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lazuliquetzal · 4 months

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I keep on telling people you're the only one who knows how to plot. Can you teach all of us how to plot, please? I love you.

I AM SUMMONED? PLOT BRAIN SUMMONED?

I love plotting. It's my favorite part of the writing process. Plot is "things that happen" and the best part of writing is imagining things that happen. I'm going to assume that whoever may be reading this knows how to imagine The Happenings, so I'm gonna be talking more about structure, but in like, a kinda abstract sense.

A good plot is a little bit more than a string of events. Plot is like music: there's variation in rhythm and sound and melody, but ultimately there's cohesion, because it's all one song. You can have a bunch of wild things happening, but no matter how strange, there should be something that links them all together, because you're telling one story.

Plot structures are patterns in stories. I'm pretty sure most of them were developed as analysis tools (as in, story already exists > look! it follows this pattern) rather than as writing tools, but people use them as writing tools because it's a neat little way to organize the chaos that is "shit happens." Stories follow patterns for the same reasons music follows patterns: we enjoy the certainty of hitting certain beats. But we also like being surprised. A good pop song doesn't sound like a random collection of sounds, but it also doesn't sound like the middle slider of other songs.

There is this shared concept in both music and writing: the idea of tension and release. Basically, you're playing with reader expectation: there's an imbalance in the experience (tension), and we want to see that imbalance resolved (release). All the common plot structures deal with this basic pattern:

You set an expectation

There are complications to the expectation

You meet the expectation

And this rhythm is happening on multiple levels in writing. Scenes follow this structure (we're gonna get past that door, we're gonna find the murder weapon, we're gonna collaborate and come up with a plan) and all those scenes feed into the overarching expectation (we're gonna solve this murder!). I usually think of chapters as their own mini-story, part of the larger whole. And I think of scenes as their own mini-story, part of the larger chapter. I have engineer brain. I see the gears spinning in the clock. That's why all my chapters have at least One Important Thing happening, because that's that particular chapter's Step #3.

And One Last Important Thing:

In music, a delayed resolution is almost always more interesting than the standard resolution. In writing, that means you wanna drag out Step #2 for as long as you can. That's where the bulk of the story is happening, that's how you build tension, that's how you get people to turn the page.

So when you write a fake dating fic, those bitches better not get together until the very end. I came here for fake dating, not for real dating, damn it. If you resolve that expectation early on, you better replace it with a different expectation that's just as engaging.

But also don't drag it out for too long. Sorry. The hard part of writing is learning the difference between too short and too long. Writing is unfortunately a nuanced skill which is why my advice is like "do this but not too much teehee." But tension and resolution is just rhythm, you can build a sense for it if you engage with enough stories.

#asks #yellowocaballero #writing #writing advice #THANKS FOR ASKING ME THIS MEG I LOVE PLOT I WILL TALK ABOUT HER ALL DAY AND I LOVE YOU TOO #i haven't read a fake dating fic in a long time i just brought it up because it was the first Trope Thing that came to mind #i didn't go into different plot structures because i was trying to boil them all down into the very basic building block of question-answer #but if anyone's curious i usually favor a circular plot structure #the ending reflects the beginning. the song loops: the same beats but with new perspective. cycles.#and by that i mean 'story starts with dink being mean to time' and 'story ends with dink being mean to time (but now it's affectionate)#lazuli talks

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imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper · 4 months

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Dukeceit (because I have to be real, that's all that's on this list) Fanfic recs.

This is Grim's favorite Dukeceit fic ,to ring in the new year. A disclaimer, I am well aware that all of these are WILDLY popular, and don't need my help, but you know what? I love them, and I wanna talk about them. One thing you're gonna learn about me REAL quick is that I love a silly little AU lol.

For All the Sacred Selfless Days.

A university AU with Remus and Janus as professors. Remus’s coworkers keep trying to set him up on blind dates, and seeing as how he’s demi-romantic, he’s really not down for that. So, he asks his long suffering best friend, Janus, to help him out. To fake date him, at least until the big party to welcome all the newly tenured professors…Only problem is, Janus, actually is, just a bit in love with his best friend.

(For All the Sacred Selfless Days is LEGIT probably in my top three fics of all time for any fandom, all the fics in this series are great, but this is the one that really sticks with me. I can honestly say it's been a HUGE inspiration in my own writing intentionally and unintentionally.)

Persistent Ghosts (Sing of Home).

Based on Steven King’s “Misery,” Janus is kidnapped. In this deeply sad and grounded depiction of grief and all the forms it takes, everyone thinks he’s dead, and struggles with moving on from him being dead. He’s not dead, he comes home, and in the next chapter…Everyone struggles to move on from him being “Dead.”

(I honest to god forget this one exists, sometimes because I’m careful not to over read it, so that when I do go back and reread it, I can experience it like new. This is one of those extremely well crafted fics that makes you question your life, your sanity. It never fails to make me cry. I love this fic so fucking much, it’s just so well written, man. Side note, just re-read this. THIS is the reason why there is a reference to Misery in TMDORG. This is why Janus wants to be an author, this is the reason -I- realized I want to be an author FUCKKIN HELL MANNN).

Punch Drunk (On Your Human Touch).

Set in a soulmate-verse turned cyberpunk dystopia where there’s an upper city, and a lower one, you follow Janus, who runs his business by knowing things about people in both. He’s been caught, and brought to a bar by someone who he knows nothing about: The Duke, a crime lord. “So, tell me, snakes and wires, what makes you human?”

(THEY HAVE TEETH IN THIS ONE. I love a good soft fic where characters are soft as much as the next guy but WHOOOO BOY. I LOVE IT WHEN THEY HAVE TEETH AND SHARP EDGES. The world building in this is INSANE. The amount that’s introduced and how it all weaves together makes my head spin. I think about it constantly.)

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT. Grim's favorite dukeceit fics, because I'm back on my bullshit. Read them, if you haven't, and here's to all the new fics of the new year!

#the word of grim #dukeceit #demus #remus sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides fanfiction

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tackytigerfic · 2 years

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First Line Game

I was just thinking that I haven't seen one of these floating about in a while, so decided to start one. These are the general rules but I think people should play fast and loose with this - take part however you want and please tag me, as the last time we did this as a fandom, I found loads of brilliant fics to read and was reminded of many more I had already read! Here are mine: all Drarry except one Dron.

List the first lines of your last 10 stories (if you have fewer than 10, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 people!

Howl (M, 9k, werewolf Drarry): Draco woke up on a Friday morning in a field hospital in Grasmere, without a single memory of how he had got there.

Take the Moon (M, 15k, dad Draco, stepdad Harry, also werewolf Harry lmao): “I’ll do it, of course I’ll fucking do it,” Draco was saying, which didn’t make any sense, because he was supposed to be at work; maybe Harry was hallucinating him.

The Edge of Something (M, 1.5k, ghost sex which was basically the very reason i wrote the fic): “Well, the good news is that I’m not dead,” Malfoy said, the voice so very much his that it brought Harry out of bed and to his knees.

Far Side (M, 1k, werewolf Harry yet again and also good dad Draco yet again, what can i say i'm in a loop): Harry has a photo on his desk; he says it’s his favourite.

Snow on Snow (T, 1.1k, fake dating turned into safe house shenanigans): On the first night in the safe house, Harry was woken every hour by church bells.

Dreaming Skies (Dron, E, 20k, dragon tamer Ron and Draco who has nowhere else to go): Everything tasted better after working so hard all day that your palms bled.

Countdown to a Life (E, 3.5k, little moments in the first year of their relationship): Night-time, all the lights of London laid out in front of them from the balcony of Dean Thomas’s mum’s flat, the week before Christmas.

A Little Death Never Hurt Anyone (E, 4.2k, Master of Death Harry who is going through the Veil to try to raise the dead to help him defeat Voldemort): Draco was the only one awake when Harry got back.

Relic Radiation (M, 1k, Draco goes into space): “At least he waited until now. For Scorp's sake, I mean.”

Mortal Frame (M, 6.6k, Bellatrix left a Horcrux and Draco and Harry must track it down): The pub is called the Red Lion, and Harry thinks Draco might have chosen it on purpose, just for the name.

Hmm, I will admit that I don't think any of these are absolute bangers if I'm honest. Howl was supposed to start with "Something was burning" which I loved, but I had to switch things around so that's now further on in the fic. That said, I think my writing is better now than it used to be, even if the first lines don't necessarily reflect that. I have no patterns, clearly, though I was surprised to see myself starting with dialogue in quite a few of those, as I don't usually think of myself as a good dialogue writer.

My favourite of these is probably Countdown - I'm weak for a long run-on stream-of-consciousness sentence. Or maybe Edge as that would make me as a reader want to know what is happening (why might Draco have been dead??), or Snow because that gives a nice bit of set-up without feeling too heavy.

I did also cheat as the line from Dreaming Skies isn't the first line of the fic, it's the first line of the bit I wrote - @sweet-s0rr0w no doubt did start with a banger but it didn't feel right to nab that as my own.

I would really love to read everyone's so do please tag me if you do it!

#drarry #drarry fic #first line game

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blinkaftermidnight · 2 years

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Hiya, I've been asked by a friend to send u this message (they're not on Tumblr)

Message:

Hey it's hidden beauty from ao3. I read your outline for your fic for S3 and I think it's amazing. I think others would also enjoy reading it as it would give a lot of people's headcanons closure. BUTTT I would never want to see you do that if your heart wasn't in it. I saw it in your style as i read it and it brought me a lot of peace and smiles reading it. Sorry I'm not there on your star wars fic, I never watched the movies and have 0 understanding of it despite being a big space movie/tv show fan. I'm so glad you wrote so much Leatin for TW and I hope you continue to grow as a writer. I wanted to reach out to you but couldn't do so as I refuse to make a tumblr account XD so I enlisted my buddy that I made from the wilds discord server to do it. Take it easy, you've got a forever reader in me.

Thank you for passing on the message, and tell your friend thank you for me as well. Truly, it really means a lot to me. And if you would pass the rest of what I say, that'd be great too, even though this is gonna get long.

So let me attempt to explain a little why I have an outline and not a completed fic. The fic that I plan to release after the Star Wars AU was being written around the same time I was working on the outline for the s3 fic, and they felt fairly similar to me. Idk if I can blame outlining or the fact that I was writing a fic that seemed too similar to parts of the outline for shaking me out of actually writing the s3 fic. I have two and a half chapters actually written, I think, and there's not much of it I'm particularly fond of, even though I like the premise I came up with overall. Translating the outline into an actual fic, in this specific case, is difficult for some reason.

I'm slowing down with writing right now. It happens. I wrote A LOT between February and the beginning of July. My life's changing. If it wasn't burnout, I'd still be forced to slow down, even though I've proven to myself that I can write a shit ton in a short amount of time if I'm given the opportunity and have the will to do it. It normally comes back around, but I'm not gonna attempt to predict what my writing-related future holds at this point.

I may just use this opportunity to spill a little more emotion or at least share some of my writing journey over the last year and a half. I started The Wilds on a whim, at 10 pm, while I should've finished a different show. Literally I can't explain what compelled me to watch the show, and I stayed up until 3 because I was hooked. 1x09 convinced me of Leatin, and I was a FTWD writer but suddenly felt compelled to write for yet another non-canon wlw ship that didn't have a lot of fic (at least, when I wrote my first Leatin fic, there wasn't much). I wrote a oneshot that my now best friend commented on before we started messaging; writing that fic literally brought us together. Writing Leatin fic got me through my second - and ultimately final - semester of law school. I posted daily updates of and it's like our world but we're the last ones left in the midst of law homework and exams. Similarly, I wrote the exes fic, we're falling apart still we hold together, while deciding to leave law school and posted chapters during exams. I wrote a fic without an endgame that I liked and know plenty of people did not. I forced the ending of another fic because I was afraid people wouldn't like what I felt was its natural conclusion and chickened out of following it. I wrote two AUs I never expected myself to write (fake dating and soulmates). Writing i'll be waiting on you forever helped me work through and process some of my personal shit.

All of that - and I haven't even covered every Leatin fic I've written - to say, writing Leatin fics has helped me in ways even I probably don't fully understand. It's made me friends that I love dearly. Though I will say, my popularity did spook me for a while. I've made peace with it, and now it's kinda funny. Anyway, for the last year and a half, I've had something I've wanted to write about, something to pour all my creative energy into. I've been able to share my work, and save for a few minor things, everyone has been unbelievably kind to me. The cancellation sucks, but it's still hard for me to be sad because writing these fics and discussing them and making friends because of them has been one of the biggest highlights of the last year of my life. I mean, my life is not what I expected it to be back when I began writing Leatin fics. So much has changed, but working on Leatin fics remained consistent and it helped me. It helped me personally, since writing is my coping mechanism, but it also helped me push myself as a writer, and I think I've seen results.

I'm not sure I'm making sense anymore. It's 2 am lol so I'll stop, but I'm glad the s3 outline is useful for something. Otherwise it might've just sat on my drive forever, and what good would that do? Alright, I'm done for real now. Thank you, seriously.

#hakkepeiling #i'd apologize for writing a novel but i think you should expect that from me by now #but i think i'm only just beginning to process and be able to put into words just how grateful i am

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versadies · 2 years

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Hi Dan!! Soo I am not yet able to make an ask about my thoughts on your fic, but since I have considered it to be leaking of spoilers, I just declined that plan and would like to put my appreciation into a few words!

The twist, the flow, the secrets each of them are hiding— it is wonderfully executed ! <3 I'm so glad many people are liking your fic, YOU DESERVE IT!! 💖💕(,,>᎑<,,)

And,, I tried to make a little thank-you gift for you as well for writing such a good fic<3 May you enjoy this little gift! I was inspired by the classical royalcore playlist I was listening to earlier, that brought my thoughts back to your recent "Men of the Harem" fic !!

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Based on "Men of the Harem" fic by @versadies! ♡

Warning: A tiny bit of spoilers for @/versadies's "Men of the Harem" fic! PLEASE SKIP if you haven't read the full fic yet :DD + Not proofread!

Summary: You hold a ball, and a man who you've longed despised, attends and graces you with his presence under a guise.

Basically— a Diluc-centered fic with slight mentions of Zhongli, Thoma, and Childe!

💌

— Diluc "The Man Who Scorned You" Ragnvindr and your true love whom you turned your back to and presented with your harem of 8 men against him, hides behind a guise on one fine evening of a masquerade ball you held in celebration of your birthday. He may hide behind a guise, yet you deeply knew his every mannerism, his choice of words, and his familiar scent— one that which you couldn't forget. One that you've loved so much in the past, but not anymore. You could recognize his gleaming crimson eyes behind his mask, you could never be wrong with your suspicions of this certain "Lord from a Long Forgotten Name" that attended your ball.

He had longed scorned you, replaced you, rejected you— or so you thought.

And yet here he is, attending your ball with a fake identity, that which you could actually see-through.

Here he is, asking you, the most benevolent emperor of your kingdom, the actual person he'd choose to spend his whole life with— for a dance. Striding elegantly towards your direction, he ignored the looks people give him who thinks he's being too bold, a "no-one" approaching the emperor just like that. Yet you looked towards his direction.

He stops walking as soon as he reached a certain distance in front of you— crowds gathered round, murmuring and whispering gossips that will circle the kingdom's villages tomorrow.

He gently puts a hand on his chest, and then bowing in a refined manner. "Shall I have this dance, Your Highness?" Diluc eloquently inquires you with a poised and calm demeanor.

Deep inside, he was scared of what could happen next. He knows you've longed hated him. He knows he didn't accept your love to fulfill his father's wishes. But he still desires to see you one last time. This time, at least.

To the Archons he prayed his silent pains and wishes, on the day prior to the date of your ball.

Your consorts are on the guard at the sides, but your most loyal knight, Zhongli, could also sense the identity of the man asking you out on a dance- and so he stops the other consorts from doing any rash action. As much as he wanted to attack Diluc right then and there— Zhongli felt like there is a force stopping him, a force calming his anger down. And so he remained composed, yet alert for the next actions Diluc could possibly make. "Trust Our Highness's judgment. There is no danger with this man," he reassures them. "How could you tell? You are well aware that there's many going for the emperor's head and it's dangerous!" Childe argues. Hearing this, Thoma swallowed a lump at his throat- for he clearly knew that was his job to do, as ordered by The Highness's step-brother.

A heavy pang of hurt strikes your heart the moment you realized the identity of the man who gracefully asked for a dance.

It's him.

But why is he here?

What does he want now?

All Diluc wants is you. Nothing more. He didn't chose the decisions he made for himself- but for his beloved father and people. He is heartfully against the events that happened. But all he could do was accept this kind of punishment, as he thinks that he deserves such- for hurting you and rejecting you.

Now, Our Dearest Highness—

Diluc is patiently waiting with a hopeful gaze and a hand stretched out, perfectly still with shaky breaths that he tries to hide. You glance at him one more time- your gaze filled with hesitation, hurt, and revenge. But it seems like there are feelings that you've also been trying to conceal, don't you?

So, will you accept Diluc's Ragnvindr's offer for a dance? Or will you turn him away like how he did to you back then?

The decision will always be yours, and yours alone, to make— Your Highness.

— Sincerely yours, 🍰♡.

AAA this is such an amazing drabble thank u sm for making such a masterpiece as a thank-you gift 😍😍😍 its so difficult to decide if you want to embarrass him in front of so many people or decide to accept his offer for closure 😩😩😩 and dw i completely understand why you can’t express your thoughts about my fic bcuz of spoilers so its okay :DDD

#— ( penpal anon 🍰 )#im glad u like my fic <33 !!

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milkytheholy1 · 3 years

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A bang in the night..

A/N: Howdy everyone, I know it feels like a long time ago when I reached 800 followers and as promised I have written this fic specifically to celebrate that. Now if you happen to read Apocalyptic Love, firstly thank you so much, and secondly, I stated in one of the chapters a choice between a rise fic or a 2012 fic. By an unbelievable demand, I got a lot of rise requests, so here we are.

I was originally planning on doing both, but since being back at uni full time, yes that's why I've slightly disappeared, I haven't found the time to do it. So for now, there's only the rise fic. It's also taken a while to write, mainly because I haven't been motivated to write even when I get good ideas for fics.

This fic is also a little late because it is after all meant for Halloween, the spooky date. But if you're reading this before Halloween it probably means I was too impatient and posted it way before the 31st. Finally, I just want to say thank you so much for 800 followers, whether you joined for turtles, Tech or Peter Maximoff, I appreciate the support and that you're sticking with me and my dodgy uploading schedule.

I am trying to get back into writing, hence why I made AL weekly to force myself to write each week. I also plan on doing a lot more non-turtle fics cause Ik a lot of you aren't here for that. So, if you already follow me, please stick around I promise it'll be worth it and if you happen to see this around then mayhaps give me a follow and you might like other things that I write!

Thank you! Now enjoy!

- Milky :3

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The lair was filled with sounds of distant yelling and screams, the obnoxiously loud orchestra dramatising the poor acting even more. Fake cobwebs became indistinguishable between the real ones, dangling skeletons and cotton spiders hung from the walls; it was a sight to behold.

The Hamato family was big on Halloween, not only for its freedom it provided in the forms of costumes and uncontrollable scares, but also that it brought the group closer together like any other holiday.

This year saw some new members join in on the ol'Hamato traditions, Casey and Draxum were adjusting, to say the least. While Casey approached the event like a training exercise, practically pouncing on anything that went 'boo!'. Draxum saw it as more of a hindrance, it was so meaningless and childish to dress up and scare strangers for a sugary treat.

Mikey had tried to change his stance on the idea more than the others, he was, after all, the holiday planner. Any specific event on the calendar had to be celebrated, national cupcake day? Celebrated. National warm fuzzy jumper day? Celebrated. Even national school day was celebrated; there was no event too small or too grand for Mikey to plan.

The family was smushed into the projector room, a god-awful, cheap horror movie flickering on the screen. The turtles were sat on the beanbags, Mikey hidden under the shipton of blankets, the pile shaking with fear. Leo and Donnie sat beside each other, every so often Leo would grab Donnie by the shoulder causing the poor soft-shell to jump in place.

And Raph was sat beside the recliner, a pumpkin in his lap and a knife in his hand. His tongue was poking out through his lips as he carved away, appreciating that even though he wasn't an artist like Mikey, he didn't do a bad job.

Splinter was perched on the armchair, a large drink in his hand and roasted pumpkin seeds in the other. Draxum had taken up the rest of the room on the poor chair, shoulders slouched as to accommodate even more. April and Casey were squished into the other corner of the room, armed with only pillows and a single blanket, no thanks to Mikey.

Casey was buzzing, it was the first Halloween where she wasn't patrolling the streets and shouting at children for taking more than one sweet from the bucket; she took her job very seriously. As the movie played on, Casey grew more and more excited about the plot, even if it was just a b-rated horror movie.

It got so bad April had to take the poor girl to the kitchen for "Snacks" and a "Chance to talk about the movie in detail,". Draxum continued to moan and groan about the shoddy camera work and effects, likening it to something his ex-minions made.

"I still don't get it," he growled out, struggling to fold his arms to show his frustration even further. Splinter chuckled beside him, shoving another handful of pumpkin seeds in his mouth before responding, "As the master of legendary Halloween costumes, I believe Halloween is a chance to be someone you're not. You can be a spy or a zombie, something that allows you to express yourself."

"And what would you suggest I be?" Draxum huffed, the idea of dressing up only pushing him further away from liking the holiday,

"What about happy?" Leo smirked, earning a few snickers from the three remaining brothers. Draxum sometimes wished he had left Leo hanging over that rooftop just a little longer before dropping him, but he put it aside knowing he had to still prove himself to the teen.

"Ha, ha, you're so funny with your witty jokes, Leonardo." Draxum chided, Leo gave him a thumbs up from where he slouched, refusing to make eye contact with the tall goat man. As the movie went on, the screen began to flicker and stick, not long after the power went out. The whole lair was plunged into darkness, the only light coming from Donnie's tech-brace.

"Whew, I mean, ooooh nooooo! The power went out, what a shame! Guess we'll never finish that movie now!" Mikey whined, but he couldn't help the smile that fell onto his face. Soon enough, the room was lowly illuminated again by the turtles' phones; placing them all in a circle with the flashlight feature on, it felt like an artificial campfire.

As Casey and April made their way back into the projector room, complaining about this whole situation, they sat with everyone else and put their phones in the middle; increasing their visibility. Splinter leaned forwards in his chair, rubbing his clammy hands together with a Cheshire grin on his face.

"What a perfect time to start telling some scary stories," he mused. Mikey bolted upright, eyes bulging out of his head, "Scary stories! C-can't we just s-sit in a circle and sing s-songs?"

"No!" Splinter shouted, getting back into a comfortable position. He leaned his face over the lights to cast a grizzly shadow along his emphasised features, "Oh me! memememememe! I want to tell a scary story! Choose me!" Casey yelled, interrupting Splinter's moment. The rat sighed but let the very eager girl go first, "Ok, so, there was once a house by a haunted lake. A couple was staying over for the weekend and left the doors unlocked, the killer crept in and...CUT THEM TO PIECES AND FED THEM TO THE FISHES!" she cackled.

The others blinked slowly at her, finding it hard not to laugh at her not so scary attempt at a scary story. Splinter stared at the girl before speaking with uncertainness, "Okaaaay, now it's time for a real story-" he went on to tell a story about a possessed girl living among demons, etc etc. The scary had its strong points but Donatello concluded that the ending could have used a little more pizazz.

"Okay, now let me show you how a real horror story is meant to go," Leo boasted, cracking his fingers, then knuckles, then neck. The others begged him to start sometime soon before they died of boredom, "Ok, ok, I get it." he huffed out, pacing himself.

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"-and just when he thought he was safe, a loud clatter sounded from behind him, the killer was close-" before Leo could finish his story, a large crash came from somewhere in the lair. Mikey clung to Raph's bulky arm, shaking and squirming in his seat, "W-what was that?" he cried out. Raph squinted his eyes as he tried to see in the dark, but with the power still out it was a lost cause, "I don't see anythin'."

"It was probably a rat or something, maybe the pipes, you do live in a sewer if you haven't noticed. Besides, all sorts of rodents live down here, they're attracted to disgusting things." Draxum shrugged, not having jumped like the others at the sound. Splinter squinted his eyes at the goat, "I am sitting right here,"

"Anywaaaay," Leo continued on, ignoring the sound altogether and going on with his story. Once Leo was done, April took over, more sounds came from parts of the lair, startling the group but not enough to warrant moving. At this point, everyone but Mikey was actively involved in all the stories, even Draxum leant forward just a bit. April's story was about Mrs Cuddles, a story Raph found very unsettling.

"Her final message to the girl scout group was: 'I'll see you soon~' and they were never seen again."

"Ugh, geez April, did you really have to bring up that thing?" Raph shuddered, the feeling of Mrs Cuddles' dainty cotton paws scaling his back felt real, but it must have been his mind playing tricks on him.

"You know what they say, Raph? True horror is always based in reality."

"I don't think that's a saying, at least, not one that I've ever heard." Donnie argued, but shrugged it away as it now came to him for a story. Donnie was particularly excited, he knew his time with the imaginary mic would be memorable, you could say he had a few tricks up his battleshell.

As he began telling his show-stopper of a horror story, he'd slowly instruct his spider arms to slink around the group unnoticed by the others. When he began to ramp up his story, he had effectively scared everyone at some point, poor Mikey couldn't take much longer; he won't be able to sleep for months at this rate. Draxum was still a tough cookie, not really jumping like everyone else, it grew on Donnie's nerves to know he hadn't spooked everyone; though he did a great job.

"With the maid hiding in the bathroom stalls, the masked killer kicked the door open, the metal hitting the walls with a bang that shook the stall's framing. One by one the doors opened, the sound getting louder and louder until they reached the final stall. The maid waited, knowing this would be her demise, but it went silent. The killer had seemingly left her alone...until-"

BANG

The group jumped, Mikey nearly reached the ceiling with how high he went. The turtles shot up onto their feet, Leo, Donnie and Raph pulled out their weapons, taking a defensive stance in the archway of the projector room. The lair around them was still pitch black, whatever was out there was very real and very much coming for them.

April, Casey, Splinter and Draxum stood beside the boys, each holding their own mean face. Mikey stood further behind them, shaking like a leaf but still wanting to help fight with his family. The sounds continued to get louder, quick footsteps could be heard darting all around them. Doors slammed, pots and pans rattled, then it all stopped.

Leo puffed out a breath, slowly starting to relax again, "Well, whaddya know-"

Then the power came back on, everyone groaned and wept about their eyes burning after spending hours in inky blackness. The breaker box was close to the projector room, facing the entrance, a big metal box screwed to the sewer walls. A figure stood beside it, those beady eyes and that malicious smile, "Hellooooo, again~" Mrs Cuddles hummed, her paw on the power switch.

Everyone in the room screamed, eyes bulging wide, teeth bared and sweat dripping down their faces. This was true terror, even Draxum was screaming at the top of his lungs. April was right, genuine horror is very much set in reality.

"Happy Halloween~" Mrs Cuddles cackled out, flicking the light switch off once again...

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freebooter4ever · 3 years

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Ahahahahaha there IS a rami under the hat! anyway shitty quick sledgefu fic under the cut bc that was some brilliant inspiration right there - no beta or re-reads so this is rough lol. It's RIDICULOUS IMSOSORRY

Being a hipster in Orange County is exhausting. It's so hard to find good quality antique furniture these days. There's plenty of options, you can't cross town without coming across another vintage shop. And yet Eugene goes through three different shops with no luck. Here in sunny California, the odds of finding antiques are good, but the goods are odd.

Obviously a tried and true technique to weed out the good stuff is to observe fellow antiquing hipsters around you. And Gene's been watching the smartly dressed man at the end of the aisle for almost ten minutes. This man looks pretentious as hell, but he seems to know what he's doing. Unlike Gene, who couldn't tell an authentic colonial from a cheap pottery barn knockoff. Does Pottery Barn even make colonials? What is a colonial anyway? He thinks his mother brought it up in conversation once. Antiques are about the only safe discussion topic nowadays.

Anyway this smartly dressed man is examining something at the end of the row of shelves intensely. Eugene can't see what the guy is looking at, but it drives his curiosity insane. The guy even climbs onto a ladder so he can get a view of the object from above.

Eugene skirts his way around another row of shelves and casually steps closer and closer - coming at it so it appears unintentional.

Of course, the hipster guy on the ladder sees right through Gene. He turns his head arrogantly down towards Eugene and cocks it. Somehow, despite the odd angle, the guy's Madeline style hat stays on as if it's glued to his head.

"I gotta see it from all angles," the man announces, as if this were the answer to a question Eugene desperately needed answering.

"Huh," Eugene says.

The man smiles. It grows on his face like the Cheshire cat. And Eugene is fairly certain under the sunglasses his eyes are shrewd.

"Snaf get down from the ladder, the last thing we need is to be banned from another antique shop," a second man comes up to them carrying an old pair of boots. He glances at Gene and nods, "Hey. I'm Burgie...that man up there is Snafu."

Snafu slithers down from the ladder and lightly lands across from Eugene in the aisle.

"Nice to meet you," Eugene holds his hand out, "Eugene Sledge."

Burgie shakes his hand, "Pleasure." He then turns to Snafu and kicks the boots at his shoulder, "C'mon, I found what I needed, let's head out."

"Wait a sec, I haven't decided if I want this mod shelf for my records or not," Snafu gestures to the thing he'd been amiring.

"Okay," Burgie sighs, "But don't take too long, Im checking out." He takes his vintage boots and goes.

Eugene turns to get a good look at the thing Snafu was considering. And suddenly the heavens open up, god rays come down, light shines like a halo,and Eugene swears he hears a choir. This is it. This is the end piece he was looking for. This is exactly the kind of thing he needs for the "TV" nook in his apartment that will never hold a TV (he has a 24 inch laptop and like ALL the streaming services but he is SO above having a TV like some rich bourgeoisie).

"It's perfect, isn't it," Snafu says, noticing Eugene's sudden awe.

Shit. He noticed. That means Snafu's going to take it. Number one rule of climbing the hipster ladder: if someone else finds value in something you better get it first.

"I'm not sure, I think my mom has almost the exact same shelf system back home," Eugene shrugs, "She got it from, like, Ikea ten years ago or something. It was a whole thing. Super popular...'retro'...you know how it goes."

"Yeah," Snafu says. He sounds like he might eat Eugene up.

Eugene clears his throat awkwardly.

Snafu throws his head back and switches into appraiser mode, "You're wrong though. You can tell this is authentic by the wood paneling, and the 60s era joints, and this cantilevered bit right here."

Eugene's never wanted someone so much so suddenly right there.

"It'd be perfect for my record collection... It'll even look good from my lofted bed..." Snafu continues.

"I want it," Eugene states quickly and firmly.

Snafu's eyebrows raise at Eugene's audacity. "Well..." Snafu says. He slowly lifts his Janis Joplin sunglasses and eyes Eugene, "I was going to take the shelf but..." he grins "... I'll take you instead."

"What?" Eugene asks incredulously.

"Go on a date with me and I'll give it to you," Snafu demands, "Hell, I'll even buy it for you."

"I..." Eugene stutters. He can feel a blush already forming on his cheeks.

"Better say yes before I change my mind..." Snafu warns in an obnoxiously self-assured tone of voice.

"Yes!" Eugene blurts without hesitance.

The grin Snafu gives him outshines the glory halo from earlier.

Eugene blushes down to his toes. Maybe he should have...played it more casual or acted disinterested. He's not actually very good at this hipster thing.

On the other hand, he does end up getting a free shelf out of the deal. The only thing Snafu makes him do is give Snafu his number, carry the shelf out to his own car, and give Snafu a ride home.

"Burgie texted me, said he's already moved on to the next shop, but don't worry our apartment's real close by," Snafu explains.

"This shelf is insanely heavy," Eugene grumbles under the weight. He's questioning his purchase decisions.

"That's how you know it's real wood," Snafu scolds him.

"Can't you at least take a corner? Lighten the load a tiny bit?" Eugene asks.

"Naw," Snafu sits on the hood of Eugene's 1946 Chevy and smiles, "I like to watch the posers sweat."

Eugene rolls his eyes, "I'm getting an authentic 1960's shelf, and you're getting a date with a fake hipster. I think you got the raw end of the deal here."

"No way," Snafu assures him. He hops off the car and finally helps by opening the door and guiding the shelf onto the back seat, "I see this as an investment."

"An investment?" Eugene echoes.

"Yeah," Snafu says. He bumps the car door shut with his hip and gets into Eugene's space, swaggering a little, "The way I see it... In two... No.. One month... I'll have joint custody over this shelf. It'll be as good as mine. I just gotta wait patiently."

"You mean... You think..." Eugene stammer, ".... You think I will..."

Snafu's smirk widens and he leans in closer, and closer, as if he's gonna lay a kiss on Gene right then and there.

But he's interrupted by Burgie come running out the door, "Hey! Shelton, what the hell you charged that shelf to my account!"

"C'mon, time to go!" Snafu tells Eugene excitedly. He opens the driver door, grabs Eugene's elbow and manhandles him in. Snafu then vaults the car's hood and hops in through the open passenger window. "Drive!"

"Snafu, I'm never giving you any of Florence's homemade pop tarts ever again!" Burgie yells as Eugene's car peels away.

#Sledgefu #Bad germs

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pastel9girlbunny000die · 3 years

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{I was reading this other fic & I really like the idea of the reader getting pushed down to thinking their not good enough for the anime character then they run off later on get encourage words from their friends, I really loved it so I tried it with one of my long time OC character}

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Zoro x OC (Zay)

Humans were disgusting in every way possible. It was a normal thought for Zay a demon and literally only himself.

Of course, there were some humans who could regain his mind to morals and right ways, but then again…

Luffy a silly childish Captain, and a overpowered rubber man the strongest on the crew, the childlike boy was able to make him join the straw hats

Most of the crew where normal well maybe, not counting the devil fruit users

Zay a demon.

Franky is half cyborg not normal, Sanji is basically human?

Nami I don't know that woman can rob you faster than you could say "Fuck!"

Usopp... I don't think a long nose like that can be counted as normal

And then there was Zoro. He is 100% pretty much human...

Well maybe?

In other words, this man was unbelievably attractive. With his sexy body and the way he train none stop letting sweat drop from his well built chest and abs, it made Zay's heart beat out of his chest getting all Sanji-like.

Well maybe only in Zay's eyes.

Zay has the most attractive boyfriend in exsistins. But sometimes, not so much could be said the same for Zoro's personality.

When Zay asked Zoro to be with him, it came as a surprise, he didn't have any talent he has a shitty personality and well his looks... well?

Zay is a tall man about same as Sanji's height, His whole body is covered in bandages which are used to hide his burned skin. With his short black hair and his sharp yellow eyes.

In the end Zoro said yes.

It was a normal hot summer day, on a summer island the straw hat crew decided to dock at, the whole island just being a tavern where by passers can stop to restock booze or sit back and relax with thier own BBQ near the tavern.

The hot sun high in the sky the tavern was stopped out on a small hill near the ocean waters as there where many customers pirates civilians and some marines.

The island welcomed any costumers along as thier a paying costumer.

Many at the bar drinking till thier hearts satisfied, some cooking up thier own little feast. One rare sight that there where many people laughing and chatting along with each other,

The Tavern owner let the bar out side multiple tables and seats set out for all the customers, the bartender refilling drinks giving them too waitress who's handing out drinks to the others that where outside the tavern.

The Straw hat crew decided to grab thier own little table near the shoreline setting up lawn chairs under an umbrella, Nami and Robin relaxed drinking and chatting with each other.

Luffy, Usopp and Chopper ran off to explore the small island running around like silly children.

Franky and Brook was all up in thier own conversation at the table.

Sanji at thier little table with a grill, cooking up some delicious mouthwatering BBQ, dress in a apron without a shirt and some short pants.

He was sipping his wine glass eyeing all the girls who were walking pass the table in their bikinis while doing his work.

Zay and Zoro laid a blanket under the shade of a tree nearby drinking from thier mugs enjoying the taste of booze on thier tongues, sitting next to each other, Zoro in his swimming shorts, exposing his bare chest with a large scare bare into flesh it kinda gave into his attractiveness.

Zay was just looking at Zoro from time to time when he gaze away Zoro would also be taking a few glimpses next to him at Zay who was dress only in his swimming shorts his whole body covered in bandages not a peek of skin showing

The scent of his delusions cooking traveled through the air making Zay a little hungry.

The Straws, being the some famous pirates, drew some attention from the people there.

Zoro facked a loud yawn slowly placing an arm around Zay's waist, the faking made him chuckle, he and Zoro bordly took another sips of thier drinks. Just enjoying thier drinks and each others company

That’s when the whispers began to float from a table near them, all girls.

Being Zay also known as the thriller of death, and from the demon race Zay gained a big reputation before joining the straw hat crew, by terrorizing towns and being Heartless.

His sensible hearing was able to immediately pick up the whispering

“Is that Roronoa Zoro?”

“The pirate hunter?”

“Is that Zay? I tought that weirdo died in a crossfire back ages ago?”

“Why would the fuck would a demon like him be with Zoro?”

“You think his dating that Mummy?”

“He’s a beast and just eww. Of course his going to leash on the nearest person he could find.”

“In reality all the rumours about an Psychopath and bloodlust killing machine, all lies bet he only hide and pretend to play it big?”

Zay quietly placed his drink down, taking a glance at Zoro.

The look in his eye showed that he wasn't happy mostly pissed but he kept his cool, so there was no doubt that he heard them too.

His eye narrowed at thier table as more whispers about the Zay left thier mouths. The black haired Male let out a small breath, more of a sigh trying to calm himself down. They were just a bunch of jealous whores, Zoro wouldn’t think any less of me… would he?

A memory flashed past Zay as he moved away from Zoro taking off his hand from his. Kuina. Of course, Zay remember the name, Zoro childhood friend.

Not long after they fell in love..

Zoro trusted Zay very much he even opened up to him about his past, until a girl Zay doesn't know of came up the way Zoro spoke about her made him unsure about Zoro's feelings toward himself.

Zay would have understood if Zoro loved her. After all, not only was she described as pretty, but she kind and nice at the same time. Zay, on the other hand was the exact opposite rude and careless, would probably lose half himself in bloodlust nearly 10 seconds of a battle killing who ever gets in his way.

“Babe?” Zoro's voice brought Zay out of his thought. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. Whatever.” Zat growled before standing up walking off not hearing Zoro's questions. Leaving the swordsman.

Zay passed Robin and Nami both girls saw the look on Zay's face, he walked off to the Sunny it was a short walk as he went to the boys room slamming the door shut falling onto his and Zoro shared hammock.

The black haired Male felt his heart sink. Heavy breaths began to escape his mouth. Not only were he on the edge of riping off those girls heads and furious thinking so, but he couldn’t stand them.

Zay thought that maybe with Zoro there he would just drink the night away and stay at the swordsman hip being lovavble. He definitely helped, but the whispers that filled his ears were the last things he wanted to hear.

“Zay? Is everything okay?” Nami's voice traveled through the door as she knocking, Zay forced himself to look at the closer door, not a second later he flopped his face into Zoro's pillow with his hungry bloodlust grin.

“What? what do you want Nami?” Zay huffed an even more annoying thing to deal with.

“Is this about those annoying girls?” Robin questioned. “You don’t deserve that, Zay. No one does!”

“But their right,” Zay mumbled. “I’m rude, heartless, probably dengerous… Zoro deserves someone better, someone nice, cute, and more human girly someone who could be of actual love.”

“You’re actually very helpful, if it not for you Zoro would probably be training or sleeping himself to death.” Nami exclaimed, determined to prove Zay wrong. “You might not know the whole story. Zoro has never been happier ever since he met you! You take care of him, love him and you’re always there for him!”

“Zay you probably haven't heard what he says about you?” Robin asked, a gentle smile “He’s always telling everyone, Zay is mine and no one dares to take him from me I'll cut anyone down. Zay he loves you so don't push him away”

“Sush it you idoits-”

“They're only jealous, your the most basass bitch there is.” Nami and Robin said together and the two of them burst into giggles and Zay let out a loud hateful laugh.

He wanted to beat them up so badly, words ain't gonna cut it.

Zay let out a small sigh thankful for such good words. “Yeah. You useless girls are right for once.” and with that the blacked haired man slamded open the door waking pass them, Nothing left to say to the two.

***

Zoro found Zay in about an hour or so, after Zay left the boys room. He was a little worried but. He knew he should have told those girls off, after all, they were the reason Zay got angry.

“Hey, are you- oof!”

Zay clenched his eyes closed as he pressed his lips to Zoro's. His hands found Zay's waist as he pulled him closer to himself.

Feeling their tongues dancing with each other's the taste in thier mouths mixing and the biggest was the booze. The heat rising Zays fingers ran through the green hair of the swordsman, Zoro tightly wrapped his arms around Zays hips pulling him closed leaving no space between them they're skin would've been pressing together if it wasn't for Zay's bandages in the way.

Zay slowly pulled away not really wanting too, his cheeks a little blush and his eyes not leaving Zoro's.

“Well damn, ... your so fucking sexy”

Zay let out a low moan and buried his face in Zoro's neck. As the swordsman let out a low chuckle, kissing Zay's cheek softly.

“I love you.”

“You better cause you belong to me... and I love you too.”

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(Almost to what Zay looks like {and Yes I know who this is}🖤❤🖤)

#roronoa zoro #Zoro x oc #one piece #anime #fanfic #oc character

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