the ends of earth for. I would have loved to spend time with you, but my time is up. I looked at myself in the mirror once last time knowing that there was a possibility of me not coming back in one piece. I’m glad though… and now that I’ve seen you and I’m happy you’re alive, I don’t really have anything left. You were the only friend I made in school and Okaasan isn’t there anymore… colon cancer took her away from me. I tried telling you this years ago… but after your silence, I realized how lonely I had become. Children would come into my office and grab candy from the bowl I keep …and that gave me joy… but there was a feeling of emptiness cause everyday I would hope. That you would burst through my office door and take me the dock with sodas from the konbini… but this is how we meet. I really want to go back to those times… but no matter how I hard I try I know I can’t. So what’s the point anymore? And you’ve made up your mind about not needing me anymore…” you said as your tears hit the floor while you pressed your forehead into the mouth of the gun.

“I can’t be vengeful… I can’t be angry. If only I stayed and saved you from falling into all this. Even though I hate so fucking much point I want to slap you, my love for you would always be stronger which is why I’m holding back” taking a deep breath you sniffled.

“Aishiteru… Son'nani. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side” you said as you pressed the trigger of the gun with your finger pressing into his.

*BANG*

You felt a pain on your shoulder. Opening your eyes, you saw turned around and saw the bullet lodged into the opposite wall. Looking down at your arm, you saw blood stream from your wound.

“Are you fucking idiot?!” Haru screamed. Staring at his face, you could see his eyes bloodshot and tears flowing down his chin, falling onto the tips of his leather shoes. Turning your head, you saw his hand shake while holding the gun.

“Haru?” You said in a shaky voice.

Dropping the gun, he pulled out the scarf in his pocket and wrapped it around your bleeding shoulder tightly. Tying the cloth into a knot he pulled you into him by the end of the cloth strings. You could feel his form shake against you as he held your head, nuzzling it into his chest while his other pressed your back against him.

“How fucking dare you. How fucking dare you pull shit like that!” He screamed as he cried. Using your other hand, you rubbed circles into his back.

“Did you really want to go into an early grave? You think I could handle seeing you as a corpse? Huh?!” He sobbed as he pulled at your parka. “Drugs are only way I can see you. When I’m sober, reality hits like a fucking bus knowing that you’re not there. Having Mikey so broken that he turns his back when I shoot people makes me think about you. And it hurts. It hurts so fucking much knowing how disappointed you would be with me. I even killed fucking Mucho. I feel like I’m going insane (Y/N). I thought about you every day, dove. Every fucking day” he said as he pulled back. Staring into your eyes, you could see how red and angry they were. Taking your cap off and looking at you clearly, he feel to the floor and pulled you down with him. Pulling you into his lap, he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours. Taking shaky breaths, he t go of your parka and held your face to make himself realize that you were here and you were real. You could hear his grit his teeth and let out a voice of pain.

“Were you really happy about dying? Were you going to leave me with telling me how much you love and not hear a fucking reply back? Did you really think I was gonna kill you?” He asked in a broken voice as his shoulders shook from violent sobs that racked his body.

“I didn’t want to see a world with you painted in red Haru. I knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to join a gang and it was common at the time. But heinous crimes? Murder? Prostitution? Smuggling? Were those the heights you were aiming for? How did I not see all this? How… how did I not know about all this. Putting me out of my misery sounded more easier than living with the regret that I am to blame as well” you said as you felt your shoulders relax and your grip on Haru become loose as you let it fall to your side.

Taking your hands into his, he softly kissed the tip of each finger

“I might be a selfish man. But I’m not that selfish to keep you away from your calling. Saving people was your’s. Getting rid of them was mine. You don’t have to feel responsible about what I do. I chose to follow through with it. You gave me an alternative years ago where you asked me what I’d want to do going ahead. I had plenty of time to think about it. And going with Mikey is what I chose. You don’t have to take the blame Dove. If anyone is to blame t should me. I didn’t tell you where I went, if I was alive… I was just satisfied about you crumbling on your knees when you couldn’t find me. I thought it would teach you your lesson to be involved with me. Thought I would scare you off. But looks like it only led to you wanting to die by my hands” he said as he sniffled.

“I wouldn’t be able to bear it if I found my hands red with your blood dove. No matter how many drugs I take. No matter how many drinks I have. No matter how many people I kill. I wouldn’t be able to erase the thought that you weren’t fucking there anymore. Having you far away from but still breathing was enough to let me know that I can survive without you. You mean so much to me. So fucking much p” he said as he leaned in to kiss you. You could feel passion flow through him as you he tilted your head back and held you gently by your throat. His thumb moved in shooting circles on your pulse as hummed into the kiss.

Pulling back he rocked you back and forth into his figure while kissing the crown of your head.

“(Y/N)” he said breaking the silence.

“Hm?” You asked in a muffled voice.

“Aishiteru. Ore no diamond no joō”

There were a lot of things to be settled and said that night. But it could wait. The only sound you needed was of his heartbeat. It was enough to know he was with you and you had never felt more alive.

Looking down at you as you nuzzled into his chest, Haru felt his lips turn into a soft smile. When he was around you, there was no Sanzu. He was just… Haru. Your diamond in the rough… your, Haru.

Bonus : "I got your scarf dirty"

"Doesn't matter. Person who gave me the scarf is alive and that's the real pill"

"Don't use me as a drug reference. My shoulder will scar though... bye sleeveless shirts"

"You look beautiful in every way dove. Wasureruna"

Ne ne Kita? : Hey, Hey did you hear?

maji? : Really?

okaasan : Mother/ Mom

konbini : Japanese convenience store

Yametekudasai : Please stop ( and not in that tone ya pervs =_=)

Bikirishita : You surprised me

Nanda : What

Betsuni : Don't really know/ care

Kirei : Pretty

Omae onaji da : Same as you

Sonotori desu : That's right

Ore… doko da : Where am I?

Doko demo iie : Wherever, you're fine (in this reference)

Aishiteru… Son Nani : I love you so much

Aishiteru. Ore no diamond no joō : I love you. My queen of diamonds

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writerofthecourt · 3 years

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ushijima, sakusa, iwaizumi, and shirabu being protective of their mute!girlfriend

warning: some bullying and harassment, very slight time skip spoilers, slight mention of injury and blood

a/n: for you, anon! i hope you guys enjoy

EDIT: this is a reupload because tumblr kept deleting me from the tags

ushijima wakatoshi

honestly, you guys were a weird couple

ushijima’s a man of few words, while you’re a person of no words

tendou was 100% convinced that you guys had some weird couples’ telepathy going on

(no one tell him that it’s just text messages and a pen and paper)

for the most part, everybody at shiratorizawa was cool with your relationship

everyone except for ushijima’s fangirls

“i don’t know what he sees in her. she’s not even that pretty”

“maybe he likes charity cases”

you ignored the two girls as they followed after you, your indifferent attitude only further fuelling their anger

“oi, [l/n]. don’t ignore us. you really think you’re too good for us just because you’re dating ushijima-kun?”

“he’s probably just taking pity on you since no one else would want your mute self”

their insults didn’t stop, not even as you approached the gym

“why does ushijima-kun even bother with you?”

“yeah, he would be so much better off without you”

it was at this time that ushijima had just returned from refilling his water bottle and happened to overhear the conversation

“i’d have to disagree with you,” your boyfriend proclaimed

“u-ushijima-kun, where did you come from?” one of the girls stuttered

“[y/n] is a wonderful person, and i’m lucky to have her,” ushijima continued unwaveringly. “i don’t agree with your comments. apologize to [y/n] at once”

at this point, the two girls knew that there was no winning in this situation

they exchanged a nervous glance with one another before hastily throwing out an apology. “s-sorry, [l/n]”

you tried not to smirk as the two girls quickly walked away, embarrassed that their idol had seen them in such a bad light

you sent your boyfriend an appreciative smile before he happily took a hold of your hand and led you towards the gym

in conclusion: no words were needed when the two of you were together

sakusa kiyoomi

when news broke out that you and sakusa were dating, sakusa was livid

not only was it an invasion of privacy, but the fact that it was atsumu’s fault made sakusa even more mad

the idiot forgot to crop you and sakusa out of the background of his stupid selfie

#sakusaandmysterywoman started trending online before sakusa had to eventually tell everyone the truth

“[y/n]’s my girlfriend. leave us alone,” was all sakusa tweeted before social media caught on fire and exploded

like with any celebrity dating scandal, there was some backlash from the fans, especially from the crazy ones who accused you of stealing away their precious omi-kun

eventually, everything settled down, and the fans became a lot more supportive of you and sakusa’s relationship

this led sakusa to being more comfortable about sharing pieces of his relationship with you online

although he was clearly happy, this didn’t stop his overzealous fans from constantly insulting you

“why does [y/n] never say anything when omi-omi gives her a compliment?”

“ngl [y/n] seems kind of rude. i feel like sakusa deserves better”

“omi-kun should be with someone who’s actually worthy of him. [y/n] ain’t it chief”

the only reason why sakusa didn’t respond to any of these people was because you told him not to, and he wanted to respect your wishes

it wasn’t until an especially concerning tweet about a fan “paying you a visit” that sakusa finally had to put a stop to all of this nonsense

“to anyone insulting or even going as far as to threaten my girlfriend, just stop. if you can’t support my decision, then i don’t need you. you are not a ‘true’ fan. i love [y/n], and i’m happy with her. to all of you who have been supportive of my relationship with [y/n], thank you. i don’t say this enough, but i truly appreciate you guys”

after sakusa’s tweet, #omi[y/n] started trending in support of you and sakusa’s relationship, which finally put a stop to all of the online hate

in conclusion: blame atsumu

iwaizumi hajime

when iwaizumi asked if you wanted to go see a movie with him on the weekend, you were over the moon

you knew just how busy your boyfriend was with volleyball practice, so you weren’t too pushy when it came to dates

you made sure to put a little extra effort into your outfit and appearance that day because you wanted to look cute for you boyfriend

unfortunately, this also caught the eyes of guys other than iwaizumi

“hey, cutie. you by yourself?” a flirtatious male close to your age asked. “i wouldn’t mind keeping you company”

you tried not to blanch as you took a step back and shook your head, indicating that you weren’t interested

this did nothing to dissuade the flirtatious guy, as he offered you a charming smile. “you can pick the movie if you want to. come on, it’ll be fun”

you were about to walk away when an all too familiar arm securely placed itself around your shoulder in a protective hold

“leave her alone. she’s not interested,” your boyfriend scowled

“says who?”

“says me. got a problem?”

“w-whatever, man. you can have her”

as the flirtatious guy began to walk away, the harsh glare on iwaizumi’s face soon transformed into worry as he turned to look at you. “sorry i’m late. are you okay? you’re not hurt, right?”

you nodded your head in reassurance while offering iwaizumi a gracious smile

your boyfriend smiled back before placing a gentle kiss just below your eye

“i’ll always be there to protect you, okay?” iwaizumi reminded you

you nodded your head once again, never doubting him for a moment

in conclusion: don’t mess with the seijoh arm wrestling champion

shirabu kenjirou

for the most part, you liked being the manager of the boys’ volleyball team

the shiratorizawa players were always chaotic and funny, and you were proud to call yourself a part of the team

although, if there was one thing to complain about, it would definitely have to be some of their fans

you were in the middle of bandaging shirabu’s injured finger when a chorus of high-pitched cheers rang out from near the gym doors

“[l/n], go deal with that,” coach washijo grumbled in annoyance

you sent your boyfriend an apologetic smile before signing to him to continue applying pressure in order to stop the bleeding

grabbing your pen and notebook, you wrote down a quick message before walking over to where the three girls were standing

please keep your voices down, your note read

“we’re just cheering on the players," one of the girls said

"yeah, what’s wrong with that?” another girl remarked

you’re distracting the players from practice

“well, must be easy for you since you can’t even seem to speak at all,” the last girl replied mockingly, followed by the laughter of her two friends

shirabu, who had been listening to the conversation, immediately got up from the bench to go stand next to you

“you three have been nothing but nuisances this whole time, and everyone agrees with me,” shirabu snapped furiously. “if you can’t be quiet, then leave!”

after shirabu’s angry outburst, the three girls promptly quieted down

you’re too nice, your boyfriend signed after the two of you returned to the bench

well, you know what they say. opposites attract and all that

oh, shut up

you only smiled in response as you finished bandaging shirabu’s finger before pressing a light kiss to the back of his hand

“stop mocking me with your cute couple-y-ness!” tendou screeched from across the court, having just witnessed your adorable exchange

“tendou! five laps around the school!”

in conclusion: stop yelling in the gym!

#ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #shirabu x reader #shirabu kenjirou x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #sakusa kiyoomi #iwaizumi hajime #shirabu kenjirou #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert

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loki-hargreeves · 3 years

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Loki x f!Reader - Free from the bonds of Hel

Warnings/Tags: wishing for someone’s (Odin’s) death, missing person (Odin once again), minor character death, angst, it’s not quite dark/villain Loki but it’s not hero Loki either?? Word Count: 2,4K Summary: Odin is missing and you’re guarding the throne at Thor’s request. What you don’t expect is to see Loki again, because he has been cast to Hel for the rest of all eternity. He doesn’t return alone… Prompt: Trapped A/N: This is for my October writing challenge. I wrote it, edited it, accidentally deleted it, had a breakdown, found the unedited (this) version and posted it. Bon appetit!

YOUR POV

Odin was missing and personally, you couldn’t have cared less about it.

But Thor was worried and quite determined to find his father. Thor, Loki’s brother, someone you considered a friend after everything that had happened in the past few years. Although Odin was the one who banished Loki to Hel, you didn’t necessarily hate his blood afterwards.

Thor cared for Loki and he hadn’t wanted this to happen either. The god of Thunder hadn’t been close to Odin after the incident, but perhaps he felt it was his duty to find the All-father.

After all, the nine realms depended on it.

When Thor realized Odin was missing and he had asked you to watch over the throne for the time he’d be gone, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. Sif wasn’t on Asgard, but the Warriors Three aided Heimdall. They made sure no one entered Asgard without permission, and that no one left either.

So there you were, guarding the golden throne that made you sick to your stomach. It represented everything you despised, everything that had torn your heart to shreds. Wherever Odin was, part of you wished it was a place from which he would never return.

The gold weighed heavy on the floor, yet the tall throne seemed to reach toward the high ceiling effortlessly. Flames lit the room with the remaining daylight, casting an orange hue. It was warm, by all means, but something cold and bitter had festered around you for years now. Ever since you lost Loki in this very throne hall.

You could almost see the events unfold before you once again. The rattle of the metal chains that Loki had been wrapped in echoed all around you, just as the marching steps of the guards who walked almost too perfectly in sync. The black and green flaming portal still made goosebumps rise on your skin. Seeing it appear by Odin’s will and swallowing Loki into it was the most frightening and excruciating thing you had ever witnessed. It had been years, but you easily recalled the harsh words that Odin had yelled at his son. What kind of a father banishes his own son to a place as cruel and distant as Hel?

Was Loki suffering? Was he alone?

A thousand questions taunted you once again. Exhausted, you let out a sigh and stopped paving around the throne. If you continued, you were sure your steps would leave a path. Walking up the steps to the throne wasn’t pleasant, but once you eventually found the strength to sit down and look around you, you felt different - almost powerful. Thor trusted you wholeheartedly to sit there and protect the throne, yet you couldn’t stop wishing that Odin had left to die alone.

It was odd no one considered you a suspect for Odin’s disappearance. Unfortunately, you couldn’t claim you knew where he was or what had happened to him. Perhaps certain people had their theories, but no one dared imply that you had dirtied your hands - at least not yet.

You were after all Loki’s significant other. Not once had you spoken ill of the Trickster you loved. They accused him of horrendous things, but you knew there was more to the story than what everyone knew of. Now you feared you would never live the day to see the full picture, for Loki was gone.

Hours passed until the sky had changed from bright blue to various shades of pinks and purples until it was pitch black. Even the stars and moons were hidden that night as clouds shielded Asgard from the rest of the universe. In a sense, the gloomy weather matched how you felt inside.

At some point, you considered going to bed. Guarding the throne had been uneventful so far, which was to be expected. You nearly dose off on the golden chair, resting against your hand until you felt the ground beneath you tremble. The shaking began strongly, almost like an explosion that appeared out of nowhere. It was followed by shrieks and bright lights that came from the Bifrost. At first, you thought Thor and Odin had returned. But when you saw guards running toward the throne from far away and being pierced by levitating weapons, you knew something harrowing was happening.

Someone had arrived on Asgard and they were seeking blood.

Adrenaline forced you onto your feet. Whoever invaded Asgard must’ve been interested in the throne which made you a target. You didn’t have time to let yourself get afraid as you grabbed your daggers and prepared to fight whoever dared walk up to you. The daggers had once belonged to Loki and now they were your best protection. Somehow, it felt like the sharp edges on the weapons kept him close to you.

As you stood there and waited for the arriving danger, you couldn’t help but wonder - was the throne worth dying for? You didn’t think so, but you had given Thor your word.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor that led to the throne hall. Someone was coming your way but they took their sweet time. They seemed confident about their steps, being loud and slow, almost as if they had been there before. It was either that or the attacker was horribly arrogant and assumed no one was a match for them.

“Show yourself!” You demanded while taking in your surroundings. There were many escape routes in your mind, but you stood your ground for now.

The person sighed and something about it was familiar to you. Through furrowed brows, you stared at the shadow that grew as they neared the entrance and that’s when everything changed.

It was Loki who walked out of the shadows.

There was no doubt about it, you would’ve recognized him in a sea of his clones. Despite the weariness on his face, he was smiling eerily. Loki’s usually bright eyes that struck you like a million diamonds were now clouded and dark. His time in Hel had clearly changed him, yet you felt hope in your heart when you stood there, facing him after so many years. The shock of seeing him made you forget everything else momentarily.

“Loki...” That was all you could say. It felt like something sharp had grabbed your tongue and rendered you speechless. How could it be real?

“The throne suits you, my dear, but I am afraid you must step down,” Loki didn’t have many sentimental words for you, nor did he continue walking so he could embrace you after being parted for years. His feet were positioned so he stood steady on the ground. You recognized the stance, he was ready to fight if needed. His demeanour was threatening and it didn’t ease you to see that the spear-like weapon he held resembled the ones that had pierced the guards' guts.

What was he doing? How did he get there?

“What?” Yet again you only managed to spit out one word, a question that asked for so many answers at once. Loki was back from Hel! It was something you simply couldn’t grasp just like that. Seeing him was overwhelming, to say the least.

Loki sighed deeply and took a few steps closer to you. He shrugged dramatically as he questioned, “What are you doing on the throne? Odin was many things, but I do not picture him being generous enough to pass it down to you. Where’s Thor?” He now looked around, as if he was searching for Thor. Surely, if Thor had been there, he would’ve shown himself already. Hammer first, questions later, undoubtedly.

“Was? What are you talking about?” The way he phrased his sentence about Odin caught your attention.

Loki smirked, happy that you noticed his choice of words, “Odin is gone, dead. When he passed, his powers could no longer contain me and Hela. I believe that it’s her birthright to claim that throne. I suggest you comply.”

He had been gone for so long. You never believed you would see him again and now that he had returned, he was intimidating you. He didn’t seem to care at all that Odin was dead, which you could understand. Yet something felt so wrong. Was it an act? Or had he truly changed so much that he was willing to fight you? At that point, you didn’t even care that Odin was dead. Yes, it was a big deal, but all you could think about was Loki and whoever this Hela was.

The throne wasn’t worth so much to you. With the will to believe that Loki still loved you, you walked down the steps. Once you stood on the same level as Loki, you hesitated. Why was he attacking Asgard? Was Loki seeking vengeance? What was happening outside the palace? You felt sick as you remembered the guards who died moments before.

“Thor asked me to guard it for the time being. He is looking for Odin,” You explained briefly, but truly you didn’t care about the throne. You wanted to touch him, to hold him and feel that he was real. Perhaps you could forget everything and escape with him. Start anew.

Loki nodded slowly, “I see. You’re not doing a very good job guarding it then.”

“I don’t care,” You spat out quickly, with no hesitation. “You’re back! I couldn’t care less about anything else. Do you have any idea how much I missed you?” As the words poured from your mouth, you felt a lump forming in your throat which forced you to bite your tongue. He seemed perfectly alright and you were on the verge of tears.

Loki finally put the weapon down and he opened his arms, inviting you into a hug. By now, your body was trembling. You dropped the daggers on the floor and the sound of clinking metal ringed in the hall. Then you closed the distance between you and him, pressing your face against his chest and holding onto him for dear life. Feeling Loki under your fingertips again nearly made your poor heart beat out of your chest. Affection, sentiment, confusion, fear, love - in the few seconds you spent like that, you swore you experienced the full range of emotions one could feel in a lifetime.

The way he closed his arms around you and pulled you closer to him melted away your doubt. Loki was real, you weren’t imagining it. He had returned to you and you would never let him go again, no matter what the cost. The pain of losing him had cost you greatly before and you never wished to experience it again.

“You did the right thing, my darling,” Loki whispered in your ear reassuringly and caressed the back of your head with his hand, keeping you close. You weren’t entirely sure what it meant, but you didn’t question it either. It was much better to allow yourself to get lost in his embrace than to question what was happening - at least for now. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your emotions finally surpassed the initial shock.

Loki was truly back.

When you heard another person enter the throne hall with graceful steps, you tried to pull back, but Loki was hesitant to loosen the grip that he had on you. He clearly knew who just walked in.

“This is her?” A woman wondered curiously as Loki let go of you, just enough so you could turn to face the third person in the room. The sight of her nearly made you gasp. Her black and emerald look matched Loki’s almost perfectly. Dark makeup surrounded her striking eyes and a sly smile was painted on her face. She looked oddly familiar, but you knew you had not met her before. The strong energy that radiated from her made icy shivers run down your spine, making you shudder. Something told you that it would be unwise to start a fight with her.

“Yes,” Loki confirmed briefly. Such a short reply from him seemed unusual.

The woman looked at you as if she was studying you, “Not bad, brother. She’s quite adorable. Are you sure we can trust her?” She reached out to touch your jaw with her long and slender fingers. Her skin was so cold, it made you want to pull away but fear had paralyzed you.

From those few words she said, you had so many new questions. Was she Loki’s sister? How had you never heard of her before? Why wasn’t she sure whether you could be trusted or not?

“I’d trust her with my life,” Loki admitted and undeniably, that eased the worry that had grown in you.

The woman seemed pleased with Loki’s answer, “Alright then. We can keep her,” She made up her mind and let go of you, “but if she betrays us, I assume you have the strength to take care of her.”

Keep you?! Take care of you? What was that supposed to mean?

You wanted to snarl at her for talking of you like a pet right in front of your face, but when Loki squeezed your shoulder, almost as a warning, you kept your mouth shut. He was protecting you from making a fatal mistake.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Hela, Goddess of Death, Odin’s firstborn, the rightful heir to the throne, your queen,” Hela finally addressed you and simultaneously answered the questions that you hadn’t even had a chance to ask yet.

She didn’t wait for you to say anything as she continued, “I believe you’ve watched the throne for me. Let me relieve you of your duties, Y/N. I’m here to stay.”

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You stood by Loki’s side, completely frozen and rooted to the floor as Hela walked up to the throne. Her fingers touched the armrests gently and the smile on her face only grew. As she sat down, she crossed her legs and relaxed, looking over what was hers. Despite the horrors that must’ve been happening outside, she looked like she was on cloud nine. As happy as she looked on the throne, something about it made your gut twist with concern.

Hela had taken the throne and you had just let it happen.

As Loki knelt down to his knees, you did so too, afraid that it was your only choice in that situation. Loki had returned, but as you knelt before the Goddess of Death, you couldn’t help but feel trapped.

A/N: I hope you liked it! :)

I just made a blog where I reblog my fics to so if you’re interested in that, it’s @loki-hargreeves-masterlist

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katsukis-sad-angel · 3 years

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Based on a True Story

Summary: there's this boy who makes you super uncomfy and doesnt take a hit, but you're to sweet to tell him to back off. Katsuki Bakugou, the more blunt end of the friendship, is happy to tell him off and free you from that sorry bastard.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: possible tw, a lot of swearing and some pretty colorful insults, there are guys that are really fucking creepy, based on the actual events of February 7th, 2021 at around 10:30 pm

A/N: this was very very rushed, I just wanted to write myself some comfort real quick and go to bed last night and I didn't have time to properly edit! I'm really proud of some of the banter lmao, please enjoy and never be afraid to punt a ballsack! I'll add tags later🙄🙄🙄

A message popped up on your screen and your once neutral expression went sour. Slamming the face of your phone onto your pillow, you groaned angrily into your bedspread, catching the attention of a certain ash blonde sitting in your comfy desk chair a few feet away. Katsuki Bakugou, one of your best friends, gave a questioning glance but refused to meet his ember gaze

“What’s your deal?” He asked, not letting his genuine curiosity as to why there was such a pained look on your face, show.

You opened your mouth but paused.

Katsuki already knew about this boy and scolded you every time he saw his name pop up in your notifications, telling you to ‘fucking block him already’ for the umpteenth time. It wasn’t like you had feelings for the guy anymore, you were just too nice and polite to cut him off completely and tell him to go fuck himself.

The ash-blonde had already volunteered to do it for you, but you always said no because you knew he’d just find another way to contact you.

“It’s that piss baby again isn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“Wow, did you just agree with one of my insults?”

“Suki, I’m about to take you up on your offer to tell him to go fuck himself.”

He snickered, “Now you’re talking sense. What the hell is that pansy bitching about now?”

You sigh and roll over on your back and Katsuki moves to sit on the edge of your bed.

“I cut him off for a while, I really did! It felt so good to be free of him, but then he got my number again and started bothering me a few days ago. I saw him at school yesterday and told him I wasn’t interested in dating at all and he was like whatever so I honestly thought he could keep it in his pants and we could just be friends but nooo! He calls me a simp for anime guys, I tell him to stop being a hypocrite because he used to simp for me and he was like “I still do. You’re the only one” yeah like I’m stupid enough to actually believe that!”

You paused to catch your breath, but before you could start speaking again Katsuki interjected, “Well, you are stupid…”

You socked him in the bicep and he hunched over laughing. You looked so fucking adorable when you got royally pissed at him.

“Oh go to hell.” You snapped, crossing your arms and continuing, “Anyway, this guy used to simp for my goddamn sister! Not only do I reject being a replacement for her, but if she rejected his sorry ass, that means he’s a huge piece of shit because she’s super picky.”

“I might’ve mentioned that once or twice-”

You punched him again to shut him up. “Plus he’s super creepy and gross and it always feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes and whenever he’s around I want to dive into a pool full of only chlorine and drink it. I’m just trying to coexist and just be nice to him but apparently, a female looking in his general direction means that they want dicked down by his micropenis. He’s so fucking dense too. Why can’t he see that I’m not interested, especially after I EXPLICITLY told him that?!”

By that point, you were on the verge of frustrated tears, bottom lip trembling just slightly with bottled up emotion.

Katsuki could see it.

You felt trapped in something you never signed up for and you’d do anything to get out. All of this frustration had been stored inside of you for so long and it just kept mounting and multiplying until you burst into tears.

“Goddammit, come here dumbass,” He growled, gathering you into a warm embrace, “You can’t keep all this bs inside okay?”

He let you sob into his shoulder, one calloused hand supporting the base of your neck and the other crossed firmly over your back so you’d feel safe and secure; away from the world full of horrible people and into a small one of just your best friend’s warmth and the sweet sweet scent of caramel.

“Why don’t you listen to me? You’re just too fucking nice to every shitty dickhead that sees you as an easy, fuckable target. Something really fucking bad is gonna happen to you if you don’t shape up and learn how to punt a dude’s excuse for a ballsack and tell him what you really think.”

You raised your head from the solace of his shoulder to look at him with big, reproachful doe eyes and whimpered, “I tried that!”

“Have you tried punting their fucking balls first?”

“No… that would hurt.”

“That’s the point.”

“But if I did it without reason I could get suspended or charged with aggravated assault!”

It was Katsuki’s turn to sigh.

“That’s not the point dumbass, the point is that you need to tell these bastards off when they start getting creepy. You know what? Why don’t you just fucking ignore their sorry asses in the first place!”

You sniffle and drag a hand over your cheek to dry your tears, then resume your position with your face in the crook of your best friend’s neck.

“I feel bad for them.”

“Well stop. I’m gonna call him now alright? After that, we’ll block his stupid ass on every fucking app, you hear me?”

You nod and hug him tighter as he leans forward to grab your phone and opens it with your passcode, swiftly finding his name in your contact list and pressing the call icon, then he tapped the speaker button and waited.

The call was picked up almost immediately and a voice on the other line said, “Hey cutie! I was just about to call and ask to see if you wanted to come over on-”

“She’s not here.” Katsuki cut him off with a dry snarl, “And last time I checked she wasn’t interested enough in your sorry ass for you to be calling her ‘cutie.’”

You could almost hear his lip curl in utter disgust.

“Who the fuck are you?” The voice asked, dropping its sickeningly sweet tone to something more appropriate in light of the previous insult.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend you dickwad-” You popped up from your haven in surprise, mouth open to sputter in protest but he put a finger to your lips and smirked, “who the fuck are you?”

“No fucking way that whore has a boyfriend-”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me? Shut your mouth, you mother fucking pussy, insult her one more time and I’ll fuck you up so bad you won’t be recognizable by the time you get to the hospital.” He snapped back, “She’s crying right now because you’re too dense to realize she doesn’t want any business with some horse-faced piss baby like you. Take the hint right fucking now you useless bastard so you don’t make the mistake of coming near her again because I. Will. Kill. You. Delete this number because she’s too sweet to block you herself, but I will.”

“Fuck man, I was just tryna get laid. She’s the one who started rubbing herself all over me-”

“I said delete this number. Damn, you are a dense piece of shit aren’t you?”

“Hey, I-”

Katsuki pressed ‘end call’ and blocked his contact, moving from Instagram to Snapchat, to any social app you had, and blocked him left and right until he was satisfied.

“Feel better?” He asked softly, tossing your phone aside and peeling you off.

You carded a shaky hand through your hair and wiped your eyes, giving him a watery smile and a nod.

“Why did you tell him that we were in a relationship?” You asked, voice on the edge of a taunt.

“To make him mad.”

“I mean, it worked, but is that the only reason?” You giggled.

“The hell are you insinuating?”

“Do you… possibly by chance… have feelings for me?”

You batted your eyes at him and he retched, but the smirk was still present on his handsome features.

“What’s it to you?”

You squirm a bit, but something pops into your head so you can stall a bit longer.

“I mean, you’re not THAT ugly-”

He responded with a simple, harsh flick to the forehead to make you whine and try to whack him, but he easily intercepted your fist and pushed you on your back, caging you in nothing short of a horizontal kabedon.

It was your turn to smirk, “Yenno ‘Suki, I could very easily… oh what was your phrasing? ‘Punt your fucking balls’ in this position…”

“Just shut up and tell me what the hell you want.” Katsuki snapped.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You prod.

“You look like a pissed hamster when you’re mad.” He shot back.

“You smell like a fucking candy store after training.”

“You’re the dictionary definition of a dumbass.”

“You have a better hourglass figure than Yaomomo.”

“You're quickly becoming an extra.”

“Date me.”

“Fine.”

“Wait really?”

“It’s the only way I can kiss you, protect you, and keep you all to myself.” He shrugged, leaning in dangerously close, “You don’t fucking understand how hard it is to watch you prancing around with one failed abortion after another and watching you cry because they leave since you don’t want the one thing they’re after.”

“You’ve always been there for me ‘Suki… I guess I just took you for granted, and I’m really sorry.” You met his soft vermillion gaze with a meaningful and apologetic one and reached out to squeeze his hand.

“‘S okay. You’re mine now, right?”

You nod, smiling.

“So it doesn’t matter how dense you are anymore.” He smirked, laying down on your bed and dragging you down with him so you were tucked comfortably under his chin.

You grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv, preparing to turn on an anime you had in mind.

“What romance garbage are you inflicting on me this time?” Your new boyfriend groaned, burying his face in your hair.

“One that’s super sappy and romantic and sad just to piss you off.” You pouted, clicking on each letter to form the desired word in the search bar.

“Have fun with that.” Katsuki snarked, beginning to move away, but you stopped him by deftly pressing your lips to his.

You slowly pulled away, blushing furiously, but happy to feel strong forearms snaking around your front and crossing over your stomach.

“I certainly will.” You respond.

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babbushka · 4 years

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Saying this from a place of compassion and love... if a post criticising you has over 70 notes, the author and people who reblog it are being approached by others agreeing with them, if even anons not within the fandom but who are aware from the situation agree with them (like me)... have you considered they may be right? Please listen. Please do self-introspection. If there’s such a loud message out there it’s because of a reason. Lots of love

I hear you, and I understand where you’re coming from completely, and I’m going to say this as clearly and neatly as I possibly can, because it’s been made very clear that people on the internet like to whip things up and let it spiral out of control.

I reblogged the post that @wayward-rose made with the tags of “i still stand by everything that I said” without much more explanation than that, which people didn’t seem to really appreciate, and I recognize that that was wrong.

This response is going to serve as that explanation. This is most likely going to be long, so I’ll be putting it under a cut, but I hope that people will read my side of things before casting judgement against me. I understand people are going to still cast judgement, and that’s fine, but I would like the chance to just say my side.

The screenshots that were chosen to be put in that callout post about me, of posts and conversations that I’ve had back and forth with people, or posts that I’ve made/ask responses I’ve given, were confusing, because there is much more context surrounding pretty much all of these situations, as well as things that went on behind the scenes. I’d like, if I may, to explain what those screenshots are referring to, from my perspective. For ease of clarity, I’ll just go in the order of which the original post has been done.

The Oscars where JP won for best actor were filled with many beautifully heartfelt speeches about giving support to Australia during the wildfire crisis. Cate Blanchett, Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Aniston on behalf of Russel Crow, Pierce Brosnan -- they all made speeches. And yet, the only thing I was seeing on my dashboard were gifs of JP, a known sexual predator and overall very bad guy, being celebrated for at the very last minute, likely after having seen everyone else include a heartfelt statement in their speech, tacking on a ‘oh save Australia’ at the end of his own speech.

I made a post expressing how I was disappointed with the amount of coverage JP was getting in comparison to how little everyone else who had spoken up. @callmehopeless reblogged the post and began to say that regardless of what JP has done, his message is somehow more important than everyone else’s message that was said, because he won best actor. You all saw the conversation that took place afterwards, with me reiterating my point of ‘yes he spoke out about it but he’s not the only one and he shouldn’t the only one lauded for it.’ and her insinuating that I wanted everyone in Australia to die by fire. Not that it matters for anything, but I would like to mention that while all this was going on, I was frequently sharing support links, donation sites, and news coverage on how to help the wildfires in Australia, as we all were. I didn’t include it on the post, because that’s not what the post was really about, but I disagree with the insinuation that I wasn’t spreading information too.

I still stand by my point that he should not have received the most praise for doing the bare minimum in a time of crisis. I saw that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, so I ended it. I never accused anyone of being a rape apologist, I only expressed my frustration that the known allegations about him were being ignored. There is a difference.

The second point regarding the blush, I will admit wasn’t handled well on my part. I fully recognize that now, and looking back, I can understand how my frustration with @wayward-rose looks hostile. It was never intended to be hostile, I was just genuinely confused with her reblogging one of my fics as having a “white reader” because of the inclusion of blush. I was extremely hesitant to approach TWR about this tagging of the fic, because the only interactions I had had previously with her, were when she reblogged one of my posts with writing of her own, surrounding a topic that I was uncomfortable with, and then proceeded to lecture me on what triggers are and are not as if I were an incompetent fool, which, for all intents and purposes, she might’ve thought that I was. Conversations with TWR very quickly turn to technicalities, which is why I tried to be as cut and dry about it as I was.

With this frame of reference from her point of view regarding the whole “I have friends of color so I can do whatever I want,” I would like to say that I never had that intention, and seeing it presented that way does make me feel awful, and I’m sorry for it. I don’t want people to think that I’m in any way tokenizing anyone, because if you know me, you know that that’s something I am constantly expressing feelings against. I was trying to explain that I didn’t make up this idea that only white people blush, but I admit fully that it was a poor explanation and a poor argument to have been made. I try very hard to make my readers as vague in terms of skin color as possible, and I thought that because I didn’t mention the color of the blush (like denoting it as a pink or rosy blush for example) that I would be inclusive. I was wrong, and I admit that.

In regards to the writing of Flip Zimmerman with catholic iconography even though he’s a canonically Jewish character, particularly by a non-Jewish author, I still stand by my point. Characters who have no stated religion can and should be interpreted as everyone sees fit, because representation matters for marginalized communities. But when a Jewish character’s identity is replaced or erased with another, well, that’s just a small piece of a long line of casual antisemitism that I wanted to bring up to her. I never wanted or told her to delete her story, I never sent anyone to go fill her inbox, I never told her to edit it. After the blush discussion, I tried to simply end the argument by voicing my concerns and saying I thought it was in poor taste to have done what she did, because of the history around such topics -- and I still stand by that.

The posts regarding the Very Popular Fic I take full responsibility for, I don’t deny that I make them, nor do I deny any of the sentiments in them. I expressed my annoyance at constantly being asked if I’ve read that fic, if I liked that fic, what I thought of that fic weekly for months and months after it blew up on tik tok, despite having expressed my dislike for it in the past. You can only get asked something so many times before it grates on your nerves.

I still stand by my point that seeing content which you find upsetting being the type of content that gets “””famous”” is frustrating. I didn’t imply that I’m only writing for the notes. I referred to the fic as a ‘joke’ because in the tags of that fic on AO3, the author compares it to a shitpost. Similarly to the Other Fic with the handmaid’s tale AU, the author themselves put in the tags of the fic on AO3 that they knew this was in poor taste.

I’d like to make it clear that I don’t dislike fics because they’re popular. I dislike fics because sometimes there’s content that I find disturbing or damaging, or in poor taste with regards to source material. I don’t go out of my way to read that content, because I don’t like it. So when hundreds of people are asking my opinions about it, and I express those opinions, then people like to jump down my throat and say I’m a bully...you can imagine why I get so snappish when the topic comes up. The comment about the brain cells thing was understandably harsh. I apologize for that comparison, it’s just a phrase I say frequently, I honestly didn’t think anything of it at the time, and I’ll do better in the future to not make such harsh comparisons.

I also stand by my point that I don’t like the fic, I don’t advocate for the fic, and it really shouldn’t matter what I think because the author will do what the author does, and that’s fine. I don’t have to like it, and you guys don’t have to like the fact that I dislike it.

When someone sends in a message anonymously, I have no idea who they are, and most of the time, unless they leave an emoji or something, I’ve got no idea what context they’re asking me about, particularly when it comes to blocking. I had absolutely no way of knowing that the anon who messaged me asking why I blocked them, was someone I had blocked for reblogging gifs of mine. However, the idea that it’s a bad thing that I blocked someone for reblogging my gifs with comments I didn’t really appreciate (I wouldn’t have blocked them for the comments shown in the fic, usually it’s stuff about how they want to get pregnant by flip, or once there was someone who commented that they wanted flip to destroy their pussy -- that’s the comments that tend to get blocked.

But either way, blocking people from accessing your content is not a bad thing, and I stand by my point that blocking does not always mean I have anything personally against them, but rather I’d rather just not interact with their posts/have them interact with mine. It’s really not that deep.

I don’t really know how many times I have to say that of course I don’t own a character or anything, but I do say it, constantly. Particularly regarding personal AUs, which, I really don’t find as deep as people seem to think I do. However, the content that I make, I do believe I have some right to voice my opinion on what the internet does with it. I think that if someone comments something on one of my fics, or my posts, or my gifs, and I don’t like it, I should be allowed to block them -- just as anyone else should be allowed to with their own content.

The comment about Ben Solo still stands, I won’t be expanding on that.

The last point that I would like to explain myself about, was made in Hope’s reblog of the post, is the whole “I bullied someone for leaving fandom” incident. I can only assume that she means an author who I had been informed was plagiarizing my work from the fic Blue Moon. I had never had this happen to me before, but I’d been told my many other people that this author has a history of taking other people’s content and uploading it as their own, including someone that I was at one point good friends with. I believed them, and I reached out to this author expressing my concerns, only expressing to please not do this in the future, or at the very least, mention that this was related to my story. This author deleted her account, and that was the last I heard about it.

I’m honestly shocked and confused by how many people have come forward and said that they find my responses to anonymous questions mean-spirited or toxic. I try very hard to maintain a general rule of, if you’re kind to me, I’ll be kind back. In many instances, anonymous questions come across as rude, disrespectful, flat out mean, or frustrating, and so I reply back with a less-than-nice manner.

The last thing I’d like to say on this whole matter is this: I want to make it clear that I mean no personal malice towards any of the people that these screenshots surround. I vehemently disagree with the narrative that I send people after one another, I just don’t do that. What people do is of their own accord. I don’t ever want people to be sent hate, because firstly I don’t think that’s a good thing to do, but secondly, I get sent hate all the time, and I know how it feels. I don’t want that for anyone. I know that the collection of these screenshots may make it seem otherwise, but I really do try to stay in my lane, and I only speak up on things that I’m passionate about -- whether it’s passionately positive or negative.

I would like to apologize for the way that I’ve responded to criticism in the past, it’s just frustrating when people are criticizing you from a perspective that doesn’t take into consideration that there might be more to the story. All I can do is move forward and try to check myself, and I hope that with these explanations, people out there will realize that when I act out of frustration or aggressively, it’s because I feel as though I’m not being heard.

I know that whatever opinion you form of me is yours and will be yours, but if you’ve read this entire thing then thank you, I appreciate you hearing me out. Hope you’re all doing well, and as always, I truly am sending you guys all my love.

#Anonymous #cowboy answers

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soahappylowman · 4 years

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Boundaries ch. 7 (Happy Lowman)

Summary: Happy’s in charge of protecting a camgirl from Diosa Words: 2702, yikes (don’t get use to this, i suck) Warning: There is talk about sexual assault, and mild sexually suggestiveness Notes: bruuuuhhhh, I am SO SORRY, and I know that doesn’t mean much because y’all waited... months. I’m so sorry, between pandemic and work, I had some personal things happen and I had to move. I usually like to stay a chapter ahead and I’ve just been too demotivated to write. I’m going to put more effort into writing again, but at a manageable pace. I’m so sorry about any errors or pacing problems, I’m still working through it. I think my goal is to release the whole thing, then go back and edit. I really appreciate some of the love shown recently, and those that stuck around. If you want in on the tag list, lmk.

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Happy didn’t follow Tessa right away. Instead, he was staring at the spot that she was just standing, confused. He wasn’t sure why but that whole exchanged seemed like a betrayal. He shouldn’t feel like that, he didn’t know Tessa all that well, let alone had any loyalty to her. Happy frowned deeper, but decided to leave this subject behind him, even if his hand was tingling from where she was holding it.

When he finally came out to the parking lot, Tessa was just reaching his bike. She was rocking back and forth in her cowgirl boots and her arms crossed over her chest. The golden sun hour reflected across her long hair, illuminating the deep red hints in her hair. Happy sighed deeply, again feeling conflicted.

“Where are we going?” Tessa didn’t look at him as she addressed him.

“Don’t have a plan.” Happy approached the bike and picked up the helmet for Tessa.

“Well, I haven’t eaten all day. We can go to a little coffee shop in Lodi I tend to frequent.” Tessa grabbed his helmet from his hand and then mounted the back of the bike behind him. Happy simply nodded.

“Tell me where to go.” Tessa settled in behind him, although Happy noticed she didn’t sit as close as the first time she got on his bike, he tried not to be disappointed.

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Happy held out a hand for her to dismount, even though she definitely knew how as he’s seen her do it a couple times already. He tried not to feel so self-satisfied when she grabbed onto his hand anyways.

Happy looked up at the establishment in front of him and nearly groaned. He should’ve thought about letting her pick a place for them, but he didn’t and now he’s sitting in front of some girly ass coffee shop. He tried not to roll his eyes as Tessa excitedly bounced into the building.

Walking into the building was no better either. The color palette included pastel purple, pink and blue. Happy felt beyond out of place, but didn’t say anything as Tessa approached the counter. Happy got to appreciate her once again as she lifted her hips onto the counter and bent forward, looking for a worker. In a flash, Happy imagine what it would be like if she were naked and he bent her over the counter, wrapped her long hair around his fingers as he – nope. Stop. This isn’t what he came here for. He definitely needed to get laid tonight. Still, Happy could appreciate what a good body looked like. He could feel his dick twitch in his pants.

Pretty soon, the distraction he needed came in form of a young man coming from the back room.

“Hey, welcome to – Tessa? Oh my god, where have you been?” Happy’s eyes narrowed at the man that approached Tessa with enthusiasm. He looked to be about Tessa’s age, hair a deep brown with it shorter on the sides than on the top. Approximately 5’11”, lean, slightly muscular but those muscles were for show, Happy could tell. Happy could take him.

“Hey Steve,” Tessa sent him a small smile. Steve leaned forward at the counter to touch Tessa’s arm and she instinctively stepped back and towards Happy. Happy put a hand on her hip in response to her leaning back towards him. At Tessa’s movement, Steve stopped leaning forward and stepped back behind the counter, eyes snapping down to the hand Happy had possessively on her hip. Steve’s face donned a frown, but in an second, it was gone.

“How are you? It’s good to see you.” Steve held a small smile directed towards Tessa.

“I’m good, thanks for asking. Sorry I’ve been a little MIA, I’ve been busy. Can I get my usual please?” Tessa shot him a grin, like there was an inside joke added to that. Steve shot her a widened, sly smile back. Happy noted the distinct lack of acknowledge from Steve and felt a familiar feeling of irritation crawl up his spine.

“Coming right up,” Steve turned to start whatever order was Tessa’s ‘usual’.

“Wait, Happy did you want anything?” Tessa turned into Happy’s arm, the image they projected was much more intimate than what they actually were with Tessa tucked up under his arm wrapped protectively in his embrace and her looking up at him innocently. Happy knew that this wasn’t her intention but he still felt a deeper level of satisfaction at the dark look Steve shot towards the biker. Happy had to keep a smirk off his face. Happy was competitive by nature, it wasn’t his fault that this felt like a win to him.

“Just a black coffee and whatever she’s gettin’,” Happy reached into his pocket and pulled a twenty out of a large stack of bills, throwing it onto the counter without looking away from Steve. “Will that cover it?” Happy really just said that to rub it in, he figured that whatever they were getting wasn’t going to exceed that.

“Wait, Happy, are you sure? I can pay.” Tessa was looking up at him again, and for a second he forgot about Steve.

“Don’t worry about it, little girl. Go sit down.” Happy tapped her hip as she smiled up at him and turned to find a booth in the corner of the boutique coffeeshop.

“Keep the change,” Happy didn’t try to fight off the smirk this time as he turned and headed to the booth with Tessa already occupying.

“Thanks for buying,” Tessa shot him another grin, but all Happy did was grunt. Two steps forward, five steps back.

“How long ago did this stalking thing start?” Tessa sighed deeply, hoping they wouldn’t have to jump right into this but that didn’t appear to be on Happy’s agenda.

“About a month, maybe a month and half ago. If we’re considering the comments as the start. Again, it was just comments that were a little obscure from the same username that eventually progressed to things that involved personal info. Then they became violent, talking about what he would do to my body but in more, ah, specific details. Didn’t matter if I deleted his comments or blocked his account. He’ll make a new one and he’ll spam me. He would comment on video after video. About a week ago I went to leave my apartment to get help and there was a note on my car. Then I didn’t leave for 5 more days. You were around for the rest.” Tessa’s arms were crossed over her chest, subconsciously rubbing against themselves.

“Where do you spend most of your time?” Tessa took another deep breath.

“I don’t really go anywhere but Diosa and my apartment. I like to come here but I don’t really go anywhere else. I’m kind of a homebody.” Happy’s eyes slid to Steve making Tessa’s drink.

“How do you know this guy?” Happy’s head inclined towards the barista.

“Who, Steve? Actually, we met in college. I didn’t finish and I don’t talk to anyone else who I met there. Steve’s one of my only friends to be honest, kind of sad.” Tessa let out a weak chuckle.

“Why didn’t you finish school?” Happy threw an arm over the back of the booth, epitome of casual.

Tessa took a deep breath, unsure of how to proceed. She’s typically a private person and she didn’t see how much of this even pertained to what Happy needed.

“I needed to pay my bills and my college kicked me out for being a camgirl. Bad press or something.” Tessa didn’t look him in the eye when she said this, she was a terrible liar.

“Don’t lie to me,” his voice came out harsh and viper sharp. Tessa snapped up to look at him.

“I’m not,” it was weak coming out of her mouth. Tessa knew she’d been made but she couldn’t bring herself to tell Happy. “Look, it’s not that simple.”

Happy took a long look at Tessa, surveying the tiny woman in front of him. Her body language screamed uncomfortable.

“Look, I’m sure you don’t wanna tell me what happened but it might help me find the guy doing this.” Tessa shook her head.

“I don’t want this to be everyone’s business.” Tessa lifted her eyes to Happy, hoping to convey the importance of this to her.

“Only those who need to know.” Happy didn’t mention that it would likely being the whole club if it was important information, but he would be the one to determine that.

“I was a camgirl since freshman year, my dad is dead and my mom split when I was a baby. I had to put myself through college. However, it only became a problem for my school when they found out junior year after I was sexually assaulted at a frat party.” Tessa didn’t look at Happy, who didn’t say anything, waiting for Tessa to elaborate.

“I went to think party with my friends, and usually I’m careful with my drinks but I must’ve not been as careful as I thought. I blacked out, I have no idea what happened. Steve found me in the backyard stuffed into a bush with no pants on. I had bruises all over me and a broken rib. Other than the lack of pants, the severe pain that I felt… down there let know that I didn’t just party too hard.” Tessa began to rub her head, a tension headache arising.

“Steve helped me to the ER where a rape kit and toxicology report told me what I already knew, someone had slipped me a roofie and then when I blacked out took whatever he felt like from me. I brought the case to the authorities on campus but because I didn’t know who did it, they wouldn’t even investigate it. A week later, a local journalist got hold of the story about how a college campus let another sexual assault go unchecked and published. The catch was that my work as a camgirl came out with that. The school released me from their programming, stating that my ‘extracurricular activities’ didn’t align with their code of conduct and I was kicked out. The truth is that they were afraid of the PR that would come with a camgirl getting raped at a frat party. You know, all that “well she’s a sex worker, she was asking for it” argument wasn’t something that they wanted to attach to their name.” Tessa shrugged as she recanted the story for Happy. Happy didn’t look all that affected by what she said and to be fair, she was relieved. She didn’t want to deal with the pity involved or the false angry people felt for her.

“When I left the school, Steve was the only one who stuck with me. The friends that I went to the party with acted like I was asking for and that it was my choice to wake up like that in the bushes. Many of them were dating or friends with the guys in the frat who threw the party and kept telling me that none of the guys in the frat would do that, they were ‘nice guys’”, Tessa used air quotes. “So I found an apartment for cheap in Lodi and after a few months of solo work, Diosa found me and cut a contract for me. Best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Happy didn’t let on to how he felt, although he had the sensation of bugs crawling all over him. He could see that this is clearly where her boundary problems came from. To think that you’re investing money into your education and they don’t even have the decency to protect you? They had no problem taking her money from her work but god forbid they treat her like a human. Happy fought off a frown, not wanting to let her know how bothered he was. First, she gets assaulted on campus, then she gets kicked out and now this asshole is literally stalking her. Happy didn’t get men. No pussy was better than willing pussy, and to put someone like her through it all to get your dick wet seemed like… too much work. He could appreciate that she was a very attractive woman, don’t get him wrong. If the opportunity presented itself, he would absolutely let her ride his cock towards her own Kingdom Come, but that didn’t excuse the behavior of the men treating her like this. Still, Happy didn’t feel pity for the woman. Tessa seemed to come out of her previous experience with her humor and strength intact. He saw the way she pulled herself together after finding her apartment a mess and her cat dead. Sitting with her now, Happy didn’t see a single trace of her hardships. He briefly wondered if she just managed to cope through it all, or if she was bottling it all up. In the end it doesn’t matter, what’s done was done, and Happy would do what he would do and make this asshole who thought that he could own her disappear and he would do it gladly.

“Do you have any idea who the guy was?” Tessa looked up at Happy, shaking her head.

“Honestly? Not a clue. To be honest, it’s something that I left behind and I don’t even care who the guy was. Everything about the situation makes my skin crawl and there’s more than one perpetrator here. The college is at fault too.” Happy nodded his head.

“What was the name of the frat?” Tessa thought for a second.

“Alpha Phi? I don’t really know, Greek life wasn’t for me and I didn’t really spend a lot of time there. I didn’t know many of the members and it happened over a year ago now. About two.” Happy nodded again.

In that moment, Steve arrived with plates of their food and the coffees. Happy’s plain black coffee was placed sloppily in front of him, and a drink in a mug with a mountain of whip cream was placed in front of Tessa.

Happy lifted an eyebrow at Tessa, who smiled sleeplessly at Happy. Happy didn’t acknowledge Steve as he placed the food down and a water for Tessa.

“Thanks, Stevie,” Tessa shot him a bright smile.

“Anything for you, Tess,” Steve lingered a second, but one look at Happy and he turned and went back behind the counter, leaving the pair to their coffee and sandwiches.

“Got enough coffee with that pile of whip cream, Tessa?” Happy had a smirk on his face. Tessa’s eyes bore right into Happy’s. Without saying a word, she gathered her hair in one hand on the side of her and leaned down. Happy’s dick twitched again as he watched her little pink tongue sneak out of her mouth to gather up a sizeable bite of the white cream, all while Tessa maintained her eye contact with Happy. Happy’s tongue came out to coat his bottom lip in response, a smirk still plastered on his face. Instantly Happy was brought back to the imagery from earlier, Tessa’s hair wrapped around his fist, hands on her hip, bent over the counter as he slammed into her. This time, the image returned tenfold and with Steve at the counter watching him do it.

Tessa leaned up, and for a second relished the sexual tension in the room. She enjoyed being sexy, she enjoyed being desired. She really enjoyed the look on Happy’s face and the fact that in that moment, he desired her. All thoughts of the woman from the clubhouse had momentarily vanished.

Without warning, Tessa let out a giggle. She wasn’t even sure what she was giggling at, maybe the tension getting to her.

“Oh please, don’t let me stop you.” Happy gestured to the cup of whip creamed coffee. Tessa grabbed the wrapper from her straw and tossed it at Happy, who easily batted it away.

“Shut up,” Tessa was rolling her eyes at Happy, but she felt genuinely at easy. Laughter still stuck on her tongue like the cream and a sly smile playing on her lips.

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Member Input on Proposed Changes to Our Site Etiquette and Rebuild Updates

(Please note that I am including the silmarillion and tolkien tags for this post, since it is the first of several related to our site rebuild. In order to avoid spamming those tags in the future with content only peripherally Silmarillion- or Tolkien-related, I will use the tag swg rebuild. Please follow that tag for updates, including opportunities for community input into decisions.)

As many of you know, we are actively rebuilding our website/archive. The software we currently use for the archive (eFiction) stopped being updated years ago, and we have been casually batting around alternatives to eFiction for the past few years. Then, last year, our webhost made some upgrades that broke parts of the site, and it became clear that we couldn't be "casual" about it any longer. If we were going to keep the site up, we needed to switch to something other than eFiction.

Russandol is currently working on getting our server set up for the new site, and I am working on building it using Drupal, an open-source content management system. We don't have a timeline yet for when it will be complete, but my hope is that we can begin using it within the next few months. The new site will let us introduce features that people have been asking for for a while: threaded comments, the option to display all chapters on a single page, a mobile-friendly display, and the addition of fanwork types other than writing and audio. We will be able to replicate most--if not all--of the features we have in eFiction. And most importantly, because Drupal is one of the biggest open-source projects in the world and very actively maintained, we should not find ourselves in the same situation ten years down the road, needing to rebuild from scratch or face obsolescence.

In addition to the software of the site itself, many of our policies and documents have fallen out of date, so we are working on revising those too. Over the next few months, as we undertake this work, we will be soliciting feedback on policy updates and site-building decisions from our members on matters where we believe input beyond the mod team is essential. While we cannot operate this group fully democratically--we have to, for example, consider the impact of decisions on the mods and volunteers who run the site--we will take this feedback into account to the greatest extent possible as we make decisions. The first document we sought to revise was our Site Etiquette/Terms of Service. Initially written when the site was built in 2007 (and based on policies and decisions from the SWG's founding in 2005), it not surprisingly needs some revisions to make it relevant to the Tolkien fanfic fandom in 2020.

Site Etiquette Change Regarding Constructive Criticism

When the SWG was founded 15 years ago, it was intended as a writer's workshop. Furthermore, there was an assumption in many parts of the fandom that people wrote fanfiction to improve as writers and should, therefore, always be open to constructive criticism (concrit) on their work. Our Site Etiquette was written with the expectation in mind that concrit would always be permitted on the archive. Here is the current language:

This group was designed as a place where authors could get help and feedback on their writing. As such, you should expect constructive criticism on the work that you share here. If you are seeking only praise for your work, then this is probably not the best place to share it. Along the same lines, if you choose to reply to your reviewers, please do so politely. Not everyone will like every aspect of your work. You are welcome—and encouraged—to contact your reviewers for clarification when necessary, not to strike up arguments or berate the reviewer because s/he did not like certain aspects of your work. In the instance that you feel that a review is inappropriately harsh, please contact a moderator. There is Reviewer Etiquette here as well! Please do not reply to the review. We will gladly handle the situation for you. . . . SWG was founded as a place for authors to get feedback and help with their writing. As such, constructive criticism is welcomed here. However, diplomacy is required. Reviewers are expected to be courteous and respectful of all authors and stories that they choose to review. If you are not familiar with the concept of diplomatic reviews, then I highly recommend that you read our diplomacy guidelines before beginning to submit reviews. These are the standards to which all reviewers will be held on this site.

Obviously, the purpose of the group has changed. We are not a writer's workshop. Perhaps more importantly, the fandom has evolved in its understanding of the purpose of fanfiction and the appropriateness of unsolicited constructive criticism. Not every fanfic writer wants to improve--and that's fine!--and each author has their own revision process that doesn't necessarily include unsolicited critical feedback on an archive. Our current Site Etiquette is not aligned with current fandom norms; in fact, considering that we aim above all to be a space that is welcoming to all Tolkien fans, telling writers that they must accept concrit on their stories, no matter its value to them, in order to post with us potentially creates situations that are the exact opposite of the welcoming atmosphere we hope to create.

As a result, we are proposing to eliminate this part of our Site Etiquette. However, recognizing that some authors do in fact want and value concrit from their readers, we are proposing the following:

The story submission form will include a short checklist of kinds of feedback the author would like to receive. Constructive criticism will be one option.

Readers who choose to comment will be expected to abide by the author's wishes for constructive criticism, i.e., if the author has not asked for concrit, the commenter should not include concrit in their comment. In the event that they do, the author can request that the comment be edited or deleted; repeated violations by a commenter could result in suspension of the commenter's account, in line with our "three strikes" policy.

If an author asks for concrit, the commenter is still expected to abide by the SWG's diplomacy guidelines.

Authors do not have to select an option. (In other words, this is not one more requirement to angst over! :) If authors do not choose what kinds of feedback they'd like to receive, concrit is not permitted.

Authors can change their preferences for feedback on a story at any time, e.g., if an author posts a new story on which she'd like feedback and later revises the story and considers it finished, she can remove concrit from the list of feedback she'd like to receive.

Because this is almost a 180 from our current policy on concrit, we do want to hear from members who might have concerns about the change, as well as from members about the proposed revision/feedback checklist option on the story submission form. Please comment here with questions, suggestions, or concerns, or email us at [email protected] if you'd rather register your comments privately.

Inclusivity Focus Group

In recognition that fandom has actively and implicitly excluded fans from certain groups, we are working on an inclusivity statement for the SWG as part of our Site Etiquette and Terms of Service. We would like this statement to be shaped by the input of fans who are part of groups that have been marginalized in fandom, such as BIPOC fans, fans with disabilities, LGBTQ+ fans, and fans who are members of minority religions. In addition, we are seeking specific input on site policies as we undertake revisions. If you feel that you belong to a marginalized group and would like to shape the SWG's goals and policies around inclusivity, we would love your input!

The inclusivity discussion will take place on a dedicated channel on our Discord server. If you are interested in being a part of the discussion, please let one of the server mods (Dawn, Grundy, or Suzelle) know so that we can add you to the channel. (Again, commenting here is fine, as is emailing [email protected]; just let me know your Discord name if it doesn't match your username here!) If you'd like to join our Discord server, comment here or email us for an invite.

If Discord is not accessible to you but you'd like to be a part of the inclusivity discussion, email me at [email protected] so that we can figure out accommodations.

We will be taking comments on both issues for the next week, so please share any thoughts you have before next Wednesday, August 12.

(Posted by @dawnfelagund)

#silmarillion #tolkien #swg rebuild

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thewriterslament · 5 years

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writing a resume from scratch

as with literally everything i write, this got really fucking long! like, wordcounter.net estimates this will take 7 minutes to read. so i’ve placed the bulk of this post under a read more

this is not a quick tips kind of post; this is a detailed breakdown of how to write a resume from scratch, with examples that are largely taken from my own resume. this is primarily a resource for people who don’t know where to start with writing a resume, not for people who just want resume hacks

i’m saying all this so i don’t get people in my inbox complaining about how long this is. writing a resume takes a lot of time and effort, and this post does not shy away from that

creating a resume will take you a while, especially if this is your first attempt. don’t be discouraged! take breaks, and don’t try to make the perfect resume on the first try. this tutorial is designed to be completed in rounds

it usually takes me a week to get a new master resume into working order

don’t worry about page length right now. you should make a multipage master resume that contains every relevant experience before making a 1-page resume. after you’ve made the master, you can build custom resumes from it for job applications

this post is best viewed on desktop, because i use nested bullets, and tumblr mobile hates those

let’s get into it!

step 1:

list out everything you’ve ever done that could feasibly count as a resume entry: extracurriculars, jobs, volunteer positions, research, organizations you were a part of (professional or casual), freelance work, long-term hobbies. i will refer to each different experience as an “entry”

for each entry, write where (city + state) and when (timespan) you did that thing

ex. tritones a cappella group, los angeles, ca, august 20xx - present

going forward, update this list as you join or complete new jobs/hobbies/whatever so that you don’t have to wrack your brain a year down the road wondering how long you held down that job or leadership role

step 2:

describe each entry

use bullet points to list out all the things you did within that role. start with the big picture, then move on to the small stuff

big picture: the goal of the role/organization/research, overarching and long-term projects, what results you were trying to achieve + why

ex. “studied the neuroanatomy and synaptopathy of the inner ear to determine the role of glutamate receptors in hearing loss”

small stuff: literal day-to-day tasks, every software and hardware you worked with, any particularly successful moments

basically, walk through a typical day or week in this role and list out every single thing you have to do, even the grunt work.

ex. “used redcap to administer neuropsychological batteries and collect biological data”

ex. “designed and implemented a novel article format that yielded a 10% increase in audience retention”

if you still have access to the original job posting or a corporate description of responsibilities for your role, pull that up and see how much you can paraphrase from it

no duty is too stupid rn. did you google weather forecasts for your boss every week? write it down. you can make it fancy or choose to delete it later

step 3:

fancify this shit

rewrite your bullet points from step 2 with better jargon. tell your employers what you did in a concise yet assertive manner

it helps to break down each point into its most basic components, which you can then generalize or rephrase

ex. “googled weather forecasts” might become “compiled weekly reports on changing data points to assess weather trends over time”

use action words. you can find resources all over the internet for this, but if you’re still struggling, shoot me an ask and i’ll link some of the resources i’ve used myself

caution: you don’t want to sound like you used a thesaurus on every word. make sure you aren’t obscuring the meaning of your bullet points. “googled weather forecasts” should not become “utilized online databases to assemble weekly communications on meteorological variations”

start thinking about how your responsibilities for each entry relate to a) what skills you want to showcase and b) what the employer wants from you. does the employer want you to demonstrate familiarity with online databases, or does the employer want you to demonstrate familiarity with weather forecasts? your bullet point for “googled the weather” will change depending on the answer to these questions

step 4:

look at the big picture

you probably have a metric buttload of bullet points for each entry. now you need to cut that down to what’s relevant. think about which bullets are most impressive, noteworthy, and descriptive of each entry

aim for 3-5 bullet points. any less than that and you have to ask why you’re including that entry. any more than that and the employer’s eyes will glaze over

try to combine bullet points

ex. “identify content and write articles when necessary,” “maintain a pool of freelancers,” and “identify key graphics and maintain tagging structure when uploading articles” all involve the process of creating an article, so they can be combined into: “identify content, assign stories to freelancers, write articles when necessary, and upload with appropriate graphics and tags”

start thinking about tailoring your word choices and bullet points to what the employer is looking for

if you can, pull up the job posting or a sample resume for the job you’re applying to and compare your resume to it. are you using similar language? are you demonstrating similar skills?

jobhero.com is a lifesaver

finally, eliminate redundancy in your resume, both in every individual entry and in the resume as a whole. if a skill can be demonstrated by multiple entries, you only need to list it once

kill your darlings! it may sound harsh, but the things that seem super impressive to you probably won’t even be a blip on the employer’s radar. “but saying i made coffee runs shows i’m dependable and a team player!” the employer isn’t looking that deep, my dude. you can showcase your dependability in your cover letter or your interview

you should redo steps 3 and 4 several times, soliciting feedback from your parents, peers, career center, etc each time

step 5:

add the Other Stuff

education

typically, you should only include institutions for the highest level of education you’ve attended. (undergrad and grad school both count as college for this purpose)

there are exceptions to this, depending on how long you’ve spent at a higher level of education, whether your alma mater will earn you brownie points, whether you had genuinely impressive accomplishments earlier in your life, etc.

once you hit, like, 2 years in college, you should try to get rid of high school achievements and showcase college achievements instead

list the school name, city + state, degree type (BA/MA/etc) and expected graduation date (even if it’s in the future), your major(s) + minor(s), and any related coursework (ie preprofessional tracks, specific courses related to the job). you can list your gpa if you feel it’s relevant, but i caution against doing this once you’ve graduated

ex. (where // indicates a new line) harvard university, boston, ma, may 2020 // bachelor of arts in cognitive neuroscience // minor: english: focus in creative writing // related coursework: pre-medicine, computer science 101 and 102 // gpa: 3.9/4.0 (dean’s list, all semesters)

skills

a list of items without descriptions. you can do a bulleted list or you can list the entries in paragraph form, separated by commas or bold bullets

hard skills: hardware, software, languages (spoken and programming), digital and communication platforms, social media proficiencies, other technologies and devices

ex. microsoft office suite, java, wordpress, slack, familiarity with ap and chicago style

soft skills: general qualities, buzzwords, personality traits

ex. leadership, conflict resolution, time management

certifications and awards

can be one section or two depending on how many of each you have

list each one on a separate bullet point

for each, write the certification or award, the institution that granted it, and the month and/or year you received it if relevant

publications

tbh i just cite my publications in the following format instead of following a style guide

lastname, firstname. “article or chapter title.” book title, publisher (aka company or website). publication date.

if you’re the sole author, you don’t need to list the author’s name

interlude: stretch the truth a bit. don’t lie about having experience or skills you don’t, but if you can reasonably google how to do something, boom! you’re proficient in it. if you worked with two team members who never pulled their weight? you just became the sole project lead. were you a beta reader for anime fanfiction back in the day? you’re a freelance editor, baby!

step 6:

now you have to organize all the entries from step 4

separate your entries into relevant sections. what’s relevant might change based on what you’re applying for

i’ve had, at various points in my life, some subset of the following sections: work experience, volunteer experience, leadership experience, research experience, writing experience, other relevant experience

list sections in order of descending importance

write all entries in reverse chronological order: start with the most recent and work your way backwards

write all bullet points in order of descending importance. unfortunately, i don’t have any quick tips on determining what’s important, but it helps to look at the job posting and see what matters to the employer

i tend to list big picture goals, then personal accomplishments (leadership skills, projects), then daily tasks

step 7:

format this shit

you can find resume templates online or in your word processor. templates serve as a good starting point, but i recommend creating your own format so you can edit and customize it with ease. this will probably involve a lot of fiddling with indentations, paragraph spacing, and moving things around

don’t go smaller than 10pt font

mess around with line and paragraph spacing to get the right balance of white space. if you’re curious about what i use, shoot me an ask and i’ll share my weirdly specific settings

keep an eye out for bullet points with orphan words (ie lines containing only 1-3 words) and get rid of them to streamline your resume

margins can be anywhere between 0.5″ and 1″

consistency is key! make sure each entry has the same kind of spacing. don’t use hyphens in one entry and en dashes in another

in the header, write your name, email, phone number, and address

interlude: save this version of your resume as your master resume. this gives you an unedited list of everything you ever did that you can now pick and choose from when you apply to jobs. update this list every 3-6 months.

step 8:

customize your resume for the job application

unless you’ve been in the industry for several years, your job-specific resume should be no more than 1 page

if you have more than 1 page: compare the job listing and your resume side by side and ask which entries demonstrate your capabilities most effectively, which bullet points are the punchiest, and if there’s any extraneous info

match each job requirement to one bullet point on your resume. then match each bullet point on your resume to a requirement in the listing. get rid of any bullet points that don’t meet either of those criteria. if multiple bullet points match the same job requirement, get rid of the extra bullet points

if you have significantly less than 1 page: see if you can add more bullet points or reformat your resume to introduce some more white space. a 2-column set-up is great for this, with section headers on the left and bullets on the right. do you have any hobbies you’re forgetting about? any soft skills you could add?

emulate the language of the job posting; use the same action words, the same soft skills

coda

your resume should work in tandem with your cover letter, but that’s a topic for another post. maybe in another 6 months i’ll write a post on that, too

always save your resume as a pdf! you don’t want your employer to have access to your metadata

if you made it through this whole post... i’m so sorry lmao but also thanks for sticking with me

let me know if you found this helpful or if this method scored you a job!

#studyblr #adulting #adulthood #job hunt #job applications #applying to jobs #resume #resume writing #studyspo #study blog #mine

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anotherunreadblog · 5 years

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Writing Ask Thing

Tagged by: @thetenthdoctorscompanion thank you!!

Author Name: Anotherunreadffaccount on ff.net and ao3, anotherunreadaccount on wattpad.

I try to keep anotherunread____ consistent across platforms

Fandoms You Write For:

Published: MCU

Un-Published: I have one chapter for Umbrella Academy and lots of plotted but not written ocs for the likes of Stranger Things, PJO, Harry Potter, Teen Wolf,

Where You Post: ff.net, wattpad, ao3

Most Popular Oneshot: I don’t write many one shots. This deleted scene? it has 9 notes. I think that’s as high as it goes lol. It’s kinda bad too.

I'd rather this one get more attention or just my longer stuff.

Most Popular Multi Chapter Story: Crossed Wires (it's the only one published but still)

Favorite Story You Wrote: Crossed Wires, it’s my first time publishing and it made me become part of the oc community, learn to use photoshop and edit videos. I’m very thankful for it and I really want to see it through the end even if it takes me years.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: This might sound bad, but I don't get nervous?? I want validation, but I'm mostly just nervous not to get any as opposed to caring if someone doesn't like it. In other words, I'm excited to share my stories even when I'm not sure it's good. I’ve yet to receive harsh criticism/hate so that might explain it.

How Do You Pick Your Titles: Oh boy! I struggle is how I do it!

But seriously I usually try to think of themes or subjects related to the story and look up sayings and phrases. For Crossed Wires I looked up tehnology related phrases. For Boys, Do You Copy? (stranger things) all the chapter titles are radio slang or related to communication by radio. Off the Record (TUA) is a reference to Mira being a journalist and how all the apocalypse stuff happens Off the Record from the article she’s supposed to be writing.

Do You Outline: Yes! Unfortunately some ocs will never leave that stage though. But outlining is the best, it's throwing all the ideas at the wall and seeing what sticks.

How Many of Your Stories are Complete: None, and no I'm not sore about it. I don't know where you'd get that idea.

In-Progress: Depending on where you draw the line to define something a WIP (if you think outlining's enough or it needs a first chapter) between 2 and 4. Lots more ocs though.

Coming Soon: Hopefully, I can put out a new chapter for Crossed Wires soon, or maybe I could post the first chapter to Off the Record, idk. I won't lie I'm more focused on the halloween challenge right now and I'm too busy with work and school to think of writing. It might be a while.

Do You Accept Prompts: Yes! I always take forever to get to them and they might not be good but absolutely shoot your shot.

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For: Boys, Do You Copy? is a long way from being done, but I'm excited.

Tagging: @megdonnellys @seize-the-droid @cassercole @newthomally @notxjustxstories

#tag games #tagged in #thanks for the tag Britt #doing this make me realize I really haven't written much in a while #I might have to wait months 'til I'm not so overwhelmed by life

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geek-gem · 5 years

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I've seen Bumblebee again

Edit I've just realized I made the stupid mistake I had seen as seem and I only noticed it in my activity messages stupid of me sorry.

So in this post there is gonna be spoilers about the film, especially I'm gonna be rambling a bunch, I'm gonna sound ignorant. Including this is coming from a ex Transformers fan. Who has feelings about this franchise.

Well first film I've seen of 2019 everybody. I still like the film a lot. Just walked to this McDonald's near the cinema 16 theater in Sierra Vista.

But yes I like this film a lot and decided to see the 11:50 am showing instead of the 10:50 am because I decided not to take the chance because it was too close at that time.

Let me talk about some stuff. I literally feel like this is a reboot because a lot of the stuff in this doesn't make sense. Or what someone else said a soft reboot but I literally feel like how this film was set up. Decided to move to a table I'm usually at.

Because okay I never seen The Last Knight and mainly don't want to. But considering past events like Megatron stuck in the artic(the original 2007 film), the Primes and the Fallen(Revenge Of The Fallen), the Ark(Dark Of The Moon), possibly even the creators shit(Age Of Extinction), and what I've read and heard Unicron is Earth, Bumblebee even in a poster and footage from a trailer or promo was around during world war 2.

Including I haven't watched the video by HN Entertainment but just looked it up there was a Megatron deleted scene.

Even though one of the final scenes is Bumblebee becoming a camero I can't think I feel during production because of how The Last Knight's box office result went Hasbro did it or whatever. I'm not trying to make up a story it's my own theory. Especially the style of how the robots look so G1 like.

Especially that final mid credits scene with Bumblebee and Optimus I honestly feel that was shot to basically reboot the film franchise of when the Autobots came to Earth. Unless they got off later it's all bullshit.

This film is a reboot or whatever.

Unless some how even the idea and I'll talk about some Days Of Future Past stuff happened. I should just talk about the movie.

I honestly feel the best thing about this movie was Charlie's and Bumblebee's relationship. Because I seriously feel emotional about it and how well developed it is. Even though I understand the criticisms about this film being cliche I understand. Yet I feel it works because of how the movie is set up.

Really over time I'm having this big liking towards Haliee Steinfeld I really do. Honestly the rest of the cast is good too still. I still like John Cena and especially the character of Memo. Very likable even though really the only reviews I've seen are Ragin Nation and FilmJunkee.

Had to go to Google then Wikipedia to spell his name right.

Especially seeing on news on Google Screen Rant made a news article 3 hours ago about how the post looked back at it they call it a post credits scene it was a mid credits scene about how it retcons Michael Bay's Transformers. No shit is does because I literally feel they did it they did that to reboot the Bayformers universe. Ether it was Travis Knight or someone told Travis hey man can you put this scene in the movie or some one did.

Really one character I didn't like was this Tina bitch. Seriously I remember the first time and even watching this the 2nd time. This blonde bitch I'm surprised during that cliff scene Bumblebee didn't roll up the window to hurt her arm or even open the door to push her. Or hell I'm surprised Charlie didn't even get violent.

Yet really glad her car was totaled.

In fact it's weird watching this film I wanna be honest. I am so used to the harshness of the Bayformers. Because I feel like in certain scenes I expect Charlie to say, "FUCK YOU!" to some of the characters. Especially the action.

I'll be honest the Bayformers films mainly that 4th drove me off of and even the 5th despite I never seen it. I'm a ex fan yet I like other parts of the franchise.

But I like the action. Yes Michael Bay's action scenes aren't the best and I guess the best way you can call them a mess. I like the set pieces. Seriously I basically grew up with those first three films.

I still like the first that film got me to become a Transformers fan I saw it four times, the 4th time being the Imax release. Because of Bumblebee to be honest it was weird for this film not be PG-13 but it's great.

Yet I weirdly want another big Transformers film that has this heart this film had.

Or just the idea of such a film like that. You know how fucking beautiful those The Last Knight trailers are they are fucking amazing until you hear the films reception.

Especially I've talked about how I would love to see Charlie again grown up. I want her to be a protagonist in one of those films. She's older in her early 50's sorry to say well she was born in 1969. I just want to see her and Bumblebee again. Especially while before I got to think more about how this is a reboot. Yeah also Agent Jack Burns and Memo if you want especially more development on him.

Remember that old idea I've talked about what if we had a movie where the rebooted movie verse met the dimension of the Bayformers. In the end the Bayformers dimension dies like a passing the torch thing. Including shit like now it's like a grown up Charlie meets Cade Yager and Sam Witwicky.

But really I feel like considering the last few movies Shia Labeouf might not wanna come back, including Mark Wahlberg because he said The Last Knight was his last Transformers film. Yet I feel with how this film changed the timeline, I don't think that's gonna happen.

God I'm seriously interested in what's next.

So I see and it's on Google the screen writer for this film has an idea for a sequel. Fucking fabulous, because I want one. I went to see this again because I'm worried it's failing. There is so much good shit out right now but some movies aren't getting money. Yet I don't wanna say they are bombing like but 3 Buck Theater made a video about this and I see a thumbnail by Ragin Nation this is a bomb please no.

I want a big Transformers film that is better then the Bayformers films. Including I wanna be excited for Transformers again and this film made me happy. I'm excited for whatever films comes next. Probably the 6th or even that Cybertron prequel because seeing those Cybertron parts was fucking awesome.

Can I just say Shatter and Dropkick are a nice antagonist duo. Considering the film was more simple then the others. They we're nice antagonists. While not like Megatron or whatever else had to go to the Wikipedia page of this movie to see their names in case. Yet yeah their different and cool.

Also when we get more and better Transformers films can we have a better version of Grimlock my favorite? Voiced by Gregg Berger had to Google search him up I got his name right but his first name has two g's. Can we have a version of Grimlock like Fall Of Cybertron portrayed him and what I've heard of the G1 comics please can we have that. Because that version would make more sense then the development Optimus had in the 4th movie and would fit Grimlock better. Especially what I hear about the 5th movie. Sorry if I'm rambling.

Especially I weirdly want Charlie to interact with a angry stubborn Grimlock who thinks his way of handling things are better.

Tags dealt with but I think I've said all that I might of wanted to say or something. Really do like the movie and want more films but hopefully and I don't wanna stress Travis Knight but can he be involved still some how. I mean these films can be big so I don't wanna have him stressed out. But can we have more directors like him or something.

Edit(I did a lot for this but taking off the edit mentions like 4th) forgot this like this whole thing this reunion of characters it's like the Infinity War of Transformers which okay and I just thought a few seconds ago before editing this. I'd rather have that big some what Infinity War event be a different version of Unicron who's not Earth instead he's his own planet who wants to eat Earth and basically humans, Autobots, and Decepticons have to team up to stop him I'd rather have that. Been wanting that for years ever since they were promoting the 2nd movie. or just whatever bring more awesome movies like this especially big ones too.

okay I added Jack Burns tag because I liked him as a character. But I didn't wanna leave Memo yet he doesn't have a last name and I feel it be weird if that was just his tag. Especially someone put a Jack Burns tag and yeah I wanna see John Cena again. That may sound weird but I liked his character too.

#transfomrers #bumblebee movie #bumblebee 2018 #charlie watson #grimlock #optimus prime #jack burns

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alechoney · 6 years

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Healer bashing...

Today was my first solo in DF party after like … forever? … Lately I haven’t done battle content except when I’m tagging along with friends. I wanted some Tomes of Creation, so I queued for the 3 level 70 dungeons that give 50 Creation each. And it puts me in Temple of the Fist.

First pull was weird. Usually the tank pulls to the dead end and fight there, wait for adds to pop, kill them all, and then proceed. This tank pulled to the dead end, killed the blockade, and proceeded to next group, with original mobs and the newly popped adds tagging along, eating the BLM and the MNK. I followed in panic and somehow miraculously managed to keep everyone alive. Used a few Holy as well.

It was scary as hell.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

After the first boss, the tank pulled a shit ton of mobs… But I couldn’t keep up with the healing and we wiped. I got harsh comments from the PLD and the BLM. They told me to use Holy. But honestly, I didn’t have a chance to. I couldn’t even keep up with the heal. They told me my fault was using Medica II instead of Cure II. Okay….

Next try, everyone got hit with the wind AoE from the giant Zu, so I used Medica II again. And we wiped, again. Note that after the wipes, the party still kept trying to pull everything. I tried. I swear I tried my damnedest. I still couldn’t keep up. I spent my Benediction during the first wipe and it was still not ready. This time, they got angry with me for using Medica II again. They asked if I even knew the basic…

Well, the basic I know is that if I use Medica II and Regen on the tank, it could help retain the tank’s HP while I am busy casting Holy. But I didn’t have time for a Holy in this party. The mobs were just too much for me. (By the way I am i316, in case anyone wonders.)

Third try…. we wiped in the pink foggy room where there was also a Coeurl. The whole conversation since start goes:

[1:38] Me> Hello! Good evening! [1:41] Me> orz [1:44] BLM> HolyPlease use it. [1:44] Me> Sorry. Too busy healing. [1:44] MNK> +1 [1:45] MNK> -1 [1:45] BLM> Imagine if it stunned enemies meaning less healing [1:45] PLD> too busy healing to stun the mobs for more healing leeway [1:45] PLD> :thinking: [1:45] Me> But I didn’;t even have the time to start casting holy. [1:45] Me> Even spent my Benediction [1:45] BLM> :deepthonking: [1:45] MNK> You used med 2 [1:45] MNK> Its a you prob [1:46] PLD> another medica 2, nice [1:47] PLD> very effective single target throughput that one [1:47] BLM> All I want for christmas… is a whm that can heal in a dungeon [1:47] Me: Perhaps your play style is beyond my capacity. [1:47] BLM> Its a dungeon [1:47] MNK> +6? [1:47] PLD> perhaps you should use cure II instead of medica II [1:48] BLM> How do you not know the basics of your class at level 70, in a dungeon [1:48] BLM> Its like me saying “how can i use fire spells” [1:48] PLD> +234 [1:48] MNK> # 9days [1:49] Me: In my defense, I haven’t met a tank that pulls as many mobs as you. [1:49] PLD> i have never done a run where the tank didn’t do that pull [1:50] Me: In my experience average party pulls 2 mobs [1:50] PLD> please tell me you are joking [1:50] Me: I am dead serious. [1:50] MNK> Tank main gate to gate since 310 [1:50] PLD> pretty sure that stops being acceptable after level 22 [1:50] BLM> agreed [1:54] MNK> Sorry bad monk lol [1:56] PLD> why are you not casting on GCD? [1:56] PLD> like that’s not a playstyle that’s just wrong [1:56] BLM> Seriously, what are you doing Aleczan? Are you constantly going afk or something? [1:57] Me: Sorry. Benediction landed like 1/10 second too late. [1:57] BLM> You are literally going afk between pulls [1:57] Me: Nope. [1:57] Me: ANd what’s casting between GDC? [1:57] PLD> why are you waiting like 2 seconds before casting another spell? [1:57] Me: I was dodging AoE [1:58] Me: Did you not see? [1:59] PLD> all i see is my HP getting deleted on normal pulls and never going back up mate [2:00] Me: Yeah I stood too close in the mobs and had to run away from AoEs

It hurts. It hurts so much. Even when, even if, it’s my fault for wiping the party, it would be nicer if they give advice, or reprimand me in a less negative/sarcastic tone. I do appreciate feed backs, I really do. I want to improve. But it’s hard to keep my chins up when people are bashing harshly.

My errors, from the experience in this party today, were that I used Medica II instead of Cure II (or Cure III, when everyone needed cure). And I didn’t keep Tetra for when I have to dodge AoE and cannot cast. I spent my Tetra too early in the pull. I also didn’t land Benediction when I should. (1/10 second too late, as usual). What else? IDK. Maybe everything?

Frankly, I kind of know that I am not that good of a healer. I was pampered and spoiled by having a super tank as static tank. Corn and Dew seemed much more sturdy than most tanks I met in DF, so I never learned to try harder. What I said in the party was true, at least to me. Most tanks pulled 2 groups. Corn sometimes pulled 3 groups, which was already too much. I sometimes accidentally let him die when my Benediction landed 1/10 second too late. This tank seemed to have pulled 4 groups. Meaning he pulled 1 group more than Corn when he did super pull. It was just too much for me because I’m not accustomed to speed run…

Also, I rarely had to dodge AoE when it was time to spam Holy, because Corn would use Hallowed Ground and then Cover me, so I could stand in the AoE. Today I had to dodge the AoE in pink foggy room and couldn’t keep up with healing, resulting in the wipe that pissed them off so much.

IDK. I feel like whatever I do is wrong for this party. Maybe my rotation/spell selection is wrong? I’ve been with friends who always tanked for me too much and got accustomed to their pace/tactic/play style that I’m not adapting to other “normal” tank???

It’s just depressing.

In all my WHM career, I have never been bashed this bad before.

Perhaps other WHMs who are accustomed to speed runs can help me by giving me some tips?

I’m crying here, feeling worthless and desperate.

Any advice/input is welcome.

Edited - adding screenshots links https://imgur.com/tiQA0NN < 1st pull (no wipe) https://imgur.com/a3us4C9 < 2nd pull (1st wipe) https://imgur.com/NNdGO75 < 2nd pull’s 2nd try (2nd wipe)

#Healers #FFXIV #White Mage #What am I doing wrong #Angry Party #Speed Run #Duty Finder Nightmares

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nervouswreck-96 · 7 years

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Supernova - Chapter 3 (Unfinished Business)

I’m sorry this took so long. The process behind this was a process I swear I will never repeat. Basically, I wrote this chapter in chunks. That way, if I didn’t like how the chapter was panning out, I could simply replace one chunk with another chunk and smooth the cracks over. Things didn’t work out that way, and I spent ages trying to find out how to make this battle scene work. What I’m really afraid of at this point is that I’ve used up every narrative convention and cliché I know and that I’m just repeating them over and over.

A reader on DeviantArt (thanks a bunch, Blazerona!) pointed out a sentence in the last chapter that inexplicably repeated itself. No, I did not intend to write it that way; it happened after I saved the file to a cloud and some kind of conflict arose. But I still should’ve caught it. In response, I have gone back and edited the previous two chapters for similar atrocities, undid previous edits which were meant to tie into the deleted second chapter, and added new scenes and dialogue.

Remember, reviews keep my creative juices flowing! Even if you’re uncomfortable at peer reviewing, I need all the feedback I can get, whether positive or negative.

(Psst...I don’t think the Metonic shippers out there are gonna like this one very much...)

Punch. Climb. Release. Punch. Climb.

Uuuuuugh.

With each pull of his arms, Knuckles found it harder and harder to ignore the feeling that something was wrong. Gone was the numbness that once immunized him to the wounds on the sides of his body, replaced with a stabbing pain that reached down to his gut. Worse yet, he could feel the blood slide down his legs, tickling each piece of fur on the way down like a wet feather. Still, there was nothing Knuckles could do to cover the wounds. His hands were otherwise occupied holding up the entire weight of his body as he ascended the maintenance shaft.

But it wasn’t just the sides of his body that hurt.

Each pull brought him closer to the top, and closer into the faint green light that bathed the shaft. There lay the mystery that had eluded him since the moment he set foot on the ship. His sixth sense acted accordingly, sending him flashes that increased in intensity the closer he got. But it was telling him something else...something troubling. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but it felt familiar. It brought him back in time to a memory he would have rather forgotten, where everything could have been wiped out in the blink of an eye...

Knuckles pulled himself back to reality. Everything could be wiped out in the next hour if he didn’t get his red echidna butt moving.

Just...a little more...

The negative sensations only intensified, as if something drilled a hole inside Knuckles’ skull. No force on this earth could keep him from the Master Emerald for a second longer.

Then he saw it. Five horizontal columns of light poked through the darkness, illuminating a metal ventilation grate. He brought himself to its eye level and clawed over to the opposite side of the cylindrical shaft to take a peek through.

No...oh, Chaos, no...

On the opposite side of the grate, the Master Emerald was perched on a hastily-assembled shrine, wires attached to every surface of the iridescent jewel as if it were under intensive care. The once-constant green glow faded dramatically between full power and complete darkness, with almost no in-between. As far to the left as Knuckles could see from his limited perspective, he could make out a computer monitor perched on the wall, no doubt giving readouts of the Master Emerald’s energy.

Knuckles’ head exploded, and it wasn’t just his sixth sense that triggered it. He’d burst into the room and tear the whole place to shreds if the grate weren’t so damned tiny. The damned thing had been violated...taken advantage of for power. All the pieces came together in Knuckles’ head. If his theory held up, Sonic and Tails were in grave danger.

Lucky for him he never got around to crushing Tails’ annoying earpiece.

If Eggman’s robots were built with facial muscles, Metal Sonic would have a Cheshire grin a mile wide. He had every reason. For once, he was looking down on Sonic, and not the other way around. A new set of crosshairs appeared in Metal Sonic’s information-enhanced point of view, closing in around the boundaries of Sonic’s body in the frame. Once an identification match was confirmed, with the help of a picture of Sonic that Dr. Eggman helpfully stored in his internal memory, a blinking red message appeared before him: “BEGIN TERMINATION PROCEDURE”.

Not that he needed the hint. He had waited a year for this moment.

Below him, Sonic and Tails glared at the golden apparition, all the while trying in vain to hide their own fatigue – Sonic from the first missile impact, Tails from hauling him up two floors.

Metal Sonic forced Sonic and Tails to drink in his own magnificence as he descended from the rafters, arms held out at his sides, looking nothing less than the angel of death. Below his feet, clouds of rocket exhaust billowed out to herald his landing, forcing the two to turn away and squirm backward to avoid inhaling the noxious fumes. As the exhaust cloud loomed ever closer, they each met with a sudden bang against hollow steel piping, stopping them in their tracks.

They had backed all the way to the crude safety railing that separated them from falling two stories. From that point, there was nowhere for them to go but down.

There were doors up ahead. Plenty of them. Twenty or so, by Tails’ count, give or take two that might have been obscured by Metal Sonic’s presence. However, they were all sealed, each one flanked by a numeric keypad on the side wall on which, presumably, one of Eggman’s robotic assistants would enter the passcode to pry it open. Whatever dark secrets lay on the other side were obscured. All possible escape routes were cut off.

No way back. No way forward. No way up. The only way out was to fight.

Even with his eyes glazed over in pure terror, Tails couldn’t help but notice something oddly familiar. A bright, piercing golden aura surrounded Metal Sonic, illuminating the entire area and casting well-defined shadows in every direction. It was almost a carbon copy of the scene that usually followed Sonic’s super transformation.

Emphasis on “almost”.

He was the only one presently in the room to have ever gotten a first-hand look at such a scene from an outsider’s perspective, and yet even with his genius-level intelligence, he would be hard-pressed to put into words the raw, surging emotions he felt each time Sonic “went Super” – as was the crude term they came up with. No matter the level of danger they faced, no matter how close they brushed against death, Sonic’s golden aura of positive energy was enough to convince the world that everything was going to be okay. Even as a mere spectator from several feet away, the glow felt as warm and comforting as cozying around a warm fireplace even as the harsh winter closed in from outside.

But this was different. In Metal Sonic’s presence, Tails felt nothing of the sort. He felt nothing, period. Metal Sonic’s aura was not warm, or comforting, or in any way positive. Not that anyone should have expected it to be, of course. It was just...there, surrounding him almost as a display of power for power’s sake, just to show he could make one out of thin air. Or worse.

Inches above the floor, Metal Sonic’s rocket boosters cut out, allowing him to land face-to-face with the two. Sonic took this opportunity to examine his own reflection in his counterpart’s shimmering golden finish. Naturally, he came to admire it, despite the cuts and bruises he sustained not two minutes earlier.

“Say...nice paint job, Metal!” said Sonic. “Really brings out your eyes, y’know?”

“So...you do remember me,” said Metal, in an all-too-perfect synthesized replication of the real Sonic’s voice. “And yet, after all this time, you thought I had vanished into thin air?”

Sonic made a noise that could only be described as half-cough, half-scoff. “Yeah...wouldn’t say I’ve been cryin’ my eyes out over it.”

“Really? Well, I can arrange that.”

Tails could no longer hold himself together. He stepped out from behind Sonic’s shadow and pointed an accusing finger at Metal Sonic. “Where’s Eggman? What did you do with him this time? Is this your ship?” he asked.

“Oh, that? That was eons ago. Believe me, if I was up to that kind of nonsense again, I wouldn’t have bothered to keep up this level of subtlety,” said Metal Sonic.

“Believe you? Hmph. Yeah, right.” asked Sonic.

Without even realizing it, his head nudged closer to that of his metal counterpart. Soon enough, Metal Sonic’s drill-shaped approximation of a nose poked against Sonic’s organic, beady sniffer. As the two stared each other down, Sonic found himself permanently locked into a staring contest with a competitor who couldn’t blink, whose eyes were merely tools for intimidation that never surfaced. They weren’t merely staring into the face of a longtime rival. They each gazed into their own inverted image; Sonic’s streaming blue quills contrasting with Metal Sonic’s reflective golden paint scheme, Sonic’s vibrant and passionate emerald-green and white eyes gazing into Metal Sonic’s cold, heartless red and black.

Eventually, Tails grew tired of standing around. Something had to happen soon, if only to get this over with sooner. He poked his finger into the back of Sonic’s shoulder once. Twice.

No response.

He decided not to press the issue any further. After all, if years of experience taught him anything, there was method to Sonic’s madness. As far as he was concerned, this was Sonic’s Super-Happy Adventure Thrill Ride, and he was only tagging along. Stopping the ride while it was in progress would only turn out badly for all involved.

“If you must know...I don’t care who or what you ‘believe’. I am far beyond that...imposter you met last time,” said Metal Sonic, seemingly spitting on the “I” word...that is, if Eggman’s robots had any saliva. “I am far beyond you. Far beyond any of this...crude matter you call life.”

Sonic sighed and shook his head. “It’s always the same ol’, same ol’ with you, isn’t it? Tryin’ to make the whole world pay for your insecurity? Well, shove this into your hard drive! There is only one Sonic in this room, and I ain’t lookin’ at ‘im!”

Though Metal Sonic had no visible mouth, a faint chuckle could be detected from the mere bobbing of his head. “You fool...you imply that I want to keep up that old charade?”

“Don’t--”

But whatever witty repartee Sonic planned on using plummeted back down his throat. He stepped back and replayed what Metal Sonic just said, unsure if he even heard it right.

All right, what crazy pills did Eggman feed him THIS time?

“Being the ‘real Sonic’…keeping up with you? Hah! It means nothing to me anymore. You. Mean. Nothing. Why would I dare limit myself to such...pitiful standards, when the entire world is within my grasp?” said Metal Sonic.

Sonic rolled his eyes, calling attention to it by bobbing his head – a faux-dramatic gesture that Metal Sonic either failed to detect or simply pretended not to notice.

“Heh…pretty big talk for a three-time loser,” said Sonic, in the most mocking, singsongy tone he could manage.

As he turned away to let Metal Sonic absorb the barb, a distinct whirring sound from the other side convinced him to turn his gaze back.

The air itself swirled around his palms in an ever-increasing vortex, obscured by pinpricks of light that represented energy in its purest form. Soon, those pinpricks faded into a glowing ball from which miniature bolts of lightning shot forth. With a short burst of his rocket boots, he rose off the floor and wound his arms into a sidewinder throwing motion. The staring contest was over. Metal Sonic had blinked. Sonic spared a quick glance at Tails and realized this was a bad time to stand directly next to each other.

“Move!” they each said in unison.

With one lunging step, Tails took the mightiest dive he could manage, arms outstretched with the MilesElectric in unsteady hands. For an inch or two, his nose scraped against the floor, churning his stomach at the prospect that the rest of his body would follow and leave him an open target for Metal Sonic. Then, just when he needed it to, the motion of his tails kicked in, providing the lift he needed.

Without warning, the fur on Tails’ backside and head shot up. This couldn’t have been some sort of internal bodily reflex caused by his own excitement. If it was, this would have happened the moment he stepped onto the ship. Behind him, a thundering roar split the air, throwing Tails for a loop. When he turned around to get a look at the source of the noise, he noticed a charred black crater in the floor where the two had previously stood, and a pair of skid marks just inches in front of it. Tails didn’t need to be a forensic scientist to realize which direction those skid marks pointed.

Forwards. Into the danger.

A lump formed in Tails’ throat. When they said to move, they didn’t specify where.

Not taking any chances, Metal Sonic indexed every single file in every single folder on his considerable file system, leafing through essential drivers, blueprints, and documents, tossing aside anything that did not bear the name of the file he needed. Within the amount of time it took Sonic to take a single step, the task was completed, and a command appeared before him on the scan-lined viewscreen that represented his view of the world.

“EXECUTE WEAPON-PRESET ‘BLITZKR.egg’”

Without sparing a moment for showmanship, Metal Sonic fired off more energy blasts toward the onrushing hedgehog as fast as he could charge them up. He fired in an arc from left to right to left, gradually moving the line of fire back toward the ground directly below him, making sure that any earth where Sonic might have set foot would be scorched along with the hedgehog himself. Each blast struck the floor with a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar, leaving smoking, bubbling indentations so close together that cracks started to form between them.

Yet through the savagery, a familiar blue flicker danced around certain death, bouncing over the energy balls before they even struck the ground, zipping through the tiny cracks between impact zones. Metal Sonic increased the rate of fire, but still Sonic effortlessly navigated the maze of cracks that consumed the floor. The green on-screen targeting reticule that guided Metal Sonic’s fire was unable to cope with the lofty demand, jumping about in all directions in a hopeless attempt to follow something it could not possibly follow.

Something in Sonic’s head clicked. How he knew, even he didn’t exactly know. But he knew. He had reached the sweet spot.

“Heads up, faker!”

One well-aimed shot could end this battle before it started. With inches to spare, Sonic leapt headfirst for Metal Sonic and curled into a spin attack, and braced for the usual shower of smashed circuit boards, shorted wires, and infinitesimal capacitors that pierced his body as he thrust himself through the brains of the machine.

All he got was a dull thud.

No bending, no flexing, no sign of damage. He just...bounced off Metal Sonic.

What? Did...did he just...

His spin attack could deflect hollow-point bullets, cut the strongest of steel alloys into ribbons, tunnel through miles of the earth’s surface without breaking much of a sweat…and yet this…clone held up to it without taking so much as a scratch.

Before he could even consider the variables that could lead to that result, he had to coordinate his own landing. His fears were confirmed the instant he looked up: Metal Sonic came out completely unscathed. All Sonic managed to do was knock him a few feet out of the air, for which he could easily compensate with his rocket boosters.

Almost the second after he landed, Tails rushed to his side. He had only one question: “What the heck just happened over there?”

“Buddy, I was just about to ask you the same thing...” said Sonic, rubbing his head. Tails shrugged, his mouth still agape. For once, he didn’t have the answer Sonic needed.

Metal Sonic crept ever closer to the two, making sure the sound of his laughter would drown out any conversation the two could possibly carry out. Gently, he decreased the power of his rocket boosters, allowing himself to drop to the ground.

“Was that the best you could do?!” he asked.

Sonic’s expression was reinvigorated by the personal challenge, draining all sense of shock from his eyes. “Heh...I’m just getting warmed up!” he said.

“Is that so?” said Metal Sonic.

Even as Metal Sonic spoke, the engine inside his chest cavity slowly purred and roared into life. When it reached a specific speed, a spark ignited, and a trail of blue flames burst out of his backside.

“So am I,” he added.

The pocket of air immediately surrounding him vibrated, tore, and rippled with the sound of the initial blast before settling back into place, as if oxygen itself feared for its safety in Metal Sonic’s presence. Only specialized boots kept him bolted to the ground, preventing him from careering into Sonic and Tails right then and there. Without a second thought, Sonic turned toward his partner, knowing deep down that he might not get another chance.

“Back off, Tails!” said Sonic, pointing his finger forcefully at the ground. “It’s me he wants!” But Tails didn’t even need the signal. One look into Sonic’s eyes told him more than he needed to know.

“But...but I...thought he said…” said Tails.

“That’s what he says,” said Sonic, flashing his trademark thumbs-up. “But trust me. He’ll change his tune soon enough.”

“Sonic, wait!” shouted Tails. “He’s...”

But it was too late. It had been too late from the time he opened his mouth. While Metal Sonic was still boosting in place, Sonic charged forward with everything he had.

The first die had been cast. Sonic’s first step triggered Metal Sonic to unclamp his boots from the floor, releasing all his stored energy in the form of raw, uncontained speed. Two unstoppable forces converged on one another, racing to become the first to the center of an imaginary battlefield, each lowering their heads for the inevitable collision. Tails braced himself as well, gripping the MilesElectric firmly to his chest with both arms.

It took less than a second for the two forces to plow head-first into one another. The energy of one directly counteracted the energy of the other, and there was nowhere else for it to go but outward, resulting in a shockwave that resounded across the massive expanses of the ESS-1. Tails barely managed to get his feet off the ground before the blast consumed him and his precious device.

In an instant, both Sonic and Metal Sonic found their forward motion curtailed completely. No matter how far Sonic pushed the limits of his speed, his shoes slipped and slid across the floor with each step, pushed beyond even the limits of their endurance. The same held true for Metal’s afterburners, held into submission by Sonic’s sheer persistence. Even as they pushed their ailing engines harder and harder, neither one of them was willing to give an inch. The unstoppable forces had become immovable objects.

Grunting and straining as his muscles screamed out for mercy, a Gallic smile was fixed on Sonic’s face.

“Tryin’ to…pass yourself off as Super Sonic now…are ya?” he asked, struggling for each word. “Let’s see…if you’re as fast as him!”

His feet skidded across the floor at speeds that would propel him to Mach 3 under normal circumstances. Under these circumstances, however, his shoes kicked up a plume of thick, grey smoke from the constant friction of rubber and metal. On the other side, Metal Sonic’s rocket fire had long since surpassed the melting point of the steel floor, creating a puddle of silver magma that bore all the way down to the core. Second by second, Metal Sonic’s head pressed itself deeper and deeper against Sonic’s skull, crushing blood vessels flat, forcing vital cranial fluids into retreat, sending a rush of throbbing pain across his forehead. It seemed inevitable that the whole structure would crack open and collapse in on itself at any moment. But until it did, Sonic reached deeper into his reserves for that one extra helping of strength that would force Metal Sonic back.

Suddenly, a feeling of weightlessness jolted through Sonic’s every nerve. What was happening? He couldn’t turn his head, but he could turn his eyes toward the ground. That’s when it came to him – familiar debris marks on the floor began to move. Forwards.

Metal Sonic was pushing him back.

What is this thing even made of?! Urgh...doesn’t matter...I’ll tear through it no matter how long it takes! Sonic thought.

There was no recourse left for Sonic. He had to reach the upper limit of his speed, a point that even he wasn’t sure of. And yet…had he reached it already? His legs simply wouldn’t accept a command to “go faster”. Blood vessels and lungs, already conditioned to the rigors of hypersonic travel, were on the verge of exploding. Just one more burst of effort, it seemed, would be enough for the whole system to shut down. Yet for all of that, Sonic still lost precious ground against Metal Sonic’s ferocious assault.

He couldn’t escape that. In fact, it consumed him. His brain no longer listened to any impulses from tortured nerves begging him to give in. He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t accept the mere concept of giving in. Not after he had come this far. Sonic readied himself for his last valiant sprint...

…and took one bad step. That was all Metal Sonic needed.

For a fraction of a second, Sonic’s stumble forced both his feet above the ground, where his friction-enhanced rubber soles would be useless in holding him steady. With no opposing force to keep him in check, Metal Sonic shot forward like a bullet, dragging a stunned Sonic with him. By the time he even noticed where he was, Sonic’s face, chest, and shoulders had all come into contact with the floor, spewing a trail of blood from his facial wounds. He came to rest just inches short of the same wall where he had been attacked earlier, with his limbs thrown about into positions they were never intended to occupy.

A thick curtain of indistinct noise clouded his vision, causing him to lose a grip on his normally-keen sense of orientation. As he struggled to his knees, he couldn’t tell which way his head was pointed. He blinked once. He blinked twice. It made no difference; the fog was imprinted upon his eyes. The simple act of tilting his head forward brought an unwelcome splash upon Sonic’s upper lip. A nosebleed, once a mere trickle, soon became a mighty waterfall that threatened to engulf his entire face. Any effort he made to snort back the rush was futile.

After doing a complete aerial circuit of the room, Metal Sonic came to a stop hovering just over Sonic’s body. He slowly brought his head down closer to Sonic’s level to further twist the knife.

“I win,” he said.

After a few seconds, Sonic noticed a shrill ringing sound in his ears, a common side effect of a concussion. But...that didn’t make any sense. They weren’t ringing this much even in the first moments after he struck the ground. This wasn’t a ringing sound...it was a whirring sound. It couldn’t have been in his head. Metal Sonic was up to something.

A harsh blue light suddenly poked through his sealed eyelids, jolting him to force them open. Vague, formless streaks of blue light dotted Sonic’s vision, in tune with the movements of Metal Sonic’s left hand. A blue orb of light emerged from the inside of the robot’s palm, charged up with an unseen, amorphous weapon. Sonic didn't need telling what it was. He needed to move. But this time, of all times, he couldn’t. Each time he tried to forget about his injuries and keep moving, the pain only intensified, keeping him glued to the floor. The urgency of the situation did little to infuse him with life – a life that could be extinguished in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, he felt a hand grip tightly onto his right wrist, yanking his entire arm up in one swift motion. And then the expressions changed.

“Don’t count your eggs before they hatch,” said Sonic, with a smirk. The Tails Express had arrived right on schedule.

Soon, the rest of his body gracefully ascended from the floor, leaving an empty-eyed Metal Sonic aiming at nothing but the opposite-side wall. His targeting reticule bounced around his line of sight, searching for someone who wasn’t there. The doppelganger looked up, only to find Sonic waving back at him as he dangled off the arm of his savior.

Tails carried Sonic as far away from Metal Sonic as possible, buying them time to come up with a new strategy. Sonic closed his eyes, letting the rush of the wind renew his life force and permeate his body and soul. He felt normal again. No...better than normal. He felt like he could take on the world. But Tails saw the world in a different way. A significant portion of his view was consumed by Sonic’s gashed, bruised head. His nosebleed oozed onto Tails’ right arm as it held him aloft. And this was just his head. Tails shuddered at the thought of the possible injuries to the rest of his body, which he hadn’t been able to see yet.

“I tell ya, buddy...” said Sonic. “I don’t know what I’d do without you!”

“Oh, Sonic...” said Tails, his voice cracking. “What did he do to you?”

“Nothin’ I haven’t gotten through before!” said Sonic, flashing a thumbs-up with his one free hand. “And I’ll get through this!”

“Not without me, you won’t! The only way we can beat this thing is if we do it together! He was built to destroy you…hate you…but I don’t think he’s prepared to take on both of us!”

Sonic beamed. Apparently someone was listening to his impromptu sermons on teamwork.

“Turn this ship around, cap’n!” he said. “Let’s get ‘im!”

“Yeah!”

Tails made a tight 180-degree turn, leaving Sonic to swing dangerously off to the side. But he would never let go – not of Tails’ hand, nor of this moment. For one fleeting moment, hope triumphed over despair. There was a chance they could pull this off.

It took only one second for that chance to be snuffed out. The entire cavernous space on the ESS-1 flashed with a sudden burst of illumination, and the room temperature shot up several degrees.

“What the heck--” Sonic asked.

In the blink of an eye, a blinding white laser streaked across the air, buzzing past Sonic’s head. A sudden pull of gravity forced Sonic back to the left, taking him out of the beam’s path with a split-second to spare. Tails was pulled into a temporary state of shock by the flash, just long enough for him to forget what he was even doing. Without him realizing it, his tail-blades momentarily came to a halt, only for him to fire them up again when the two began to drop out of the air like rocks.

A deafening metal crash above them commanded their attention. When they looked up, they beheld the full effect of Metal Sonic’s weapon for the first time. A steel beam on the ceiling had melted through as if it were a chocolate bar, and flashed a bright orange on the edges of where the laser had struck it. The blast destroyed the joints connecting it to the ceiling, causing the two-ton object to break free from its chains and swing on its one remaining hinge. Miraculously, the hinge held up, preventing the beam from collapsing.

“Whoa!” said Sonic, just after the noise settled. “Evasive maneuvers!”

The room lit up a second time, but Tails, recognizing the cue, made a swift turn to the right. Sonic’s legs escaped incineration from the second laser by mere inches.

“You’re kidding me! He’s got lasers now?” asked Tails.

“Apparently!” said Sonic.

Tails’ heart rate soared with the anticipation of the next one. He was trapped in a virtual thunderstorm, dreading the next flash of lightning that could strike at any moment. His right arm shook like pure jelly down to the wrist, where his glove became soaked in sweat that dripped off his brow. His mind whizzed between stations, with so many things to keep track of at the same time. Airspeed, heading, Sonic’s status on his right arm, the status of the MilesElectric still lodged in his left arm, when the next laser could strike and what the best strategy was to avoid it. He had committed himself to the world’s most dangerous aerial juggling act.

“Hold on tight, buddy! This could get rough!” said Sonic.

As if in reply, Sonic heard a voice crackle to life in his left ear. But it wasn’t Tails’. He was too preoccupied to talk. He couldn’t tell what it was saying in the middle of the chaos, but its identity came to him soon enough.

“Knuckles?!” said Sonic.

“What?!” asked Tails. “Where?!”

“On the ear-thingy! Didn’t you hear him?”

Tails made another 180-degree turn, so that they might be able to at least get enough quiet to make out what Knuckles had to say – hastily pulling Sonic above a fourth laser in the meantime. Finally, the two landed on the next floor down, buying themselves time for at least a few seconds of conversation. On this deck, they ran into the exact same layout – a wide enclosure with multiple locked security doors blocking the way forward. It was no less wide and no less deep than the deck above, but given the circumstances, somehow it didn’t feel that way.

“Guys! You’ve got to listen to me!” shouted Knuckles. “You’re in grave danger!”

The few seconds expired. Another flash, and the ceiling above Sonic and Tails rumbled and shook, knocking a tile to the floor.

“Tell me something I don’t know!” said Sonic.

The ear-piercing sounds of battle, destruction, and desperation clued Knuckles in. His discovery had come too late. Still, better late than never. On Sonic and Tails’ floor, more blasts came from above. More tiles fell from the ceiling. Metal Sonic dared the two to come back up and face him.

“Listen, there’s something more! I don’t know what’s going on, but I can feel it! It’s as if...as if the Master Emerald itself is being warped and distorted and...!” said Knuckles.

“Would you just get to the point?!” said Sonic.

“It’s negative Chaos Energy! Only it’s more concentrated than I’ve ever felt it! It’s...almost tearing me apart!”

Negative. Chaos. Energy. Three words that brought shivers through the spines of anyone who knew their significance. Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles were three of the unlucky ones who experienced their effects first-hand on multiple occasions. They could add this occasion to the list.

“Wait, you’ve got the Emerald?” asked Tails.

“No...it’s locked away. There’s only one entrance to the chamber, and I can’t break through. Believe me, I’ve tried,” said Knuckles, rubbing his sore fists.

The sound of a rocket engine overpowered Knuckles’ tinny voice, capturing Sonic and Tails’ attention. Just beyond the ledge of the deck hovered Metal Sonic, with yet another laser at the ready. With little time to think, Sonic grabbed hold of Tails’ wrist and yanked him along for a supersonic dash to the opposite end of the hallway. The next laser fired on their initial positions and gradually moved toward their current ones.

“You wanna speed this one up?” asked Sonic, as he and Tails made a perfectly-timed jump over the oncoming laser to save themselves from certain death.

“There’s a passcode, and no one here is nice enough to give it to me straight! I need Mr. Hacker over there to let me in!” said Knuckles.

Tails gulped. “Wait…I—”

“Go! I’ll keep ‘im busy!” said Sonic.

“What happened to sticking together?!” asked Tails. “I thought…”

“We are sticking together…all three of us! Knuckles needs you right you right now! Don’t worry about me, I can handle it!”

That was a hard sell to Tails, now that he could actually see the extent of the cuts and bruises throughout Sonic’s entire body. Tails couldn’t help but wonder if Sonic was hiding an even deeper pain from him, but if this were the case, it seemed nothing less than betrayal to not be there for him. He stared into his own reflection in the MilesElectric’s screen, and then back at Sonic, hoping that his mere aura of fortitude could force a decision.

The next moment, Metal Sonic fired off yet another laser, forcing them to dive in opposite directions.

“Hey, you said we were gonna have to ‘wing it’, right?” said Sonic.

That was all Tails needed. He scrambled to his feet, jumped to avoid the laser beam, and soared over the ledge back down to Deck 6 where they started. If this fight was going to be won, his place wasn’t with Sonic. His place was among machines. Ironically enough, so was Sonic’s. He rose to his feet, standing with a slight wobble, but no less tall and proud. He had been beaten up. But he hadn’t been beaten.

All right, faker. The kid gloves are OFF. It’s just you and me now.

On the next Supernova: The race to shut down the ESS-1!

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Fanfic Writer Asks

[SOURCE: criminal-minds-fanfiction: Most of the writer ask posts I come across are only like ten or so questions long so I thought I’d try to make a longer one because we like talking about our writing! Feel free to reblog!]

I got this from @wickedobsessed101 and copied and pasted the questions so I can fit my own answers too. You can find the post I got from them here.

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction? I started around 2011, so I was around 13 years old at the time.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one? I am currently writing for The Owl House fandom, but I am intending on broadening my scope to She-Ra as well as Lord of the Rings, Zelda, and ATLA bc gay fantasy brain go brrr.

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer. I prefer to write original characters myself. Y/N stuff is not exactly my forte. It gives me more control as to how I know the characters will act depending on their own characterization and backstory.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for? I actually really prefer to write really tense stuff, despite my misleading username. I live for the conflict of the moment and it does lean into some pretty angsty stuff sometimes. I mean, look at Soul Bound. However, I also do like writing light-hearted comedies as well as some fluff whenever I can get around to it. My heart yearns and so too must the romantic tension.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi-chaptered stories, which would it be and why? I really only have one that is published, but it is definitely the one that I do like the most. Soul Bound was originally a story that was going to stand on its own. It was set in a world that I created meticulously from the ground up, taking inspirations from Lord of the Rings, Legend of Zelda, ATLA among other things. I do have other multi-chapter projects in the works that I absolutely love, however out of my published babies, it's SB 100%.

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why? The Legion of Lenny Faces was a crack fic that I just posted for funsies. I wouldn't mind getting rid of that.

7) When is your preferred time to write? Since I am starting to work again, I'm thinking about starting work on my writing around 2PM. It's normally around that time that I start anyway, so it works out.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from? Movies, music, sometimes even my own songs that I write. Inspiration really comes from anywhere that hits me. However, it hits especially hard whenever I make a playlist for a particular mood that I want a story to have.

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote? In Soul Bound, my current favorite scene that I have written was the scene in the chapter Confrontations with the scene between Amity and Odalia. I essentially channeled everything I ever wanted to say to my abuser into Amity's words and it was the most cathartic thing that I ever wrote.

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?In The Bean that I wrote for April Fools, while it definitely is a crack fic, I still wanted it to read like an Owl House episode or at least an Owl House short. However, I did think of an alternate ending in mind where the bean just kept on multiplying until it flooded the entirety of the BI. However, That would mean by those rules, duplicating all non-living things on the isles.

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it? I split an entire chapter into two pieces and rewrote another one just because of criticisms that made complete sense to me. In all honesty, I did blame the burnout, however all of that and the small break I did take helped a lot to reinvigorate my love for this story that I am writing.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why? Skara. 100%, she is babey and I love her.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why? Gonna be honest, while I love King as a character, I don't exactly like writing him. I feel like if I wrote him as more of an active part of the story, it would detract entirely from the whole thing. Second would be my OC, Robert Almade solely because I feel like he can be much more fleshed out, but also because there are parts of his character that I did write that just don't make complete sense to me. This should be worked out later.

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories. For Soul Bound, I literally asked a Discord server for ideas because all the titles I did think of were shit XD. However, I recently came up with the title for my Skarlow punk band AU, Skara and the Wallflower, based on the book/movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower as well as band names in general.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names? I normally think about the themes the character embodies and how they may change and grow throughout the story, and then I translate specific keywords into different languages and trim them in a way that sound like a name.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?[Ask me about a specific story]

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.“Oh, sure! Protect me from him, but let Amity take the brunt of it and possibly die? What if she is dead, Eda? What if I can’t see her again?”

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? I'd rather not talk about it.

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to? Possibly I may have one for Skara and the Wallflower if I feel up to it, however Soul Bound is going to be a one-and-done deal.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently? Yes!

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire? @lunanight2012 @quirkquartz @descendantofthesparrow

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it? Any story that I haven't published.

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence? I do listen to music just to set in the general mood and once I get going, I can go either with or without it.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes? I can write smut. However I don't ever feel comfortable publishing smut. It really just isn't for me.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story? YES! I ABSOLUTELY HAVE!!!! SO MANY TEARS BECAUSE OF THE ANGST!!!

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write? This most recent chapter was actually the hardest to write because I was already so scared when writing Scrying of the Soul that when I started writing this one, I didn't know how to settle down with this whole thing. I knew Luz needed to process her trauma before I introduced the ghost, but exactly how I felt like I had trouble with.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow? I have a varied mix of ways I outline. Yes, I do have a list of bullet points about what major plot points go where, but really that's all that comes together before I start writing. Soul Bound is completely plotted out in the very broad strokes, but the rest is just improvisation.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction? That writing would be the single most fun thing that I have ever done and to be fair while I do want my stories to be the best they can be, just the fact that I'm getting them out there makes me happy.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like? Gonna be honest, my one-shots don't get a lot of love, but it is entirely understandable.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at? Ya know, Imma just say a song title that I wrote that many people love that I've grown to just not like. Ticking Time Away.

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec, not the answerer)Yeah, sure!

32) Are any of your characters based on real people? The way I characterize Odalia is based on a mix of what is already established. That and a heavy doseage of my abuser and their mindset. Which is kind of why it felt cathardic writing that scene in Conflicts.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten? Honestly, whenever I make a revision and it is heavily praised by either a reader if I edited an already published chapter or a beta reader if I had revised a particular scene they didn't like. I thrive off of any good critique and it makes me want to do better.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten? I mean there are people who wouldn’t read just because what I wrote was a ghost fic, but tbh it wasn't even that harsh.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest? I normally share with other writers when I'm really excited so I can bounce ideas off of them, however specific story elements I keep close to my chest because that part feels like my personal touch moreso than the general idea.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s? HAHA NICE TRY BEYOTCH YOU JUST HAVE TO READ IT!! (Other than the fact that Amity does get her body back, but that's already been promised.)

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written? The BEAN

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name them. I would honestly be willing to collab with anybody from the Good Witch Society on Discord. As well as my partner which we already talked about quite a few ideas that we had for stories.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person? So, I do love writing inner monologue, however if I was ever staying in one character's perspective, it would just feel way too limiting. I prefer third person omniscient so I can at least give the reader insight into what's going on in everybody's heads.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?IRL, yeah. But I have established that I am using this to exercise my own writing skills.

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written? Emira I would actually consider a minor character in the grand scope of my story, however I absolutely adore writing her.

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.I write my own songs and to be completely fair, it was really spontaneous in Soul Bound, but I found out a plot point that could definitely weave in extremely well within the story.

Skara and the Wallflower being a punk band AU will definitely be a songfic with all original songs.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it? Actually, nobody has ever really guessed a plot twist yet.

44) What is the last line you wrote? This really can't be good.

45) What spurs you on during the writing process? I already really adore the stories that I write and my goals are to write them and get them out there. I think about how the characters react and how things can go wrong in a way that makes sense.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?[Ask me for a specific story]

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?[Ask me]

48) What’s your favourite trope to write? Friends to Lovers, hands down.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about? To be completely honest, the first fic I read was a Zelda fic. I forgot what most of the plot was about, but it did involve Link and Zelda going into Termina and meeting up with this original character who did everything he can to fuck with the both of them. It's very vague, but I absolutely loved it and I never remembered it updating.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? I'd have to cave and say angst. I like to have conflict in my stories, but I never like to have it be complete brooding. Just some light trauma, you know?

If you wanna read my stories, they’re all right here: F1uffyTurtle

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