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blorb-el · 4 months

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13 and 23 for the fanfic end of the year asks?

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

I have songs that inspire me to think about the fic in question and the characters, but I usually need minimalism while actually writing. For inspiration: the Prisoner’s Chorus from Beethoven's Fidelio, the first movement of the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in D minor, Peter Gabriel’s cover of The Power of the Heart, Leonard Cohen’s Recitation/A Thousand Kisses Deep, Regina Spektor’s The Call. For actually writing, long playlists/best of's of Arvo Pärt, Max Richter, and Ludovico Einaudi, and this random album of FNAF game music remixes

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

putting this under a cut because there are SO DAMN MANY GOOD GOD...........

the biggest would be finishing the Kryptonian superbat au, which would be (mild spoilers?) sort of a sequel to isostatic. It was my NaNo project in 2022 but I had to stop about 25k in for Reasons. I think once it’s done it’ll land in the 40k ish range? There Will Be Footnotes.

of course finishing we shall be free; we shall find peace, but tbh I was pretty damn sure I was never going to finish that in a year. I made about 45k of progress on it during NaNo this year, but, horrifyingly, that only got me about...halfway…through the plot outline. this mfer is a SLOW slow burn

I really wanted to participate more in bottom bruce wayne october with various superbat ideas and ended up with 4 drafts, one of which was done enough to end off to januariat to be beta read, but I just couldn’t figure out how a few paragraphs in that would flow, which is usually a symptom of being unsatisfied with a deeper issue. So the catboy pwp, the chastity belt dkos-ish au, the sex pollen, and the [redacted fic that shall remain undescribed bc I will never have the nerve to publish it except on anon] all remain in tragic stages of unfinishedment

speaking of various pwps, I really wanted to make progress on an immediate post-wf289 fic where the ashes of the Kryll give superbat low-level temporary telepathic empathy and of course they've been pining for each other for years and do it very tenderly and probably weep manly tears, because that's the bronze age worlds finest vibe <3

The claspers whumpfic where clark gets shrapneled and bruce has to do emergency surgery and oh no discovers his claspers remains one scene. I need to look up best practices in octopus physical therapy for this though if it gives you some idea of the intended plot. This would be a prequel/backstory to make this place your home and a home for my xeno clark headcanons in general

I really want to do an omegaverse fic that’s the opposite of the 'oh no, I’ve just gone into heat and I have no plans, you’ll just have to sleep with me' trope. like, bruce's contingency plans have fallen through yeah, but with two weeks advance notice and he's asking clark for a gentleman's favor and there's traditional style courting with cheese plates and possibly slow dancing. also maybe to incorporate xenomegaverse Delta clark and also how much more dangerous Poison Ivy would be in an omegaverse setting

I still have aspirations for a sequel to tacere featuring Kara acclimating to life on earth, but that’s on the back burner until I read more of her comics bc i know that plot's been done over and over and i want to be sure i know what the canon takes are

i fervently want a comfort (xen)omegaverse cloisbat set during the recovery in superman: lost

dragonclark aka the one where kryptonians all avoid magic bc they don't want the spells that shapeshift them into humanoid forms to be broken and they're actually (slightly fifth dimensional) dragons but otherwise tech based. don't worry about it. martha and jonathan found a baby six-limbed dragonlet in that rocket that blinked at them and then shapeshifted and they were like ok we are still gonna adopt

was contemplating a fic set in clark's sophomore year of college where xenoclark/mermaidlori get together but i can't decide whether i want it to be straightforward pwp hooking up or actual melancholy young love plotfic where they both have this impending separation hanging above their heads. i was vaguely thinking of having lori's mermaid tail be partially paralyzed but i'd have to do a hell of a lot more research into ableism related to wheelchairs and find a wheelchair using beta

old timey radio husbands ft. radio bruce getting blackmailed for having sexe pictures. need to buy a book to research the metropolitan american gay scene in the 40s. or perhaps the fic is just the excuse i need to order the book?

every time i watch any given jl episode i want to write a fic where dcauclarkie my problematic rectangular fave gets some god damn therapy. this has been the state of my brain for two years and it may in fact be time to pick up my first ever attempt at dc fic, which was post-stas pre-jls1 fic that attempted to explain why the US government would ever trust dcauclark again by lifting the plot of panic in the sky from the reeves show (ft. amnesiac clark)

speaking of reeves and watching shows every time i watch an episode of batman 66 I want to write an adamwest!bruce/georgereeves!clark because every time I watch 66bruce be a ridiculous dad to dick I’m like ohhhhhhh this man NEEDS to get [redacted] until [redacted] he DESERVES it. he is so husband material. and 50s Superman also could use [redacted redacted redacted]. Unfortunately this is not a plot, but as Jan so patiently reminds me, pwp is a thing, so...

that was so many. if you have read to the end let me know if any of these are intriguing and i shall perhaps move them forward to the front burner alongside wsbf

#thanks for the ask :^)#the thing about me is that i have. so fucking many fics in the wip drawer #my entire 'wip' folder in scrivener is. 248k words. as opposed to the 40k words i have published on ao3. its clownographic #dio-icarticaae #my writing

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strawbubbysugar · 9 months

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I just caught up to the fic. You are no longer safe! So, question time (also feel no pressure to answer if it's spoilers)

When the story gets to the events of the game do you plan on writing them out? Will the reader be there for Gregory's stay at the pizzaplex or will it be skipped?

Can platonic soulmates be build up by trying become someone's friend, or is it already predetermined by the universe that two people will be friends?

Can a person determine the type of bond they have with a soulmate from the signs they get? Like are the strings a specific color for platonic vs romantic?

Are the qualities of the string of fate have a deep meaning to the bond, or is it just dependent on the people?

Do you have an estimation for how long you plan this fanfic to go?

What exactly happened in chapter 28 when the words where bolded? Did Moon speak through the reader? I didn't see anything about it in the master soulmate post (unless I missed it which I'm sorry if I did).

IRL there are glasses for colorblind people so they can see the world more as others do. Is there something like that for seeing soulmate marks?

Okay, that's all I have for now. I'm sorry this is so long. I'm just really into this story. It's so engaging! Please keep up the awesome work!

The events of the game will not go exactly as canon due to the nature of the story being such a different universe, so itll be written out People BELIEVE that the universe predetermines things. Yes but its very difficult! If you look at the guide it shows that some signs dont happen for romantic & vice versa Dependant on the people! Until I find a good ending for it or until I lose steam/hyperfixation! Whichever comes first :) No matter what though if I lose hyperfixation ill still try and find a satisfying ending no matter what point its at so I dont leave yall hanging [REDACTED] Nope, there are a few companies trying but theres been no breakthrough, since signs are so specific to each individual

#ask #so(u)l lore #youre welcome!! ty for enjoying it!!

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halfagone · 10 months

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60 chapters left... Will we see Lex become immortal in them alongside with Danny?

I am going to be taking it that only Vandal Savage will get the chance to enjoy those two being immortal... Ra's on the other side might end up dead due to whatever plan he is cooking.

This is my loose prediction for the future of the lovely Dad!Lex fanfic.

Obviously I can't say anything for certain for SPOILER reasons, but I take your loose prediction into consideration. ;3

As for Ra's, he's going to be [REDACTED] and Danny's going to be [REDACTED] which means Lex is going to be [REDACTED], so it'll be a lot of fun! :D

What? You didn't think I was just going to give it away, did you? lol I'm just messing with you. XD But seriously, I can't tell you much more than that.

#halfagone replies #lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood

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gonzo-rella · 21 days

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I'm looking forward to finishing the Walking Dead solely because I'll be able to consult characters' Wiki pages to help me write mostly accurate fics without being completely spoiled about if/when/how they die (my toxic trait is that it severely bothers me when my own work isn't canon compliant, even when most readers won't care nearly as much as me).

I won't say I'm a huge anti-spoiler person, BUT since I'm watching the show with my brother, I don't want to have to silently live with the knowledge that something's going to happen or someone's going to die, even if he's seen a lot of it through YouTube shorts, and he knows that I've seen a lot of TWD stuff on Tumblr (I haven't mentioned specifically that I've read a lot of spoiler-heavy TWD reader-insert fics, since I'll never hear the end of it). Also, I just like having some tension, you know? If I know that so and so is going to die in this way, the tension's mostly gone when the show briefly teases that they're going to die in a different way.

(Though I did know that [redacted] would die in season [redacted] episode [redacted], but it was still really fucking shocking and disturbing in a way that a lot of horror media simply isn't, for me. at least.)

Anyway, I'm on season 7 of TWD, so I'll add it to my fandom list when I'm on the last season of the show, with a note saying not to spoil the last season when sending in asks. I've reblogged some TWD fics that I've enjoyed on my fanfic rec account, @cosmicballet; if you have any good reader-insert fics that don't spoil anything beyond season 7 and have a gender neutral, nonbinary, transmasc or male reader, feel free to send me a link or tag me or something (either with this blog or @cosmicballet). If it does have any spoilers, just let me know when you send it to me and I'll save it for later. I'm mainly interested in reading for Daryl because I'm basic af, but I'd be interested in reading for other characters, too, male and female, romantic and platonic. I'm also a Eugene simp but I know that a lot of fics about him feature spoilers for future seasons (I know the spoilers but I'd still like to avoid them for now). Michonne, Carol, Glenn and Maggie are my other beloveds, but again I'll read a fic centred on anyone as long as it's interesting enough. If it's Carl, I'd want something platonic, unless he's definitively 18+ in the fic. I'm not that into smut unless it's got fluff, angst and/or feelings in it. I prefer one-shots and headcanons but I'd be happy to read some short series. I don't have any triggers, but it'd be handy if fics were accurately and clearly tagged. Feel free to self-promote, too.

#twd #the walking dead #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #gonzo-rambles #<- my new tag that i decided to start using on a whim #i'd normally post this kind of thing on my personal blog but since it's mostly about fanfic i figured it could go on here

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sofiadragon · 1 year

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for Va'pak; Uzhau,

how did you get the idea for it? like it's so well thought out, in the writing style, and it feels so intelligently written, and you come out with an update pretty quick, for a fic like this. i just wanna know, like, what do you think when you're writing? oh yeah and it's a bloody fantastic fic btw

Two ideas started this fanfic:

Vulcans require mental bonds. Being without them is like sensory deprivation. Any surviving orphans would be at massively high risk for self harm or other mental health issues.

Spock and Jim in Iowa. (All elaboration redacted for spoilers.)

I wrote chapter 5 first. It built from there. My fix-it for the odd characterization choices in ST09 with Jim being a felon got added. The Vran from my other story gets a cameo. I like worldbuilding so mostly my stories build up either from "How do I explain [canon thing] and how does that explanation effect other stuff?" Example: Season 1 of TOS says Vulcan has very little free sodium salt, with what a human would consider "freshwater" oceans even if the evaporation rate would make it very mineral rich/hard water. The fannon about Vulcan food being bland to humans would therefore be because there is no salt in the seasoning, meanwhile Vulcans think human food is way too salty! Both species agree on sweets, with strawberries and cream on toast with nuts being a canon Vulcan breakfast served family style!

The other way I worldbuild is more "out of whole cloth, but color-matched to canon." My Jotenheim story is mostly this. I look at the overall framing and details and extrapolate, then build on that extrapolation until I have a complete living culture. Spock has a statue of a death god in a little meditation area of his room. Even as XO, the cabin space on a ship is at a premium. He loses almost all his storage space in the living area to have this instead. It is no great leap to say it is wildly important to him that he have this connection to his culture and religion. That alter means that much to him. Oh, he's wild, out of pocket, sassy, and indulgent at times, but he says his prayers and observes the holy days like a good boy when he's done. At least for his family, we can be sure this is a huge part of their lives... but what is that religion like? What does it say? What can I reverse engineer from canon and what can I make up to fill the voids? Then: how does that impact the story.

As for update speed and quality? Behold:

Never post the last thing you have written unless it is the end. Always have at least one more drafted and some kind of outline or plan before publishing fanfic. I use Scrivener so I have a place for a synopsis for each of these "pages" and you know what? Some of them move. I've taken 5k words and shuffled them like a deck of cards in some of my drafts because after writing it all I realized the story would work better otherwise than how it was.

My first drafts are quite rough, messy grammar and dialog that perfectly fits the "he wouldn't say that" meme.

I just keep on working it until it works out. I've been writing fanfiction since the late 1990's, and I do my best not to rush it.

#storycraft #my writing #star trek #Va'Pak; Uzhau #aos spirk #answers

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inkwell-intrigues · 11 months

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TSTS Annoucement

I was hoping this wouldn't happen. Like, I always knew it could happen -I remember seeing this happen to a bunch of fanfiction writers when I was a kid- but it really sucks.

So, I'm crazy burnt out from writing AND Cuphead has stopped being my current hyperfixation. (I'm also on different medications now- which probably doesn't help.)

Even the thought of Cuphead right now gives me pretty bad stress, because of how far behind I've fallen in writing The Strength and The Sight.

I know I made a post literally a few weeks ago saying that I was back and all that stuff, but... After I sat down and started trying to write I began to realize that not only was I badly burnt out, but also The Strength and The Sight's plot/focus/etc has changed multiple times during the process of me writing it. This has led to a LOT of inconsistencies in terms of the plot, character arcs, and in general, the pacing ended up being all over the place because of it.

For instance, Chalice is supposed to be one of the main characters, but her role in the story has changed a bunch AND I ended up focusing on her a lot less than characters who were supposed to be side characters- like Ginette. (I love Gin, I swear, but she wasn't supposed to be as big of a focus as she ended up being. -That mainly came about from me getting super obsessed with her character and forgetting my other characters- In multiple chapters, she even overshadows the brothers. Oops. xD)

This all has led me to realize: Even if I wasn't burnt out- I simply cannot continue writing a story that I know has inconsistencies.

So, does this mean that The Strength and The Sight is over? No. No, it does not.

This post is me announcing that I will NOT be taking a break or canceling the story in the traditional "burnt-out fanfic writer" sense. Instead, I will be REWRITING the entire story- starting with outlining the plot from the beginning in lots of detail and sticking to the plot I set.

This rewritten version will be filled with full-color illustrations, more focused, and A LOT shorter. While mulling over the idea of a rewrite, I realized just how needlessly long TSTS has become. Like, the book which I use as a reference and inspiration, Scythe by Neal Shusterman, is only 102k words, while mine- which is not even halfway done- is 114K. (There are a lot more examples of my word count v.s. other books, but I won't bore you all with those numbers.)

BUT, I don't want to leave you guys in the dark while I begin this intense process of rewriting TSTS. So, instead, I want to continue posting on this current fic as a sort of "journal" of my progress. I know a lot of you guys are writers yourselves, so this could be a super cool opportunity for you guys to see my process and learn some tips and tricks along the way.

My long-term goal is to post a probably 100% finished redone version of The Strength and The Sight when The Cuphead Show is renewed and the new season releases on Netflix. (I'm manifesting so hard, IT WILL BE RENEWED I KNOW IT) Or I'll try and release it if/when Studio MDHR releases another Cuphead thing/game. Whatever comes first.

Until then, I'll be using this as my progress journal. I'll be posting rough sketches (because I'll also be doing updated illustrations!), rough outlines (with redacted spoilers, lol), and more!

I know this is probably really disappointing. I'm kicking myself quite a bit here and wishing I'd been able to finish TSTS before I got burnt out, but I believe that everything happens for a reason. My hope is that TSTS will be a much better and higher-quality novel because of this rewrite.

Thank you for your patience and I'm truly sorry for all the delays. I promise that I'll do everything I can to make The Strength and The Sight worth the wait.

-- Your Friend, Inkwell Intrigues

#tsts #the strength and the sight

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titaniumpsychologist · 9 months

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Duality of Light // Tue 2038-12-14 // Part Two (teaser? ish?)

I'd been so bogged down with work, research, and presentations this summer, and the semester is starting up again in the next few weeks? And two days ago a huge project was dumped on me for my research? After trying so hard to get this next chapter done? Aggghhh. I love what I'm doing, but I have no time for writing fanfic 😞

Because I feel bad that I haven't been able to put out a chapter for this fic on Ao3 for so long, I'm gonna share another snippet at least for those here on tumblr. Not yet edited (the chapter is looking to be 15k-16k before editing. RIP.) but I feel that these sections are closer to what I want to be in the Ao3-ready version that I intend to publish once I find time again to work on it.

FYI, even though this isn't the whole chapter, it's still a bit of a read (about 4000 words). So please don't freak out if you see the huge wall of text when clicking that "read more." Also, this obviously makes no sense if you haven't read the fic on Ao3, so here's the parts that come before it here lol (please heed the warnings and tags at the top of the fic): https://archiveofourown.org/works/37467820/chapters/93505051

Warnings, tags, and fic spoilers under the cut:

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationships: Connor & Gavin Reed | Hank Anderson & Connor | Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human) | Gavin Reed | Hank Anderson | Elijah Kamski

Tue 2038-12-14 // Part Two

Irrelevant.

Possible lead?

Irrelevant.

Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant…

Another lead to follow, higher in priority. Connor made a side note to reference it later.

Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant.

Indeterminate, no leads.

He paused in his interface with his terminal, going over all the case files that the DPD had and seeing if there was a possible connection with them and their current case that involved the recent murders.

>> CR# 11762

>>> STATUS - CLOSED

Closed case. It might've not been related, however, there were several redacted notes that made it nearly incomprehensible and possibly even unimportant because it was considered a resolved report under normal police procedure. There was enough information in it that, knowing what he knew now, Connor had reason to believe that the people involved in this report was Reed and Stevens. Eyewitness report, but who was this eyewitness? Who were these people involved in their extraction?

And then there was a similar copy that was with the data that was seized from Kamski's property for their investigation. It was related to their case, beyond all reasonable doubt, but how can a report that detailed the events that started it all have so little to go on? He was so quick to label it as "indeterminate," too, because it didn't register as something important with a cursory parsing through the database.

He withdrew his hand from the interface. He should bring this up to Hank. Maybe this needed organic eyes to make sense of all of this.

However, when he turned to ask him something, he saw Hank fully engrossed in his own terminal and stacks and stacks of case files near to toppling off his desk, an intensity in his expression that he hadn't seen before. Lieutenant Anderson had a focus or… feeling around him that said to anyone watching that he was a man on a mission and nothing would stop him to accomplish it.

That was a feeling that Connor knew, and maybe even he missed, that feeling where he had no doubts to distract him, no layers and layers of emotions that he had to parse through first before redirecting his path towards accomplishing his mission.

No, he should stop thinking like that. This was better than being a machine. This, and all its troubles was better than going back to what he was before.

He dug into his pocket, taking care to avoid brushing his fingers against the storage drive and brought out his coin. There was a strange feeling—another glitch, maybe—when Connor held his quarter in his hand again. There were so many things that he didn't know about life, about humanity, about Hank, about Reed.

About himself.

Given that he was a prototype, other people didn't know much about him, either. Except Reed had a possible answer as to why he did a few things the way he did, like his quarter. He liked dogs, but why? He had his Zen garden in his mind palace, empty and fractured it may be right now, but why? Could they all be related? Could understanding the different choices behind the design of his basic programming help him fix all the errors he was experiencing in his software?

He wondered maybe it was mutual. Maybe he knew more about Reed than what Reed knew about himself. At the very least, he had the rest of Reed's fragmented programming sitting at the bottom of his pocket.

Referring to his directories holding all his references and cross-references with his experiences with emotions, he dredged aup a word for the strange feeling.

Dread.

He stood from his seat as he pulled up the building's map and navigated himself to the rooftop. Reed wasn't the only one who needed a change in scenery today.

[scene break]

Connor was wrong. He had to be.

"I think many people care about you, Detective Reed."

Gavin tapped impatiently at the side of his terminal input, waiting for the database to load all the information they had on their case. Damn, did they end up with a big one. His eyes glossed over the titles of some files, recognizing the naming system Elijah used. The information on the victims in the case updated with Chloe's information. Deactivated.

Dead.

He turned off the screen, keeping the process running, but not wanting to really see more of it yet.

Or ever.

Tina passed by his desk, pulling out a memorandum from Fowler and putting it on a stack of papers next to him. And he noticed a small scribble of her handwriting on one corner: "You're the baddest bitch in town."

A stupid motivational message as condescending as always.

Gavin felt a firm thud at the back of his chair as Chris went to get up, accidentally knocking his desk chair against Gavin's for the thousandth time and immediately trying to apologize and offering to get him a coffee from the break room to make up for the slight. For all he knew, with how much Chris had done it, he did it on purpose.

It was all routine. Even when Gavin had a literal life change and had to have a whole reclassification of his employment files, Chen and Miller still kept to routine. He should be mad at them. He should be angry that they weren't angry at the whole injustice that this all was. They worked alongside this lie for years. Shouldn't they also feel betrayed?

Shouldn't they all see what a fucked up mess this was?

Chris brought him his coffee, as promised, smiling at him before placing it Tina's handwriting on the memo and returning to his own desk.

Gavin took a peeved sip of the coffee.

People cared about him?

He skimmed the memo from Fowler, a notice that he was going to have to do a press meeting about how fucking slowly Anderson, Connor, and Gavin were making any kind of headway into their case because media finally noticed that Elijah was in the police station a bit too long. Almost as if he was being held for a crime.

The thought of having to somehow get him to answer to the fucked-up shit he did made him grip the page a lot tighter, nearly damaging a few pixels on the digital paper.

But then he saw Tina's words in looped cursive, a skill that was utterly useless, but she insisted on practicing her handwriting whenever she could because she felt she could at least leave a human touch on things in her own way.

"You're the baddest bitch in town," Gavin whispered, reading the words with a half-chuckle.

He sighed and turned the memo over. Scrubbed his eyes. He blindly reached for his coffee and took another sip. It was steaming hot but the pain didn't register, and damn, now that he thought about it, he wondered how we went on for so long never noticing that detail. He wondered if anyone had noticed his lack of reaction towards a burning hot liquid.

Someone must have.

Anyone.

Gavin stared down into the dark liquid of his cup, its surface catching the lights in the ceiling.

There was a mole in the DPD. They must've known.

Gavin turned his head slightly, watching Chris as he typed out a report. Could he have been the mole?

What about Tina? Could she have known? Were these condescending messages a hint toward something else? Or were they actually people that cared? Were they people without ulterior motives? Chris had a family to take care of. Tina had her sister and her mom to look out for. Both of them would have too much at stake to be playing at two sides. Were they people willing to sacrifice what they had for the sake of greed?

"How's Damian doing?" Gavin asked, spinning his chair around to face Chris.

"What—?" Chris stopped his typing and turned his own chair around. "Oh! Uh… He's doing good. Why'd you ask?"

"Just wondering."

"Are you… okay?"

"Fuckin' peachy."

"Are you sure? Honest answer, please."

Gavin let out a short laugh. "Of fucking course not, but I'm managing."

"I'm… sorry to hear that." Chris scratched the back of his neck. "If… you wanna talk about it—"

"Why do you do it?" Gavin asked. "You and Tina. The notes. The coffee. Why?"

"Because it's a nice thing to do? Learning about what you're going through right now… We can't even imagine. We thought with how much is changing for you, you might appreciate if we kept a few things like they were before. At the end of the day, you're still our coworker, and we watch each other's backs."

"Right." Gavin sighed and shook his head. "Right. Of course."

"Is there a problem? That you're… okay with sharing, obviously."

"Nah, I'm good. That's a good answer."

"…okay?" Chris returned to working on his report. Gavin could see that Chris wasn't "okay" with the probing, but at least he seemed cool with leaving it at that for now. He mulled over Chris' answer.

They only did it to be nice.

Damn it. This case was getting into his head.

Okay, so maybe Connor had a point? People cared about him, or at least maybe Miller and Chen did. Maybe not in the way he'd want them to, but they did in their own way. Maybe in the way he needed them to.

Gavin snuck a quick glance over to where Connor sat at his desk from across the bullpen, his coworker in the middle of an interface with the terminal, LED still having one spot perpetually stuck on yellow.

And Connor said he cared.

After a few moments, Connor turned to Anderson and opened his mouth to say something, but his LED quickly flashed to red with that one dot of not-red. Connor really should get that light of his checked. Weren't those supposed to be indicators for what kind of processes were running in their heads?

Gavin couldn't imagine anyone having a glimpse of what was really going on in his head, how exposing it would be to not have that amount of privacy in the least.

Maybe that's why some androids chose to remove theirs.

But that posed the question of why Connor still had his.

Connor frowned, withdrawing his hand and stuffing it into his pocket, bringing out that coin he always had on him. He must've noticed that Gavin was watching him, since he inclined his head a bit in his direction before standing and leaving his desk.

Must've given up on telling Anderson what he wanted to say. The lieutenant was engrossed in the stacks of case files on his desk and was wholly unaware of Connor's leave.

Fucking Anderson. Even if he supposedly got his act together, he was still dropping the ball like he always did.

Gavin shook his head disapprovingly.

So maybe people cared about Gavin.

But how many cared about Connor? In the way they needed to?

Gavin pressed his hands against the top of his knees as he watched Connor take the door to the rooftop access stairs. Gavin debated whether he should follow him, pressing his hands firmer against the grain of his jeans enough to leave indents when he removed his palms to look at them. He caught a glimpse of his split knuckle as he did so.

…fuck it.

[scene break]

Going up here was a mistake.

Connor gripped the chainlink fence surrounding the half-walls of the rooftop as another…

…preconstruction?

…memory?

Whatever it was, it assaulted his sensors, making it nearly impossible to focus on any other inputs he was trying to override it with. He was fine when he made his way up here. The malfunction triggered by seeing how high up he was.

Fighting. Blood spattering in crimson and sapphire. The mission to kill Markus. To kill these DPD officers. To kill Hank. All these people getting in the way of his main objective. This wasn't what he wanted to remember of what he used to be the days before the revolution.

What could've been.

But maybe he needed to. Maybe this was how he could keep from ever wanting to be a machine again.

If only Hank weren't so prominent in these malfunctions.

"Hey!" Reed called from suddenly too close behind him. How had he not noticed that he followed him up here? "What the fuck are you doing?"

Connor tried to speak, to exit the processes that were currently running this preconstruction, but he found that he couldn't. His grip on the fence tightened, rattling the metal as he trembled.

He couldn't let go.

He couldn't exit the nightmare program still running.

He was stuck.

And someone, worst of all Detective Reed, was watching him as he tried to pull his programming together and failing. No one was supposed to know. They didn't need to.

He felt his breaths quickening, too hot, his stress rising, stress-sensor still broken.

"Connor?" Reed asked him.

Connor tried to loosen his fingers, to at least hide how much he was shaking. Tried again to turn off the bombardment of fists and gunshots and dropping Hank from the building—no, Hank charging at him and falling—no, Hank shoving?—dropping?—him from the building.

Then it stopped.

He found that Reed had brought him away from the fence and closer to the rooftop access door.

"Shit, why the hell are you burning up?" Reed said under his breath.

Connor brushed off Reed's hands on him and he took off his jacket to try to cool down, his armband dropping onto the thin layer of snow on the roof. Reed stooped to pick it up, hesitated, then handed it to him.

"My stress was too high," Connor said. "Androids tend to overheat once stress reaches a certain point."

"Right. Right. The orientation. That uh… is a thing that happens. Right."

Connor could tell that Reed wanted to say something else, but instead looked away.

"You good now?" Reed said after a few moments.

"Yes. Why are you here?"

"Wanted to check on you. Y'know… 'cuz uh… you checked on me earlier. When I…" He rolled his wrist, circling his hands ambiguously in the air. Both of their gazes went to Reed's split knuckle on one of his fingers. He cleared this throat. "What was that?"

Connor draped his jacket in the crook of his elbow after replacing his band where it belonged around his arm. "It was nothing."

"Nah, not this again. You need to get this checked, whatever the fuck this is."

"I will," Connor said.

"You better," Reed said. "Because that was…" He exhaled, chewed a little bit on the inside of his lip. "That shit didn't look fun to experience."

"And how would you know?"

"I… get like that, kinda. Sometimes. Maybe it's different, being uh… different… android models but… Maybe not all that different, considering…" Another wrist roll. "All our shit."

He could see how carefully Reed tried to pick his words, as if he didn't know how to talk about whatever it was he was trying to get at. Both unable to bring themselves to talk about something so… unpleasant. There was a small rumble from deep in Connor's chest, and he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth upward.

Connor laughed.

"How the fuck could you be laughing right now?" Reed asked, half in his usual irritation, other half something… concerned?

"I don't know," Connor said in between fits. He started up again, this time with even more force. It wasn't until he realized that there was moisture running down his face. He brushed it away with his sleeve, and felt even more running down his chin, and he realized that he was crying.

Laughter morphed into sobbing.

"I don't know," Connor said, his vocal modulator stuttering. "I don't know, Detective Reed."

"Shit," Reed said. "Shit. Uh…" Running his hands through his hair, Reed shuffled his feet, and then: "I should get Anderson."

"No," Connor said, grabbing Reed by the elbow as he was about to leave. Why couldn't he stop crying? "He can't know."

He expected Reed to just ignore him and go on with getting Hank. Instead, Reed nodded. "Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Forget you saw anything."

Reed huffed out a breath and nodded. "Alright."

Reed wasn't putting up a fight about this?

"What?" Connor said.

"I'll forget this happened," Reed said. "Or pretend at least. As long as you tell me what the fuck is going on."

Connor looked down at his jacket and his shirt sleeves. The saline had frozen into small beads of frost, with more continuing to be added to it. And these were his new clothes, too.

He started sobbing again, not because of his clothes, but because of all the things he could be thinking of, he was concerned about something so trivial. Maybe his software was getting dangerously unstable.

"I'm scared," Connor said softly. "I don't know what's wrong with me, and… I don't like where it's going." He swiped at his eyes, catching more of his tears with the cuff of his sleeve. "I don't think anyone can fix it."

"What is 'it', Connor?"

"I had an AI handler," Connor said. "I destroyed her after she took over my functions to try to assassinate Markus, and I damaged several parts of my software in the process."

Reed brushed the scar on his nose, not saying anything as he looked off into the distance. "Her…?"

There it was, that look again. Right before he gave Connor information about his fixation about his quarter.

"Can you describe this handler?" Reed asked.

"Her name was Amanda," Connor said. "I believe she was modeled after Kamski's former mentor, Amanda Stern."

Reed's hand dropped and formed into a fist. "Fuck. He did not. He did not fucking do that." He sighed and shook his head. "Sorry. Continue. Why are you afraid of getting rid of her? Sounds like she was a real bitch if she tried to take control of you."

"She was… amicable at first." Connor said. "I thought I could've trusted her. She was a part of my programming, acting as a liaison between me and CyberLife but for her to take complete control was…"

Cold. Bracing against a harsh blast of chill, Amanda making him take aim at Markus, as he stumbled and crawled his way to the emergency exit. A gunshot rang in Amanda's triumph—

Reed shook his shoulder. "Hey, you're doing that thing again."

"Sorry." Connor moved his jacket to his other arm to use another sleeve to wipe the moisture from his eyes. "I'm not too pleased with the possibility that she's not completely gone. I don't want Hank to know, because he's aware of what she was capable of and what she tried to make me do, but I don't want him to worry about it."

"And what would 'it' be?"

"I don't want him to worry about—" Connor closed his eyes the moment he caught what his next words would be.

"About what? Her coming back? You losing control?"

Connor shook his head. Those were concerns of his, yes, but… it was more than that when it came to Hank. That wasn't what he was about to say.

Again, that unnamed emotion rose up to the top of his processes, error codes and all. That feeling—he hated it. But he could feel it start to corrupt the controls in his speech synthesizers, as if that feeling wanted a way to escape…

…and he didn't want to keep fighting it.

"I don't want him to worry about losing me. I don't want him to worry about me… dying."

Reed's expression softened. A little sadder. A little… lost.

[scene break]

Gavin had to step away, hearing Connor admit that; had to resist cupping his hands over his ears and shoving the memory away. Connor no longer had to say anything else to explain his situation, because that was something Gavin knew intimately.

His feet had stilled near the entryway of a hospital room, hovering near enough to the opening to overhear the whirring and beeps of machines helping to stave off the inevitable as his mother talked to Chloe before she went off to surgery. A surgery that would help take her pain away, but with complications that would take her away years later.

"It's not that, Chloe," Mom had said as Gavin eavesdropped on their conversation. He hadn't trusted that machine to be alone in the same room as her, especially not after witnessing the destruction Chloe created of that ST200. "I worry him enough. I don't want him to worry about losing me, but… you know how Gav is. He's stubborn enough to act like it doesn't bother him, but he's already lost his brother to his inventions. I don't want him to feel like he'll lose his mother the same way. You'll keep an eye on both of them for me, will you? You'll keep them from doing anything they might regret later?"

"I'm afraid I can't make any promises for the latter," Chloe had said. "But I can assure you that I will watch over them for you the best way I can."

"Good. That's good, Chloe. You're doing really well, I hope you know that." A long sigh. "I wish that Eli were here."

"He wasn't able to attend due to several business meetings today, but I can at least tell him for you later."

"I would like that. Thank you. Oh, and Chloe, before you go get Gavin." A pause. "Keep this for me. It's a gift."

Gavin shook out his hands, giving them a break from how much he was clenching and unclenching them. It was hard to believe those memories were not real.

And damn if he was going to just stand by seeing someone else feeling like his mom did that day and not do or say anything about it.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do," Gavin said, shoving the memory back and trying to keep to the present with Connor. "I won't tell Anderson, like I promised, got it? I'll even pretend I didn't see anything up here, but there's a huge… something about this that you're not confronting. And believe me when I say I get it."

Connor's processing LED spun yellow—for good reason this time and not looking like a glitch. "Why are you doing this, Detective Reed? I find your change in demeanor surprising, if I'm honest."

Damn Connor for being so perceptive, even after experiencing a full-blown panic attack in the middle of a flashback—or whatever it was that Connor was experiencing. It was fucking disturbing to have to witness someone like Connor in the throes of what looked like a trauma response.

There was no fucking way Anderson of all people didn't notice something was up.

But he promised Connor he'd keep quiet just to get him to talk through it because, goddamn, was that not fun to watch.

So why was he doing this for him? Why was he willing to stick his neck out again for someone? Connor could end up being another Ray, or another Eli, or another Leah, or Mom, or Dad, or…

Or maybe he really wanted to believe that Connor was different. Maybe he was the exception to the rule.

Maybe Gavin was open to hoping again.

"Alright, I'll add another condition to forgetting this happened," Gavin said, holding up his index finger to emphasize. "You don't fucking say what I'm gonna say to anyone, got it?"

A small smile stretched across Connor's lips, and he nodded. "Of course, Detective."

"You weren't that bad of company for lunch, and I thought about what you said, earlier. About people caring, about you being one of them and maybe I wanted to return the favor. At least a little."

Connor's smile widened, same crooked way he did earlier. "I see. Thank you, Detective Reed."

"Remember what I said, Connor," Gavin said. "Tell anyone I said this, and I'll tell Anderson."

Connor laughed. It was a good laugh, not as strangled as it was before, which meant that Gavin was at least not completely fucking this up. A blue LED was also a good sign, too, but with Connor, that could be a false positive.

Gavin still couldn't quite shake the feeling that Connor was still hiding something. He wanted to ask, but… after what happened earlier?

Maybe it was nothing.

#dbh fanfic #detroit become human fanfiction #fanfic writing #dbh connor #dbh gavin #long post #please accept this humble offering #i've been so busy so i hope this bit is enough #tp's fanfic updates

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daisychainsandbowties · 9 months

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😏 top 5 favorite star wars droid scenes (can be from either canon or even fanfic)

i haven’t read very much star wars fic at all (actually only one short fic about B1 droids and… well, 🥰 some super secret very exciting and amazing work by a friend which would 100% make this list if not for the veil of wip mystery) so i will be pulling these from canon!

1. BD-1 is probably the droid of all time to me (like,, he's an expedition droid he's basically that two-legged cat video 🥺 he saves cal multiple times and the two of them are both so alone before they find each other it's!!! THE mood as far as droids go for me). really hard to pick just one scene but probably the scene on ilum because of how that whole level acts as a crucible for their relationship. cal at his lowest and BD-1 showing him that love is risky and cal i think understanding that being a jedi is about taking the risk in loving something (the world, people), and understanding that the risk belongs to you and any hurt that comes from love never gives you permission to lash out at innocent people. (you can however murder fascists the jedi code permits this)

something about the thesis statement of that game as forgiveness and sort of saying 'it makes sense that you were afraid. it makes sense that you were angry, and here's a hand reaching out to touch you despite it all. the empire is everywhere and here, in this outstretched hand, there's gentleness despite it all.' ANYWAY yes BD-1 in that scene and the moment they become inseparable just... always makes me cry.

look at BD's little face. we are best friends now 🥰

*andor spoilers for number 2*

2. that scene in andor after [redacted] where the camera focuses in on B2EMO, the dialogue washed out and faint and you can just feel his grief. i love what everything Cassian-adjacent has done for droids, but it absolutely broke me to hear B2 say "i don't want to be alone. I want m-m-maarva." that scene as cementing the depth of feeling that droids are capable of... the way B2 is treated by the narrative and by those around him. spoken to like he's maarva's other son and not just her droid.

3. everything K-2SO says in rogue one but especially the scene where he's like "Jyn... I'll be there for you" and there's this extremely heartwarming music playing and then he goes 😐 "Cassian said I had to." 🙄

4. when C-3P0 and R2 crash land on tatooine and 3P0 does nothing but whine and complain. basically

the whole

"where do you think you're going?!"

"well, i'm not going that way."

"it's much too rocky! this way is much easier."

then kicking R2 and storming off and R2 just like "¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 'guess you'll die' and rolling away peacefully, humming to itself. then C3PO lost in the desert muttering "!! he tricked me into going this way" 😡

5. oooo i'm going to be gay and say another BD-1 scene. this is during the Trilla fight on Zeffo where she (good for her. valid of her. always) Force-yeets you across the room and is about to do a very beautiful again very valid downward strike to finish you off and BD-1 activates a particle shield between you and her. heroic work by BD because it triggers by far the best Trilla scene, even including the opening fight on Bracca. look at his smug little face he loves cal so much 🥺

#these are the ones i can think of right now and probably my overall droid ranking would be different BUT. in terms of scenes yes #amazing question as usual!!#i did watch so many B1 droid compilation videos for this. i couldn't pick a favourite but know... i love them #thanks BD for letting me stare at trilla for five minutes that time. i would have thanked her for putting me out of my misery #but that was better #ask meme #knightsofrayx #star wars

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anonofseasons · 1 year

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I'm always a bit afraid to say too much regarding my story for a few reasons. One is that I'm trying so hard to keep my anonymity, although I often want to say, "Fuck it! I'm [redacted]!" But I'm afraid that--despite writing a lot of heavy themes in general--I don't tend to share the darkest content. I'm afraid of any negative impact on my not-so-successful writing career. Hah. Another is that I view interpretations of the readers as so incredibly interesting and sacred. I'm an avid reader and love making speculation. I'll make commentary out loud to myself while reading novels and fanfic. It's wonderful for people to have their own thoughts! The last is that I don't want to let any big spoilers slip on accident. Interacting on this blog has been so much fun, though! I'm stunned and grateful so many people are reading Seasons! Thank you so much for being here and sharing thoughts. I write whatever I please because I write first and foremost for myself, but it's nice to know my writing can resonate with other people or at least give them things to think about. Even if Seasons is a story some don't finish because they don't enjoy it anymore or dislike the directions it took, I hope something good comes out of their experience reading what they did.💕

#time to be cheesy and overly emotional (in a good way)

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organchordsandlightning · 1 year

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1, 12, and 25 for the end-of-year asks?

from the fanfic end of the year asks

favorite fic you wrote this year

probably a dead tie between The Catacomb Killer and the Lighthouse series! (jay I know you plan on playing DE at some point so I'm giving no spoilers)

For the former, Catacomb was a fun challenge because it was the first time in years that I wrote a proper case fic. it was also canon-compliant and extremely detail-oriented (i probably had a couple hundred screenshots saved from the game for lore tidbits). Alternating POV between [REDACTED PROTAGONIST NAME] and Kim in the style of the game - [REDACTED PROTAGONIST NAME] typically has 24 'Voices' or impulses (Logic, Authority, Encyclopedia, Volition etc) guiding him, which led to me creating Kim's own 24-Voice thought cabinet, writing an appendix for it, and providing a lore-appropriate reason for why Kim would be thinking in that way. I'm really proud of how it turned out, in the end.

Lighthouse series .... my baby. my love. my darling. typically I don't go for stories that erase grief and bring people back from the dead, but I really love playing with the concept of people being at the total mercy of gods ... but also, that the gods don't understand them in return, and sometimes these playtoys are more than they bargained for. also allows me to explore a ton of different headcanons for Arthur's ghosts, and delving into Arthur's feelings of guilt/responsibility and John's desire to live a mortal life again. the series in total is absolutely the longest thing I've written and I hold it near and dear to my heart.

12. favorite character to write about this year

tough question! I'm leaning towards John Doe from Malevolent, if only because exploring his how would a former god navigate humanity angle has been really interesting (also biasing, because he's the one I've written most recently!). Runners-up go to Herbert West (fundamentally a Bad Person) and Jon Sims (got to explore his grief a lot this year, that was fun)

25. a fic you read this year that you would recommend everyone read i asked tumblr and they said it was ok if I put a few @bluejayblueskies 's lovely Modern Jarthur AU, Whisky Old Fashioned Sour - an exceptionally fun modern AU that's wonderfully IC

(also in general, everyone's malevoween entries were great)

@magnetarmadda 's really fluffy JonMartin piece, And There's You - a lovely take on 'what if Martin was Jon's biro awakening' @fruitviking's The Practicalities of Vampirism in the 21st Century - a really fun and witty vampire!Jon Jmart!

Others whose tumblr usernames I do not know: Godlizza's The Couple Down The Street - a middleaged!Danbert AU that does some phenomenal storytelling work, reads like a fun mystery to pick apart.

Idiopathicsmile's Tables and Chairs - a Eugack oneshot from six years ago, brilliantly cute and in character.

and likely a lot more! alas, my brain rarely focuses on reading, but I do try and sit down and push through!

#bluejayblueskies #ty for asking jay!!!!

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rockinlibrarian · 1 year

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🤡😈🙋‍♀️

Whoo, my brother starts following me and I suddenly have someone who Asks me stuff! Yay! Go Dan!

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

Hmm, I think my funniest fic on the whole is "The Invitation: an Epilogue," just by nature of being Diana Wynne Jones-y. That's if you don't count the Pipeweed Mafia Epic, which is unpublished but pure crack.

The single line I think I've always been most inordinately pleased with is from "The Fall of (Spoilers Redacted)"-- "My prior hist’ry with this one’s (forgive me) discommodius," which is a terrible pun perfectly executed. See, it's a line in a ballad being freestyled by the god Apollo, who in Rick Riordan's characterization absolutely would not pass up such a pun and also would absolutely stick that "forgive me" in first, and it fits the dang meter AND manages to very nearly rhyme with the character name the NEXT line ends with. The thing that tickled me most about writing it, though, was I'd been working on a totally different stanza and needed to find another word for "awkward," and when I saw THAT WORD in the thesaurus I immediately jumped ahead to THIS stanza just so I could write this line. It is absolutely the best word possible for this point in the story. But it's probably only funny if you know what he's referring to.

EDITING TO ADD: There have been a lot of parts of my stories that made me laugh in progress, but I'm coming back because I just reread this and it's almost 3 years later and I still relish this bit of dialogue (or monologue) from "We Will (Not) Always Have Each Other": "Marvelous, you all survived! Except for that unfortunate fellow, but he already was doing poorly, as I recall. But good news: I remembered how to cook brunch! I even remembered the word ‘brunch’! Would anyone care to join me in the partaking of brunch?” just because I can hear the way Oliver relishes saying the word "brunch" every time he says it.

I'm also suddenly remembering a scene in the Wash/Zoe fic I have mentioned writing but not finishing, where the soon-to-be-couple are bickering while Mal is bleeding in the background and he keeps trying to get them to remember he's there and injured, and it amuses me just thinking about it, so SOMEDAY I'll figure out how to finish that dang thing and I'll share it just so you can enjoy that scene, too.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Honestly, I never trust that I'll HAVE readers enough to do anything FOR them, even mischievously. I really write everything for myself and HOPE someone appreciates it. I think the closest I've gotten is that there's a lot of painfully ironic foreshadowing in "Tesseract," at least for everyone who knows what happens in A Wrinkle In Time, but the meanest thing about that fic is actually that I haven't updated it in almost a year but keep teasing the fact that HONEST I SWEAR the next chapters ARE in progress! (There's even more foreshadowing in these subsequent chapters, which The Readers WILL get to read someday I swear). (BTW Dan, that seems like a fic you would especially appreciate. I promise more chapters eventually).

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Yes, I would think almost everyone does (except, like, random library patrons), but very few actually read it. Maybe they think they don't know the source material enough? But that's why I made this handy guide to how much source material you actually need to read it?

This has been a response to this Emoji Ask List Thing! Feel free to emoji ask your own!

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twstyuna · 2 years

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A ramble mostly about details and writing. Some mild spoilers and what-ifs. I accidentally hit publish on this when it was half-written.

The funny thing about writing a fanfic or any sort of story for me is that I both want to share its details to the whole wide world and also tell no one absolutely none of them.

I want to share it because I want the validation, naturally, for people to think "oh that's clever" or "that's very galaxy-brained of you" so I can stroke this writer's ego of mine and think "yes I am clever, yes I do have a very big brain (which can hold endless story details but forget if the singular term for the spinal bone is vertebra or vertebrae).

But I also don't want to share any details because part of the point of writing for me is to put it out there so the world can see. If someone else knows, I could lose the motivation. The plot-worms that don't writhe about in my brain alone anymore, that have already spread, only to only a handful of people maybe, or even just a singular person, but that spread of my brainrot may be enough to sate that itch to get the story out.

There's also the matter of things changing, and I don't want to promise things I can't keep.

Of course I want to write the story properly. I want to look at a fic and now I've Finished It, but I also know that I am lazy and so the urge to spill the secrets in proper time is part of what keeps me going.

I have shared my notes of Blood and Bone to no one, but if someone asks straightforwardly or dms I cannot be certain that I one day I will not spew all my thoughts and spoilers immediately.

When I started the fic with my bare skeleton of a plan, I laid some bones out and left myself to add the meat and muscle however I pleased. Even so, I find myself performing transplants and switching organs because they make more sense or look interesting another way.

Until I read the manga, I thought the chandelier falling down in the Prologue was a Must. Apparently not.

Yuu wasn't supposed to trap themselves alone in the mines, sealing themselves with the dwarf OB. Yuu was supposed to get very injured but be dragged out, and be more stressed, and offer (something something plot stuff redacted). Mercy killing the Overblot wasn't in the original plans.

Yuu was supposed to learn about the Great Seven ages ago yet they haven't talked to Riddle or Cater or Trey and they still don't know the story of the statues on Main Street.

Things happen in the spur of the moment big or small- Yuu carrying Ace, Deuce being as much of a caretaker as he is, Yuu doing what they do chapter (17) instead- those weren't in the initial plans.

I don't want to share what I consider a neat idea only to replace it with what I think is a better one later on after I've promised something. They should have met Malleus. They should have met Ruggie. Still nothing on that front.

I actually keep a buffer of 1 chapter for Blood and Bone. I need to make sure that chapter 19 is done before chapter 18 can be published so I can correct things if need be. Even so I go back and have to fix things here and there, like changing Yuu deeming Leona "the man with lion ears" into " the man with green eyes" because I remembered that Leona's robes don't have those little holes for ears and bevause I decided that Yuu wouldn't know what a lion is.

I have Plans.

I've known what Riddle will do to Yuu for a while, but the way getting there has changed several times. Their meeting has changed several times in my head, and sure we're on a different path now what with Yuu being unable to do the lunch scene because they're stuck cleaning up after the ch 17 fight, but I can't say the current route's even locked in yet.

I know who the mistress is. I have their backstory, both hers and Yuu's. I've had it for months, around the time I made this. (On Yuu's side is my substitute alphabet which I made in junior and high because I could think of nothing else. I forgot a letter then, but Yuu's actual name is Kyurous Melode because nine and kirous and curious and Mellos) I have their ages at the important events of their life. I have the mistress's appearance down.

Also go read Lost in Translation it's great!

Anyway, the mistress won't be involved until much, much later perhaps not until Pomefiore maybe if nothing changes. I also want to share another thing about her very badly but I also want this unknown unrevealed thing to ferment in reader's brains and age into a fine wine of OH after years (time estimate given by my slow pace.)

I have the terrible story about Yuu's knives.

I have ideas for the Shrouds but I've yet to catch up on Ignihyde so those may shift.

My brain is a scrambled mess of bundled yarn and what chapters of Blood and Bone are up at this time is twine I've managed to pluck out and straighten and weave into the dainty starting strands of a story shawl that I am trying not to turn into a ball of staticky fuzz by the end.

This isn't really a rant. I just have thoughts marinating in my brain. I have plans and I am trying and that is all.

#writing #fanfic #blood and bone and heart of stone #twst fanfic #story notes #story side notes #spoilers #i accidentally posted it unfinished whoope de do

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