#all i wrote was a few points in the server now i made a whole post abt it

[complexcritterscave]

SPIVE ANGST FANFIC IN THE WORKS The masses on the Axosun discord server really want it and I’m such a nice person that I wrote it for them

They do not have a gun to me pointed under the table /ref /lyr

HAHA uhm

I’ll make some art for it later I guess. This is gonna be pretty sloppy since I haven’t actually written a story in like a whole ass year or two-

Enjoy eugh I feel so cringe writing this

Chained and Drowning

By meeee :3

They say dreams having meanings; that they send omens to the REM resting host, warning them of potential threats seeping from the shadows to strangle unsuspecting victims.

Others say it’s the opposite; that they exist to bring comfort to the dreamer after stressful days, or nights for our poor graveyard workers, and exhausting weeks.

The debate on the subject has been argued for many years, decades, maybe even centuries. Each person having their own theory on what they exist for, each differentiating from the other be it slightly or massively.

Not for Split though.

The banana beagle fruit-taur found dreams to be a mix of everything. An omen, a comforting gift, a story, a future teller without a crystal ball, a puddle of mud; anything and everything, even if it weren’t plausible nor made sense. After all, dreams rarely make sense themselves, so why should their interpretations? Surely they were equally as bananas right?

Split would never pay too hard attention to them, enjoying them while they lasted yet still being a bit disappointed when they ended.

She would sit to the sidelines of the obstacle course, the fluorescent lights low and dim as the bleachers were clear of spectators. It was Sunday, the game show never hosted during weekends to give the crew a chance to find anymore overly confident players who thought the course a cakewalk. Of course, they were left flabbergasted when realizing how difficult it truly was, which she always found to be hilarious.

Split would raise to her paws, glancing at the digital clock that sat on one of the walls.

4:26

"Still early.." She thought, her ears lowering slightly out of disappointment. Maybe she should get up and moving now? But she’d still have to wait for her to get up. Then again, she doesn’t remember even seeing her sleep before. No matter the time or day, she was always awake. They’ll definitely have to have a talk about that; maybe get help from DrRETRO as well! Surely the feline would offer some sort of medicinal… Medicine…? Medium..? Whatever the word was, advice to help with insoma… Insofar… Is that even a word? If it is, it’s a funny sounding one!

Insofar, sounds like solar- Ah! No no can’t get distracted. Gotta get up! Gotta get ready!

She’d stretch her upper and lower body before hurrying off to get dressed and ready. The usual shower and such weren’t an issue, unlike clothing. Banana sweater or the banana T-Shirt? It was pretty cool yesterday… But what if it were all sunny and bright and beautiful today? She’d end up getting all hot and tired. Then again she did hear something about it being cool again today. Oh well! Sweater it is!

After deciding on the most important aspect of her day, she was practically set! Breakfast wasn’t an issue considering the plans that were in place so all that was left was to head to the elevator…!

Yippe…

She never really liked the elevator. It always smelled dusty, lights would flicker at random, and then there was the chance of it showing up out of nowhere and tormenting you until you got to your floor; some of its taunts more deadly than the others…! But for now the reward was well worth the risk!

She stepped onto the elevator and pressed the very top button with a plus on it, picking the “Funny Maze” (which she never understood why it was called that, there weren’t any jokes, puns, or pranks within it) and slipping in a few coins into the slot. After the process was completed, she waited patiently as the elevators electronic music began playing while it ascended the floors with relative ease.

OKAY CHAT LEMME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS!!! YES IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE THIS SLOW AND LONG‼️‼️ I DONT HAVE AN AO3 ACCOUNT AND UNFORTUNATELY THEY SUPPORT ISNOTREAL SO I CAN’T MAKE ONE OR ELSE THEY GET MONEY 😔

Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading this it was very fun to write erm yea yes

#regretevator #regretevator split #split #she regret on my evator #fanfic #spive angst

[candyfloss-esophagus]

Heyo, it's me! Not being late for once!

Okay, ask game time! (not holding back this time so get ready!)

These are all for Crying Wolf, cause I'll never be normal about it <3

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(I know you've answered similar questions about the fic before, so feel free to skip those if you don't wanna answer them again <3 )

Hey, thanks for the ask!! I'm sure I have answered similar questions in the past but fortunately for you, my brain is a sieve that has been thrown over the edge of a waterfall.

☼: how i came up with the idea

I didn't actually come up with the idea all by myself, I'm part of the noirpunk discord server that regularly has little round robin fics and snippets that everyone can add onto. In its very early days, we were discussing what would happen if there were a symbiote that was virtually undetectable (and also, tangentially, what would happen if Hobie became infected) and I was so intrigued by this concept that I asked to use it in an actual fic!

☄: what the writing process was like

Arduous. Writing is like pulling teeth for me lol and Crying Wolf is certainly no outlier. I wrote chronologically whenever I had the time to sit down and think about it, but I had it vaguely planned out from the get-go. The only thing was that I added in another chapter -- chapter four was never meant to exist! I was going to shove everything that happened in chapter four and five in together but that seemed like a little much.

✄: something i deleted before the final draft

I post on a chapter by chapter basis because I'm too impatient to keep an entire wip to myself (trying to change that!) but there was going to be a scene where the symbiote was explicitly purged from Hobie. I decided not to write it because of medical semantics and how it would have made it even longer and also because my mental health was like a raft strapped together by duct tape at that point in the year.

♡: my favorite part

My favourite part is the end bit and Peter's conversation with Hobie because that was the thing that the server went into most detail about when we were cooking up the whole concept. I love thinking back to that night so much!

☠: something i found challenging

Fucking writing the damn thing lol. Motivation is very tricky for me and finishing what I start is even moreso (ta adhd!) but we got there in the end!!! As mentioned before, writing is difficult for me and I'm not actually a very good writer so trying to get it to a standard that I felt honoured what we had originally come up with in the server was definitely a challenge.

☾: how i thought people would respond to the fic

I.. didn't? Getting comments is so incredibly rare and special to me and the fact that I get so many purely because I write the most for noirpunk on ao3 is WILD.

☽: how people *actually* responded

Well they responded for a start lol. I got veritable essays on how bad I made people feel and theories for how it would progress and how well done the whole thing was and people from the server cheering me on and even one person who only investigated for the cannibalism, and were grossed out by it which is incredible. It was just a torrent of warmth and love and it was so confusing to me at the time but so important now looking back. It was an awful time for me and my life and having all those comments and responses was so special.

∞: something i wish i’d done differently

I read back on it a few days ago and it all seems so superficial to me now, so suffice to say most things and be done with it there.

★: something i’m proud to have accomplished

Just fuckin. Writing it. Finishing it. Impacting people's lives with it. That's why I write that's why I do this. And it was my first foray into more violent stuff so I'm glad I started it by diving in headfirst instead of just dipping my toes in.

Thank you for the ask! Ask game for any other fics of mine that you care to hear about is here, the fic Crying Wolf is here, and I hope you have a lovely day!!

#fiepige #ask answered #esophagus speaks #noirpunk #ask game #atsv #atsv fic #behind the scenes with esophagus

[dmwrites]

Chapter 5- Observations and Conspiracy Theories

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4

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The trio picked back up with their studies as the sun was threatening to set. Cleo had been napping in the sun, and Michael went for a walk around the castle lands, where he’d briefly ran into a slime who swore he was human, but Michael couldn’t be sure, so he just killed the thing*.

They met Joe at his moon observation station, and were mostly quiet, watching and waiting in dreadful anticipation.

And when the moon finally did begin to show its face, it really hit Michael just how massive this thing really was. Sure, he’d seen it the other night, when it was looming overhead, but to see it peeking over the edge of the platform, while the sun was still blatantly setting on the other side, really set the tone for how hellish and unnatural this whole thing really was.

Cleo nudged Michael, and he tore his eyes away from the moon to watch Joe in action. He was on an unstable looking rock platform, which was covered with signs. Joe walked forward, past all of them and then a bit more, and after a few moments of deliberation and leaning back and forth, placed down a sign and wrote the date.

“God, that’s like three blocks more then yesterday.” Cleo muttered.

Joe came back over to them, and the three stood there, watching the moon make its way up the sky.

“So, what do we do now?” Michael asked.

“Observe it I guess.” Joe replied, taking out a small notebook and writing down the measurements.

“Well, that’s all well and good, but besides the fact that it’s big and there are earthquakes, observing it all night is going to be quite boring.” Cleo said.

“What do you suggest we do then?” Joe asked.

“I suggest we have a campfire.” Joe sighed and Cleo turned to Michael. “I set up the nicest, safest campfire spot at the beginning of this season, with stones to keep the fire contained and water and everything and he says it’s a danger to the forest.”

“I mean, Joe, it’s kinda last call for peaceful shit, it feels like.” Michael pointed at the moon.

“Fine!” Joe threw his hands up in the air, and Michael and Cleo high-fived him in sync, which made all three of them burst out into laughter. Despite it all.

“So, Michael, we overwhelmed you on the first day, and all we’ve been talking about noe is the moon. Any burning questions aboht Hermitcraft?” The three were settled around the cheerfully crackling campfire, with Joe on a blanket looking straight up at the sky, Cleo sitting on a tree stump she had uprooted, and Michael in one of the beanbag chairs from the castle.

“So, okay, who is this Evil X guy? I remember your admin talking about him on that first day. Who is he?”

Cleo snorted and Joe huffed. “He’s like the villain, I guess you could call him, on the server.” Cleo answered. “Do you have anyone like that where you’re from?”

“Hmm, I suppose so. There’s a guy who is like the big bad villain, name of Dream. But more then that, we mostly have a lot of morally grey people, you know, who don’t really fit into good or bad. Is he like that?”

“Well, I mean, he sells cryptocurrency.” Joe said.

“Oh so he’s evil in a pathetic way, okay.”

Cleo cackled so hard she coughed up a literal lung. Michael and Joe screamed, even more so when she shoved it back down her throat and pushed it back into place.

“Okay, I have a question.” Cleo spoke up once everyone had calmed down again. “So what the hell happened when you two met? Joe likes to be annoyingly aloof about his time missing. All I know is that you have a radio show, because Joe won’t shut up about wanting one.”

“Joe! Are you ashamed of hanging out with me?” Michael said in mock offense.

“I- no!” Joe said so genuinely sadly that Michael backpedaled at once.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Michael held out a hand to placate him. “Well, I was out for a walk one day around the Dream SMP. It’s usually, like, pretty dead, maybe you’ll see a figure in the distance once in a while, but that’s about it. So, you’d imagine my surprise when I found some bespectacled dude walking around in the crater of L’Manburg. So I helped him up and held a sword to his throat until he told me who he was. Sorry about that, Joe.”

“The impression that I got from my initial interaction with Michael is that the server he comes from is a lot more wary, and has a very different kind of relationship with death.” Joe added, sitting up finally and putting his notebook down. “I fell into this huge, overgrown crater I would later find out used to be a thriving community, and was saved by a man who was quite convinced I was some kind of cosmic horror.”

“To be fair you are a cosmic horror. To me.” Cleo said.

“Well, after I determined Joe wasn’t a threat, I decided to bring him home with me, like some kind of wet puppy I found in a box. And then he really started talking, and I thought ‘oh this guy has to be on my radio show, he’s too fucking weird’. So he did and he stayed for a few days to recuperate and regroup, and then he was off. Totally convinced the guy was gonna end up dead, was never really sure what happened to him until he called me the other day.”

“That is the most Joe Hills story I’ve ever heard.” Cleo sighed and shook her head. The campfire snapped and crackled merrily in front of them as they all went quiet again, lost in their own thoughts.

“So. Moon conspiracy theories.” Cleo, Joe, and Michael were eating breakfast at the tavern, and Michael had his notes and books in front of him. Now that the moon observation time was over, the sun had come to relieve them of their terror, the conspiracies could be explored. “The moon is one of those things that has always been on the mind of theorists of all kinds. Some say the moon is a god, some say someone has landed on on top of the moon and explored it, others say there’s no way, your wings would break before there. But as for a moon getting bigger and bigger? Well, on my way over here I scoured every book I could find, all the notes I’ve gathered over the years. What I could find was limited, with kinda sus references, but there is one theory that the moon is a goddess of some kind. Have y’all done anything that might make a god mad?”

Cleo and Joe looked at each other and spoke at the same time. “Doc.”

“Okay, so that’s one lead. A doctor?” Michael wrote the word down in his journal.

“No, Doc is a hermit. Oh isn’t there like some kind of cult at Boatem too?” Cleo asked, although she was cut off by Joe gasping dramatically.

“Boatem! That wretched place is cursed! That must be what’s causing this all!” Joe rose to his feet, shaking his fist in the direction of this Boatem place. Michael wrote it down.

“Besides angering gods, what other theories are there?” Cleo asked.

“Honestly, that’s the bulk of it. Like I said, not a lot of concrete anything- and that’s coming from a conspiracy theorist. We could get into stuff like ‘the moon got knocked out of orbit by something and was drawn into the gravitational pull here’ or ‘this is all just a video game and the moon is the final boss’.”

“Options to explore later, perhaps.” Joe said. “I’m so convinced those Boatem people have something to do with it!”

Michael grinned. “Alright baby! Let’s conspiracy theory this bitch!”

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*Additional lore: because Michael isn’t a hermit, and Xisuma, distracted by the whole moon thing, never entered Michael into the code officially, the chat read “ijevin was killed by [static box]”. No one really paid attention to it, thinking erasing hermit names in chat was just a new hellish feature of the moon lol

#September 4 2022 #fic #Michael and Joe and Cleo’s super big adventure ft. the moon #joe hills #michael mcchill #zombiecleo #hc8 #hc x dsmp #long post

[espithewarlock]

Some end-of-2023 asks that didn't get asked but I'm answering them anyways! Some are from AO3 Wrapped and some are from the more general 2023 reblog.

How many works did you publish this year?

20! It's so much more than I thought I would post, let alone write!

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Bittersweet, That Glitter (aka, Dragon!Pierre) by a long shot. I love the fantasy & worldbuilding and it's some of my best stuff. (I also loved dropping it on Sol unexpectedly and having her start shouting at me within a minute of posting it. Seriously, AO3, you chose then to be speedy with email notifications??)

What work of yours has the most hits?

My Pierre/Charles/Max Soulmark AU. Probably because it's one of the few chaptered fics that I have and probably because it's lestappen tagged. Of my oneshots, Omega!Pierre just beats OnlyFans!Charles by a few hits.

What work was the quickest to write?

I started Take, Take Me Over at 6:30am, wrote 1.9k words, edited, and posted it by 8:30am. (Then I went to the gym and found the perfect song inspiration. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

What work took you the longest to write?

Another Deep Dive All The Way Down (aka, the Carlando Coffeeshop AU that's a companion to Mermaid!Charles) probably had the longest time start to finish because I kept procrastinating writing the ending.

What’s your shortest work of the year?

I wrote exactly 1,016 words for the short-fic prompt challenge, Trading Controllers, and I'm impressed at how much story I squeezed into just over a thousand words.

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

I'm sitting at 2,307 while I'm writing this and that is simply insane! I'm done posting Coffeeshop and I'm hoping to get a few more on that one since it's now 100% complete. Honestly, the fact that over two thousand people have liked my stuff enough to say they like my stuff is incredible!

Which work has the most comments?

By sheer number? Soulmark AU at 66 comment threads, but that averages to 3.9 per chapter. Mermaid!Charles has 4.1 per chapter, for comparison. Of my oneshots, Nymph!Pierre has 8 (including an ESSAY that makes me 🥰), Baker!Pierre has 7, and OnlyFans!Charles has 7.

What do you listen to while writing?

I actually usually listen to Twitch streams. The video game music + the commentary/content gives me something to flip back to while I'm thinking over story ideas and doesn't pull me out of the writing flow like listening to distinct songs.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

It's so hard to pick just one! Here's some of my favorites: 1. The 'little squid' bit from Nymph!Pierre 2. The whole meet-cute scene from Baker!Pierre (+ Kimi's "But that did not go well") 3. The line from Dragon!Pierre after he leaves ("Now that he knew the warmth of Charles' hands, of his mouth, on his body, there was no way the sun could compare.") 4. The absolute heartbreak of Pierre saying goodbye to Mermaid!Charles 5. OnlyFans!Charles pointing to himself ("what a coincidence! I also like your shirt.")

Talk about a new friend you made this year

Literally everyone in the Calamar's Club, but especially Logan & Sol. Sol for being the sweetest person ever, letting me be insane about dragons, and inviting me to the server after seeing me shout into the void for friends. Logan for dragging me into the chaos, the constant encouragement of everyone, and for making me melt every time they react to anything I post.

How was your birthday this year?

Excellent! I visited my sister, went to her wedding dress fitting, and we saw the musical Six! It was my first time seeing it and it was AMAZING.

Favorite book(s) you read this year?

The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune & The Near Witch by VE Schwab

What are you excited about for next year?

Posting my PWFE fic, meeting up with a local-ish fandom friend, and hopefully planning my first overseas trip!

If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

Read your fucking comments, Espi! You could have been making new friends and having fun conversations all year and you were too much of a coward to try that until ~September~. Most of them are lovely and you should ignore the ones that aren't!

Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?

Yep! I resolved to start lifting at the gym (instead of just doing cardio) and I've made pretty good progress! Going to continue into next year for sure!

#Espi answers asks! #or really non-asks in this instance #ao3 wrapped #2023 asks #get to know your fanfic author!

[ruiniel]

Heya, dahling~ 👋 Do you perhaps have any scrapped scenes from a fic (any fandom) you'd be willing to share with us, please?? 😃 And what was the reason for scrapping it?? If not, have you ever had an idea for a fic that took a drastically different route while writing it??

Hi! Aww thank you, you're giving me a chance to bring back things I wish I could've continued. This one's a band+urban fantasy AU I'd called "Wandering Ghosts" and happens to be for the Castlevania series (2017). In short:

In a bustling capital of modern day Europe, Sypha and Trevor look for a vocalist to help their struggling band. ...Things don’t go as planned. What you’ll find here: nonbinary Alucard, crack, feels, some musical references, adventure, angst, polyamory

So here's 'the first meeting' and some random (sequential) scenes... I scrapped this one because I wrote these in a burst of inspiration, then didn't have the energy to build an outline and continue an actual story. Left it on the 'an attempt was made' shelf as I focus all my modern AU tendencies into Another Way. 🎭

Anyhow here we go:

“Your faith is an unshakeable pillar, Trevor Belmont.”

It all happened lightning-fast for both of them. Only a year prior, Trevor was hitchhiking through Europe, alone and penniless. It just so happened that Sypha was the one to pick him up one time, and from the very first exchange, it was like two magnets smacked together. 

“Where to?”

“East.”

A raised eyebrow. “... that’s not very specific for a destination.” 

“I know. But when you don’t know where you’re going…”

“... any road will take you there. That’s not an accurate quote, by the way.” 

“Hah. Well, all I know  is you’re heading in the right direction.”

A smirk. Fearless. “Hop in, stranger.”

“Also…” Sypha brings him back to the present, rising and walking to the counter. She lifts the lid off the pan with omelet, then turns around waving the spatula in the air. “No one else reached out.”

“That’s true,” Trevor says. “I can’t imagine why,” he mutters. “But I get your point. Something about beggars and choosers, was it?”

Sypha taps a finger to her chin. “Who knows? It might be a good fit.”

“Or it might be a serial killer.”

“Trevor…”

“Fine,” Trevor reaches for his phone. As far as choices go, this can’t possibly be the worst they’ve ever made. No, he’s got a shameful top of those, but now Sypha’s here, and since he knows her, it feels like he can face anything. “Give me that contact number.”

There’s not a whole lot that can go wrong, after all.

~~

Trevor drums his fingers on the wood, nodding his thanks at the server who places two glass tankards of frothing ale on their table. He takes one and cheers Sypha before going for a generous swig, then stares at the blooming afternoon outside. He rests his face in his palm. “They’re late.”

Sypha shrugs, her large teal and silver earrings ringing with the movement. She runs her palms over her black leggings. “Let’s give them another few minutes.” They aren't at the fifteen-minute mark yet after all, but when Trevor and their prospect for a new band member spoke on the phone Trevor sensed some hesitation in the speaker’s voice, unusual considering they were the ones who reached out to Trevor and Sypha, not the other way around. Maybe they just weren't expecting to be called back. 

Well, he trusted Sypha’s choices and instincts more than his own lately, and it never led them astray. Here’s to trying. He rubs at his eye, running a hand through his shaggy hair, and plays with the ball of his tongue ring as he does when anxious. They agreed to meet for a drink to get to know this person, have an informal interview of sorts. If all goes well, they'd all go and try out for a jam, then see how that fares. 

Sypha nudges him. “In your head there, Trev? Or are you…” she wags her eyebrows at him in that way which always makes him both flustered and slightly annoyed, “...nervous?”

“Stop it,” Trevor smiles, pushing into her playfully and placing a hand on her knee, squeezing. “I mean, we don't have much to go on here. They didn’t send you any recorded samples when you emailed together, nor do we know what they look like, which is… weird to say the least?”

“Do looks matter here?”

“Of course not, it’s not that at all. It’s just, you know. In this day and age, y’know, when everyone's face is plastered everywhere…” Trevor adds, defeated, “It's kind of unusual to be so stingy with these details, don’t you think? Suspicious, almost.”

Sypha drinks from her ale, then shakes her head. Trevor has a hefty amount of bad-to-downright-traumatic experiences under his belt which formed the basis of his wary nature towards anything close to a red flag. It's Sypha that helped him immensely on that front, helped him open up and try to trust others more as well as himself. 

“I don't think so,” she says. “And as for their skill, we’ll hear them play anyway, if we get there.”

“If,” Trevor nods, looking out the window again. The sun descends upon the city, mild titian light flooding the streets, slicing across buildings. They picked this place to meet for its quiet atmosphere and proximity to the rehearsal room. “I just hope this won’t be a waste of time, that’s all.”

The door to the bar opens, and someone walks in. Sypha looks ahead and blinks, and Trevor only notices her staring when he follows the direction of her gaze. 

“I guess we’re about to find out,” Sypha says, elbowing him, and Trevor can’t see her expression because he’s too busy staring at the person who caught his gaze and won’t let go, coming straight towards them.

Well, fuck.

Tall and lean. The longest legs Trevor’s ever seen wrapped in tight, black leather pants belted at the waist, set in high dark boots. A white low-cut shirt under a black biker jacket. Long, wavy hair the color of ripe wheat in summer, flowing past broad-ass shoulders. They're coming closer, closer, stopping before the table. 

“Trevor and Sypha, I presume?”

The accent. It's strange, and Trevor can't place it, watching them set down the guitar case they were shouldering. “Uh,” Trevor says, at which point Sypha helpfully intervenes, saving his gawking ass (bless her). 

“Sure are!” She stands up gleefully — a bit too gleefully, a part of Trevor’s brain registers. “You must be… Adrian?”

“That I am,” the newcomer smiles, removing their jacket and throwing it onto the wooden bench before sitting opposite the two with a sort of casual fluidity that has a spike of something foreign buzzing at the back of Trevor’s neck: damn if that face isn’t straight out of those classical paintings people fawn over in art museums. When the stranger looks at him and meets his eyes, something else happens: his heart speeds up.

“Good to meet you.”

“Yeah, hi.” Trevor starts haltingly. “I'm Trevor,” he points at himself. Smooth as sandpaper. “I go by he/him. And yourself?”

Adrian nods, “They/them is fine.” His gaze slides towards Sypha. “How should I refer to you?”

“She/they, thanks!” she says, her earrings jingling with every move she makes.

Is she giddy? She's giddy. Trevor tries to ignore it. He suddenly can’t shake the feeling that he’s missing something. He tilts his head to the side, observing the newcomer better. Drawn features, shapely brows. The eyes are something else — they’re the lightest honey-brown Trevor’s ever seen, close to golden, or maybe it’s the falling evening light that’s playing tricks on him. The black eyeliner doesn’t help to alleviate the effect. It’s like they trap the light of their surroundings within, and images of various nocturnal predators come to Trevor's mind; maybe a cat; or a wolf. But at the same time, the expression is soft, almost… content. He’s going to make a fool of himself, but whatever. “Don't take this in any way, but,” he waves a hand. “Have we met?”

Adrian raises an eyebrow, succeeding in looking stunning — why the hell is he noticing these things — but as they open their mouth, the server comes to inquire about their drink. Once they take care of the order they look back at Sypha, then Trevor, the softest expression on their face. “I… don’t believe so.”

Fuck, but he does feel like an idiot. Of course, they haven’t met. His mind must've blown a fuse from ogling strong thighs prancing about in too-tight pants. The face before him is not exactly one anyone would call forgettable, nor is that stare, suddenly too intent on him so Trevor must look to Sypha again for aid. 

“So…” dimly he hears her talking, apparently taking the reins, and how grateful he is for it. “We're excited, aren't we, Trevor?” She asks him but doesn't wait for an answer, her red-lipped smile on Adrian as she continues. “We were looking for someone to join our music project, as you know.”

Adrian nods. “Yes. 'Wandering Ghosts', you are called?”

“That's right,” says Trevor.

A grin. Friendly. Perfect teeth. “I like the name. Thank you for the chance, I do appreciate this opportunity to meet with you and find out more.”

Why the hell are they speaking like they're on the cast of some period drama? The odd sensation at the back of Trevor's neck intensifies. His eyes flit involuntarily to the cut of that shirt again, to the pale chest adorned in beads and pendants, and the… long, red scar winding across the skin up to their collarbone. His gaze goes up, meeting Adrian's eyes. Trevor coughs, suddenly very uncomfortable. Luckily their drink arrives just then, and he breathes easier when Adrian looks away.

“And we're glad you could make it,” Sypha steps in again, amiable as only she can be. “Let’s tell you a little bit about ourselves.”

And so they do. They find out about Sypha and Trevor's story, how they met, how they got here, and what they're trying to do. Adrian listens carefully and attentively, and the way they look at her as she speaks should probably make Trevor uneasy or feel something along the lines of jealousy, but it doesn't. 

Weird. 

Bad? He's not sure.  

“Do you have a talent manager, then?” asks Adrian before drinking from the ale. “A record label?”

“No,” Trevor jumps in, and when Adrian looks his way, the expression they had when listening to Sypha doesn't change; if Trevor didn't know better, he'd say they're… hanging on every word? Extra weird-points. 

“No, we’re… we’re pretty much independent right now, so to say. On our own, uh,” he rubs the back of his head. Bluntness it is. “Look we're small-time, just forming our style, and haven't had much luck with exposure or gigs and we're balancing everything with our day jobs so… that leads me to the question you've probably been expecting. Why do you want to join?”

Adrian smiles then, eyes holding a nearly playful light. “I've heard some of your recorded songs, courtesy of Sypha.”

Trevor looks at Sypha in question, who shrugs innocently.

“Let me be honest, if I may. I believe your style has potential, but would benefit from a few tweaks and I have some suggestions I believe you might find appealing.”

Hold on. “Oh, so you mean… we need you, is what you're trying to say?” Trevor raises an eyebrow.

Adrian nods, unironically. “That is precisely what I'm saying. Oh—” they reach for their phone, “excuse me, I have to take this,” they smile again, get up, and leave the bar with the phone to a heavily-pierced ear, swaying away on those long legs as they do.

Trevor's head snaps to look at his partner. “What the fuck, Sypha?”

Sypha, who was resting her chin in her palm, turns away from her gaping. “What? I think it's going great so far. And… they're cute.”

“The hell they are,” Trevor gripes. “They just said we need them, which is the biggest fucking 'No' in my book, for smugness.”

Sypha tuts, tapping her beringed fingers against the tankard. Patient, she’s always so patient with him. “Self-confidence is a strong trait in a lead, isn't it?”

Grudgingly, he has to admit she's right again. “We don't know anything about them.”

“And I didn't know anything about you when I picked you up.” She wraps her hands around his arm, looking at him that way, which always melts his resistance like wax under fire. “We're doing this to get to know them.”

Trevor sighs, grumbles some. 

“Look, let's just give them a chance, yes?” she whispers as Adrian steps back inside and walks over to the table.

Fine, fine, fine.

“Sorry about that,” Adrian retakes their seat, their rich, pale hair swishing like a sheet of silk about their shoulders. 

“Tell me, Adrian,” Trevor begins, cutting to the chase. “What are you looking to achieve by… helping us?”

Adrian shrugs in a way that looks so familiar Trevor suddenly has trouble focusing. “Mutual success,” comes a smile, and Trevor lifts the tankard to his lips and drinks so he can pin the blush on something else. What the hell is happening… “I can offer you my time, my energy, and my skill.”

“Uh-huh,” Trevor says, and he can tell Sypha's positively beaming next to him. Smells like defeat already. Whatever. “You mention time. We try to practice daily, does your schedule allow that?”

Adrian nods again, and yeah, those eyes are creepy as fuck. “It does. Of course, I am thinking… you would like to hear me play, for a complete idea? See how we…” A moment of hesitation. “... work together?”

Aren't they moving fast… who's interviewing whom here, anyway? “Woah, buy us dinner first,” Trevor leans back, then starts as Sypha's foot hits him under the table. Adrian seems to not have noticed. Or maybe they did, as they briefly glance her way before the strangest smile Trevor's ever seen changes their face. It's fond and sad and tired, and Trevor can't find it in himself to look away.

“We do have to hear you play before we make a decision,” he wraps an arm around Sypha's shoulders, drawing her closer both to show their connection and to make it clear they're a united front. “And we need someone who's in this for the long run. Is that something you think you could commit to?”

The smile stays, and Trevor has a hard time holding that amber stare but does his darndest.

Adrian leans forward with their elbows on the table. “Yes,” they say, staring Trevor in the eye.  “Yes, I believe I can.”

~~

“What do you want to do?” Her lashes feel heavy, the heat in her lower belly building to a crescendo. 

“Lie here, with me. So I can feel you're real…”

Sypha cups their jaw, pressing herself closer and being hugged tighter as she does. She softly kisses, feeling the tension of muscles from the slightest brush of her eager lips. Her hand comes over their chest, Adrian's heartbeat under her palm; their own hand grips hers. “I'm real. We both are,” she says, a sweep of her thumb clearing the wetness from Adrian's cheek.

#ruiniel:fanfiction

[penultimate-step]

I don't think this has been actually officially posted anywhere but the reddit people seem to think wildbow's next novel is going to be a space opera? maybe he said it on a discord or something. I don't generally spend time in that part of the fandom so I have no idea what he may have said on any servers.

If this is true I am actually pretty happy about this. From my memory, this is not a type of setting he has worked on before at all? When worm ended I remember that to decide what his next project would be, he wrote out first few chapters of four different settings he had been kicking around for a while to see which felt best to write. One of them was pact, whose setting was later used again for pale, one was eventually reworked into the twig setting, and the other two were a low fantasy political drama and a cyberpunk death game thing, if i'm remembering right. I think he said he wasn't very enthusiastic about those last two in practice, which is a shame imo they seemed cool.

BUT. sorry, i'll get to the point. If the space opera rumor is true, that means that this is a whole new setting that he hasn't written in before and has only developed in the last decade. Which, honestly, I feel is kinda what he needs right now. He's talked a lot about feeling like he was spinning his wheels and in a slump with ward and pale, even though i recall him enjoying pale quite a bit for a while. I think working in a setting completely divorced from previous works and drastically different to anything he'd written before might be what he needs to get back to what he feels like is his groove? more new elements to think about, less stuff set in stone that he has to struggle against, less fan expectations about the setting? Everything built from scratch.

also, working in a new setting might get him to reexamine some of his general issues - I don't really consider myself a wildbow hater, but i think its pretty undeniable that he's made plenty of mistakes. that said i think many of his issues seem to stem from him feeling the need to reflexively defend his choices and never admit fault, regardless of the validity of the criticism. Perhaps working in a setting that doesn't have baked in choices that calcified pre-2010 might make him more amenable to flexibility?

I don't know. anything could happen. but just in general, I know in the past wildbow's settings were worked on and built up for years before the actual serial started, and that led to fleshed out side characters and well developed worlds, at least for the first novel written in the settings. so i'm curious to see how a setting built with the benefit of all his additional writing experience will look.

#wildbow #step.blogger

[ferrariprince16]

i wanted to make post about what this season was for me.

when that sunday my tv was causally showing the first minutes of the first race of the season i had no idea that i would ended up here crying for the last race, seb, charles and with a bunch of new friends around the whole world.

i've said this multiple times how f1, ferrari and michael schumacher meant to me when i was younger, those weekend were sacred and i just loved loved seeing those cars going vroom vroom in circle. then things happened and i stopped watching besides a few races here and there, but it wasn't like before. so when bahrain happened i promised myself i would watch the start and then i would go on with the rest of the afternoon but i didn't, i so didn't, i stayed, i watched the whole thing and when that little guy crossed the finish line with his red little car my heart was stolen again by the sport and charles.

and then watching the other races was like before, the adrenaline, the excitement, the joy to have found again this passion was amazing. then shit happened, the fuck ups, the fails were things i didn't experience when i was little, because i didn't understand much i just liked watching the cars going fast, but this time around i did and it hurted. i thought this was just somenthing i could watching without getting too much involved, but it wasn't and i'm glad because, even though it hurted sometimes and it made me happy other times, i had this passion again that he made me happy, just seeing the cars made me happy.

and charles, he always made me happy even when i was angry or sad about the situation, he made me happy. he completely stole my heart when the lights went off that day in march, with his fight with you know who, when he won and with his happiness on the podium. it was tough for him this season and it was tough being his fan during all those awful things that happened to him. but he was so fucking worth it every single day. what he gives when he sit in his car and do what he was born to do and more, it's so so so worth it. i'm so happy he could snatch those points today and be crowded vice champion, maybe it's not what he wanted and we wanted for him, but i'm so proud of him with how much strength he fought and achieved that p2.

in all of this, i need to mention this, i met wonderful, amazing, beautiful people. i came into this fandom very very quietly but i found an amazing community here. and when that sunday after the spain race i sent a message to a certain someone if i could join their server i would never in a million years could imagine to found new friends around the world. i couldn't go through this season without them. they were there every step of the way, every happy weekend and the very long, multiple and awful weekends we had. we supported each other, we cried and we laughed together and i'm so glad i found them. they're always there for everything f1 and not stuff related. i'm so thankful for all of you and you know who you are. i love you. and i'm very thankful for the community here, without tumblr i wouldn't found amazing people and i wouldn't be understood about this silly sport by anyone. so thank you. truly.

wow i wrote too much, i will stop now, yeah. so 2022 season is over, onto the 2023 now, hopefully it will be a little bit nicer to us. thank you if you read this far, i truly appreciate ❤️

#charles leclerc #p.text

[btscarnivalnet]

Headliner Of The Month

Hello, Carnival Goers and Performers alike, please give a round of applause for our Headliner of the Month:

Our Wonderful Performer: Sunny @sunshinerainbowsbts

You are our Headliner of the Month!

During this month, we want to showcase your incredible talent and skill and share it with the Carnival! For this month, we want you to pick three fics of yours that you’d like us to showcase, and we also wanted to ask you some questions so we can understand how you write, why and what you want to get across with your fics.

Questions For You:

Three Fics:

Paradise

Covert Affairs

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

When did you start writing fics, and why?

I started writing years ago, when I joined a server dedicated to a wild scifi show called Lexx. Prior to joining, I’d never even heard of fanfiction, but there was a group of authors there posting the most incredible stories, and soon I was hooked. Eventually I reached a point where I wanted to see my favorite characters in specific scenarios that those stories weren’t covering, and it dawned on me that if I wanted to see them, then I needed to write them.

That server is long gone now, and I did not have the foresight to save any of my fics, so they’re all digital dust now. Let that be a lesson to everyone - always backup your stories!

I fell away from writing fanfic for a while, but I kept reading for various fandoms like Harry Potter and the MCU. After a while, I started writing for the MCU when I felt the need to see my own ideas come to life. Then 2020 came and I found BTS and the amazing fanfic community on tumblr. And it happened once again - it wasn’t enough to read the fantastic worlds that Army authors were creating. I had to build my own.

What was your first fic?

Baby

What is your latest fic?

The Hook Up

Why did you choose to write about the fics you have chosen?

Paradise

Paradise is the first series I created. The idea sprang from watching Jungkook’s iconic “My Time” performance and thinking about his duality and wondering - what if your shy neighbor was a sexy stripper by night? It's a very simple idea, for sure, but one that has resulted in about 86,000 words written over eleven chapters published so far! Originally, I thought it would be a short five-part series, but I just fell in love with the characters and decided to slow things down and take my time telling their story. I chose this one because it’s my favorite story to write. Yes, it’s a very self-indulgent story, but isn’t that the whole point of fanfiction in the first place?

I remember being so incredibly nervous to post the teaser. It got some attention, but ironically that just made me even more anxious when the first chapter went up! You never know what kind of response you’re going to get with your stories. I have been so, so lucky that this fic has resonated with a group of readers who keep coming back chapter after chapter. We all know what it’s like to write something we love and feel heartbroken when it doesn’t find its audience.

The story feels like it’s starting to wind down now. I don’t want to stop writing it but I also don’t want to drag it out or have it overstay its welcome. But no matter how long it goes on, I’ll never stop being thankful for every single interaction it’s brought me.

Covert Affairs

This Jungkook Spy!AU was written for a request. It’s an example of when you get the perfect prompt and the words just start flowing - I wrote the whole thing very quickly. I tend to write very visually - I see the action in my head and do my best to transcribe onto the page. That worked really well for this story, which unfolded just like a movie in my imagination.

The reason I picked this story is because of its ending. My blog is kind of unofficially a “happy endings only” blog - the vast majority of my stories are meant to leave the reader in high spirits. The ending of Covert Affairs is very different from my other fics. I reached out to a few writer moots before I posted it, because I was afraid to use the final scene I’d written. But they told me to trust my instincts, and I’m so glad that I did, because I can’t imagine it ending any other way. And it has led me to question what a “happy ending” is, anyway. Does it always mean the hero wins, or that the reader gets the guy? Does it have to be “happily ever after” or can it just be finding peace in the moment?

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

This was one of the first fics I wrote working from a prompt as opposed to coming up with my own idea wholesale. As soon as I read the words “It’s hand-holding season,” I knew two things. One, it had to be a Yoongi fic, and two, it had to be soft. Super soft. Like, curling up on a bed made of marshmallows soft.

I’m largely a smut writer. I like smut. I enjoy reading it and I absolutely love writing it. But not every story necessarily needs a sex scene. I chose this story because I felt like it’s a good example of the type of fluff I like to write. Just a series of quiet moments of two idiots falling in love. I live for those moments. Also, I love how silly it is. I try to imbue a lot of humor into my writing.

What was the most memorable line for you in each of the fics?

Paradise

From chapter one, when reader sees Jungkook on stage for the first time:

Like the statue of a god come to life, marble made flesh and blood, Jeon Jungkook danced before you, more beautiful than any man you’d ever seen.

From chapter six, some banter between Jin and reader. I fucking love writing banter:

“What did I say about being patient?” he inquires, cocking an eyebrow.

“Patience is a virtue,” you remark.

“Yes, it is.” He rubs his thumbs over your wrists and the sensation sends a bolt of electricity to your core.

“I never claimed to be virtuous.”

From chapter nine, an example of me just cracking myself up. Happens frequently in my writing:

Besides, he’s so pretty, lost in his dreams next to you. Why not just lie here and gaze upon his beauty a little longer?

Gaze upon his beauty? Okay, Lord Byron, let’s dial it back a little. And maybe stop staring at him like a creeper.

Covert Affairs

This is one of the first lines I wrote when I saw the prompt and began picturing the little cat-and-mouse game between Spy!Reader and Spy!Jungkook:

His smile is all you can see as he disappears into the shadows, pulling you in. “Why would I let someone else have the pleasure of catching you?”

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

I cheated and chose a paragraph, because it’s hard for me to pick just one of these lines without the context of the others, and I think it shows the way the hand-holding between Yoongi and reader has come to mean so much more:

Snowflakes swirl around you on the trek home, but the air feels heavy with something else. Something unspoken. Everything around you is covered in a fluffy white blanket that shimmers slightly under the streetlights, and you could easily get lost on these streets just as easily as you get lost in your thoughts. But that familiar sensation at your side, Yoongi’s fingers clutching yours, reassures you. It’s a comforting weight, anchoring you in the moment.

What was your writing process like for each fic?

Chaotic as usual. I don’t typically outline my stories - the rare exceptions are my current series Paradise and Versus. For everything else, I normally just have a basic idea - what kicks the story off and how it will be resolved, and then the rest comes as I write it. My ideas come from everywhere - a line of dialogue or a lyric, a conversation with a friend, dreams I’ve had. Occasionally, if an idea seems like it’s going to be more than a quick one-shot, I will do a stream-of-consciousness type of outlining - basically I write a paragraph or two detailing what plot points the story will include.

Also, I have to have noise when I write, either listening to music or just having the tv on in the background. I can’t work in silence. Like I said, chaotic.

I didn’t start outlining Paradise until I was five chapters in. The story kept expanding, so I needed to corral all my thoughts and figure out the timing of the various events. And I write it one chapter at a time. I truly, truly envy authors who have the patience to write multiple chapters or a whole fic before they start posting! I have zero chill when it comes to posting. I want to write and get it out there immediately.

Covert Affairs and I Wanna Hold Your Hand were both written without an outline, over a series of sprints. I’m a big fan of sprinting - it’s helpful to turn off the critical/editing portions of your brain and just let the words roll off your fingertips. Sometimes I end up with a fairly useless mess, but more often than not, I’ll find the crux of a story that way. A lot of times my characters will surprise me with their antics during a sprint.

What do you hope readers will take away from the fics?

I hope they find whatever they are looking for in my stories. Whether it be something they want, like a spicy smut scene, or something they need, like a good laugh. Fanfiction has by and large been a source of comfort for me. It’s often a place I turn to when I need to escape from all the stress in my life. I’d love for my stories to do the same for others. I hope to write fics that will reverberate with people for a long time after reading. Nothing would make me happier than that.

Why do you keep writing? What drives you?

I keep writing because I love it. I have so many worlds within me, all clamoring to be born. What drives me is the desire to share those ideas with others. To say here, I made this for you. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading.

Any writing goals you’ve recently hit? Any goals that you are planning to hit?

I haven’t really had many goals in the past but I’ve had some milestones that I’ve celebrated. I’ve been writing for BTS for over a year now - that was a great marker to hit. My current goal is to wrap up my three series - the two I mentioned above and my Bad Cop!Yoongi series - in a (hopefully) satisfactory manner before I attempt any other series. Future goals include exploring new genres/tropes/kinks in my writing, and then possibly branching out into Stray Kids fanfic - but that’s a ways down the line yet, since I still have so many BTS WIPs in the works!

#bcn: headliner of the month #performer: sunshinerainbowbts

[shinakazami1]

hhhh long ask anon here! thinking of calling myself 307 anon…(not me seeing a person looking at details I didn't care much about and make a whole identity out of it)

SO UHMMM HELLO?? YOUR RESPONSE IS SO LOVELY??? IM SO GLAD MY ASK HAD SUCH A POSITIVE IMPACT (holding my phone tightly giggling kicking my legs) (looking at you compliment chain)

You. you talked about me to your close friends and the server. I was presented in front of the councils. please have mercy on me. aaaaaaaaa *shaking violently*. (how were their reactions. i like reading others’ thoughts)

ok I read the soulmate bodyswap series and. what . that's too much sugar for a normal human to handle. such sweetness, my dentists aren’t going to like this/j

no reviews this ask, sorry! hhhhh I just want to pick the details I liked and then ramble about them (which is…a lot aikdhsadhjd, considering the last ask already took 1 hour and a half to write and edit-) But I've been rereading Dear Stanley and the soulmate bodyswap series for the second time though! getting all those details in…ugh dearest most wonderful blorbos and their writers,,, >:))

i guess i'll make up for it by a marine animal fact? although being called puppers of the sea, seals are actually closer to bears than to dogs!…maybe many people already knew it but-

have a nice weekend!

Anon I hecking stimmed when I saw getting a message from you (tell me if you ever want to become more than parasocial relation and show yourself / silly )

I will start calling you 307 anon too hehe, we adore staring at minor details and making them not as minor anymore

(The Soulmate AU fic is right here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3264705

Lemme respond under the cut:

Of course they have a huge impact, really, today has been a good day overall for me but I showed my roommate that I got another ask from you since I was v happy (read your message 3 times and then reading it rn again to just respond well to each point foahhifaso)

I did! They said that was v nice of you to write and well people from Stanarr and some mutuals decided to send asks and I am just thankful to every single one of you ;w;;w;w;w; I kept saying how nice it is for you to choose to spend time to write these and esp now hearing that you wrote that last ask for 1 hour DUDE my gosh you just are so considerate to share your appreciation with creators and I really am thankful to you!! EDIT: I shared with a few close buds and one of them was like "get them on our discord server, they have been accepted" OIHFSASOA

I AM GLAD, Surf and I wanted it to be a nice funny and fluffy thing and it was a blast writing these idiots (esp Stanley was my fav cus I just kept on throwing the most batshit crazy things to say at this man)

It's alr!! You already just writing the first paragraph made me so happy oiahioaosi and YOU HECKING REREAD THOSE MY GOODNESS 307 ANON YOU ARE SO KIND ;;;; and also hehe glad you think I'm wonderful *twirls my hair like a high school girl and then misses a step falling over-*

I didn't know that actually! I am right now reading this and hearing seals evolved from land creatures, huh, we learn everyday, thank you for the fun trivia anon!!

I hope you yourself will have a lovely rest of the day and weekend and you are doing alr there!! We might be strangers but you doing this for the third time just means a lot, to know you spend so much time and effort on these and want to read my stuff, just thank you :>

#anon ask #307 anon #i have to go back to earlier asks and give them this tag #like damn you are just such a precious bean *holds you in my hands gently* #thank you sm anon #i appreciate it sm

[ask-modern-demon]

// Yo, so...long time no see huh? As you can tell by the format of this post, this is going to be another vent post type of deal. I feel bad that it's not something like "Yo! Guess who's back to rping with my inky modern boi again?!" but my spark to rp Modern has kind of just been...as dead and dormant as it's ever been, I apologize about that. I'm kind of just making this post for the sake of the fact that I kind of just want to write out these feelings I've had for quite awhile (a few months actually) that I've just never wrote out till now.

I was going to write out how I've been feeling since the last vent post I've made but decided against it as I was just like 'there's probably no point in speaking on it and yada yada yada" So I'm just gonna write it all out here so it can...maybe lift a lot of it off my shoulders? I don't know.

So, I've been on Tumblr for quite a long time, since 2014 to be exact. My first blog was kind of just a blog where a young me just liked and reblogged a bunch of random shit, nothing too spectacular. I then started getting into rping a bit after though, I was pretty shit at it at first but that was what helped me grow to be as good at writing as I am now (If I can even consider my rps up to this point 'good writing' lol)

After my first blog, I soon went on to create two more blogs, @ask-funfred-and-bon-blog/@ask-funtimefred-and-bon-blog and this blog that became the origins of my modern inky boi. I made a few more rp blogs after these but I feel like these two were the ones I enjoyed writing for the most and probably had the biggest impact on me.

Through these blogs, I had made a good amount of friends on here, I was never the real friend magnet irl so to have friends who enjoyed to have me around just as much as I enjoyed their own presence (even though we all lived miles away from each other) really made me happy. I had even made a whole Discord server just for me and a ton of my other Tumblr buds to just hang out.

However, irl shit started to catch up with me and it flipped my mental health into a loop. I never spoke about these specific things with them as I kind of had this mindset of: "Oh! They probably have a ton of shit they're going through too! Shouldn't burden them with my troubles! I'll just wait things out and things should work through!"

However, that was quite the opposite and it didn't really get no better, and due to these troubles my own spark for rping began to dwindle little by little, I even got this weird ass idea where I was like "I'm gonna make this really awesome storyline that brings every character from my blogs together and I'll end it off with a really awesome ending and then quit rping for good!" Which, news flash, it was shit, don't even try to look for it, I think I even deleted it due to how bad and cringe it was. Think that's just one of those moments where you look back at something you made and think...Damn, what was I thinking when I made this?

Eventually, things became too much and I kind of just...vanished from Tumblr. I deleted my old Discord that I had created so any contact I had with my old Tumblr friends had vanished and I just overall stopped posting. At that point I was like, this is it, I'll never touch this site again, I'm done rping for good.

After that, I kind of just went on with my life until a few years down the line I had felt that spark for rping chime back in me once again. I had made maybe like...one or two new blogs for characters I was interested in rping with and even came back here to write for Modern again. However, the spark soon faded out once more, and it was just a constant cycle of write and don't write and write and don't write.

There then became a point where I'd find myself looking back at old threads I'd wrote with some of my old Tumblr buds, people who I had long stopped talking to at that point since by the time I returned they had either deactivated by then or just left their blog to rot and moved on to another, some were even still active but it had been so long that I'm not even sure they would want to speak to me after so long.

I started to just be like...damn, if I had just talked about my issues back then, I would still have those people in my friend group, I wouldn't feel as alone as I've been feeling, I missed the way things used to be way back then, sometimes I wonder if that's a stupid thing to think.

A good chunk of these friends I had managed to get back in touch with due to me making another Discord, but not only was I too scared to just...send a message when I had them friended, but the friends I managed to have a convo with...didn't really seem too interested in talking to me (Which isn't their fault at all, they aren't obligated to talk to me as that would just make me feel bad ^^'')

And now I'm here...writing this whole thing out because I'm kind of just tired of thinking and feeling these things when I come back here so I just want to write them all out and be done with it.

If you read all the way to the end, you really didn't have to ^^'' but I appreciate it nonetheless. I hope you have a wonderful and blessed day and yeah...Yen signing out!

#ooc: out of ink #{TW: Vent}

[thornescratch]

Ask game: prison au 😈

Some author who is much cooler than me wrote a really good prison AU for Star Wars called “Help is coming one day late” in response to an anonymous writing prompt (that I may very well have actually sent you in the first place, I think this was before we actually were talking to each other) and even though modern SW AUs rarely satisfy me, this one had great Oz vibes and made me sit up and go "Ooooh?"

So then I joined her server and awkwardly tried to make friends with her and then blurted out HEY CAN I WRITE SOME MORE OF YOUR PRISON AU because frankly I wanted to write the sex scene that would follow the end of the last piece she wrote, and she was nice enough to say yes.

The thing that fascinated me about the prison AU is that, as I mentioned, SW modern AUs don’t always do it for me because the original SW characters and settings are really hard to translate and transplant easily into modern settings, and for me, there has to be some fundamental similarities or connections to the canon setting or material, and if there isn’t, you have to adequately do the setup or arc for why that is, or how that change takes place, and what that then impacts. (I mean, that is, for me to generally enjoy writing or reading it. People can and should do whatever they want; my preferences do not have any bearing on that.)

So it was interesting to me to read and then contemplate how Luke, who is generally the most powered up character in the standard SW setting, ends up at the bottom of the heap in this prison AU; how will his normal arc and abilities eventually translate over? Will they? Oz was a great show with all the multiple characters and bonkers storytelling it carried, and it did a really nice job of showing people in their different areas of strength and knowledge, and how that adapted over times. Luke, Din, and Boba aren’t actual analogies to the characters and connections of Beecher, Keller, and Schillinger, but there’s enough similar plot and character beats between universes to have fun playing with-- I mean, someone getting a hand cut off is totally a major plot point for both canons.

But really it was the lure of writing a nasty-ass shower sex scene, since Mark Hamil was nice enough to have filmed Circumstantial Evidence for inspiration. And the whole figuring out of how three people fuck in a major prison setting. Anyway. You’ve seen most of this already, Dark, and bits of it are scattered over discord, so this is just that most recent bit you’ve seen with a few lines tacked on the end.

"Losing a fight isn't the worst thing in the world," Din tells him seriously, when they're sitting at a cafeteria table for breakfast. On his other side, Boba snorts and Din kicks Boba without looking. Boba doesn't so much as flinch; Luke does, but he's been getting better about that.

Today, Din is across from him and Boba is sitting next to Luke, with Vizsla perpetually on Luke's other side; they shift back and forth on who sits with Luke, but they rarely sit next to each other now. It didn't make sense to Luke at first, given how open they were normally about being together, until one of the evenings where he was next to Din and Boba was across from him. One moment he was pushing macaroni around his plate, and in the next moment, Boba had one foot on top of the table and was lunging up and across, already airborne; Din shoved Luke partially under the table, just in time to keep him from getting kicked in the head by Vizsla who also went over the top, and then from his vantage point half on the bench and half under the table, Luke saw Din blindly backhand swing a tray into someone's face, and then join the fray. Like most prison fights, it was over in under three minutes, and everyone was back to their seats except for the single semi-conscious Sith member bleeding on the floor, before the guards could even begin sorting out what had happened.

Two things are pretty clear to Luke after that: he's a weak spot, which he already knew, and they're covering for it. For now, anyway.

"We all lose fights at some point," Woves says. "Better to put the effort in. Take damage, give damage. There's always another fight down the road."

"Oya manda," someone says from farther down the table.

Luke makes a humming noise of agreement. After several months of it, he'd rather not have to always resort to fighting, all things considering. But he's not about to say that, and in any case, no one seems to expect it from him yet.

"It happens," Din says. He shrugs. "Once, a while ago, I had my car stolen. They straight up stripped to the frame almost, and they were towing it off when I got back."

Boba sniggers again, and Din kicks him again. This time Luke doesn't flinch, though it's more because he's distracted by the story.

"So what happened?" he asks.

"I chased them down—fuck, they were in this modified ridiculous shell of an RV that wasn't street legal at all but they'd done something to it to make it work. Followed them all the way back to their chop shop and I was ready to burn the whole place down at that point." Din shakes his head. "It was a shit car, too. Not sure why they wanted it."

Vizsla nudges Luke hard enough to almost knock him off the bench. "Ask him what happened next," he says.

"Um," Luke says. "Did you burn it down?"

Din sighs. "No. There was another group of them I didn't know about, and they caught me by surprise. They came out from a blind turn and t-boned the bike I was on, so they got away."

"You’re leaving shit out," Vizsla says. "Who was this group of thieves?"

Din just grunts and stabs his scrambled eggs.

"He got his shit wrecked by a gang of kids," Vizsla says, with palpable delight "Just a bunch of twelve-year-olds who helped steal cars. And they hit him with a dumpster that they pushed out of the alley, and then they took off while he was still pinned under the bike."

"They weren't twelve," Din says. "Most of them were teenagers. Some of them probably had driver's licenses."

"You lost a fight to a bunch of kids who live on the street and steal cars?" Luke asks.

"He definitely did not win," Vizsla says at the same time that Din says, "It was more of a chase than a fight."

"I lost my first fight that really mattered," Boba chimes in, unexpectedly. "I was trying to kill the man who killed my father." He taps his spork on the tabletop.

"When was that?" Luke asks. Boba rarely gives up information about himself; anything Luke gets tends to be secondhand off Din or the others, and he can't help but want to know more if Boba's in the mood to talk.

Boba hums, chin propped on his hand. "A long time. I was thirteen. First time I went to prison."

"You went to prison at thirteen?" Luke says. His ability to ask questions without his voice rising into overly horrified range has been tested this morning.

Boba pats Luke's thigh, his hand heavy and warm. He leaves it there. Maybe Luke wasn't as smooth as he thought he was about covering his flinch. "He's dead, and I'm not," Boba says. He shrugs. "I'm in prison. But he didn't put me in this one. I still won the war."

"The point is losing a fight isn't always that big a deal," Din says. "Most of the time, you can recover."

"Unless you're dead," Vizsla says.

"Yeah, try not to do that part," Woves adds.

"Noted," Luke says. He uses a floppy crust of bread to push his eggs around on the plate, like that will make them in any way more palatable or transformed from the powder they were reconstituted from. The crust just bends. They don't actually get toast, just regular cheap bread slices. One more little indignity in prison, that the toast is never actually toast.

A foot taps his shin lightly and Luke looks up from his tray. Din pushes his fruit cup across the table to him. "Eat it," he says.

"You don’t have to—" Luke starts, and then Boba's hand tightens on his thigh.

"But you do," Boba says, unyielding. And Luke shuts up and takes the fruit cup.

He peels the top off, careful not to let any of the syrup spill out, and he's about to start eating because he already ate his own and it is better than anything left on his tray, when Boba takes both it and the spork from him.

"Open up," he says, and the mild, pleasant expression on his face could mean nothing or anything.

Luke can feel the eyes on him, Din's included, and tries not to notice it; he folds his hands in his lap, leans forward, and opens his mouth obediently. It's just part of his role, here at the table and overall.

Boba gives him all the peaches first, his favorite, and then on to pineapple, and finally the pears. "Look at that," Boba says as they get to the end, "a cherry." So there is, unnaturally red, balanced on the bowl of the spork.

Luke leans forward even further before Boba can proffer it, and takes it carefully between his lips, holding it there for a few seconds before letting it disappear into his mouth

#Darkisrising #fanfiction #meme #writing #Star Wars #The Mandalorian #Luke Skywalker #Din Djarin #Boba Fett #Paz Vizsla #Bobadinluke

[cs-screenshots]

I want to make a Tales of Luminaria Archive!

*Since this is a pinned post now, I feel obligated to clean it up (October 5, 2022)

I basically wanted to keep a collection of references for outfits, recipes, locations, miscellaneous observations, miscellaneous voice work, differences between the EN and JP audio, localization notes, etc. Mainly a lot of stuff that people probably wouldn’t normally think to keep a record of as well as things that people won’t be able to see/experience anymore when the game shut down.

I couldn’t actually play this game until a few weeks after they announced its servers would shut down because my phone was super old, and I couldn’t buy a new one till that point. There were a lot of things I wish I could’ve seen/had a reference for in the game that I couldn’t find in videos on Youtube...

While I did make the archive tags for my own personal use, I’d be happy to see other Luminaria fans use the archive tags too! I want to see the screenshots, video clips, observations, and links to Luminaria-related content outside of tumblr that other Luminaria tumblr fans want to share!

I made these archive tags for all Luminaria fans on tumblr, not just me.

Now that Luminaria has shut down, all we have left is the merch we bought and whatever screenshots and video clips we took while the game was still online.

I wanted something that I could show to people who’ve never played the game before and people who will never get a chance to play this game. So they could have an idea of what was in it, what it was about, and why people love Luminaria.

(By the way, I was super tired when I wrote this post, so I’m sorry if anything was confusing! But if you look through the tag on my blog here, then I think you’ll have a good idea of what I was trying to do)

Oh yeah, the JP Lumi twitter fandom created a tag that was basically what I wanted to do on tumblr too! Luminaria fans, whether we’re on the EN side or the JP side, share the same ideas sometimes, huh? You can check out the whole tag for references from various JP Luminaria players even without having a twitter account, by the way!

...but I would highly recommend making an account, if only to block this user here:

Be sure you type out this username carefully, by the way. This user tends to steal other users’ Gaspard icons, so you might end up blocking a JP fan on accident. In addition to stealing others’ icons, they’ve also taken other players’ screenshots and act as if they’ve played the game themselves... If you ever hang out in JP Lumi Twitter, you’ll often find them insulting the game, anyone related to making the game, and the game’s fans in many Luminaria-related twitter tags on an almost daily basis.

I don’t know why they do this, and I don’t really care. I just think not giving them any attention and blocking them will result in a more pleasant browsing experience for people who check out the tags in JP Lumi twitter fandom.

JP Lumi fans worked really hard on their extensive user archive tag, so I don’t want anyone to have a hard time while they look through it.

#tales of luminaria #tales of luminaria archive #luminaria archive

[matty-1-monopoly]

Another One Leaves

I had an RP partner leave the discord rp server we had set up sometime within the last 2 days.  This was after a month and some change of them not posting any new replies to the ongoing scene we had and despite how they kept writing on Tumblr about how they were looking for new RP partners. It's not a big deal really overall because RP partners disappear all the time. This is one of the reasons why I hate plotting because I'll spend  40 minutes plotting with someone just for them to say they have to get going and then I'll never see them log on again. I had talked to the RP partner about ghosting in the RP world and they had written "i'm very pro-communication even if it's awkward. like i'd rather know if i do something wrong/not vibey, so that i can either do something about it or at least chat it out - so my brain just treats the people i write with the same way 95% of the time that whole "treat others how you want to be treated" got hella jammed into my head when i was a kid and just has not left since lol" It helped put my mind at ease. And to a point of their good character they did at least talk to me about a few things. Now I'm just going to post the last interaction we had. matty-1-monopoly — 01/09/2023 6:40 AM Wanted to reach out and make sure the scenes were still ongoing. littlemisssunshine — 01/09/2023 2:46 PM i don’t think so. i tried but there was just too much godmodding for me and it didn’t really feel like i had appropriate control over how my characters acted or reacted. it was off to a great start and while i respect your own preferences entirely plots and writing were a little too forward focused on your muses for me to stay super invested 🖤 matty-1-monopoly — 01/09/2023 5:21 PM Damn, I'm sorry about that. I was wondering about the last thing you said with noncon because I thought you were going to take the scenes in that direction but wasn't sure if you meant that I was doing that.

Can I ask for the example where you felt like I was godmodding your characters? littlemisssunshine — 01/11/2023 4:41 PM For sure, but it would just be me sending your last replies. I feel like you basically wrote my characters actions and reactions to a lot of things, and it made it difficult to reply because it was like I could only have them respond to what you already did with them. and writing nearly all of the side stories for presley, it just seemed like an unnecessary thing to do for someone else’s character matty-1-monopoly — 01/11/2023 5:05 PM Could your characters have said ‘that’s not true’ or ‘that’s not how it happened’

Idk how you feel about unreliable narration or characters misremembering things but I reread my last 2 posts and although there are references to things, they’re pretty vague. This is why I asked for examples because all I saw in my last 2 posts were “The Cleopatra costume, Black Widow or Wonder Woman costume, even naughty nurse or teacher.” And “Presley had just given him too much material to know what he should be doing. Matching the experience of some guys she'd been with in college, he really was paying attention when she told him about her excursions.” It all seems bland enough to me and fitting within the possible past actions of the established characters unless you really feel that Linnea doesn’t dress up for Halloween or you wanted to retcon Presley telling stories to her brother which I thought of as one of the reasons for his depravity. If you feel the character said something wrong then correct them with your character or talk to me directly ooc and ask me to rewrite it. matty-1-monopoly — 01/11/2023 5:21 PM I do know a few posts back in Linnea I had written what Matt was thinking and hoping for, which character mental exposition is pretty cringe but I couldn’t think of a better way to write it.

Like an example of what I think you’re constructively criticizing to me would be if character A said “I heard you fly planes.” Character B can say “I don’t.” Or “I do.” Or “I don’t fly planes, I hang glide.” Or “yeah I fly fighter jets.” Or “no that’s my friend.” Or “I don’t fly planes, I fly helicopters.”

The things I write are not definitive, like there is a huge level of ambiguity and wiggle room intentionally woven in.

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At some point they had left the server. I don't know  when but they did. It could've been after their last message or after reading mine or just ignoring mine and leaving the server. I sent a follow up message to them directly.

matty-1-monopoly — Today at 10:30 PM Saw you left the server with both of your accounts. Apologies you felt like you couldn't talk through the issues with me.

#OOC

[scmsdivinecultists]

What your fave SCM god says about you

I read one psychology article and now I’m all knowing. Hope at least one of these points apply to you simps

If your favourite is Leon, you are one of the following:

Youngest child

Outcast or the “popular” kid

Daddy issues

Your childhood dream was either to be royalty or be rich

You hyperfixate to many things

You might say ur not charismatic but you’ve had at least more than 1 person you rejected a love confession to

“You’re wrong, I’m right, shut up.”

You don’t fall in love easily but once you do, you fall hard

You like smug bastards or you have a bondage fantasy

Your favourite voltage game is one of the following: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder, Court of Darkness, Masquerade’s Kiss, or Kings of Paradise

You have fairy lights in your room filled with pictures or posters

You had a massive friend group but at least 5 people have left from then to now

You cling onto memories like they’re a lifeline

You have the latest phone or more than 3 leisure electronics

If your favourite is Scorpio:

You can’t be any taller than 5′6

You probably listen to bands and can’t go anywhere without your headphones

Really creative

Your favourite Shakespeare play was Hamlet or Macbeth

Have had or is going through an emo phase

Hates writing essays

Have 3 best friends max

You have definitely bought albums, posters, or merch of your faves

ur probably a weeb

you’ve broken a bone or you’re very knowledgeable in the medical field/how to harm the human body for some reason

dark humour is the best humour

Your friends are very concerned for you because of said humour

You like watching people play Monopoly bc of the chaos

into so many fandoms that you know the lore of your faves more than you know the material you learn at school

If your favourite is Teorus:

You are an only or youngest child

Spoiled

Daddy/Mommy issues

Abandonment issues

You feel like you fade into the background/don’t contribute much to the group

You feel like you are often forgotten

You’re close with your cousins

You probably have a pet

Taylor Swift or 1D for life

Have definitely threatened to kill or beat someone up despite you intimidating no one

You want to play an important role but you are so not the leader type

You like Ouran Host Club

You like the outdoors

You probably like To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

Your favourite disney princess is Rapunzel or Cinderella

If your favourite is Huedhaut:

You are definitely a romantic

You’re not an air sign (Gemini, Aquarius, or Libra)

You’re a moron or you make bad decisions and Hue is there to help balance that out

Chances are you read more fanfic than actual books

Your system is 70% caffeine

For some reason you have lots of random trivia

Have you considered therapy for your suppressed trauma?

Dungeons and Dragons fan

You’re really into alcohol or you despise it

Loyalty is the trait you admire most

You want to feel like a sassy and classy bitch but you gave up after 2 days

Your favourite ship trope is enemies to lovers or slow burn

A lot of pent up angst but you hide it 

you put other people > yourself bc you don’t want them to make the same mistakes you did

Why do you have so many memes saved?

Why do you have reaction pictures for everything?

If your favourite is Dui:

You’re probably not into guys

FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT

Either you’re a precious sunshine child or you are the most fucked up human in your friend circle

You have a choking kink

You either take sides in fights or you’re the middle ground

You make lots of threats but no one is acc taking them seriously

You probably are a massive manipulator

You’re psychotic and have violent tendencies 

Your best friend lives far away from you/ you have an internet friend that gets you more than your IRL ones

You say honesty is the best policy but you lie the most

Everyone comes to you for advice but you think you’re the most mentally unstable

You have identity issues and u change ur mind all the time 

Whatever you were as a kid, you’re probably the opposite of that now

If your favourite is Ichthys:

You are attached to the characters with the most trauma

You must not be a clean freak or your room is equally as messy as Ikky’s

Oldest or middle child (either way u have siblings) 

Never got to go to an amusement park as a kid 

Want attention/didn't get enough attention as a kid

You want Ichthys’ parents to adopt u bc they are the family stability you crave

Unresolved trauma and definitely not mentally stable 

You liked dinosaurs as a kid

You had pet fish as a kid and they all died bc you overfed them

Using anything else to escape ur reality 

Cartoons > real life actors

Probably hate seafood or afraid of the sea (ironic as it is)

Nostalgia is your best friend

Hurt/Comfort is your favourite AO3 tag

You collect random shit or you have a memory box

You are the reason child leashes were invented

You got into real dangerous situations as a kid and you’re wondering how you lived through that

Your comfort characters all got it the worst or are dead

If your favourite is Zyglavis:

How are those high expectations treatin ya? 

You either want to get into medical, sciences, or law

When you were younger you got enrolled in extra classes (swimming, piano, ballet, etc)

Your parents encouraged creativity until you got older and they told you to choose a more “realistic” goal

Good grades = everything and you’ll pull all-nighters to finish tasks or assignments

Former gifted student 

The actual smart kid in class 

YOU HAVE SELF ESTEEM/CONFIDENCE ISSUES

80s are not good enough for you or your parents

Overachiever for any reason 

Sleep? What is sleep?

A dom or a brat

You have strict parents or you have had pretty loose rules growing up

You had a lot of friends in grade school and now you have like 4 friends

You are no longer human, you’re just a walking husk of stress

If your favourite is Krioff:

You want to fuck one of Krioff’s family members

You have siblings

A pyromaniac or deathly afraid of fire

Commitment issues

You watch or ur a sports fan

You own an iPhone 6

You’ve ate forbidden items or you’ve thought about it (the fish tank pebbles, erasers, glass, slime, etc)

Everyone thinks you’re the awkward kid but no you’re just shy

You actually like the ocean waves

Once people get to know you, they got a whole thing coming for them

You either suck at driving or can’t drive

A great listener but you don’t feel like you give good advice

Conflict is a no no for you

You definitely had a glow up

You’ve befriended the seniors growing up

You either don’t like kids or you love them

You have a sweet tooth and everyone questions how you are not diabetic with the amount of sweets you’ve consumed

If your favourite is Aigonorus:

You’re either an insomniac or a hypersomniac. Whichever one, you don’t know how much sleep is enough sleep

You’re probably a sub

Commitment or abandonment issues

Desperate for validation and appreciation

touch/love/attention starved

You have a stuffed animal collection or you still have those childhood stuffed animals

You love the idea of love but you are not ready to deal with breakups

You wish you didn’t care but you care too much

Your aesthetic is cutecore

Probably into maid cat boys

Studio Ghibli or Sanrio stan

Comfort > style anyday

You only own sneakers nothing else

If your favourite is Partheno:

You’re definitely not into just guys 

You’re a drama kid and you are here for the tea whether it involves you or not

you have the receipts for everything

You were the one kid that played “family” or “house” every recess

no one knows where you get all your cute shit but it serves

have been suspected of witchcraft or considered the dark arts

Stole makeup from your fam as a kid and played with it

HIDE THE TRAUMA. HIDE THE PAST.

You already have a senior quote picked out

You’re either really horny or you just want to cry over how much you love so and so

“Why do men-”

You really want to own that Partheno doll in that one CG

Your most used social media app is Instagram or Snapchat

Your favourite demon brother from Obey Me is most likely Asmodeus 

If your favourite is Tauxolouve:

Your favourite KBTBB guy is either Baba or Mamo

You’re into music or theatre

Your ideal date is to go to an opera or a museum

You say you like/dislike something but end up changing ur mind later or when you try it out

In your opinion, the music nowadays is just not it

You recently found a receipt from Walmart for something you bought 5 months ago

Anniversaries are important

When making decisions, you pick the worst possible one

Your most expensive clothing items are your shoes or jewelry

You wish you could attend a ball and marry into royalty, like Cinderella

You like the idea of soulmates or string of fate 

Obviously or secretly insecure/self deprecating but you’ll raise all hell if your loved ones talk shit abt themselves

You want your partner to propose first

You like the underrated characters or your favourite characters are unappreciated

If your favourite is Karno you are:

You have childhood trauma, some of you are just not aware of it

You’re the parent of the group

You enjoy ships that have a mom/dad dynamic

Either you’re banned from the kitchen or you’re the one banning people from the kitchen

You were threated with the slipper or you threaten with the slipper

As a kid, you enjoyed Dora or Ni Hao Kai Lan

Your favourite trope is the found family trope

Either you’re an example to your family or you keep getting compared to other kids

An angel around the family but a chaotic bastard with others

You’re probably into some really kinky shit

You like Dangonronpa

Spiritual or religious

Probably had an imaginary friend 

You decided you were gonna turn your life around after reading/watching something and went back to the hot mess you were in 3 days

#admin san #y’all getting fed well today damn #all i wrote was a few points in the server now i made a whole post abt it #so tell me was i right or wrong #im just guessing id be suprised if i called u hoes out accurately #i feel so powerful :) #star crossed myth #scm #scm zyglavis #scm scorpio #scm tauxolouve #scm leon #scm teorus #scm karno #scm krioff #scm ichthys #scm partheno #scm aigonorus #scm huedhaut #scm dui #scm headcanons

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Damiano x Reader, Reader is a waitress at Eurovision (Idk if they even have that? But someone has to bring them drinks right?).

Some flirting and teasing ensues.

The flirt

Genre: fluff

Warning: drunk damiano

Pairing: damiano david x Female reader

Request open right now. Join my harry/manskin discord server

Your job seemed boring. All you did was server drinks to people while they watched others from different countries perform. It seemed pretty boring but it wasn't, at least not today. Not when one of the most handsome man was Flirting with you. Sure he was drunk and probably wasn't positive what was happening but you enjoyed it. It made you Get butterflies like crazy.

--

You stood in the kitchen Waiting for drinks to be handed to you. You were bored out of your mind at this point. Eventually you were handed drinks and was told to go give them to Italy's table.

Without wasting time you walked over to them. You sat the drinks on the table in front of them not saying a word Because they were in a deep conversation and you didn't want to bother them.

Damiano was the only one to notice you. He saw your expressionless face and he decided it was going to change that.

"thank you darling."

You looked up completely caught off guard; not by his words but by the way he was even thanking you. People never did that.

You smiled at damiano, "you're welcome."

You walked away with that stupid smile on your face from his little thank you. It may have been little but it actually meant a lot.

--

Throughout the whole show you were handing the Italians their drinks. Every time you did, damiano would give you a thank you, he even started to come up with jokes making you laugh

Each time he got a little more drunker, each time his words became even more flirtatious. It left you shaking your head but smiling hardly.

When the show came to an end, you began to clean up the mess left behind. Damiano and the band weren't gone yet so damiano took his last few moments talking to you.

He walked over to you, you looked up at him. "Hi." You smiled before returning back to picking up the empty bottles. Damiano grew a little closer to you but stopped just a few steps away.

"thank you for all the drinks tonight, it was very nice. I'm fucking wasted." He sighed out. You giggled peering at him. "I was glad I could help you."

He snickered before looking down at the floor shyly. "Um can I talk to you after this? You really seems sweet."

You looked back up at damiano, your insides were mushy from his question he asked you.

"um yeah. Do you want my number or something?"

Damiano nodded, "yeah, if you want to give it to me."

You agreed quickly and wrote down the number on a napkin Because he was drunk and might end up forgetting. You handed it to him and looked up at him.

"there you go." You gave him a wide smile which he returned. "Thank you, I'll be sure to call you." He tucked the paper into his pants pocket.

"alright, I'm going to go and let you get back to cleaning so you can you leave." He turned around running into a chair. Your jaw dropped as he almost fell. He quickly regained himself and walked away.

He was clearly drunk as fuck, but you hope he remembers you the next day. You really enjoyed him and his flirtiness.

--

I remember I wrote this Last night, really bad but I tried through my misery

#damiano david #damiano david x you #damiano david fluff #damiano david fanfiction #damiano david x reader

[goodtimewithetho]

Look who wrote something for the first time on this blog, this idea wouldn’t leave me alone so here you all must suffer with it too :) Contains Ship Content for Grumbo and Ethdubs and is super angsty :) yay

Grian finds himself in a cave, a fire casting strange shapes on its walls, trying to keep the chill at bay. When he is sure everyone is asleep he pulls the small piece of fabric from his pocket.

Why did I get so mad?

He is filled with regret, and can’t get the image of his sword in Mumbo’s chest out of his mind. They were supposed to have everything together, when Grian turned red they were going to rule the server.

Now all that was left was the tie Grian had stolen off his body after he’d killed him. His best friend. His lover.

Martyn had been there, so he couldn’t show how shaken up the killing had left him. But just for a moment after Martyn had killed him and he was left floating through limbo, the reality of what he had done hit.

Mumbo wouldn’t be there to greet him as he rose up from his spawn point. No silly grin, no twisted mustache.

It was Etho’s fault really; if he hadn’t killed Mumbo to rid himself of the curse, then Mumbo would still be here. When Grian opened his eyes to his red life, the decision was made for him. Etho and Bdubs needed to feel this, too.

After the wither, on the walls of the snow fort, Grian and Bdubs found themselves face to face. The monster in Grian’s chest raged, telling him to just snap and go after him now. But he instead decides to use his words.

“If he loves you, why didn’t he give you a life?” Grian watched as the words hit Bdubs like a brick. Sure, he’d gotten one from Scar, and one from Tango, but Etho? Etho stayed green the whole while.

“He loves me!” Bdubs cried, and Grian could see the beginning of a tear in his eye. Before he could say much more than just a few more taunts, Bdubs disappeared into the night. Grian rolls his eyes.

The next day when Bdubs returns, everyone is convinced he was rejected by Etho; he hasn’t even mentioned his name once. Grian’s watching, though. When Bdubs kills Lizzie, the long held trap springs inside Grian’s stomach.

Now. Now Etho Can know how it feels to lose your other half.

When the killing shot is fired, Grian wants to snarl. To fire more, until the body is truly desecrated. The only thing stopping him is Tango and Joel. They see him as a leader. He can’t screw up now.

Another night in a cave, and Grian slept with Mumbo’s tie wrapped around his hand, dried tears on his face.

-

When the green team comes across Bdubs’s body, they stop for several minutes. Etho immediately takes his mossy green cloak and wraps it around his shoulders.

It still smells like him.

Ren gives a half hearted effort in trying to tell Etho that carrying the bloodstained fabric won’t help anything, and maybe the reds can smell the blood, so he should take it off. Etho nearly snaps and kills Ren right then and there. Instead, he ties it on tighter.

He doesn’t want the team to think he’s weak, so he doesn’t pick the dandelion a few feet away and place it on Bdubs. He wants to though. He wants to stop, and lay next to the body that’s growing cold, sob for a few hours.

Instead, he promises revenge.

#last life smp #last life fanfic #trafficblr #grumbo #ethubs #my writing