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averageallogene · 9 months

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This would be quite long...

Your family lives in one of the houses around the Dawn Winery manor and you, Diluc and Kaeya grew up together. As a result, Diluc develops a kiddie crush on you.

That's why he isn't too happy when Crepus suddenly informs him that he is now engaged to Jean because Jean's mother has activated the betrothal contract between their families.

It did not take long for Jean to realize Diluc doesn't like her the same way he likes you and she gets miffed because she feels you have 'stolen' her fiancé. Her more... overzealous servants decide to take things into their own hands and make you 'go away' through 'unfortunate incidents'.

Eventually, your mother is forced to fake your death and send you to Baizhu, her distant relative in Liyue, when one of the 'unfortunate incidents' comes a little too close to killing you.

After Diluc returns from his self-exile after Crepus' death, the first thing he does is to annul the betrothal contract.

Diluc ♡⊹˚ Dandelions (SFW)

fem. reader (3rd person) ; angst. cw for attempt at another's life, ala drama.

2k words.

notes. Well, these definitely force me to take some liberties since the characters are ooc. Let’s just assume this is an AU of sorts alright?~ I might have to write something sweet for Jean to make up for these… Also, these are getting quite long and since I’ve got quite a few prompts waiting in my inbox… I might have to start and make them shorter :’) Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! ✧˖°.

The fresh air of the lands of the Anemo Archon had once felt liberating, crisp as they would gently rustle against the leaves of the trees and the foliage across His lands of Mondstadt. The green grass would dance in a delicate duet with the breezes Barbatos would send, blessing each and every one of his children as they would carefully whisper their dreams into his winds.

Dreams of valor, of knighthood, of happiness. Those were dreams shared between the Ragnvindr brothers, their lips carefully whispering their wishes onto the dandelions before they were blown across the skies. Such were dreams they would share with their closest friends, mainly Jean and [F/N], two young girls who would frequently visit the manor. Crepus absolutely adored watching his sons have fun with them, the smile raising onto his tired face never quite leaving as they ran across his crops, carefully as to not ruin any of the vines that supported his business.

To Diluc, however, it hadn't taken long to add another wish to his lips, this one being ushered in utter secrecy before he'd blow each dandelion. Why wouldn't he tell them, his brother Kaeya would pester him, watching with amusement how his face would become as red as his hair. Well, the eldest simply couldn't, not when [F/N] was near them, lest he want to be exposed for his growing feelings he couldn't quite explain yet. So instead, he'd come up with ways to change the subject, each time evading the momentary embarrassment his brother would bring upon him. It wasn't like Kaeya didn't know, he just liked to see his brother mutter embarrassedly far too much not to. Siblings were just like that, were they not?

Well, no matter, for [F/N] remained oblivious. She was too busy with her own little dreams, with her friends, she couldn't exactly notice the way Diluc's hand would grow sweaty each time they'd hold hands, or each time he would tremble slightly in his voice when she spoke his way. His heart would pitter patter, it was downright annoying, yet he strangely didn't want to to go away. Diluc even wondered if this was what his dad felt for his mom at one point, if this was the fabled love he'd hear in all those fairy tales he'd read. He was still far too young to fully grasp it, but at that time, all he knew was that he wished to hold [F/N]'s hand for a little longer, for her to remain close…

Those feelings had persisted, even as they went into adolescence. Diluc became a little less obvious in his infatuation, or so he thought, keeping himself seemingly cool about it as both [F/N] and Jean would still visit. By that point, the three of them had expressed wishes of joining the Knights of Favonius, their friend [F/N] being the one that simply supported them from the sidelines as she expressed her own dreams. Diluc couldn't help himself, showing curiosity for her own goals, demonstrating his utter support as he hoped to one day be privileged enough to know just what she would whisper so sweetly to the dandelions they would still blow together.

He wasn't fooling anyone, at least those closest to him, yet he truly thought he did.

Even Crepus himself knew, and he couldn't hide the heartache he felt for his son. Watching him hold such endearment in his gaze felt bittersweet. From his study he watched as they walked across his property calmly, watching silently as Diluc smiled sweetly to [F/N], the young girl laughing softly as they enjoyed each other's company. His roughened fingers caressed the letter he'd stored in one of his drawers, avoiding it like the plague until he couldn't no longer. He wished he could prolong his son's happiness, yet the way the Gunnhildr family not so gently reminded him so often of their contract definitely didn't help. It felt wrong, yet there were duties they needed to honor to avoid further disaster.

That was why, during one such sunny day, Crepus had waited for [F/N] to leave, summoning his son after. He presented him the letter, patiently waiting for him to read it all. He could see as Diluc's jaw clenched, the emotions boiling deep under the surface as he attempted his hardest to remain level headed. Crepus knew, he could see it, Diluc was downright enraged about the arrangement. Yet still, having raised his son to the best of his abilities, he could also see a sense of acceptance, his otherwise bright red eyes losing a part of its shine as it dawned on him the responsibility he held. It broke Crepus, yet he remained steadfast. It was a curt exchange, yet it was one that burnt a part of Diluc's heart to ashes.

He couldn't deny [F/N] his company. He still deeply craved for it in fact, like a moth to a flame, he gravitated towards her even when he knew he shouldn't feed into his desires. It simply felt wrong to not do so, especially so when the woman he'd grown to adore had so recently confided in him her deepest wishes. Yes, he'd finally been given the privilege of listening to her deepest yearnings, her lips carefully spelling out her dreams as they would, together, blow dandelions before watching them soar through the air. He couldn't cut her out, no matter how much his responsibility told him to. In fact, Diluc still indulged, his adolescence calling for him to riot, to fight for what he wanted even if in the subtlest of ways. And as so, he wished as he blew his own dandelion, praying his love reciprocated his feelings, praying that they found a way to be together despite all the other variables in the complex equation.

Everyone knew of Diluc's fondness of [F/N], it even growing twice or thrice in intensity after the day his arranged marriage was announced to him. Crepus did his absolute best to attempt and bring his son to reason, not wishing to brew animosity with the Gunnhildr household that grew rather insulted. To the aforementioned family's eyes, Diluc was nothing more than disrespecting their Jean by seemingly stalling the courting process, the now young woman waiting by as her soon to be fiancé openly fancied another. To them, it was humiliating, yet there seemed little that could be done to sway Diluc's feelings.

In the midst of this all, [F/N] remained somewhat oblivious. It was a little obvious she herself fancied Diluc, but unlike the man, she was much more subtle with her advances. It was endearing to watch him hesitate to come closer, to have his eyes avert her own, to whisper and giggle innocently with him as they would often escape amidst the vineyards of the Dawn Winery manor. To her, the way their fingers lingered, the way he smiled to her, the way he spoke to her… It all made her heart soar, hope building in her heart as she waited for the day Diluc would finally make a definitive move.

Instead, everything came crashing down, hitting her violently as her world was shaken to its core.

Frustration breeds impatience, impatience can birth anger, which then festers in jealousy. The Gunnhildr clan was growing tired, and Jean herself felt nothing short of humiliated. Having known for quite a while that Diluc was the one she was promised to, she waited patiently for him, all for naught as she watched from the sidelines as her 'friend' openly attempted to gain his heart. What she hadn't known, was that [F/N] already owned it, Diluc openly having given it to her as he promised to himself his heart would always belong to her. It disappointed her, outright angered her even. It wasn't long until she had servants and advisors telling her what she should consider doing, some methods being more… Radical, than others.

And whilst she festered in her own regret and rage, Jean caved in.

It had started small enough, [F/N]'s household becoming ill after the well in which they got their water had no longer been safe to drink. Poison was suspected, yet the doctors were unsure due to the common enough symptoms. Being nursed back to health, it wasn't long until [F/N] had another strike of misfortune, the woman being robbed by treasure hoarders as she made her way back to the Winery. Being held at knifepoint, the men yelled for goods she swore she didn't have. She feared for her life, before thankfully being saved by Kaeya, who practiced horse riding not far from where she'd been. It seemed out of nowhere, the road not having been one that was frequented by wealthy merchants. It was enough for his suspicions to be raised, yet again though, nothing could be proven.

It had remained as such for a while, a constant strike of misfortune following [F/N] wherever she'd gone. Having gotten sick more than once, her mother grew weary, the final straw being broken when, in the middle of the night, their home had been set ablaze with them still inside. By the blessing of Barbatos, both her and her mother had escaped unharmed. It had gotten to such a point where the tycoon himself couldn't ignore it any longer - it was clear enough that her family was being targeted, yet not much could be done from his end without proof. And in the midst of a mother's desperation, she'd come up with a plan to ensure her daughter's safety.

In the middle of the night, hiding her with a simple wool cloak, [F/N]'s mother watched, teary eyed, as she sent her daughter off to Liyue, escorted by the few men she could afford with the savings she had left. She'd been taken and killed, she would soon cry to conceal the truth, praying for her daughter's well-being as she was hauled to Liyue. No one but her knew of the truth, and needless to say, Diluc was left heartbroken, and Jean, secretly, relieved to know someone had taken care of it. Many of her subordinates claimed responsibility for dealing with the issue of course, hoping to get a piece of the reward that had been promised. Well, it didn't matter much to her. At least she no longer had to deal with her pride being hurt, nor her fiancé being taken away.

Life in Liyue was arduous, but manageable. Thankfully, [F/N] had a relative that, despite their distance in relation, was more than helpful with her situation. In truth, [F/N] hadn't even known she was related to the well known Doctor Baizhu, Teyvat truly could be small. He was more than welcoming in helping her settle in, giving her a small place in Qingce Village where he knew she would be safe from any harm. The locals loved her, practically adopting her and helping her grow accustomed to their lifestyle. Life had become hard, no longer colorful, yet [F/N] persevered.

Dandelions were hard to come by in Liyue, safe for a young merchant who would always remember to bring at least a handful back to her. One time, he'd even brought a small satchel of dandelion seeds for her to plant, witnessing the first true smile [F/N] had given them in a long, long while. Dandelions reminded her of home, of Mondstadt, of Diluc. Of all that could not be, of her dreams she had to put on hold, of the promises that Barbatos took into his winds as she carelessly wished for a blessing.

Despite being in another nation, news still traveled fairly quickly. [F/N] had known of the arranged marriage between Diluc and Jean, her heart breaking into a million pieces before she had to mend it back together by herself. She'd known of how Crepus had passed, of how Diluc consequently had disappeared without a trace. No one knew of his whereabouts, and even when she was still no longer in Mondstadt, she held him in her prayers, her last dandelion being used to pray for his well being. She watched as it flew across the skies once more, wind caressing through her hair as it would in Mondstadt.

Perhaps… Barbatos still heard her, even when she was no longer on his land. She hoped so, at least for one last time.

Diluc, in the meantime, missed her everyday. He missed [F/N] dearly, his heart never even glancing to another. It was like his very being denied the notion she'd been killed, but no matter how he tried to approach her mother regarding it, he couldn't by one way or another.

Amidst his grief with his father and his disappearance however, his connections had grown. He'd grown. He no longer was the naive young man he once was, and was determined to ensure by his own means the truth. His connections proved useful, for without much trouble, they had been able to locate a young woman that matched every bit of description he'd provided. To say he was relieved, ecstatic and hopeful, was an understatement. Yet still, he remained away for a while longer, ensuring every objective of his was met - including her safety, of course.

Jean however, had seemingly realized that whatever chance she had… Was basically gone. Without the full context, to her it seemed like Diluc had disappeared due to their engagement, and no matter how the Gunnhildr clan tried to track him down, they were unsuccessful. Kaeya seemingly didn't know anything either, and thus, they were at a stalemate.

Until, one day, Diluc turned up at her family clan's door. He was quiet, and requested to see her and her mother specifically. Jean could hardly believe it, her heart beating quickly as they stood together on the main study of the manor. She hadn't seen him in seemingly forever, and thus she waited eagerly for his first words in what had been years-

"I'm annulling the betrothal contract."

Diluc had said nothing more, his following explanations curt. Alliance be damned, he seemed to be firm on the stance. When threatened with retaliation from the Gunnhildrs, Diluc gingerly smiled, a smile that was dangerous, that sent a chill down Jean's mother's core. Casually he took from his jacket a neatly ordered folder, all the evidence he'd gathered present. Of every attempt on [F/N]'s life, each document of each confession of each of the assailants signed by themselves.

Needless to say, that had been taken care of pronto. As long as they didn't seek retribution for him choosing his own path, they needn't worry about what they had done.

Well, at least now that he knew [F/N] was alive, that is. Otherwise, Archon knows.

Diluc now walked through the paths of his now Winery, the boots crunching the grass beneath him as he gazed out to the vineyards. Melancholy now painted his features, trading places with the once happiness he felt with his friends, with his brother, with [F/N]. Oh, how he wished to linger his fingers with hers once more, how he wished to hear her voice…

An informant had returned to him earlier that day, having tracked down his lovely [F/N] that now lived a peaceful life in Qingce Village. He wanted to see her, so desperately… Yet he knew better. His very being had been the main cause of her escape, he couldn't possibly contribute to any more strife without being sure he was welcomed back to her life. The words his informant relayed to him still echoed in his mind.

"'Diluc, I just need some time', is what she said." He'd told him, his expression mirroring the slight sorrow.

Oh, how he spent hours wondering how her voice would sound saying such a phrase. With a heavy heart and a heavy sigh, Diluc turned to look up to the starry sky, reminiscing all the wonderful memories they'd made together. In his hands rested a freshly plucked dandelion, his fingers twirling it gently as he stood in silence.

The winds blew softly, as if beckoning him onward. He could feel it comb through his long hair, features softening as he took a breath. Lifting the plant to his lips, he whispered softly, nearly inaudibly.

"Allow me time… To wait for [F/N], for as long as she needs." He wished, the seeds blowing through Barbatos's winds as they disappeared into the night sky.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #yoko drabbles

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naavispider · 5 months

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OMG OMG OMG

I remember reading an idea sort of like this ages ago. But I can’t remember if it was an avatar fic or smth else 💀

have you ever seen the golden compass? The movie with the spirit animal daemon things???? well, I rewatched that yesterday and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

so, imagine Spider’s daemon spends his entire childhood flicking through forms. The first being a gigantic spider, and the second a blond, shaggy furred dog. Only, when (insert daemons name here) finally settles, he’s a beautiful orange tiger.

this, at first, would be wonderful. (Both bc tigers r fucking cool and second bc it has symbolism from the start of the first movie when tigers are brought back from extinction - it would be the first time Jake or any other humans see a true orange tiger).

BUT BUT BUT‼️ when quaritch was alive his form was ALSO a tiger - a white one - with the same gruesome three-strike scar along its eye m. Bc I’ve decided daemons and humans share scars.

OR OR OR‼️‼️‼️ spiders daemon settles in a desperate attempt to protect him when they meet the recoms for the first time‼️‼️‼️ AAAAAAAAA

I would imagine that Navi don’t have daemons. And they don’t understand the connection between daemon and human. So, therefore, spider doesn’t really get it either. He just sees his worst fear realised and believes his daemon is betraying him.

THIS ALSO MEANS‼️‼️ Recoms might have Pandora daemons‼️ I would imagine some of them would have ikrans as their daemon, zdog would defo have one of those purple bat things and Lopez would have a viper wolf I don’t make the rules. But quaritch would definitely have a giant thanator.

and when they are being pulled up into the ship- or any other time ig - Quaritch’s thanator (who is male, spiders daemon is also - pretty sure it’s like uncommon for daemons to be the same sex as the holder but that’s just how I pictured them) would totally have spiders daemon held by his scruff in his mouth that would be so cute.

ALSO ALSO OMG IM HAVING SO MANY JDEAS JUST WRITING THIS. They would torture spider INSTEAD OF THE MACHINE - they would try to separate him from his daemon like they do in the golden compass ‼️

My original idea was for humans to be shapeshifters. Mainly bc I totally wanted that held bu the scruff scene - but it’s actually quaritch doing it not his daemon. But also, the idea of a thanator daemon grooming a growly tiger daemon is so cute to me.

daemons show people’s true emotions. So spiders daemon is definitely as scared at the beginning, but visibly relaxes very quickly I’d assum - especially around quaritch. And I totally want an over protective thanator pacing the outskirts of their camp every night - lingering on the place spider is sleeping.

sorry for rambling, legit typed this out in three minutes I was so enthusiastic I was shaking. I have another idea from ages ago that I still need to type up - just bc I wanna share ♥️♥️

Hellooo old friend 💞

Firstly I'm soooo sorry it has taken me this long to respond. Life's been crazy and I've got a promotion/new job which is draining all my mental energy. I've not really been able to write anything at all in the past few weeks and it's making me sad 😭

This prompt is incredible and I 100% agree with the imagery of Quaritch's daemon holding Spider's by the scruff of the neck 😭 I don't have names for them (but I think Spider's one would be a girl) so here's some headcanons.

Quaritch's daemon is a thanator and Spider's is a tiger. As they are both full sized I think this makes for a very interesting concept. Spider's daemon settled after a huge argument with Neytiri a few years ago when she banned him from coming round. (They got over the argument like in the comics but ever since then Spider has an added resentment towards Neytiri because he was desperately hoping his daemon would settle as a creature from Pandora. He feels that if they never fought then he wouldn't be 'shackled' with an Earth daemon, which only adds to his 'alienness' in the clan's eyes.)

At the beginning of the movie Quaritch is almost sure straight away about who Spider is, because the daemon is a dead give away. (I don't know the lore from Golden Compass if characters are like,, born with their daemon or what, but in this AU the fact that Spider's is a tiger is a major give away for Quaritch).

"Miles?" He asks when suddenly a tiger emerges, growling, from the bushes to protect Spider.

Spider has seen enough of Q's video logs to recognise him, too.

The kids are not only surrounded by a dozen recoms but also all of their daemons. Z-dog's is a viperwolf, which pins Tuk down on the ground while Prager's prolemuris attacks Lo'ak. Wainfleet still grabs Kiri and works out that they are Sully's kids.

"Let them go!" Spider yells as he lunges for Wainfleet and his tiger launches itself at Z-dog's viperwolf.

Then, Quaritch's daemon emerges from the trees, silencing the kids with its presence. It goes straight for Spider's tiger, pinning it down easily. Spider yelps as he feels the bite of the thanator around his daemon's jugular. Quaritch commands the thanator to ease up a bit, but still keeping the tiger trapped.

"How are you alive?" Spider growls.

"Your daddy backed up his memories. All his personality too. It was all saved onto a drive and uploaded into... me."

"Let them go..!" (he's struggling because of the thanator's grip on his daemon)

Quaritch smirks, turning his back on his son as he radios command.

Cut to the parents arriving and all hell breaking loose. Q's thanator releases Spider's tiger when a blast goes off right next to them. Spider and his daemon run like Hell. The tiger is only slightly faster than Spider, but the thanator is in hot pursuit. (once again my lack of knowledge about the golden compass lets me down because idk how far Quaritch and his thanator can be separated, but let's say Quaritch catches up fast). When the blast causes Spider to fall down the bank he is initially knocked out but his tiger isn't, and stands guard to protect him, growling, when Q approaches.

The tiger tries to fight the thanator, but ofc is easily overpowered because of the size of the thanator.

Spider is groaning slightly as Quaritch pulls him over his shoulders, but he's too out of it from the fall to be able to prevent himself being carried off

He is aware that he can't see his daemon, and suddenly panic sets in. He knows the recoms could easily hurt her to hurt him.

The adrenaline kicks in enough for him to lift his head and scour the forest through weary eyes - his tiger is being carried in the jaws of Quaritch's thanator a few paces behind them. "Get off!" he tries to yell.

(don't ask me how the daemons are lifted into the demon ship)

At first, Spider and the tiger are thrown into the same cell. They huddle together for warmth at night and the tiger does a good job scratching up the door and tearing down the security camera.

The only person who can handle the two of them is Quaritch, because of his daemon, so it's a struggle to get Spider into the Neuroscanner, and there are some nasty fights between the tiger and the thanator, resulting in a lot of pain for Spider.

The neuroscanner is useless though because spider doesn't give them anything, so eventually they decide to bypass the ethics board and separate Spider from his daemon. Quaritch does not know about this (and like in the golden compass) enters just in time to see them doing this to his son. He's able to stop Ardmore and eventually Q convinces her to let him take Spider out into the field.

When Spider is faces with seeing Q again, he has the full stoic facade, but his tiger is trying not to cower and is trembling. Q sees this and takes even more pity on Spider, his heart breaking for him when he sees what the RDA has done to him.

After a while in the forest, Spider's daemon starts to relax and bond with the thanator, especially since the thanator protects and looks out for it against the Pandoran wildlife.

At night, spider and his tiger curl up together and Q watches them in the firelight thinking all of his deep, wishful, fatherly thoughts, while his thanator is looking at him pointedly as if to say 'why are you jealous of them, I'm right here'

Nevertheless, the thanator looks out for Spider and the tiger

Spider riding Q's thanator eventually

Spider and Quaritch watching their daemons playfully interact and Spider being totally embarrassed while Quaritch is sitting there smugly watching his daemon lick Spider's to clean its fur

If anyone has more please share!! I need to brush up my knowledge of the golden compass lore, but I tried!

#spider socorro #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #avatar x golden compass #atwow #miles spider socorro #recom quaritch #avatar 2 #atwow au #avatar 2 headcanons #ask: daemons #my stuff

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oftlunarialmoon · 5 months

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5 Imaginary Play Prompts for Age Regressors / Agere - How to Play Pretend (Agere)

Ciao lovelies! Today I have another Agere post for you all! Sorry that it’s been so long since the last one, but I think you will really like this! Have you ever had trouble deciding what to do with your toys when you’re regressed? Do you feel kind of annoyed because it’s hard to pick a game or prompt to go off for pretend play? Well, I’ve got 5 pretend-play prompts for age regressors to talk to you all about today! Let’s get into this and learn how to play pretend, agere edition!

Imaginative play is a super important and fun part of life. As children, imagination shapes your problem solving skills and provides tons of entertainment. But as we get older physically, even if we’re still children on the inside, getting that inspiration back can be very very tricky. Society is somewhat built to suppress imagination in “adults,” so it’s not uncommon to feel like you’ve “lost your imagination” as you get older. What I’ve found that helps me when I want to begin a session of imaginary play, is something to begin with, like a prompt! In this post, I’ve listed and described 5 of my favorite imaginary play prompts that can be used with toys, stuffies, or even just in journaling or drawing! These prompts are the ones I use most often and I enjoy the most. There’s no ranking here, just five ideas in a random order. I really hope these can help those of you who are looking for a place to start when you’re wanting to voluntarily regress!

Idea 1: Game Show!

This first idea is something I find super fun, and it’s easy to customize it to whatever you prefer. The idea is essentially, set up a game show for your stuffies, dolls, toys, etc, whatever you want to do! You can be the game show host, or choose a toy to be the host and announcer. When picking the contestants, try to give them fun back-stories to affect the game!

I like using this idea in various ways. Sometimes it’s similar to “Total Drama Island”. Sometimes I frame it as a task oriented game show like “Wheel of Fortune” or “Jeopardy!” Other times, I set it up like a cooking show, similar to things like “Great British Bake Off” or “Chopped”.

You can also have fun with this by imagining the prizes or even crafting them! Sometimes I like to draw and cut out prizes like huge fake checks (like the ones on TV), or award badges. Other times, I like using a treasure chest as a “grand cash prize!” Adding my own touch to these things is really enjoyable and adds to the experience overall.

My last tip for this prompt is, the more outlandish and wild you make the contestants, the more fun you’ll have! Don’t be afraid to make certain characters fall into reality tv tropes, those sort of things are totally fun in this type of game.

If you’ve used a prompt like this before, comment below how you set up your game show! I would totally love to hear more ideas.

Idea 2: Deserted Island / Shipwrecked

Okay, so this next idea is something I like doing with smaller toys, so I can give them a big island to explore. I usually pick like 3-5 “characters” who get stranded on a deserted island together and have to figure out survival. Sometimes I have items they brought with them, but not always. This is a fun idea if you like camping or outdoorsy type stuff. It can totally be played outside, but that’s not required.

A tip for playing this inside: use blankets/towels to add different “zones” of play. For example, I like to use my orange Umaru blanket for sand type things, and blue towels or sheets for the ocean. This is helpful if it’s harder for you to visualize environments like that.

Some other ways to add to this prompt, I suggest having a variety of character types to play with. Not everyone can be amazing at survival stuff, and everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Giving everyone a different special skill can really help with that too. It’s fun to flesh out team dynamics in that way! It’s kind of like one-person-DnD.

It’s perfectly okay to use pre-established stories too! Sometimes I like to act out scenes from Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous with this prompt, or even have similar concepts to Jurassic Park 3. (I’m a huge Jurassic Park/World nerd, I know, lol!) There’s nothing wrong with using existing stories as a starting point or as a “script” of sorts. Imagination comes in all forms, and using inspiration is perfectly normal!

If you’ve played something like this before during your regression, (or childhood!), please comment below, I’d really like to hear the types of stories you use with your toys as well! I’m a huge fan of sharing concepts and ideas as a community, so hearing from you is always my favorite thing, and totally makes my day!

Idea 3: Detectives

This is one of my fave tropes/concepts in media, when a show has an episode where they have to solve a mystery! It’s super fun to watch and even more fun to act out. The way I like to play this one is usually pretty simple, but then escalates over the storyline.

Usually, I first pick out what type of mystery is being solved. Murder Mysteries can be good (more on that in Idea 4,) but I also like heists, conspiracies, ancient magic, stuff like that! After picking the type of mystery, I like picking 2 characters to be a “watson and holmes” type duo. Sometimes I bring in more characters to work with them, like random experts that are relevant to the type of mystery, key witnesses, etc.

One of my absolute favorite things to do in this scenario is adding in obstacles/roadblocks, the more absurd, the better. Art museum was robbed of their most valuable statue? 2 detectives begin the case, but the art museum’s cameras were off that day. Taking witness statements? Only two people saw the suspects, but neither person can see well without glasses, and neither were wearing them. Got a clue leading to an address? Turns out to be an ambush trap, and our detectives find out that this mystery is only the beginning to something bigger! Things like that really add to the story, and you can make them as crazy as you want, because you are the author of the story, so you can just invent any solutions to them that you want. It’s such an enjoyable thing to do.

A tip for this prompt, I enjoy modeling my detective characters off of Sherlock Holmes and Watson from the books, which means getting to give them funny voices and make them interact in fun ways. But you can make your detectives have any personality you want! Are you more of a fan of CSI? You can make serious policemen! Prefer something like Supernatural? Make them slightly snarky and quippy like Sam and Dean! It’s your story, so the tone is 100% up to you!

Similar to this prompt, you could also use the next idea, which is….

Idea 4: “Among Us” Style Mystery / Murder Mystery

This is something I remember playing very often as a bio kid, and now, as well. Starting with about 8-10 characters, who are somehow trapped within a house, ship, etc. Someone is murdered and nobody knows who did it. People keep disappearing or dying until the suspect is found, and nobody leaves until they know who was guilty. You can set this up to be similar to something like “Clue,” or even more similar to “Among Us.”

A tip I like for this prompt: select a character who is not guilty, but everyone thinks they are. Have them be super suspicious and mysterious, only to dramatically reveal that they are innocent.

Another fun tip: if you want a horror movie style thing (think like slasher films), select a character to fill the “final girl” trope (doesn’t have to be female though). This is the last person left alive who must face off against the killer in a dramatic final battle.

I like adding plot twists to these, because it adds so much fun to the story. Here are some of the plot twists I like to add to these stories:

Someone has an evil twin, they are killed secretly and the twin replaces them until the very end.

Someone in the group is working with the killer.

Someone in the group witnesses a murder, but cannot speak and is in shock. They reveal the killer at the very end.

The first person to die was of natural causes, everyone after that was just everyone turning on eachother.

Nobody in the group is actually the killer, and the house is haunted, and a ghost is causing the deaths.

Nobody actually dies, it’s all an elaborate prank on the sole “survivor” and this isn’t revealed until the end.

Someone in the group disappears and is assumed dead, but reappears at the end to defeat the killer.

These sorts of stories are super fun to make overly-dramatic, and also super fun to give all the characters funny voices or weird reactions to events!

And now…. For the last prompt!

Idea 5: Exploring a New Planet

Maybe I’m a huge nerd, but I grew up enjoying Star Trek TNG and Voyager. My dad and I would watch whole seasons from DvD box sets we had while we ate flash boiled broccoli in the summer (because it was finally in-season!). My favorite characters were Data (from TNG), and Seven of Nine (from Voyager). A big part of my enjoyment of the show was when they would discover new planets or new life forms!

When I use this prompt, I typically use Star Trek as a basis for things like the space ship name, crew ranks, protocols, etc. I love having characters fight over the validity of the Prime Directive, and have intense moral debates. But that’s just me kind of being a dork. LOL.

To play this prompt, I suggest setting up an area you want to be the new planet. Laying down a blanket or towel in a fun color to be the surface of the planet, then use anything and everything to establish buildings, farms, etc. Make the planet anything you want!

Next, pick your explorers, I usually default to a group of 4-6. Select a mission leader, a science person, and if you want, a galactic ambassador!

Now, the explorers can visit the planet, being amazed by each new thing they see. You can have them make “audio logs” of their findings and take “readings” of new life forms! You can even have your explorers meet aliens and learn about new cultures and beliefs.

For extra fun, I like to have a scene or two with my explorers trying the new culture’s food. I use Monster High food props for this, mostly, but sometimes I also like to use playdough or floam to sculpt new foods for them.

You can make their adventure as perilous or as interesting as you want! Your explorers can encounter dangerous new weather patterns or plants, or they can have an enjoyable trip meeting new aliens, it’s totally up to you!

Thanks for all the support from you lovelies! We have a pretty awesome community, and it’s all because of you! Thank you for keeping OFT’s online spaces positive, uplifting, and supportive.

And, thank you again for reading! And most importantly, please remember to stay awesome and love yourself! You are amazing just as you are, and you deserve so much love and support. I hope you all give yourselves the love and kindness that you show others.

See you in my next post, video, or whatever comes next!

#agere #age regression #sfw littlespace #sfw agere #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #age dreaming #sfw little blog

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notbecauseofvictories · 6 months

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Halloween Week of Horror (Games)

It’s that most horrible time of year, and I've decided to explore the spooky world of text-based games. My list of games is cribbed from this post and this post.

GAMEIFY HORROR // DAY 1

DAY 2: 13 laurel road, unbecoming, what girls do in the dark, the open house, return

13 laurel road

an interactive fiction game about the relationships we have with places and reconciling with trauma. You play as a young man named Noah who has been tasked with picking up some things from his cousin’s old house.

This one was surprisingly affective, given that there is no objective horror—no jumpscares, no mysterious noises, no ghosts beyond the perfectly ordinary ones that plague all of us.

Still, the set up (a young man, tasked with grabbing some things from the old family house) and the conclusion (coming to terms with the intergenerational cycles we fall into, giving you the chance to break free from them) worked wonderfully for me. In particular, I liked the way the game conveyed Noah's internal conflict---the refrain of "I won't think about that," and the way that you as a player aren't quite clear who is still alive as you move through the abandoned family home.

...I am a little disappointed that there weren't ghosts though.

SPOOKY LEVEL: 1/10, mostly for ambient horror and decay

OVERALL GRADE: B-

unbecoming

a sonically-textured interactive horror fiction exploring cycles of trauma and unspeakable forces of nature in a mythic rural American landscape.

Well, damn. I think that’s the second time I’ve put that in my notes, but also—damn. Damn does this game deserve it. Despite the lack of images (just text, white and sharp except when bleeding into red) it felt extremely well-realized, lived in. Maybe it's just because I know these places, have been to these farms, have looked at Dust Bowl photographs of children on buckling front porches, but the scenery was its own character---which is amazing when there's no actual scenery.

Not to mention that the story gets into one of my soft places and digs---the fraught ritual and cycles of repeated harm; the kind of blurry boundaries that make such effective horror. Family as obligation and a horror story you can't always escape. Not to mention how the gameplay makes you complicit in continuing that horror...

SPOOKY LEVEL: 5/10, not necessarily overtly, but uh. There is a giant hungering pit, and corpses in beds.

OVERALL GRADE: A-

what girls do in the dark

This little game is based off one of the greatest fears they had as a teenage girl: showing up late to a stranger’s slumber party.

Of all the games on this list, this was the first one that—as soon as the credits rolled—I immediately wanted to play again. I wanted to see if I could get a different ending, if I could somehow "win." There’s just something about those haunting scraps of “maybe you could have saved yourself...” that tantalize you, and make you want to try for a happier ending.

....not to mention that I have a well-documented weakness for deals with the devil.

I'll also add that the almost MS DOS style prompts ("TAKE [ITEM]" "OPEN DOOR") were devastatingly effective; a way of narrowing your choices while also giving you the illusion of choice.

SPOOKY LEVEL: 3/10, given the blood and the creeping horror

OVERALL GRADE: A-

the open house

We at Northtree Real Estate (in partnership with Optix Dynamix Labs) are proud to present our new, state-of-the-art, open house simulator! Come and take a quick tour of 15615 Hollow Oak Lane, a familiar and comfortable showcase home in one of our premier developments!

This particular game is just cool as hell. As someone who (like many millennials) has been addicted to Zillow and other house-hunting websites, this landed with immediate effect. What if scrolling through virtual walkthroughs on your local house hunting website opened up a portal to the unknown? What if it showed murders immediately after they were committed? What if, as you go further and further into this virtual house, you were going out---into something vast, unknown, and chilling?

Amazing, clever, wonderful.

SPOOKY LEVEL: 5/10, largely for unreality and a couple creepy images that still linger with me.

OVERALL GRADE: A

return

a text-based horror game about coming home

The more of these games I play, the more it becomes clear that what I like is horror that verges on the inexplicable—dream logic and images that refuse to resolve into reasonableness. I loved that here: the static, the mycelium, the pier with its strange dead-already fish, the self that guides you through the next cycle. What does it say about our horror stories if there is no going home? If it's just cycles of returning and rebirth and horror we can't escape?

(Sidenote, I am in love with Carver, and the little bit woven in about cybernetic/android assistive devices was tantalizing.)

Again, it's amazing how these text-based games manage to convey so much, so richly, with just words. Or maybe I just have an overactive imagination.

SPOOKY LEVEL: 7/10, just because the sense of unreality is so strong, I wouldn't recommend it for anyone who doesn't enjoy that

OVERALL GRADE: B

#gameify horror #the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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✑ yandere writing prompts [ 5000 followers ]

– Warning: Yandere. Obviously, look at the title.

– Notes: So I just wanted to do something (hopefully) small for this milestone. I know I’m already working on the damnation project, but I won’t be able to finish the rest of the results so maybe taking a few of these can show my gratitude. I tried looking up prompts but I didn’t really find any that I liked or haven’t used. So, I decided to try my hand at making my own that lean towards the softer side. Anyways, again, thank you all for 5000 followers! I hope that I can continue using my silly little ideas and stupid little words to amuse you all with my writing.

– Instructions: Please only request one prompt with one character, preferably Twisted Wonderland characters or my ocs! I don’t want to overwhelm myself, especially because I have no idea how many of these will come in. I should remind you all, I can’t guarantee I’ll get to your request but I will try. If I have to, I’ll also save some of the requests well after this little event ends just to write later if and when I feel like it. Oh, and please try to add some stuff to your request. Like just random thoughts or something you wanna say, maybe even certain ideas you may want with the prompt that I might be able to write. Don’t just write “[ prompt ] with [ character’s name ].” I’m not a machine, so I’ll be less motivated to answer demands like those. But other than that, I can’t think of anything else, so feel free to request! I’ll most likely reblog this post once I stop accepting requests from this.

ASTRAY - “You... You know I love you! Of course I never meant for this to happen!”

COMMAND - “If you asked me to kill, I would do it.”

CRIMSON - “I’m bleeding? No I’m not, it’s not mine.”

DETEST - “No matter how much you might hate me, I’ll always be yours.”

DEVOTION - “You have no idea of the things I’ve done in your name.”

FEAR - “I don’t scare you, do I...?”

GAZE - “Do you let others stare at you like this?”

HOLLOW - "Without you, I am nothing. I am empty.”

MERCY - “I-I’m sorry. Everything I do is for you, but I messed up.”

PURSUE - “You realize running is no good? I’ll simply follow you to the very ends of the earth.”

QUIT - “No, wait, can’t we handle this another way? Don’t leave me!”

SAVE - “I’m the only one protecting you from such a dangerous and disgusting world.”

VIRTUE - “I never said I was a good person. But you, you are far too good for me.”

VISION - “Even when you look at me like that, you’re still beautiful.”

WASTE - “You could toss me aside like garbage and I would still come back to you.”

#yandere prompts #yandere prompt list

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whorekneecentral · 8 months

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Hi bestie, I’ve been really feeling Zlatan lately🤭 can you do something like- reader’s been giving him attitude and he’s fed up, so basically putting her in place but also making her feel really good?? Can you add the phrases “gonna ruin all that pretty makeup” anddd “you love pissing me off, don’t you?” Maybe add breeding kink as well??

Thank you, love you! Byeeee

banger once again pookie // prompts: “gonna ruin all that pretty makeup” + “you love pissing me off, don’t you?”

The trip home was a disaster. The two of you had decide to go on a road trip, just a lil something to get out of the house and yet you two were bickering the whole time. to begin with, you didn't really decide where to go plus you were wandering aimlessly the whole time.

Zlatan wasn't a big fan of your lack of a plan.

From the moment you got home, you headed straight upstairs. “Y/n,” he calls, heading up the stairs. “what's wrong?” He says and you ignore him, you are changing for bed.

“Babe,” Zlatan calls, grabbing your hand and pulling you to him.

You two stood in the middle of the bedroom, chest pressed to each other as you looked up at him. “What?” You finally answer him.

The man wasn't in the mood for your attitude, especially after putting up with it all through dinner. Now, Zlatan was both taller and stronger than you and never did he use that to his advantage; it was always a fair game between the two of you but tonight was different.

He pulls you up onto the bed, letting you lay on your back. You glance at your boyfriend for a second, the man pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your legs and you let out a giggle, which earns you a smile. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You love pissing me off, don't you?" He asks. "Gonna ruin all that pretty makeup, hm?"

The room was quiet, heavy; you could cut the tension with a knife.

You had moved away from him, crawling over to your side of the bed when the man grabs you by the hips, pulling you back to him.

You’re on your hands and knees, your boyfriend behind you. The tip of his cock brushing over your clit before moving to push into you. You fall forward into the bed, your face buried in the mattress as he sets the pace.

Hard and rough, not enough to hurt you but enough to tell you that he didn’t like your attitude without actually saying it.

He wanted to hear you.

He pulls you up by your hair, your back arched and his hand now on your chin. “C’mon baby, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He says, the angle you were at puts him deeper than before.

The slightest movements and you can feel it in your stomach. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because his hand moves from your chin to your stomach. An arm wrapped around your torso, his big hand spread over your stomach, “you’d look so pretty with a baby in you, hm?”

Zlatan lets you fall back onto the bed, both of his hands on your hips. “Maybe I should fuck one into you.”

Your moans are muffled by the fact that your face was buried in the sheets. His thrusts are rough, his hips digging into your ass with each one.

#zlatan ibrahimovic #zlatan ibrahimovic x reader #zlatan ibrahimovic smut #favs <3

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xieyaohuan · 7 months

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Public Relations

Cozy Corner Kinktober prompt: Voyeurism

Warnings: voyeurism. I feel like I should add more warnings, but I'm not sure what the right keywords are. So here is your warning for the general disturbingness of the way things are wired in Homelander's brain.

When the first complaints came in, they were considered a bit of a running joke inside the company. For almost three months, each time this came up in a PR meeting, someone would crack a joke along the lines of “Well, he’s just doing what any good hero should do: watching over the citizens of New York,” and everyone would chuckle and move on.

That, at least, was what Madelyn's sources told her later when she made her inquiries.

She had heard rumors that Homelander was doing something that people at the company found amusing, but it seemed harmless enough, no more than the usual gossip mill, really, so she didn't bother asking for details.

That was a mistake, of course. As always with these kinds of things, at some point, the right person picked up the phone, bumping it up the chain of command. By the time Stan Edgar decided to inform Madelyn that there was a problem, it had been escalated to the board.

At first, Madelyn didn't want to believe it. “He’s doing what?”

Mr. Edgar simply handed her a USB drive. “We’ve been tracking him for months now. He’s discreet enough 90% of the time, but he’s been spotted more than once.”

Madelyn stared at the flash disc in her hand. “How bad is it?”

“We’re sorting out social media as we speak, but I’m going to be honest with you, we barely managed to keep the footage off the 9 PM news. You’re going to have to take action, Madelyn, and fast. We can’t keep having these complaints or someone in this city is going to run on an anti-Vought platform next election cycle.”

That was almost certainly an exaggeration. Still, Madelyn sees his point when she watches the footage. It’s disturbing. It has to stop.

She brings it up the next time Homelander barges into her office unannounced. It’s a bad habit he’s picked up lately, and she hates it with a passion. If this will help discourage him, all the better.

“You’ve been outside the Tower a lot lately.”

“Mh-mhm,” he says. “Yeah. That's right. You told me to go out more. Make some friends. Right? I’ve been making friends. You were right. Having friends is great. Turns out I really like having friends.”

“I see.” She’s not offended he’s trying to spin this into a win, just that his attempt is so crude. But she also has to be careful how she phrases the next part. “Listen. I don’t want to pry. But it seems you’ve been doing some things that are… unsettling to people.”

“Mh-mhmm.” He nods, but the artificial smile has dropped off his face. “Like what?”

Wordlessly, Madelyn presses the remote control of her TV. The video is dark because it was taken during the middle of the night, but the camera has unmistakably captured a person hovering in the air. The number of supes who could do that for hours on end is already limited, but as if that wasn’t enough, the US flag cape floats into vision each time a gust of wind lifts it. It’s Homelander, fifty feet above the ground, his eyes glowing slightly every once in a while in an otherwise expressionless face, staring intently at the brick wall of someone's Upper Westside home. (It would be less disturbing if he was peeking through the window, she thinks.)

When he starts rubbing himself through his pants, Madelyn turns the TV off. It only gets worse from here; she really doesn't have to watch again. She has no clue who lives behind those walls and what they’re doing, though she can take a good guess.

“I think you get the picture.”

Homelander doesn’t say anything.

“This was sent to us anonymously,” she continues. That’s a lie. People did film him, that was what started this whole mess with the board. But this here is Vought’s very own footage, captured by one of its many panoramic cameras spread across the City. But their mere existence is on a need to know basis, and Homelander most certainly does not need to know the company has been using them to track him. “It goes on for 75 minutes.” Only because the full 8 hour footage the panorama camera captured didn’t fit on the drive, but Homelander doesn’t need to know that, either. “Do you have anything to say?”

“It’s not illegal!” He counters. It’s the latest line he’s been trying on her whenever she finds fault with something he’s doing, and it’s annoying Madelyn more than she cares to admit. But his face has turned red, and he knows he’s in trouble.

“It is, actually,” she says. “It is quite illegal to masturbate in public.” She puts the remote down. “But that’s not the point. What it is is damaging. It’s damaging to you, damaging to the Seven, and it’s very damaging to the company.”

He doesn’t try to talk back this time — dismiss her concern or argue about the definition of public and whether fifty feet up in the air counts, as she feared he might. Instead, he’s just standing there, biting his lip, avoiding her gaze.

“I thought we were over this,” Madelyn says, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “You’d been so good lately. Listening to me, always. I thought I could trust you. And then you go and harm us like this.”

His arms are locked behind his back, his nose twitching as he’s struggling not to cry in front of her. She knows each word she’s saying stings like a lash would an ordinary person, the pain building, until finally, he bursts into tears. She could read him the comments under one of the videos Vought just managed to have removed from V-Tube, but she can tell that won’t be necessary.

“Come here.” She pats her lap, and after brief hesitation, he kneels down in front of her, resting his head on her knees. She runs her hand through his hair, tracing his ears with her fingertips before settling on softly scratching his scalp.

Earlier, she was afraid he would protest, maybe argue with her, deny what he did, but as long as she keeps scratching his head, he stays quiet, content, rubbing his face against her skirt, breathing in her scent.

“Promise me,” Madelyn says. “Promise me you won’t do this again. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I can get it for you. If you want a girlfriend, I’ll find you a nice, young woman your age. You don’t have to watch other people through the walls. I’ll make sure you have everything you need. I’ll take good care of you.”

As if to emphasize her words, she bends down to place a kiss on his cheek.

She can feel him shudder in her lap, but he knows it’s the end of their routine. He takes another deep, long breath as if he could somehow conserve the moment in his lungs.

“We’re issuing a statement,” she says as he gets to his feet. “Letting the public know you’ve been helping the FBI with a drug investigation.”

“Thank you, Madelyn. Thank you for always looking out for me.”

“We’re also telling the public that the investigation is over. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

He’s almost at her door when he turns around, a curious look on his face. “Did you know that babies don’t eat like we do?”

“Yes. Yes, Homelander.” Madelyn sighs. He’s been obsessed with babies lately. It’s an obsession she finds puzzling and irritating in equal parts. “Babies don’t eat solid food like us. They drink milk. They should have taught you that as part of your general curriculum in the lab.”

“Of course.” He waves his hand at her dismissively. There’s a smile, just for a fraction of a second. “What I mean is, they don’t eat three meals per day, like we do. They feed every hour or so. Some of them even stay latched on to their mother’s breasts all night long. They don’t really drink the whole time, you know. I guess they just like the feeling of having something in their mouth.”

“Yeah,” Madelyn says, impatient to get him out of her office. Now that this is settled, she can get back to work. “I suppose they do.”

He’s about to open his mouth again, but Madelyn knows how to shut him down. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” She smiles. He knows her impatient smile.

He hesitates for a second, then shakes his head.

Madelyn nods approvingly. “Alright. And remember, whatever you need, I can get it for you. All you have to do is ask.”

Madelyn sits back down behind her desk as he waves goodbye and stumbles out of her office.

Homelander is long gone by the time his last words fully sink in and she has to pause her typing because she’s suddenly feeling sick to her stomach. She can’t even say what exactly it is that she finds so disturbing about what she just realized. After all, it doesn’t really matter who’s behind that wall and what they are doing, whether they’re having sex or feeding a baby. All that matters is what gets caught on camera. Still. She's going to have to get ahead of this one this time.

She picks up the phone and calls 82.

#homelander x anonymous #homelander x madelyn stillwell #homewell #prompt: voyeurism #voyeurism tw #homelander's brain tw #cozy corner kinktober #the boys #my fic #disturbing stuff I wrote while stuck on a plane lol

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Enjoyed the first chapter of Best Laid Plans, looking forward to the rest! 😊

I'm curious about your process as a fic writer - and forgive me if you've already answered this elsewhere, but then again, the process seems very different this time around.

With this one, Tumblr obviously chose a bunch of elements of the story, but did you have large plot pieces in your head already for the various suggested scenarios? Or certain scenes or moments you are trying to work in? When you outline, how do you decide chapter breaks/how do you know concretely from the start that it will be __ chapters long? I know again that Tumbr decided for you the fact that it would be POV alternating - how much does that help or hinder you when plotting things out?

And, also, how does this differ from your usual process for writing, when you have all the control?

(I've read most of everything you've written, so feel free to reference anything if that helps! And thank you so much 💜)

Hiiii! Thank you so much for the question! I’ll break it down into parts and try to answer to the best of my ability.

Tumblr obviously chose a bunch of elements of the story, but did you have large plot pieces in your head already for the various suggested scenarios?

A lot of the plot options I picked are ones that have been percolating around in my head for a while, so I had a lot of notes already. The plot of Best Laid Plans, for instance, is one I’ve been wanting to write for years and had originally planned to use for an original novel. Because of that, I have A LOT of notes on it. I even already had it plotted out into a perfect three act structure, but luckily by turning it into a fanfic, I’ve allowed myself a little room to breathe.

The two prompts I was most worried about being chosen were the Revenge AU and the Kidnapped AU because I didn’t have any notes on those at all—and for a hot second there, the Revenge AU was winning. It scared me so much that I went ahead and plotted it out just in case I would need it.

So, to answer your question, I got really lucky with the plot that was picked and there are definitely certain scenes I am very eager to write. I mentioned before that this plot is based off of the novel Best Laid Plans by Cameron Lund and what frustrated me most about that novel was that the whole premise was two best friends practicing having sex together but (*spoiler alert*) they never actually did! So my main goal with this particular plot was just to explore that concept further and I’m very eager for y’all to read what I have planned.

When you outline, how do you decide chapter breaks/how do you know concretely from the start that it will be x chapters long?

My outlines are very rough. I usually start by just typing up a 1000-2000 word summary of the entire fic. From there, I break the scenes into chapters in such a way that each chapter is either going to end on a cliff hanger or a good stopping point and I add additional scenes from there depending on how sparse each chapter looks.

What’s funny is that my outlines have become a lot more detailed over the past year because I distinctly remember the outline for Only Friends just being chapter headings with a list of random sex acts under each one 😂

I know again that Tumbr decided for you the fact that it would be POV alternating - how much does that help or hinder you when plotting things out?

Plotting becomes a lot more difficult with dual POVs. I had a feeling that option was going to win because every time I finish a fic, people beg me to re-write it in the opposite POV. It’s hard because you have to give each character a distinct voice and motivations while also making sure one character doesn't claim the whole story as their own.

I’m much more comfortable writing in Akk’s POV and this premise lends itself very well to being written in Akk’s POV, so I definitely struggled outlining some of the Aye chapters. There’s only so much one boy can pine, you know? But I think I finally reached a balance that I like. It ended up being six chapters for each character and I liked the symmetry of that. It could certainly change, though!

And, also, how does this differ from your usual process for writing, when you have all the control?

The outlining itself really wasn’t different at all aside from the frustration of the dual POVs, which I don’t write often. What was different was that I kept trying to outline before the polls had concluded and then I had to change things. The biggest example of this was with the “campus playboy” poll. I really felt in my heart that Wen was going to win that one, so I had outlined almost the whole fic with Wen and then had to change it. Obviously, I should have just waited, but it’s very interesting looking back now to see the difference.

Wen was going to be a much more present character and I had a side plot planned where he falls in love with his Professor, Jim, but with Boeing, I’ve kind of adopted a “the less we know, the better” approach. There’s just no way to write him as a viable option for Akk, so I had to work around that.

Most of my fics are outlined the same way. It’s probably most similar to the snowflake method where you start with a one sentence premise and just keep expanding on it from there, but my outlines are by no means comprehensive and I usually end up surprised by the finished product just as much as the reader.

I hope this was at least a little bit helpful! Thank you so much for the question 💕

#writing advice #asks #best laid plans fics #build-a-fanfic

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Weekly Update December 29, 2023

I got surgery this week, which was apparently a lot more urgent than I had realized, since the removed tissue was absolutely covered in cysts! Doesn’t matter now, it’s gone, and I got time to work on artstuffs.

TRGA: I finally got a good bite of the props done, just kinda missing the actual playing table and background for the next few shots (plus maybe some miscellaneous ones, but I think I can do those in another big go at the end). I got a room plan for this and future TRGA animations too, so backgrounds should be nice and consistent once I get around to them. Also cleaned up 1-4 Tim, his face is all done, I’m developing my a faster method of doing faces in the future, and I started and mostly finished keyframing Jon for 1-5, so tweens would be the next step after I finish finagling all the props. Might take a bit more time than expected but since I know what kinds of props I’m missing now it shouldn’t be as hard for the rest.

Music: was able to move around my plugins and install the remaining stuff from Black Friday, as well as the trial version of Vocaloid. I’m not looking to dive headfirst into vocaloid yet but I’ll watch some tutorials once I get around to it, I’m more concerned about doing instrumental music production because I want to a) have something to show, b) have something to animate, and c) eventually add it as a commission option. With any hope my pain from surgery will be down tomorrow so I can take a crack at it.

On the topic of commissions I’ve been putting off redoing them for probably a bit too long, and to combat this I have made a spreadsheet, to be filled out over the next few weeks, of miscellaneous OC drawings so I can time myself and calculate appropriate prices. I’ll try to post those drawings here as they’re completed. TRGA is still going to be highest priority, but I’ll also keep trying at music and at general drawings. I’ve decided to drop the remaining October prompt sets I didn’t finish, due to lack of interest, and in order to make room to hopefully do that epithet erased weekly set I made. I’ll also try to do those comic thumbnails where I can (probably I’ll take another crack at them tonight).

And finally on the topic of epithet erased I’ll try to throw together a little campaign for friends to drag them into it, hopefully to stabilize my mood this upcoming semester. I have at least one ‘episode’ generally planned, just need to tighten up villain motivation and stuff.

Lot got done this week but a lot still needs to go. Tonight I’ll either do a timed drawing or timed music thing, followed by some comic thumbnails.

#weekly update

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lovemesomechenford · 1 year

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Starting Forever Now

Summary: Tim and Lucy got married. This is the story of how Mid Wilshire finds out they were dating in the first place.

Author’s note: This is the first fic I’ve ever written in my life. I got introduced and then addicted to exclusively reading Chenford AO3 and Tumblr blogs a year ago, and haven’t stopped reading since. I’ve had so many ideas and definitely offered up some prompts from time to time for other writers, but this is my firstborn. I thought of her (I guess it’s a her lol) in the shower early today and haven’t been able to put the idea down. I really hope y’all love reading the fic as much as I loved writing her. I decided not to beta her, so any advice on my writing is greatly appreciated. Kudos and comments are always welcomed as well.

Also posted on AO3: here!

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Lucy goes into Adam Watch Commander Sergeant Grey’s office to request for a bunch of forms, including change of address, notification of a inter-departmental relationship, update on dependents, and change of badge name. Sgt Grey is hesitant and downright confused because last he heard, Lucy had broken up with ADA Sanford. Not sure why she would need any of these forms, especially since she’s single? Just then, a knock on his glass office door breaks him away from his thoughts. Looking up, he sees that it’s his Roaming Field Sergeant and longtime friend, Tim Bradford. Waving him in, Wade asks Tim if he knows anything about Lucy’s name change.

“Sergeant Bradford, Officer Chen was just telling me about needing a name change. Know anything about that?” Grey asks with a raised brow.

Tim and Lucy turn their heads to look at each other and smile softly before turning back to the Watch Commander. “Yes, sir.”

“And???” The older man waits.

“We got married—” “It’s Bradford—” They offer simultaneously. “Sir.”

“Oh. ” Before Grey can continue, he is interrupted by Lucy who is eager to explain.

“Sir, I can assure you nothing happened while Tim, Sergeant Bradford, was training me. Or when I was his aide. This change in our relationship is… recent.” The younger officer offers with a blush on her face.

“Oh?” His intrigue is peaked. “How recent?”

“I asked Lucy out on a date while you were in New York with Luna two weeks ago.” Tim pauses before saying, “and we had our first date the night after her first shift as a Detective Trainee.”

“And the name change and address change is for… ?”

“We got married on Monday.” Tim declares as he turns to look at Lucy with a marshmallow smile on his face.

Sergeant Grey can’t help but look a little stunned.

“Wow.” Sergeant Grey clasps his hands and walks towards the newlyweds to shake their hands, “Congratulations are in order! Although I have to say, that is a very fast turnaround. You’ll both definitely need to fill out a bunch of disclosure forms. HR and IA will both be in contact to ensure nothing improper occurred, but it shouldn’t be too much of an issue seeing as how Detective Trainee Bradford is no longer under your command Sergeant Bradford.”

“Thank you, sir.” Both beam. Once Tim and Lucy have shaken Sgt Grey’s hand, their hands hands drop to their sides and find each other to intertwine.

“Lucy, you need to update your dependents?”

“Yes sir, I do.” Lucy replied.

“Me too, please.” Tim added.

“If I can ask, who are you both adding?”

“Tamara, sir.” Lucy says before continuing, “We legally adopted her on Monday. We want to add our daughter as a beneficiary and emergency contact. Just in case. That way she is protected should anything happen to either or both of us on the job.”

“I understand. Luna and I love her - she is such a smart bright young lady. Congrats you two on your first addition to the family.”

“Thank you, Wade.” Tim says bashfully. “We love her very much.”

Sergeant Grey pulls out a file from his top drawer and grabs a few other forms from his filing cabinet.

“Okay, just complete those forms and get them back to me by next shift. HR and IA will probably reach out by end of week.”

Tim takes the pile of papers from the Watch Commander and opens the file jacket to find that the disclosure form is nearly complete, only missing their signatures and some dates. “Sir?”

Grey chuckles and crosses his arms. “I’ve been waiting for two years now for you and Ch- Bradford to start dating and disclose. I saw it coming from miles away. The two of you seemed to have that spark from the get-go and Tim here has been smiling a lot since Lucy joined Mid-Wilshire. Never thought you would go get hitched so quickly though.”

Lucy bashfully tilts her head downward in slight embarrassment. Her left hand, however, remains grasping Tim’s right.

“When you know your forever is staring right at you, why wait another day?” Tim says, looking down at his blushing wife. Lucy raises her head to gaze lovingly at her husband.

“Alright then. Congrats again. Dismissed.”

~~ MEANWHILE ~~

“Hey Angela! Have you seen Momford?” Tamara asks cheerfully as she walks towards Detective Angela Lopez in the bull pen at Mid Wilshire.

“Momford?”

“Yeah, Lucy? She texted saying she’s working in the precinct today and asked if we wanted to grab lunch at the food trucks. Have you seen her around?”

Lucy Chen was offered the Detective Trainee post by Detective Sergeant Caradine last week after providing valuable input on a bunch of open cases. She was stunned at first but eagerly accepted. It was a huge boost for her career. To no one’s surprise, she was thriving in the position. She brought a fresh air to the D’s Desk, and everyone loved and respected her - even veteran detectives listened when she spoke.

“Uhh I think she just went to see Sgt Grey.”

“Okay! Do you mind if I wait with you?”

“Not at all, kiddo” Angela responded, wrapping her in a side hug. “I do have a question though…”

Angela is so confused. Momford? Since when did Tamara call Lucy “mom”? She starts to ask the younger woman about it.

Tamara’s been calling Lucy “mom” to her friends for a long time now but only recently said it directly to Lucy herself. Lucy’s been someone she looked up to and felt protected and loved, especially after her so-called former friend killed their other friend. As Tamara continues to explain, it suddenly strikes Angela that the second half of the name is “-ford”. As in Brad-ford? TIM BRADFORD?!?!?! WHAT THE HECK?!

Angela’s clearly been in her head for a bit longer than she realizes because Tamara is looking at her like she’s suddenly grown two heads.

“Wait hold up, Tamara. The “mom” makes sense and is super sweet but why do you call her Momford? Why not Momchen or something? Lucy’s last name is Chen after all.” Angela inquired as she sipped her coffee.

“Um no it’s not.” Tamara answers exasperated.

Angela chokes on her drink and it comes sputtering out of her mouth. Tamara hands her the box of Kleenex on her desk.

“What?! What do you mean? Since when? What the hell is it?”

“Like two days ago? What’s the big deal? Did they not tell you guys?”

Two days ago… so Monday. Chen was off the last couple days and decided to change her last name. Huh weird. Angela thought.

“… they? Who’s they? And you didn’t answer my other question.”

“Yeah, Tim and Lucy.”

“Tim and Lucy.” Angela repeated. Tamara hesitantly nods her head a few times. “Why would Tim and Lucy need to tell me about Lucy’s name change?”

“Because they changed mine too?”

“To what?”

“Bradford!” Tamara says matter-of-factly. She’s beaming.

“Did they seriously not tell anyone yet? I honestly thought dad would’ve at least told you about it by now.”

“Dad.”

“Yeah, dad. Tim and Lucy finalized my adoption on Monday at the courthouse. It was super easy since I’m already 18 years old and they’re married.”

Angela blinks her eyes in rapid succession. Adoption. Married. It’s all a lot to process.

“Married?” Angela’s jaws are on the ground and Tamara just snickers.

Angela knew Tim had feelings for Lucy ever since the Vegas undercover operation. He danced around the question then but his behaviour told her all she needed to know. She’s not blind! She’s a detective and his best friend! Angela always knew there was something different with Tim and his former rookie Lucy. She had known it ever since Lucy was kidnapped and Tim had called for her help. "I need you." The grave tone in which he had said that sentence stuck with her. Angela suspected the frantic way Tim needed Lucy alive was not only due to guilt. Maybe he hadn’t realized it yet, and maybe it wasn’t romantically, but Lucy was important for him. She had watched them throughout the two last years and logged each little interaction but never approached either of them to address it. Angela had witnessed the faint brush of hands, the soft smiles and the general lack of personal space. She figured they just hadn’t pulled their heads out of their asses yet. Her best friend never told her they started dating, let alone got MARRIED? NO FREAKING WAY. HE IS SO DEAD.

Angela’s inner monologue is interrupted when Tamara spots her Momford and Dadford.

“Oh! Looks like they’re coming out of Grey’s office! I’ll see you later Angela, bye!” Tamara runs off towards the Watch Commander’s office.

Angela turns around and sure enough, Tim is opening the door for Lucy and following her out of it. Once they do, Tamara bulldozes the two into a hug. Tim and Lucy are laughing as they greet the girl. Sergeant Grey is in his office shaking his head and smiling.

Neither Tim or Lucy have noticed her so Angela continues to watch them as they slowly make their way towards the front doors. Tamara’s walking half-backwards and going off about something enthusiastically. Her hands are waving about the same way Lucy does when she gets excited. Tim’s grinning like Angela’s never seen him do and wraps his right arm around Lucy’s shoulder as they pass the stairs. It’s unexpected for Angela because Tim has never been the type to show physical affection at work. He’s always been very church and state about it. No personal talk in the shop or during work hours. Lucy gazes up at him, flashes her blinding smile and leans in as much as her duty belt will allow.

“YO BRADFORDS!” Angela yells across the bull pen, attracting the attention of the few cops around her and walking past.

Lucy and Tamara respond a little slower than Tim, but all three of them stop in their step to look towards the beckoning voice. Tim has one eyebrow raised with a knowing smirk, Lucy is blushing pink and Tamara is still beaming.

“Congrats on finally becoming a family! You idiots are coming over for dinner!”

Their audience bursts into hollers and applause as the newly appointed Bradfords simply nod their heads and continue towards the front doors.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford x lucy chen #Tim x Lucy x Tamara #family #first fic #read on ao3 #chenford fam is the best #chenfordedit #secret relationship #secret marriage #secret adoption #long time coming

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cherry-blossom-triplets · 8 months

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I’m the anon who wanted to gobble this up and boy did you feed. You’re so right and you should say it, Niki was criminally underrated (I’ll admit I ignored her until techno worked with her more, and I’ve gone back to rectify that bc she’s badass). Also, the elemental aspect for those three is so perfect, and lends itself really well to their entire arcs. Even recognizing that Techno fights fast and loose (rather than like most others who stand their ground thanks to the new combat system, Technoblade used a sword and focused on getting behind people rather than proper axe combat), he also was someone who would get stubbornly stuck in his ways/set in stone (re: the whole bit between him and Tommy and the rebuilt L’Manberg, his steady and unwavering loyalty to Phil, keeping stubbornly to his principles of you get what you give, you could even argue the sword is an extension of that). Niki could go scorched earth with people who betrayed her, sometimes literally, it even fits with Jack and Niki’s little anti-Tommy arc, since Jack fostered and directed her fire until it almost burned her completely up. Wilbur was constantly shown to be drowning: his own mind, his responsibilities, etc. and then when he became Ghostbur, suddenly that water connection became a more literal burden, it did more than just drown, it could outright destroy him (in a way, just like it did when he was alive). Anyway, yes, very good, very good.

-✨ (doing this so if I send asks in the future you can tell it’s me if that’s okay 👉👈)

Sparkle Anon, I have been obsessing over this AU to the point where I have designed house plans for Aus for them all living together. I am not alright at all, no one let me on the sims or any other house design game.

Niki was one of the few streamers I knew going into the dsmp (fun fact, at first I thought Dream was a small streamer that Wilbur and Tommy had decided to help out by joining his server, you can imagine my surprise when I learnt otherwise).

I like assign elements to characters for fun, so I have thought about many dsmp characters as elements (Philza and Kristin are both Air, and Tommy is Fire, in case you're wondering). Especially when it comes to their relationships and how the characters interact with each other. I can literally go on and on about elemental symbolism about these characters. I could assign so much symbolism to these characters, don’t tempt me.

Honestly, the more I think about SBI+ the more fun it becomes. Especially where it concerns AUs. I have so many AU ideas I want to write, but I am trying not to make too many fics at one time (I am tempted to just start posting fanfic prompts to this account though but I don’t know how many people would actually be interested in it).

The angst potential. The fluff potential. The humor potential. Niki doesn't take away from the usual SBI dynamic, she only adds and I love it.

#sleepy boys inc #sleepy bois inc #sbi #cherry blossom triplets #cherry blossom trio

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For the ask game: 16, 28, 36, 39

Hello!!

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

At the moment there are fifteen fics I’d really, really like to write – not including all those little ideas I came up with for the prompts game (for example, those three bodyguard AUs?? I want them all!!). Needless to say, I definitely won’t be able to write everything this year.

The first snippet I shared doesn’t count because it was for Battle Tendency. The second one was for a Mafia vs. Agents AU with dark!Reiner and a sex pollen drug. The third one was for a Canon Divergence AU where Eren doesn’t allow the Scouts and Warriors to reunite, interrupting their plans and landing Jean in a hospital for a few weeks. Once Jean regains consciousness, Eren has already destroyed the world and killed all their friends (yeah, he’s a real baddie here). He’s also keeping Reiner hostage, but Jean finds out about it a little too late.

Another idea I have is the one I’ve mentioned on the blog before: Eren and Mikasa decide to spend Eren’s remaining years together, and they escape from Marley, leaving everyone else behind. When Marley launches an attack on Paradis, the Scouts have only one Titan Shifter left and they don’t stand a chance against their enemies. The island gets completely destroyed, and Jean is one of the very few survivors. He becomes a war prisoner and is to be executed, but Reiner buys him out. Braun takes Jean to some secluded mountain village on the continent where he intends for them to live as peacefully as possible. Jean hates him, but he doesn’t understand the local dialect or culture and doesn’t have anywhere else to go, either. I plan to add some elements of Germanic and Slavic folklore to the mix, and scare Jean in ways he hasn’t been scared before.

28. On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

It really depends on the day – I can write up to 15 pages in one go if I’m having a day off, but during the work week I’m usually too tired to write more than several paragraphs. I have an office job, so I’m sitting in front of a computer all the time.

36. How do you write kissing scenes?

I’m not very good at that, I think. I usually focus on the thoughts flying through Jean’s head rather than the act itself. Since I frequently choose the “enemies to lovers” trope, the first kiss tends to be the most emotionally charged and violent of them all. Once they fuck and get over their issues, next kisses are usually in complete contrast to the first one. Definitely more gentle and shy.

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

Another snippet from Battle Tendency because I’m still working on the first draft:

“Looks like someone woke on—”

“Shut the hell up.”

“—the wrong side of the bed,” Hitch finishes and sighs pretentiously, running a hand through her already perfectly combed hair. “Seriously, Jean. Are you going to start every day like this?”

“Until you learn to keep away from me.”

“Jean. Contain yourself,” Annie says in a dry voice, and Jean snorts out loud.

“Fuck you too, Annie. Tell Braun I don’t need a goddamn babysitter.”

He can feel Marlo’s judging gaze. Self-righteous idiot. He would probably reprimand Jean for his behavior right here and now if only Boris and the girls weren’t standing between them. If there’s anything Freudenberg hates more than being mean to ladies, it’s yelling in the hallway. Jean can feel Leonheart get tense, too. He didn’t dare talk back to her like that before. No one did. Well, things have changed.

“Braun? Reiner Braun?” Hitch asks, unfazed as ever, playing with a strand of her hair. “That dreamy hunk?”

Jean opens his mouth to say something about that treacherous piece of shit, but their good for nothing superior officer finally makes an appearance and begins the morning inspection. The new MPs straighten their backs and salute like mindless puppets.

Jean hates them all. He is not here to make friends.

Thank you!! Get to know your fic writer

#thanks for the ask ✨#personal #reijean #reiner x jean #veecanons

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skeptiquewrites · 2 years

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Microfic Process: Pt 2

In part one I talked a little bit of how I write microfics, but here's an example with the latest prompt, by request of @tackytigerfic. This is how this process plays out in all the detail you could want about how I write them. Possibly too much detail, you decide.

So the latest prompt is ‘found.’ The first thing that comes to mind is lost & found, but that’s not really much to write anything about. I told a personal story earlier this week about how my elementary school made you wear a cardigan out of the lost and found when you forgot yours, which I did frequently as a very absentminded kid, but the idea of writing about Harry getting more hand-me-downs than he’s already had in his life makes me sad. Idea tossed.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Arctic Monkeys since I now have AM on vinyl, and there’s the lyric, “I’m not sure if I should/show you what I found” in Fireside. It’s about a past relationship, and the places you have/had together. A better concept than lost and found.

Some structure stuff then, which is that I like to vary formats and POVs a little. I’ve done dialogue only as my last so that’s out, and I don’t feel like doing a text fic. I lean third person and Harry POV, so let’s go with first person and Draco.

“I had ended the argument by saying it was my house.” Eugh. Don’t love that. Starting over.

“I told him to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him. I didn't know then that he would stay." I like the first sentence but not the second.

“I told him to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him. Little did I know, he could be gone and here at the same time. It's the worst kind of curse.” Eh, not sold on the last sentence. Deleting. But I like the idea it’s one of those curses they have cast on each other. What’s the lyric from Chicago Is So Two Years Ago by Fall Out Boy? Right, “The only thing you’ll get is this curse on your lips/I hope they taste of me forever.”

I’ve also read the word lintel recently and after Googling I know I haven’t mistaken it for another word. Maybe. I’m thinking of the way my mom when I moved into any house after leaving hers, she came over and burned incense and blessed every doorway. I thought it was silly, but lately I find it comforting.

“I told him to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him. Little did I know, he could be gone and here at the same time. Every doorway and window is like Harry kissed his fingertips against them” 38 words. Don’t like the word window, it disrupts the flow. Second sentence is wobbly but may well proceed.

Okay. “I told him to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him. Little did I know, he could be gone and here at the same time. It feels like Harry kissed his fingertips and pressed them against every lintel.” 41 words. Obviously this is a ghost metaphor, but if I use the word ghost it’s too obvious. Harry’s still alive just not with him. No MCD today, friends, spooky season or not.

Also Harry’s name is mentioned too late for my liking and why did I add a comma? Going to change the spacing. I think arguments themselves are not very interesting (see: Simple Things), but I should hint at something.

“I told Harry to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him.

Little did I know he could be gone and here at the same time. It feels like Harry kissed his fingertips and pressed them against every lintel.

But if Harry can't promise to come home safe, it's for the best.”

54 words. Eh, I don’t really love Harry is in danger as a reason for them to have had a real barn burner of an argument.

“I told Harry to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him.

Little did I know he could be gone and here at the same time. It feels like Harry kissed his fingertips and pressed them against every lintel.

It's for the best, I remind myself, if he wouldn't say it back.”

54 words. I like this better but that last sentence is a bit unwieldy. Also I think ‘it’ is a bit too vague. It’s about I love you, but I don’t really think that’s the argument either. But it is context so:

“I told Harry to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him.

Little did I know he could be gone and here at the same time. It feels like Harry kissed his fingertips and pressed them against every lintel.

Then again, he'd never said he loved me back.”

50 words. And I’ll read them out loud. Sounds good. I even avoided lingering, my favourite word and starting a sentence with but. Checking the tenses again. Usually tagging gives enough context, and I’ll note it’s just a break up. I do like Lost and Found as a title even if I didn’t use it to write this. I could use What I Found. Actually, I like that better. Will credit. And that’s one microfic done.

Here it is.

#about writing #microfic process

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whatthisfemsheplikes · 1 year

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GUESS WHO’S BACK

I HAVE AWOKEN FROM MY *checks calendar* TWO YEAR SLUMBER! MAY THE G/T ANGST RAIN DOWN UPON THIS PAGE ONCE MORE!

In all seriousness though, hi! I’ve got some news!

I don’t know if anyone will still remember this, but I used to have a sideblog a few years ago where I posted my g/t story called See Me. Unfortunately, I decided to delete that sideblog for a number of reasons, but eventually I came back to my main and said I’d put See Me somewhere else, potentially on AO3. Right after I said that, I asked for an invitation to AO3, did a little bit of waiting and then... totally forgot about it.

What can I say? We were in the heat of Covid times, my mental health was at an ATL, I was moving, and lots of other adult stuff happened. Since then, I just felt kind of bad about returning to this page with no new content of my own to put out. I used to write a lot and enjoy it, but lots of stuff in my life has been going on the past two years that hasn’t really motivated me to do any writing or creating of any kind. I know that I could still be liking and reblogging stuff, but coming back here just made me miss what I used to create, so I stopped for a little while.

BUT NOT FOR LONG! While it may not sound great, through a lot of self-reflection and therapy, I’ve kind of discovered that nowadays, I turn to g/t content when I’m going through a hard time. And, not gonna lie, I’m DEEP in the trenches from fucked up life events right now, so naturally, I found myself back on tumblr to connect with the g/t community again. But not on this page. That’s right! I made a new page and I’ve been LURKIN’ out here! And no, I will not reveal what that page is, but feel free to tell me if you think you’ve figured it out and I’ll be more than happy to tell you if that page is me or not.

Anyway, since I’ve been lurking and consuming as much g/t content as I can get my hands on, I’ve also gone back to my own archives and read through See Me about a billion more times. Not only did I polish it up a lot while keeping everything pretty much the same (mostly fixing spelling and grammar) but I also just told myself “you know what, I still really like this story.” And reading so many other amazing stories from other g/t writers on here really inspired me to finally get out there and put See Me back into the universe, while also writing a few new stories and AUs in the process that will hopefully see the light of day at some point.

ALL OF THAT TO SAY... I did it. See Me is finally up on AO3 right now! At least, MOST of it is. I really had to take a hard look at my word doc and think “why did I do this to myself” when I counted 39 chapters with almost 400 pages that I wanted to reread, edit again, and possibly add some polish on, chapter by chapter before putting it on AO3. As of writing this, I started uploading chapters last night and am currently done uploading chapter 19. So... about halfway done! I’m still going to keep uploading as I had the time to do so (I do have work tomorrow so... not as much time as the weekend but I’m going to post more) and eventually all 39 chapters will be available just as you remember them (or are reading for the first time if you never got to read See Me before).

I’ll also be uploading any of the prompt stories and other short stories I made to AO3, and any prompts that I get and write here in the future will be available there as well. Like I said, I have some new ideas too, some AUs and some completely new universes with new OCs that have also been sitting in my hard drive since I first started writing g/t stuff years ago. I’m hoping to keep up this motivation and to eventually write and put out those stories on AO3 too, so stick around for that if you’re interested!

To anyone that is still following this page and has maybe even been waiting for See Me to come back, thank you for your patience and support. I hope you still enjoy what I put out there, and I hope to keep up this motivation to create, even after things hopefully get better in my personal life.

As a little aside, some of the big motivators in my comeback, even though they wouldn’t know it, are @not-a-space-alien with their story Watch Your Step, @marydublinauthor and @bittykimmy13 with all their wonderful Shot In The Dark and Print/Trinket stories (please go buy their books, they are absolutely amazing), and @ratcatcher0325 with their stories A Fraction of Justice and Nobody’s Fool. I know that these tags might come out of nowhere for all of you, as I don’t think I’ve interacted with any of you personally on this account, but your stories inspire me so much that it really pushed me to put my work back out there again, especially if my work could make someone as happy as all your stories make me. So thank you! I look forward to reading all that you create in the future! And in case you’re thinking “but you only just started following me today/recently,” well, like I said, I’ve been lurking on another account, so I’m sure you might’ve seen me there and just not known it. Anyway, keep up the amazing work, and everyone else please go read their stuff! It’s awesome and full of g/t goodness!

Well, I think that’s everything I had to say. I’m going to try and be more active on here and not just update about my AO3, because I don’t think that would be very fun. I’ll still get on here and like and reblog things that I like so feel free to stick around and interact. And if you want to interact with my work, please visit my AO3 page right here, or search for whatthisfemsheplikes on AO3! I’d love to see you there! Here’s to the future and I hope you all have some happy holidays coming up!

- Mo-Mo

TLDR; Life sucks but I’ve posted See Me, my g/t story, on AO3 so it’s back on the internet. You can read that and anything else I write on my page right here, or find me under the same username whatthisfemsheplikes on AO3!

#whatthisfemshepthinks #whatthisfemshepwrites #g/t #g/t stories #g/t writing #see me #Tori and Wesley #there is a hint about my second account on this post

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foxboyclit · 7 months

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cup of comfort

alt prompt for @flufftober day 4, enjoy some parent-child bonding

read it on ao3

When Howl rose, the first thing they noticed was the crispness of the air drifting through the window, carrying with it the smell of fresh-baked pumpkin breads from the bakeries up the street. The second thing, as they rubbed the tiredness from their eyes, was the shades of yellow the leaves had begun to turn. It seemed autumn was finally here.

In the past, autumn’s first chill would set them into motion; the Harvest Festival and Thinning of the Veil were just weeks away, and Goddess knew how much work goes into holiday preparations. In the past, they did not spend any time decorating their home for the season. Looking at the handmade leaf-and-gourd themed garlands Agnes had put up, they decided one lost day wouldn’t kill them.

Howl left for work, replacing their breakfast dishes with a note:

When you can afford to break from your studies, let us take advantage of the drop in temperature.

I’ll be at the cafe on Robin Street this afternoon, if you would be so kind as to meet me.

Lovely decorations, if I might add.

With love,

-H

It was not long after they had ordered and secured a patio table when they saw Agnes approaching. They waved her over, and she smiled once they caught her eye, and Howl rose from their seat just in time for her to wrap them up in a hug.

“Pleased you decided to join me,” they hugged back, then gestured for her to sit, “Have you any luck with the teleportation circle?”

“Not yet. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, maybe it’s the chalk?”

“I sure hope not, considering what I spent on those things.” Upon seeing Agnes shrink into her seat, they assured, “It was a joke, my love. I’ll be happy to give your spell a once-over, if you’d like.”

“You would?” she fidgeted excitedly at their nod. “I’d like that, Mx. Howl.”

“Just remind me once we’re home. Oh-” they straightened up as a server approached. “That’s for us.”

Two mugs of hot chocolate were placed in front of them, sweet and richly scented, and for Agnes; a generous topping of whipped cream. Howl held out their cup, and Agnes clinked hers against it, cheers! They both giggled before taking a sip. Hot and cozy, with the bitterness to balance the sweetened milk, Howl couldn’t help humming in satisfaction. This was far better than festival planning.

“Mx. Howl, why does yours look different?”

“It’s dark chocolate,” they offered her a sip, and she declined. Understandable, most people enjoyed the sweeter variations. Howl was sure this was the only place that even offered this variation, and oh were they blessed to have discovered it.

“Can I ask, what’s got you in the mood for this?”

They nodded, pausing as they savored another sip. “Oh, I guess I just wanted to ring in the changing of seasons. Autumn’s a busy time for me, and I realized I hardly remember to enjoy this time of year. It’s also your favorite season, if the pumpkin ornamentals hold any truth.”

“I-I’m sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.” Agnes mutters, and Howl waves it off.

“The house needed a fresh look. Your sewing has improved.” The smile that brightened her face was sweeter than any mug of chocolatey goodness, and they couldn’t help but mirror it.

“Thank you, Mx. Howl.” she beamed, kicking her legs as she sipped her drink.

“But of course; oh, you seem to have something on your nose-may I?” Agnes nodded, and they reached over to wipe off a bit of whipped cream. “You’re silly.”

“Silly?” she asked, feigning offense. “I’m an esteemed wizard in training. I’ve never been silly.”

“The whipped cream must be vital to your craft. My apologies, O Great Wizard Agnes.” they said, finishing the last of their hot chocolate. They stood and gave their daughter a curtsy offering her a hand. She took it, rising with an air of haughtiness that put the high elves to shame.

“Well, I’d hate to keep you away from your studies, Great Archmage. Shall I escort you home?”

She snickered at the title, and the two of them headed home, interlocking arms as they walked.

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