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violettelueur · 3 years

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— GOJO SATORU || HAPPY NEW YEAR

↳ featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 21 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 1.4k

↳ request : can i req gojo with a wife who likes to drink the finest wine on new year's eve and makes all sorts of sweet and delicious food, (she's basically the star of the party since she creates a nice atmosphere that everyone loves to be around) but she's sorta sensitive to loud noises so whenever its time for the fireworks, she just stays indoors and gojo is there by her side and she asks him that it was alright for him to leave her there and go outside but he says that as long as where she's most comfy at, that's where he will find himself in comfort aswell

↳ barista’s notes : i know this is a bit late to post BUT it is still january so it counts Σʕﾟᴥﾟﾉʔﾉ but right now, i have completed the request that are on my ‘orders in progress’ page (wip) but that’s not all the orders in my inbox, so i will update it later on today, so you all can see what to anticipate for ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

New years eve. One of the only days where you and Gojo were able to be together without anyone interrupting you both in any way since this was the rare time when most jujutsu sorcerers were given the day off.

Every year, all the jujutsu sorcerer within both Tokyo and Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College was excited for this specific day since this was the only time where you were going to get the chance to make your homemade sweets that they got to delightful enjoy as well as the dishes you made in advance for them to fulfil themselves with the flavours of homemade food made with a hint of motherly love.

To be honest, they always questioned the reason why you willingly wedded the Six Eyes sorcerer and allowed your last name to be replaced with ‘Gojo’ since you were known to be the complete opposite to the man himself. You were on the calm and mature side like your favourite glass of red wine - which was also Gojo’s favourite time to kiss you since the taste of sweet wine with a slight hint of bitterness from your lips was too irresistible for him to keep away - but always knew when you could have a laugh here and there. You were sweet towards the students while Gojo was just plainly annoying and arrogant from time to time, but that was the balance of your marriage.

However, how could you not marry him? You just had fallen too deep in love with the man and now there was no way you could get back up after and to be honest, the same could be said by the strongest himself.

During the New Year’s Eve, you would always invite the others over to celebrate together since you never knew when it was the last time you all could get together like this - after all, this is a life of a jujutsu sorcerer, you never knew what to expect.

“Sensei, thank you so much for the food!” Itadori cheered as he continued to munch on the cake that you had made earlier today leading to Kugisaki to yell at him for eating with his mouth full while informing him that it was rude which caused Fushiguro to look at his friends with such annoyance as he silently much on the sweet dessert that he really loved since he was a kid - he just never told you when you had taken care of him the day Gojo took him in.

Smiling gently over the scene, you slyly looked over to see your husband playful teasing Nanami who was casually eating the bowl of Ozoni that you had served him earlier leading you to giggle at the scene since you know the grade one sorcerer was getting annoyed but never express it visibly making you want to have his patience - since sometimes Gojo could become a little more irritating than usual, especially when he was sick.

“Sensei, the fireworks are about to start!” Maki announced to you, causing you to look out of your window for a second to be greeted with the dark midnight sky surrounding the world before you quickly turned back to glance at her while grazing a motherly smile. “Then we should go outside to see them, should we?” you gently asked, causing the students around you to excitedly nod in agreement before quickly making their way outside to have a proper view of the colourful display that was going to happen at any minute.

However, there was always a disadvantage for you during the new years. You couldn’t really handle loud sounds, in fact, you were quite sensitive to any loud. You weren’t sure when it started to be honest. Was it due to your fear of lightening when you were younger? Or was it because your eyes were just sensitive? But this wasn’t a problem for you during work since you were another rare jujutsu sorcerer that could use reverse curse energy that Jujutsu Tech had like your co-worker and friend Ieiri. However, as much as you wished you could celebrate the fireworks with everyone, your ears just weren’t having it at all.

As everyone was making their way out the door and into the outside world under the starlit sky, you leisurely leaned against the side of your front door and looked on ahead at everyone who was anticipated for the sky to light up with its festive colours. To see the excitement on their faces was enough for you to be excited for the New Years and what was ahead for you as well as everyone, even with the hint of panic and nervousness that came along with it.

Suddenly, your ears instantly caught the sound of something being shot up into the sky before a blaring boom came into earshot leading to a beautiful ruby red firework to decorate the sky with its sparkles. However, your body couldn’t help but slightly flinch at the loud sound only for it to suddenly flinch again once another firework decided to appear in the sky, replacing the red one that had disappeared a few second earlier.

Unexpectedly, you felt someone’s arms making their way around your waist before pulling you close to their board chest bringing you a comforting warmth, replacing the icy winds that surrounded you earlier. “You okay honey~?” a playful voice asked, causing you to slightly turn your head to your right side only to instantly feel a slight tickle due to his soft white hair brushing against your cheek since your husband was resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You know you can go outside and see the fireworks, I’ll be okay here,” you mentioned before pressing a light kiss on his temple leading to a small smile to be painted on his face at the small affection that you gave him as he then decided to do the same thing leading to your replicate the same smile that Gojo adored so dearly.

“Nah~ if you’re comfortable here, then I’m comfy here as well,” Gojo stated before he continued with, “it seems like you stop flinching as well, so we can both enjoy the fireworks by our front door ha?”.

Widening your eyes, you suddenly realise that Gojo was right on what he had just mentioned, you had stopped flinching the second he had brought you into his arms causing him to confidently and playfully smile at you, letting you have a clear view of his handsome face that was vaguely being lit up by the different bright colours of the fireworks. On the other hand, the only thing that stayed in colour were his beautiful bright cerulean eyes - that were sneakily behind his classic black circled sunglasses - you treasured so fondly ever since the day you met him.

“Yeah, I’m surprised I hadn’t noticed,” you whispered to him before staring back up at the sky to admire the gorgeous light show that was provided not just for you but all of Japan right now.

“Pretty ha~” Gojo commented as he looked up to also view the show before quickly but slyly going back to admiring his wife. Gojo couldn’t help but appreciate the glow the fireworks were giving you as your skin began to shine a tiny bit more brightly than it had ever today. Of course, you always had a light glow to your complexion every time you woke up till the end of the day but something was different with the multitude of colours that the light show was giving you for him to admire. From your face glistening in sweat from a night of passion to your face being covered in flour due to him being immature and throwing some at you while you were baking, this was the brightest he had ever seen you - not his favourite though.

“But not as pretty as you though, aye,” Gojo teased, causing a bright red hue to paint both your cheeks to express your embarrassment before you quickly looked away from him- too bright that no fireworks could even cover the shade of rose you were showcasing right now.

“Happy new year Y/N,” he then stated, as he gently grabbed the bottom on your chin before turning your head to completely face him leading him to have a perfect view of your glossy lips that were invisibly coated with the red wine that you were drinking before you had placed your glass on the kitchen counter.

“Happy new year Satoru,” you then replied to your husband, only for you to be quickly shut up by his lips being placed on top of yours leading for you both to faint taste of the sweetness that had stained your lips from the classic red wine that Gojo gifted you for the New Years.

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday 3/3/2021

Hello everyone welcome to my first WIP Wednesday......Even though it’s close to midnight here in California but anyway--I promised the readers a solo Adrigami fanfic and I am currently writing one. I felt I should give the readers my work in progress, I hope you guys enjoy.

Also to note, this fanfic is anti Adrienette just to warn people.

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Well that Valentine's date with Marinette didn't go as Adrien had planned. And he prepared a lot as well by snagging his father's cologne and wearing a flashing black and red tuxedo. They had a nice view of the city lights on the balcony and Marinette looked absolutely lovely.

And it was a fun date, but even while Adrien was happy be couldn't help but notice Marinette squirm and look a bit nervous. He wondered if it was the food or maybe his cologne was too much. But suddenly Marinette would giggle and smile and Adrien would just tell himself that he was overreacting.

Marinette did indeed fact enjoy the food but when Adrien moved his lips closer to Marinette that's when she suddenly panicked a bit. Adrien pulled away, apologizing even if he did feel a bit betrayed.

He thought she wanted to date him really badly, and Adrien was so flattered that he started to consider her feelings.

Marinette apologized as well but she could barely look at him in the eye due to how guilty she looked.

Adrien took a deep breath and calmly and sincerely asked her what was bothering her.

Marinette could barely give him an answer herself.

Adrien knew he couldn't force her but after a painful wait Marinette finally said, "Maybe this isn't exactly what I wanted."

Adrien was hurt of course, but not just because she changed her mind, but because she idealized dating himself.

Marinette apologized again. "I'm sorry Adrien! I truly thought I wanted to date you I truly did!"

Adrien didn't feel like she was completely lying but something that crossed his mind was a certain charming, handsome blue haired boy with a guitar.

"Marinette," Adrien said.

Marinette shamefully said nothing.

Adrien looked down in defeat. "Maybe…"

"Maybe the person you actually like is Luka."

Marinette blushed hard but she didn't say anything, not that she needed too.

Adrien sighed, this truly did suck for him but he had to accept defeat. He lifted his head and gave Marinette a sincere smile to try to rid her of the guilt on her face.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

So the date ended quietly but Adrien was left with a whole pound of unused red roses in his room. When he got home some of them were crushed and ruined.

Adrien just wanted to burn all the roses along with this disappointing night but with a cool head just discarded the ruined ones and vowed he would make use of the others.

He then turned away from the red roses and then threw himself on his bed and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

Adrien looked through his social media to see what his friends were up to. Nino and Alya seem like the model couple, Kim and Chloe looked like they were having fun in their own special special way, Marinette looked inactive. He just wanted to check on Marinette really.

And Luka. Luka looked as suave and cool as ever looking as if his aura was visible in a photo of him playing guitar on a live stage.

Adrien sighed, it was no wonder Marinette likes him more, he was always more cool and collected and Adrien was a rich boy with multiple insecurities.

Adrien put his phone down tonight hoping to at least sleep off this holiday peacefully.

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The next day at school Adrien sat by Nino because he wanted a friend. But Nino knew Adrien was a part of the misery loves company club right now. Even so Nino was happy to spend time with Adrien.

"Alya already told me that Marinette wasn't interested," Nino said. "I am really sorry man." Nino gave Adrien a gentle shove on the shoulder.

Adrien tried to snap himself out of it.

"No need to feel sorry for me!" Adrien forced a smile. "Valentines Day is just another one of those commercial holidays!"

Nino laughed. "With lots of sweets and sweethearts!"

Adrien groaned. "I just need a friend right now…"

"Sorry…" Nino said. "And I am sure Marinette didn't mean to ruin Valentines Day. She is a nice girl, she is just only human."

Adrien slumped and rested his chin over his hands. "I'll get over it...Just give me a year in a half." He remarked bitterly.

Nino looked at his phone and then back at Adrien. "Hey, maybe after school you can come get ice cream with Alya and me. I will insist Andre will give us a triple scoop so the three of us will always be bonded."

Adrien turned to Nino, liking the idea of togetherness.

"I am sure hazelnut and strawberry will suit us well, and pistachio for you." Nino licked his lips at the thought.

Adrien scanned the crowd of students letting his mind go on autopilot but then his ears filled with the sound of excited girls. He was a bit astonished thinking something frightening happened but the girls were really greeting a family girl with shiny black hair.

Adrien's mouth went agape. "Kagami?"

"What's wrong Adrien?" Nino asked.

Nino tried to study Adrien's expression but Adrien just looked like he was in a daze.

Then Nino saw a group of girls greeting a beautiful girl with short black hair. Instead of the usually Japanese school girl uniform she wore she wore blue shorts and a red blouse.

"Is that Kagami?" Nino said.

Then Nino realized this is why Adrien was in a trance.

Adrien then gasped in realization. "I didn't expect Kagami to return from Japan now!"

"Yeah," Nino said. "And during Valentines too, she probably didn't get a chance to go on a date."

Adrien picked himself up to walk over to his old friend.

"Careful Adrien, you shouldn't fall too fast right now," Nino said.

Adrien knew Nino had a point but his heart was going a hundred miles per hour. The blonde hair boy stopped and turned to his best friend. "I should at least welcome her back," a soft blush was on Adrien's face.

Nino smiled. "All right man, second time is the charm."

Adrien made an ok sign and turned back to Kagami who was happily talking with some other girls. Adrien was a mix of excited and nervous as the entire world around him looked brighter, then again the gray clouds were clearing up and sun rays were popping out.

The girls said their goodbyes to Kagami and then Kagami turned to the blonde haired boy. Her brown eyes lit up along with her smile which caused Adrien's happy face to distort and how pretty she was.

But Adrien didn't notice the skateboard that slid under his foot and he ended up falling forward.

"Adrien!"

Kagami ran over and knelt beside him. "Are you alright?"

Adrien's mild pain was soothed by her voice but then he realized how much of a donkey he looked like in front of her.

"Ouch!" Adrien cried, his leg was stinging. "I'll be fine!" A skilled fencer like himself was made for this type of pain.

He looked up and she smiled down on him as she held out her hand. Adrien took her hand and with the strength of a kendo player helped him up with little cooperation from him.

Adrien quickly swept up any dust on his pants.

"How have you been? I really missed you," Kagami said.

Adrien placed his hand behind his neck. "Oh, just barreling through life I guess."

Kagami giggled. "Sounds like fun."

"More like funny for everyone else," Adrien remarked bitterly.

Kagami giggled which helped sweeten Adrien's sour mood. The two of them smiled at each other which caused both of them to blush.

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Stay tuned for the finished product!

Honestly I really enjoyed writing Adrien and Nino friendship I should do that more often.

#adrigami #anti adrienette #fanfiction #wip wednesday #my writing #just a bit of lukanette as well

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procrastynol · 3 years

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I wasn’t tagged, but I’ll take the invitation from @theghostcaptain and just hop on the train to answer some questions about my writing. So, I guess thanks are in order? 😉❤️

AO3: @Procrastynol

Fandoms

Currently I’m trapped in the MDZS hell (focusing on songxiao, but pretty much everything else is also go, wangxian, 3zun, anything) with a side of SVSSS and FF7 (mainly tsengru and/or turks centric). I’m still working my way through the huge load of danmei, so maybe things like TGCF, 2HA or SPL will soon join the list.

Other things I can’t seem to let go of include FF15, Mass Effect, Dragon Age and a hint of Marvel and Star Wars. If you want to go really far back, you can add LotR and Hobbit to the pile.

Where You Post

You can find all of my fics on AO3 @Procrastynol

I rarely use tumblr anymore, mostly for keeping all the links to my fics organised in one place - and to read meta that will shred my poor heart. My main social media is Twitter, so if you want to yell at me, please go over there and feel free to do so.

Most Popular Multichap

None (so far). But I have something brewing for my songxiao gang, so I’ll just be a little tease and tell you to stay tuned for more until Summer 2021. 😉

Favourite Story You’ve Written So Far

Untethered (MDZS, songxiao, character study xxc)

That is my November/December/Christmas-procrastination baby, which started out as a midnight word vomit I wrote in a desperate attempt to find sleep. It only grew from there, and it has become my first deep dive into the character of Xiao Xingchen and the canon setting of MDZS. To this day, it just blows me away how well this story is received despite its length and the rather limited songxiao bubble. I’m really proud of what I did here, and it has been a while since I could say that about anything I have written.

Fic You Were Nervous to Post

Frostbloom Flowers (MDZS, modern songxiao, flowershop AU)

This was my absolute first fic for the fandom, and my second fic in total after the unexpected “success” of Conflict of Interest. I was so scared to get the characters or the setting wrong, even more so since this was a prompt fill for the songxiao Secret Santa event. It has done surprisingly well, so well actually, that I have turned this into a series that I will continue this February.

How You Choose Your Titles

They either come to me or the don’t. Really, there is almost nothing in between. Sometimes a poem, a line, a lyric, an image, SOMETHING sparks my imagination and the title is the first thing I have.

If it is the other way around, the idea usually revolves around a certain dialogue, scene, setting, etc. that I want to explore and I really struggle finding a title for it once the fic is finished. There are rare instances where a title comes to me simply while working on a fic, but mostly it’s hit or miss. If it is the latter, I usually sit in my room and decide to name stories after the first thing my eyes land on 5 minutes before posting them. 😅

Do You Outline

90% of times I do. Especially larger works or multichaps need an outline. I sometimes try to write non-chronologically, and I have a really hard time doing it, so the outline becomes my LIFELINE. It allows me to skip over parts I find hard and just put the famous [get there] in certain spaces, knowing I can come back later to flesh them out because the outline guides through this process.

For oneshots, I sometimes freestyle, but even then I usually write down a few lines for the scenes/dialogues I really want to include and put them in the corresponding order, so I have a goal to work towards to and don’t start meandering around.

I hate doing them, though, even though I largely depend on outlines.

Complete

All of my fics are complete at the moment, but I have two on-going series that I’m feeding with new entries in irregular intervals.

In Progress

I have some WIPS, but none of them are in the process of being published right now. But there are a few things I’m working on, so follow me to the next paragraph if you want more details on that. 😁

Coming Soon / Not Yet Started

Curiosity killed the Cat [WT] - which is a MDZS multichapter fic I have started working on last December. I really wanted to try writing a case fic for once, something more than just drama and romance (although drama and romance will still be very much part of this). Plotting a murder mystery is really new to me and sometimes exhausting, but so far I’m having a lot of fun doing it. I don’t want to spoil the details, but it will definitely focus on pre-canon songxiao and a mysterious haunting/murder they encounter during their travels.

Another thing would be the continuation of the Egret Flower series. Currently I’m finalising the second part, writing on part three and four has already begun. Part two will feature songxiao going on the date that has been teased in the first part, Frostbloom Flowers, and part three is currently giving me a hard time because I decided to include some wangxian - we’ll see how it goes.

I’m also trying to feed the Shinra fandom a bit, since it got me back into writing literally days before I got swept away by MDZS and danmei hell. But tsengru still holds a place in my heart, has done so for years, and so Conflict of Interest has now also been turned into a series, It’s me or the Dog, and the second part for this series is also outlined already and just waiting for me to flesh it out.

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About

Curiosity killed the Cat [WT], definitely. I have only ever finished one other multichap in my life, and I plan to complete this one before I start posting it, to feed my lovely songxiaoists in regular intervals (and to make sure this entire case fic works and does not go up in smoke halfway down). But since this involves so many new things for me at the same time, I’m equally excited and anxious to finish it and start posting it.

Tagging

Since I’m pretty much inactive on this platform I find it a bit hard to tag someone. I think @wangji-string might have something to offer, at least if they haven’t participated already (although if you don’t feel like doing this, please feel free to ignore me). I’ll just leave it open to the rest of you whoever read this and may find it interesting - if you want to do this, please, feel free to do it! 😉

#my writing #procrastynol speaks

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apprenticenerd · 3 years

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"Anyone can send me an ask with one of the titles and I’ll post a snippet or talk about that WIP!" The Acropolis, Tacet, Checklist, A Tiny Galaxy, Hearsay, Going Back, Ella Disenchanted, Making Peace, The Slashed Circle, Wake Up, Tenno, Midnight, Heliotropism, Arrhythmia, the one about Among Us, the one about Library of Ruina, the one that’s a D&D world concept. Yes, all of them. I know you wanna talk about all of them. So go, go forth and do it!

Hoooo boy, this is gonna be a long post. Lots and lots of writing snippets under the cut to avoid dash stretch!

The Acropolis - original - length uncertain - 1.4k and counting

im not ready for this im not i thought it would be yrs i thought id at least get an english degree first

omg sal whats goin on

fuckin hell whyd it have to be now i have a chem lab tomorrow

sally-tate macpherson. u never swear. ever. wtf is goin on.

ok. jess. i need u to listen really really carefully. understand?

answer the goddamn question ur scarin me

shut up and listen and this will go a lot better

fine but u need to tell me wtf is happnenig

ok. im going to tell you a bunch of stuff. not giving u advice, thats not allowed, but im gonna tell u stuff it seems like itd be impossible for me to know.

?????????????

i said shut up this is really important dont question how i know it. just go with it and figure out what to do. and dont die. bc no matter how crazy stuff seems, if u die, ur dead. here and everywhere. ok?

This is an original story coming straight from a @/writing-prompt-s prompt about a crack in a kid’s hardwood floor that they fantasized was a portal actually being one. I originally intended to write the entire thing like this, as a conversation over text, but that may not be feasible given a certain world-building detail at the other end of the portal (and the limits of my creativity lmao).

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Tacet - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 3.2k and counting

She closed her eyes again, and there it was. Hallucination? Some new science trick with electromagnetic radiation off the visible spectrum? Evidence that she was actually going insane? Whatever it was, it burned behind her eyelids in bright, incontrovertible red - and was completely invisible when she opened her eyes again. There was just the usual mess of club posters and one big one about someone’s exceedingly dumb-looking lost cat.

Eyes open, there was only Sargent Snuggles. Eyes closed, there was the normal darkness and then three lines of text where the poster had been, wavering like scarlet fire:

JOIN TBC JOIN TBC JOIN TBC

TBC? What the fuck was that? She’d never heard of any group with that acronym before. Hardly aware of the flurry of weird looks from half the other people in the hallway, she crossed the hall to examine the lost cat poster more closely. It felt like perfectly normal paper when she touched it, and there wasn’t even a hint of red with her eyes open, unless you counted the cat’s tacky pink sweater. How the hell was this even possible?

“You’re finally cracking, Bri,” she groaned under her breath, then headed for her locker. She did have to get home. Add another big fat entry to the weird shit list.

A backstory one-shot for my Blackout Club OC Briar, telling the story of how she got into the club in the first place. I’ve been stuck in the same spot for a while now, after Briar’s friend Dani explains the club to her, and I’ve come to the conclusion that the scene’s over as is. Of course, writing the next one is the tough part.

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Checklist - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 1.7k and counting

8. You still have a headache. Shouldn’t you go back to sleep and try to do this in the morning?

9. (wake up)

10. Nah, you’ve always been a night owl, and school starts criminally early, too early to get much done beforehand. It’s quiet, except for Dad snoring. Your parents are asleep already. You can stay up until this is done, and they’ll be none the wiser.

11. Your head hurts worse. It’s getting harder to think. At only 9 pm? 9:30? Whatever. You should sleep.

12. (wake UP)

13. What are you thinking? You have to read at least a little of this chapter, or there’s no way you’ll be able to bullshit your way through class tomorrow. Besides, all of a sudden, the silence feels...strange. Heavier? You can’t describe it.

14. You need to sleep. You need a drink of water or something. You need to finish this damn homework. You need to sleep. You need to sleep.

15. Stare at The Great Gatsby. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

16. Realize what’s up with the silence. Dad’s not snoring anymore. You aren’t feeling like yourself. You need to sleep.

17. Something’s weird.

18. (WAKE UP)

19. ...No. Something’s wrong.

Another Blackout Club story and another Interface Screw, as it were, this time in the form of a (very long) checklist. None of the characters have names (yet). It describes another way a kid could find themself running around at night with the Blackout Club, this time by fighting off the Song just enough to run into a club member who could wake them up the rest of the way. As with Tacet, I still need to write the suspenseful part.

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A Tiny Galaxy - Warframe - 4 chapters planned, 1 complete, 1 in progress - 7.8k and counting

Try it if you don’t believe me, the kid in the vent had said.

It was impossible. It was physically impossible. All of this was impossible. Had the Void...? Could the Void...?

The ship was at a standstill. Her mother had tried to kill her, and something had happened. She’d made something happen. There had been no holoprojector in that kid’s hand. Nothing was impossible anymore.

Jhia took a deep breath. How the heck was she supposed to do this? Was she supposed to feel something, some internal guide? Blue Hair hadn’t said. Feeling incredibly stupid, she did a quick mental checkup on herself. Nothing felt wrong, or different - but now that she thought about it…

Afterward, she would try many times to explain it, and fail every time. The best she could come up with was that once she found the Void, calling on it was as easy and as natural as breathing. She opened her hands in front of her, concentrated on that force like an extension of herself, reopened her eyes, and there it was: a riotous little ball of energy, wisps and motes of light and not-quite-light like a tiny galaxy, the Tau system in the palm of her hand, raging.

More OC backstory time! This one’s for my Tenno, a nerdy fourteen-year-old (at the time of this story, anyway) by the name of Jhia, going through the hell that is the Zariman Ten-Zero and what happened on it. This is possibly the first part of the story I actually wrote: the roll-credits moment when Jhia realizes the Void’s changed her more already than she thought.

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Hearsay - Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina - one-shot - 1k and counting

"Oh? Did they investigate further?"

"They tried. Found a few fingerprints, but they didn't match anyone in the database."

"What's the update, then?"

"Reports from elsewhere in the district of someone not in uniform carrying a Zwei sword. They're slippery, good at avoiding us, which would suggest Syndicate operative to me and HQ. Except that in every one of the descriptions we managed to get, our sword thief is a child."

"What? How?!"

"You tell me, Iona. You're the one who went to the crime scene."

"Right... Jeez, if it's a kid, I guess that'd explain why Petrov thought they weren't a threat..."

"My thoughts exactly. HQ has a fair amount of hearsay to go on, but nobody can quite agree on how old the child is, or whether or not she's with a Syndicate. Most agree that she appears to be a girl, tall for a child, auburn hair, clothes and demeanor typical of a Backstreets native."

"We got a name?"

"They've heard Yeri, Kali, Redbird, Suma, Aelfin... No one knows which is her real one, or if it's even any of them at all."

"Damn. ...Say, are you going to drink that entire pot of coffee?"

"Help yourself."

This is one of those stories that turned into an accidental AU when more of canon came out. The idea behind it is that it’s Kali’s backstory told entirely in conversations in which she did not participate, showcasing the fact that a Fixer’s fame is their livelihood and Kali was about as famous as they come, before the whole L Corp thing happened. Of course, the vast majority of the headcanons here got invalidated with a certain Ruina update, so my motivation’s kinda down on this one.

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Going Back has already been talked about here!

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Ella Disenchanted - The Blackout Club - one-shot (maybe two-shot??) - 1.4k and counting

She woke. Her stomach went through a series of panicked flip-flops as she thought something strange had done it, Dad or a little-kid-nightmares shadow beast had made noise, but no - why had she fallen asleep in the first place? Her butt and shoulder were sore where they’d been leaning on the bottom and side of the windowsill, presumably all night, since the sun was full up over the trees on Old Growth Hill.

All night. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t fall asleep, but she did anyway. God dammit.

As she unfolded herself from her cramped ball, though, she froze. Under the comforter she’d pulled around her shoulders for warmth, she was wearing her gray jacket, a T-shirt, jeans, sneakers getting dried mud all over the carpet.

Last she remembered, she’d been in her pajamas.

In which a Blackout Club kid’s little sister wonders where he’s gone when he runs away to the boxcar, and tries to get to the bottom of the mystery herself. Usually she’d be too young for the club to recruit, but her investigations and an incident involving SAO are more than enough extenuating circumstance. Unlike most of my other WIPs, there’s a whole outline at the end of my doc for this one.

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Making Peace - Warframe - multi-chapter - 1.5k and counting

“I…” Iksoh finally said. “Sorna, I hope you realize. I’m not into this. I never - I’m not doing this. Whatever you’re doing, I can’t.”

“I know,” Sorna said softly. The decision tore at her heart again and she almost backed out of the vent, but no. She had to go. She wouldn’t see another innocent crumple in her rifle sights. “I hope you realize. I’m not coming back.”

Behind her, Iksoh let out a long, shaky breath. “It’s taking all I’ve got not to report you right now. Sorna… the Queens’ll have my head for this. Please, please, let it be worth it. Go. Don’t let them take yours.”

“I won’t,” Sorna promised, and meant it.

Later, after her last fight for her freedom was done, on the Steel Meridian ship headed for Kronia Relay, Sorna looked out at the planet retreating behind her and thought of Iksoh. She’d just learned a new word from a Meridian soldier: vaykor tal, the defector’s spirit. Iksoh had let her go, at risk of their own life. They’d had a bit of the vaykor tal themself, even if they hadn’t known it, even if they’d thought it was just some weakness that was bound to get them killed.

“Ranre treri, duf krun,” she whispered into space, a Grineer well-wishing passed down from sergeant to tube-fresh lancer since time immemorial. May your hands be steady, and may life be kind.

This is an AU born of me and some friends wondering why in the heck Perrin and the Meridian hate each other so much in game. It’s about a group of Kavor - Grineer defectors distinguished from other Meridian members by their pacifism - who get to a Relay and start wondering the same thing. Besides Sorna (and, later in the story, Iksoh as well), there would have been Chakh, Beket, and Sydon, plus at least four of the syndicate leaders and a bunch of side-character OCs, all caught up somehow in what turns out to be a surprisingly far-reaching web of intrigue.

The Slashed Circle - Warframe - one-shot, probably - 429 and counting

In addition to their written and spoken language, the Grineer have a full language of hand signs. It has its quirks, as all languages do - be careful of confusing it with the Corpus sign language, in which the sign for “to pay” roughly approximates the Grineer sign for...a certain portion of the male anatomy. Among these is the common Grineer sentiment against those who defect from their ranks, baked into the sign just as much as their spoken words.

The sign of the slashed circle, the sedashkur - a finger drawn in a circle on the chest, followed by a diagonal line - is the highest of taboos to any loyal Grineer. It shows support for such scum as the Kavor and Steel Meridian, enough so that it forms the basis for the Meridian’s battle standard. To sign the sedashkur is to betray your siblings, commit a grave insult to your superiors, paint a near-indelible target on your back. It is an object of hatred and fear throughout the ranks.

She fears it, yes, but she does not hate it, for all her life and into her death as well. It shouldn’t trouble her now, though. It is easy to hide a language, and she burned her journals before she was called to the fortress.

This is a fic about Jhia and her one (1) converted Kuva Lich, namely about the process of said Lich’s defeat and defection, that kinda never got off the ground. Contrary to this snippet, I think most of it would have been written in what are essentially space emails back and forth between Lich and Tenno? I definitely got as far as Jhia sending an audio recording of a bass-boosted dog fart, anyhow.

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Wake Up, Tenno - Warframe - one-shot - 950 and counting

“Wake up, Tenno.”

She wakes. She is - she is Tenno, right? She is a Tenno? Her mind is confused, so full of fog and dead ends - how long was she asleep?

The voice that woke her seems familiar. She might have loved the speaker, in her scrambled past life, the woman in the purple helmet, the one called Lotus in her HUD vision. Her surroundings are a ruin of some sort. Her body is—

...what?

She can move just fine. Her fingers and arms and legs respond with suspicious ease, given how long she must have slept to be this scattered upon waking up, and yet there’s some fundamental disconnect. This is her Warframe, her body, but it’s not her body somehow.

...wait, where did the term “Warframe” come from?

A Tenno, unnamed but intended to be Jhia on my end, wakes up on Earth at the very beginning of the in-game storyline. Since the tutorial has gotten an overhaul in recent months, I may have to modify even what little I have on this a lot.

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Midnight - Iconoclasts - poem - 280 and counting

been anything smaller than been anything

never been anything smaller than

“good morning, how’s miss grump doing today? i heard about that last mission...if you didn’t sleep well i can call you in sick, it’s alright-” “oh, shut up, grey”

there has never been anything

“oh, shut up, grey” “love you too”

smaller

“love you too”

than

A very fragmented, stream-of-consciousness-y poem meant to represent Agent Black’s failing sanity near the end of the game. The words of her famous one-liner (“there has never been anything smaller than me”) are interspersed, out of order until the end, with poetic descriptions of other characters and bits and pieces of a flashback involving Agent Grey.

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Heliotropism - Iconoclasts - one-shot - 1.1k and counting

Lily, though she’s superstitious, will have none of these self-important truths, none of these semblances of certainty when really all it is is wishing on Ivory and hoping for the best. She calls for Miss Andress instead.

A stout but severe woman with ten grandchildren and a great-grandchild on the way, Miss Andress is perhaps the quintessential matriarch: nurturing, selfless, brutally honest. She is the one the people of 17 trust when they feel they can trust no one else. Lily needs the kind of reassurance only she can give, with the authority of ninety-one years and the wisdom of two sons, one daughter, and some five dogs raised under her care.

When Miss Andress visits House 4, she asks Polro and Lily to each bring an object they cherish the most. For Polro it’s his largest wrench, pitted with use but still polished to a brassy shine; Lily surprises everyone by pulling out a tiny, unloaded stun-gun, and surprises them more by not explaining it at all. Miss Andress doesn’t question it. She just turns the two tools over and over in her hands, head bowed, squinting at them as if trying to read the secrets of the universe in the scratches carved into them by time.

Finally she straightens up and sighs, pushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. Her forehead is slick with sweat, though the night is cool outside. “I don’t know what she’ll do,” the wise woman says, heavily, as if delivering bad news. “I just know she’ll change the world.”

Can you tell I like backstory fic? This one is for Robin, with one short anecdote for each year of her life, up to age 17 and the events of the game. It’s also an excuse to world-build a bunch, lol.

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Arrhythmia - Crypt of the NecroDancer - one-shot(?) - 4k and counting

The creature didn’t say anything, just beckoned to the shadows. Before I could move, two other creatures came for me, sending the other humans - former humans? - scrambling away in panic. One landed a hard blow on the back of my head that sent me to my hands and knees, seeing sparks; the other said “Freeze!” and I could only watch as ice sprouted from the leaf litter, cementing me to the ground.

The one who’d hit me produced a dagger from the inside of its cloak. I tried to pull myself up, to do anything at all to keep myself from getting shanked, but it was no good. There must have been a secondary effect on that spell; my limbs wouldn’t respond. I felt the dagger tear cloth in the region of my back, and prepared for the pain.

It didn’t come. The creature cut a slit in the back of my tunic, then another. Neither one touched the skin at all. I can’t really describe what happened next - my brain was having trouble computing how my arms were in front of me, visible, unable to move, but it felt like the creature was pulling them through the gashes in my tunic, but that was wrong, they didn’t feel like arms at all.

“Holy fuck,” I heard someone say.

The ice holding me down melted into nothing as the spell wore off. I jumped back up, head spinning a little, ready for another fight, only to spot two flicks of scarlet in my peripheral vision. I spun around, but they moved with me.

I think I already knew what they were. I just couldn’t admit it to myself.

You’ve already seen this one, Nick, though I’m pretty sure it was well over two years ago. It’s a pile of old headcanons, some of them now outdated I’m pretty sure, about how Nocturna ended up a vampire in the first place and a little bit about how vampire society works. According to Google Docs, I’ve been stuck on this one since March 2018. Whoops.

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untitled (working title “adult citra meets an impostor bc what is self-control”) - Among Us - one-shot - 572 and counting

“I know. You’re stuck, aren’t you?” Having well and truly gotten their full attention, Citra continues, “God, I can barely imagine. Having to take a weird-ass host whose biology might even be toxic to you, I don’t know. Needing to get to a whole other galaxy, feeling like the only way to do that is by deception and death.” “How…?”

She sighs. “I told you, this isn’t my first rodeo. One of your kind saved my life when I was a kid. Since he’d killed Mom and Dad had been out of the picture long before, he stayed here and helped raise me afterward. It’s how I learned to pronounce...a few of your words, at least.”

“You missed the ‘H’ sound.”

“Isn’t that the one that’s literally impossible to do right with Terran anatomy?”

“Maybe. You think I know Terran anatomy all that well?”

Citra chuckles. “Fair point. You let us find your buddy and fix the ship, I’ll raise Xai when we get comms back and he can try and help you get home. Deal?”

I found an Among Us comic on Tumblr, absolutely ran into left field with it to make a couple of OCs, and then made AUs of those OCs because of course I did. This one is from a future scenario in which Citra (typically orange) meets someone rather familiar on a mission with the crew of the Skeld.

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untitled (working title “library of ruina but they adopt half the guests”) - Library of Ruina - length uncertain - 1k and counting

“And what happened to not caring about others because it’s a waste of time and heartache?”

Now it’s Roland’s turn to sigh. “I don’t care about him. I just don’t want the guilt of killing - look at him, he can’t be older than eighteen or nineteen!”

Raised eyebrow. “Finn will be twenty years old in fifteen days’ time. He is a legal adult. I fail to see why this should matter to either of us.”

“He’s fresh off his first Fixer license! I have years of experience! He had no idea what he was getting into when he signed that invitation and you know it!”

Angela fixes him with a glare that turns his stomach, his freshly remade body reacting to the memory of its sudden, and extremely painful, dismemberment. “I could quite literally hold your soul in my hands if I wanted,” she reminds him in an undertone of steel. “I must do the same for him, following the invitation’s guidance, or my entire plan will be lost, my coworkers’ sacrifices all for naught. Do not disappoint me or ask any more impertinent questions. You know what to do, and what will happen if you do not.”

Look, some of the people you fight in this game deserved so much better, okay? I came up with an AU concept where if a guest willingly concedes the fight and agrees to stick around, you can get their book without killing them. Finn doesn’t die; neither do Tomerry or Shi Association; all the former employees realize exactly what’s going on with Philip after the Wedge Office fight and manage to calm him down, avoiding the whole Crying Children situation. (And then Gebura makes him collect his jaw off the floor by revealing herself as the Red Mist.)

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The one that’s a D&D world concept doesn’t have anything concrete written for it yet. (Don’t read this bit if you might want to play in my campaign at some point!) Instead of your typical Forgotten Realms planar setup, the world at large would be called the Seven Spheres, each of them different in terms of climate, geography, native species and magic, etc. The First Sphere would be the most “generic” one (to our way of thinking) and the main setting of the campaign; it would also be the smallest of the Seven, its primary continent home to a former empire of dragons that spanned most of the Sphere until its mysterious fall a thousand years ago.

Now, since the empire fell, the dragons and their children have slowly been dying out. Best estimates are that there’s only a thousand or two left in the entire First Sphere, with fewer eggs hatched every decade. The player characters enter a world with pretty typical low-level quests to start with, but every so often, especially if they engage with optional story stuff (this would be a more roleplay-focused than combat-focused campaign), they get wind of changes in the air - a failed harvest here, an unusually hot and stormy summer there, a trade war once they start hitting mid-levels.

It mimics real-world climate change in all but cause. As coastal cities struggle to contend with rising seas and, more alarmingly, wizards all over the Sphere start to notice their magic falter and wane, the PCs’ goal becomes getting to the bottom of this. And what’s at the bottom is...your typical Nerd fusion of science with fantasy settings.

The Seven Spheres are not planes of existence in the normal D&D sense, but seven planets in the same solar system, each with its own ancient god far more powerful than any god in any mortal pantheon; the First Sphere is so named because it’s closest to the sun. These planetary gods are incredibly large and incredibly alien, thinking in geologic time and concepts far too broad and slow for most sapient beings to comprehend. A thousand years ago, the fall of the dragon empire was caused by an ill-advised ritual meddling with the god of the First Sphere’s natural process of rebirth, causing said god to die without a replacement.

It’s taken this long for the First Sphere to feel the effects because, again, geologic time - a thousand years is a blink of an eye in this kind of time scale. But now the ancient earth-magic that had kept the Sphere’s climate temperate and its magicians in business is failing. The dragons, as beings of magic intrinsically, have been failing all along. And now it’s up to the PCs, up at level 17-20 if not higher by that point, to figure out how to fix the situation and find a new planetary god for the First Sphere before the whole Sphere burns to death.

#bulletnick #wow this got long #you're right i did want to talk about all of them though

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hello! I’m in the mood for a MONSTER of a fic like something above 30 chapters and just fine character development and I don’t mind dark endings but maybe something with hermione and tom end up together. Sorry for the trouble!

Hey Anon. I got you! Not sure if you’ve already read some of these classic Tomiones, but threw them in all the same. All of these are over 30chapters in length and I threw in a couple in progress that are looking to end with them together. Enjoy! -JD

Somewhere in Time by SerpentInRed

M | Complete | 345k

Sent back in time by a mysterious person and trapped in the past with a missing Dumbledore and an overbearing, charismatic Dark Lord, they had no idea how much they could dabble with time before the world they had known shattered into pieces.

Building a Mystery by StBridgit

M | Complete | 256k

Avoidance of death provides a powerful impetus for Lord Voldemort to use more than one method to stay alive. If the Horcruxes were not his final play, what would happen? Would it be worth the price he will pay? Hermione finds herself out of place and out of time. What will she do when there is nowhere to run? A Tomione pairing that morphs into LV/Hermione. Reviews welcome!

Champion by I M Sterling

M | Complete | 255k

The war is much larger, far longer, and much deeper than they could have imagined: fought on a scale that baffles the limits of human understanding. In such a world, perhaps it isn’t surprising when Hermione Granger is sent back in time to rescue Tom Riddle’s soul before he has the chance to destroy it. Rated M.

Shared Flame by Lady Miya

M | Complete | 311k

It all started when two normally clever individuals both had a really lousy day.

Ultima ratio by Winterblume

M | Complete | 737k

Ultima ratio - the last resort. At last the day of the Final Battle against Lord Voldemort has come. Harry, Ron and Hermione fight bravely against their nemesis - but then something goes wrong. And Hermione finds herself alone in a precarious situation.

Nightmare by provocative envy

M | Complete | 163k

COMPLETE: A broken time turner shouldn’t have sent me back so far. It was unprecedented. Stepping on it-smashing it-nothing should have happened. At most, I should have lost a week. At worst, I should have disappeared altogether. I shouldn’t have traveled back fifty-two years; half a bloody century. This should not have happened. HG/TR.

Serpentine Moves by betagyre

M | Complete | 357k

Medieval Norman Conquest AU. Fourteen years after eloping with a Muggle, Merope Riddle, of an English wizarding noble family, discovers that she and her son are the last of the line, so she petitions for her title and fiefdom back. Meanwhile Lord and Lady Granger are minor nobility who want their daughter taught magic, but Lord Malfoy, appointed by William the Conqueror to rule English wizards, won’t allow an unattached Muggle-born to study alongside young purebloods at Hogwarts. Merope and the Grangers make common cause and betroth their children, thwarting him for now. But war is coming, and a long, dark path lies ahead.

Veal & Venison {Tomione || 1940s/1990s} by Patagonian

Unrated | Complete | 277k

In the language of literature, there exists a seemingly-concrete, antonymous relationship between good and evil, light and dark, hero and monster. And yet, we often disregard the transition from one to another, in which the ‘bad guy’ becomes ‘good.’ Perhaps it was the cruel mistreatment of Tom Marvolo Riddle as a child, or maybe it was the bloodline of Slytherin’s heir himself that made the boy into the ‘monster’ who cannot be named. Or, perhaps it was simply because he did not know that his heart would beat in such a frenzy, that his cheeks would redden like a crimson rose, and that his normally-calm facade would melt under the simple gaze of the time-travelling heroine. If I were to bet, I’d say it’s the latter. But it matters not why Voldemort could not love, for this is not a story about Voldemort. This is the story of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and how he came into direct conflict and company with the 'brightest witch of her age’ … fifty-years ahead. This is the story of love’s recognition, in which the force does not suddenly develop between two people, but a poignant emotion, different for each individual, is uniquely described to be 'love.’ Maybe Tom Riddle never loved, much like that of Voldemort. However, as one chooses to stubbornly believe, love existed for Tom Marvolo Riddle as long as he chose to believe that he loved Hermione Jean Granger.

Time Changes All Things: NOW Complete! by ssdawning

M | Complete | 224k

Hermione travels back in time to seek revenge on Tom Riddle and he pursues her, while Hermione’s power grows, will her plans change to destroy Riddle? Will Tom change her and the bigger question is…will she like the dark side? Only time will tell.

The Snake Charmer by midnightweeds

M | Complete | 315k

Hermione Granger travels to the past to learn the Dark Lord’s secrets. During her stay, she finds herself in a precarious situation. Will she return to the world she left behind? Or will her stay with Tom Riddle alter her future forever?

The Three Portals by violingrl07

T | Complete | 202k

After the final battle, Hermione is trapped. Then fate sends her much further from home than she could have imagined, into the arms of Tom Riddle. Ambition and fear war with love and integrity as Hermione tries to create a new future for the whole world.

Tearing at the Fabric by You'reABirdOfTheSummer

T | Complete | 120k

An unlikely, yet undoubtedly brilliant trio take on a huge task. When war is over and nobody wins, there is nothing left to do but go back to the beginning and stop the hate which sparked an inferno. AU-time line and plot differences, time travel. Complete.

unsphere the stars by cocoartist

M | Complete | 233k

When you can’t change time, but you can’t go forward, what is left? Hermione learns how to be the protagonist of her own story. [EWE] [Tomione*]

Strange Attractors by Orange et Blue Morality

M | WIP | 366k

Unspeakable Granger wakes up with missing memories in Hogwarts…in 1942. Hermione might not remember much, but she knew that even post-Voldemort, there were many wannabe dark lords she and her friends had to fight against. If she changed the wizarding world, maybe they’d be more prepared against them in the future. But who is that prefect, and why does her mind itch at seeing him?

Aca-demic Arrangements by dulce.de.leche.go

M | WIP | 113k

Modern AU - Primarily Tomione but other pairings will happen (het/slash) - Hermione’s just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world. She took the midnight plane on a journey to LA in order to pursue her dream. What could possibly go wrong? - Not quite a crack!fic. Un-beta’d and rated M for sexual references, situations, and a lot of language. An a cappella story of aca-love.

#Ask tomionefinds #tomione #epic #complete #rated m #happy ending #slow burn #Multichapter #incomplete #fluff #fluff & angst #action #Adventure #hogwarts #time turner/time travel #magical au

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blustersquall · 7 years

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a...work in progress for gladio and isla, that is probably gonna get smutty at some point. or as smutty as my shit gets. like, when my brain starts to work again. i’m super tired rn. enjoy this non proof read wip.

established friendship, like... just before the events of ffxv/kingsglaive and where gladio and isla have been friends for about a year.

taglets: @ffxvhoe @mp938368 [again i hope that’s okay]

It was never Isla’s intention for Gladio to stay the night.

She had a rule after all, no guys in her place, just in case she needed a safe space if things went bad. Though, that rule was really only made to apply to men she was in a relationship with. She wasn’t in a relationship with Gladio. They were friends. If she was totally frank, he was probably her closest male friend, ever. So, him staying over when it got past midnight and with the rain utterly torrential was nothing. Just a friendly gesture.

It didn’t matter that they’d shared her bed. Or that she was attracted to him. Had been attracted to him since the first time he walked into her bar. It didn’t matter that her attraction to him had only grown over time, and she was utterly frustrated with how oblivious he was to it. There were only so many signs a woman could throw out there, without writing the obvious down. Or simply throwing herself at a man.

Which she had been tempted to do.

On more than one occasion.

Still, there he was. Taking up three quarters of her bed with his height and size, all but crushing her against the wall. So-much-so she couldn’t even reach across to check the time on her phone because it would mean disturbing him.

She supposed there were worse places to be. Worse people to be sharing a bed with and waking up beside. And, she would be lying if she said she hadn’t daydreamed about it.

He snored like a beast. More that once Isla was sure she felt the bed frame shake, but it was more hilarious that annoying. At last she had found something about him that was a flaw. Something she could tease him endlessly about. Though, she doubted something as stupid as snoring would bother him in the least. He was hot, too. Not just visually, but his body temperature was through the roof. Isla didn’t even need a blanket with him sleeping beside her. He was a human heater.

Lying on her side, she leaned up, shifting to be able to lie on her front and up on her forearms. Her movement didn’t seem to disturb him and it gave her a moment to observe him from a different, higher angle.

Gladio knew how beautiful he was. And he was beautiful, but Isla had never really had the chance to examine him up close before. Not without him talking and ruining the moment. Now, she could. And she saw a softer side of him that she rarely saw. Occasionally, it appeared. The small, gentle smile there, a warm, affectionate gaze there, but those were few and far between. Now, as he slept, the softness was all across his face, in his cheeks, and the relaxed parting of his full lips. In the way his eyes were closed and his eyelashes fanned across his cheekbones. There were no lines marring his forehead. There was no frown in his expression, no harshness.

It betrayed his youth. He was the next Shield of the King, and that came with an abundance of responsibilities already. Too many for someone not even twenty-five, but Gladio shouldered them all and rarely complained. Here and now, he looked like any other young man, sleeping soundly and dreaming… Isla hoped he was dreaming something pleasant.

She examined the pattern of his tattoo. The way the feathers were so intricately layered and detailed over his arms and his shoulders before they disappeared onto his back. Each feather was individually inked, no single one the same as any other. The bird’s face on his chest moved with his breaths, making it seem as though the beak was opening and closing ever-so-subtly. Isla watched it for a while, watched him and listened, revelling in this sanctuary and the peace it provided. Peace that would soo be disturbed as they would each have to begin the day,

Gladio, especially, needed to make a move. He was meant to be accompanying the Prince on a trip to Altissia for his wedding and there was no way he could be late for that.

Isla knew she would have to wake him herself and reluctantly set about the task. She plucked one of her small braids between her thumb and forefinger, gripping with the tuft of hair poking out from the hair tie. She tickled the end of Gladio’s nose, smirking as he grunted ad wafted a hand over his face in a vague attempt to get rid of the annoyance.

“C’mon, Wonder Boy,” Isla murmured, brushing her hair over his top lip, “time to wake up. You can’t leave the Prince waiting…”

“Mmph,” Gladio waved his hand again, grunting and his voice rumbling an incoherant excuse that was simply a moan. He opened one eye a little, closed it, and rolled over, facing Isla. Without opening his eyes again, he took hold of her hand – the one gripping her small braid – and led it back to drape over his shoulder and behind him. Isla toppled onto her side, giggling and allowing Gladio to move her. She began to twist her fingers around his hair, and he left his top arm lying lazily over her hip, the tips of his fingers drawing abstract shapes.

“Not a morning person?” Isla asked.

Another grunted response. Gladio moved closer, and instinctively Isla shifted her legs to accomdate his closeness, sliding her top leg between his and inching towards him. They were nose-to-nose. Isla could feel the breaths he expelled against her mouth. She didn’t think they’d ever been as close as this before.

“Gladio,” Isla pushed again, “you have to get up.”

“Tryin’ t’get rid of me?” grumbled Gladio, eyes half-opening. He looked at her blearily from beneath heavily hooded eyelids. His gaze took several seconds to focus, and when it did, his expression softened from mild annoyance from being awoken, and discomfort from the sunlight, to warmth and genuine affection. Isla’s stomach twisted uncomfortably tight in her gut, and she was sure if she was standing her legs would have given way. “G’mornin’…” Gladio smiled, tilting his head back a little to press a peck to the end of her nose. He spread his hand across her back, guiding her closer to him so they were all but chest-to-chest – the only obstacle between them being Isla’s arm, curled up against her body and the mattress.

“Hey,” Isla smiled. She tried not to let the kiss on her nose break her focus. Nor the sweetness in his expression. The way he stroked her back was not in the least bit distracting. Neither was the smell of him now on her pillow, in her sheets, and so close she could taste it on her tongue.

“Hey…” mumbled Gladio, wearing a sleepy smile. Isla hated how he could be as adorable as he was, sometimes. Especially when she needed to be kicking him out of bed and starting the day. They both needed to start the day. Exhaling deeply, Gladio closed his eyes and relaxed back into the tempting lull of sleep. He brushed his fingers along Isla’s spine and up towards the nape of her neck, tickling the bare flesh he found with a delicate touch she found surprising for a man with hands as large as his. Isla didn’t say anything in response, selfishly wanting to spend the time with her bedfellow. To be as close as possible before he left for… however long he was leaving. After all, even he didn’t know. They could text, and call – but it wouldn’t be the same.

After a few minutes of soft touches and silence broken only by their breathing, the birds outside, and the occasional car chuntering by, Gladio spoke again, “this is nice.” His eyes still closed, Isla looked at him quizzically, “I could get used to this.”

“Sleeping in?” asked Isla.

“Waking up. With you.” Gladio’s eyes slipped open and his warm copper eyes met hers, “I could get used to waking up with you.”

Dozens of words and phrases jammed themselves onto Isla’s tongue and into her head, battling to be said. Several reactions of what she should do or how she should behave in response to a comment so touching and intimate flooded her senses, yet none of them took. Isla was stone. Stunned and her voice was gone. Not that it mattered as Gladio grew closer, centimetre by centimetre, tilting his head as much as the pillows would allow, brushing the end of her nose with his as if questioning if she was alright, if his closeness was allowed, and if she was giving permission for him to kiss her; because that was what he was about to do. He was about to kiss her, and he was going to let him. She was going to let him, and kiss him back and possibly not allow him to leave her bed if he did. She was going to—

Her thoughts stopped, broken by the loud, obnoxious tone of a phone alarm. Blinking in confusion, Isla saw the source of the noise was Gladio’s phone on her bedside table. Without a word, Gladio rolled over to grab it, tapped a button, and threw his phone unceremoniously across her apartment in vague direction. The chiming stopped. Gladio rolled back into his previous position, facing her, and before Isla could question him for the time, his mouth was on hers.

Isla’s mind went blank.

Every thought, every word, every question and feeling fleeing and being replaced by one, all consuming thing: Gladio. He cupped her jaw, thumb resting in the hollow under her chin, while his fingers gentle nestled into her hair. His lips, rough on hers, moved in tandem, meeting ever subtle change of her mouth, every little addition of pressure. Warmth simmering in Isla’s chest and belly erupted into a bubbling, nervous heat and she suddenly didn’t care that he needed to go to the Citadel to meet with the Prince and begin the trip to Altissia. She didn’t care that she was being selfish, and keeping him from his sacred duty. She didn’t care that this was coming out of no where, and probably the worst idea in the history of bad ideas.

All that mattered was that he was there. He was with her, real, and present, and kissing her.

tbc at some point because fuckin’ tiiiiirrrrredddddd (couples waking up together is my weakness)

#gladio #gladio amicitia #final fantasy #ff15 #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #final fantasy xv #writing #my writing #gladio x oc #gladiolus x oc #isla octavia #gladio x isla #utterly self indulgent #fluff #so much fluff #to be continued #work in progress

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1000-directions · 7 years

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For writer ask meme: 1, 11, 13, 27, 36, 53

11 and 13 were already answered

1. Tell us about your WIP!

idk if i properly have a WIP, but i have timetravelverse and aokiverse as sort of...outstanding projects, i guess. but i wouldn’t say either is properly “in progress” at the moment. i’ve talked about timetravelverse before, it has a tag if you want to investigate it, but i haven’t really talked about aokiverse. it just sort of happened after i watched steve aoki’s documentary and started thinking about how steve and louis are similar and different. it’s theoretically about the two of them building a friendship and then louis losing his mum and needing someone else to disappear into, which ends up being steve, who is just like so chill in some respects and such a hardworking motherfucker in others. but overall just a really positive and affectionate and nurturing kind of person, while still seeming much younger than his age and up for a good time. but then he also works like 300 days a year, etc, he’s very dichotomous, it’s very interesting to me. i use the tags “st.louis” and “tonight make me unstoppable” to talk about this one.

27. Every writer's least favorite question - where does your inspiration come from? Do you do certain things to make yourself more inspired? Is it easy for you to come up with story ideas?

so this might be shitty of me, but i get inspired to almost play devil’s advocate and defend things that people aren’t into? like, people aren’t into louis getting back together with eleanor? i’m gonna write the shit out of it. louis got an idiotic penguin tattoo? i will make that a stupidly touching plot point. louis and eleanor can’t stop wearing ugly matching tracksuits? no offense but they are TEAM TOMMO and i’m gonna give you some emotions about it. i also get inspired a lot by pictures, just like one little moment without any context. i think it’s a nice jumping-off point. i’m always going to write more for emotions than for plot, so for me it’s important to have some sort of emotional resonance with whatever i’m writing, even if it’s not a situation i’ve been in. like, my life and louis tomlinson’s life are extremely different in most regards, but i wrote his depression like i would write my depression, and i’ve spent several months really wanting to write about my depression and not being able to identify a comfortable way to do it directly, so this was a helpful way for me to unintentionally work through some shit.

36. Post a snippet

i truly don’t think i have anything left that i haven’t posted. maybe a sentence here and there, but it’s not much. i just dug up the last piece of original fiction i wrote, maybe like eight years ago? you can have a bit of that, if you want. it’s got a very different feel from most of my stuff, very deliberately detached. this is something that meant a lot to me at the time that i was writing it, but i feel very little emotion reading back over it now, which is unnerving.

he listens to the track seventeen times in a row while she flips through his notebook, marking some pages with tiny check marks and others with Xs. when everyone returns from lunch, lazy and unfocused, she slips away. he reviews her review. she likes the same things that he likes, and she doesn’t like the page where he wrote “this is a fucking waste of time” over and over in tiny scrawl until his hand hurt. sometimes, he has to write just to write, and he has explained this to her, but she still doesn’t like his negativity.

he goes into the bathroom, and he runs the water in the sink, and he ducks down to get his head close to the tap, and he whispers to it, “this is a fucking waste of time. this is a fucking waste of time.” later, when everyone else has gone, he will sample this and bury it somewhere in the mix, and it will be their secret.

they leave for the night, and he stays for the night, and then the rain starts. he wanders from room to room, dimming lights, cutting through the empty rooms like a ghost. he moves through things without changing them.

in the kitchen, the rain is more insistent. there is a leak somewhere in the roof, and the water is coming closer and closer to him. in the morning, someone will find the wet patch on the ceiling, and men will come out and plug the holes, and this is his only opportunity to sit here, cross-legged on the floor, listening to the droplets plying at the thinning ceiling like fingers on skin. this is his favorite noise today. this is the best part of today.

he falls asleep on the kitchen floor, and he wakes up on the kitchen floor. she is sitting on the counter, just watching him, her legs dangling like they are connected to two separate bodies. he makes coffee and drinks it, and she watches him quietly. she is waiting for him to speak first, but he won’t.

a door opens somewhere, and it lets in the clamor of directionless people walking vaguely towards a paycheck. she hops off the counter and disappears, and he drinks another cup of coffee and thinks about water and rain, and he wonders if evaporation makes a noise.

53. What is the first line of your WIP?

timetravelverse:

Baby Louis shows up just after midnight in the nebulous space that is not quite Louis' birthday anymore but doesn't feel like Christmas just yet. Either way, he is pretty much the worst gift ever.

#timetravelverse #st.louis #tonight make me unstoppable #asks #meme #writing #Anonymous

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The Tracklist of Friendship Ch. 4

First I Previous I Next (In Progress)

Yuri on Ice I G I Phichit & Yuuri I 8k WIP

The story of Yuuri and Phichit’s friendship, but told through the songs that mean the most to them.

Read on AO3 I Patreon I FF.net or under cut

It was not uncommon for skaters to not follow the sport closely or to not watch every single performance of every competition. Some skaters only kept up with their rivals, rinkmates or countrymen, and others focused solely on themselves. Yuuri didn’t understand that at all. Yuuri had fallen in love with skating after being touched by the beauty, grace and elegance of it. The emotional interpretations of piano music easily moved him to tears, and the exciting performance of music from pop culture could make his heart race as if he was the one skating, and those were not feelings he could obtain by watching himself stumbling through yet another combination. But he could watch and enjoy others.

The summer between seasons was always a living hell for skating fans who could only look forward to the season’s beginning in early autumn. And as a proud skating fan himself, Yuuri spent much of his free time watching some of his favorite performances. Stephane Lambiel’s winning free skate at his last world championship that had won him the gold. Chris’ magnificent short program at the Sochi Olympics, which had marked him as the second man to reach the one hundred point barrier, and, of course, Viktor.

It was hard for Yuuri to pick a favorite of Viktor’s programs, because what would he even choose? Viktor got better as the years passed, but some performances were so deeply etched into Yuuri’s heart that they could be seen as nothing but sheer masterpieces. Viktor’s junior world winning free skate, which had set a high score forever remembered in skating history, and had been the first program Yuuri had ever seen from his idol. His Olympic programs, from both Vancouver and Sochi, which had marked him as one of the rare individuals to repeat as the Olympic champion. His exhibitions which were like an artistic expression of himself, so special and unique, he ascended all skaters who came before him and those who would come after. And, of course…

“Is that Viktor’s swan program from Euros?” Phichit asked as he stepped through the door, coming home from practice, “Haven’t you seen that a million times?”

“Probably,” Yuuri answered, never once taking his eyes off of the screen, enchanted by Viktor’s skating.

“I always knew you were a skating fan,” Phichit said, and sat down to watch the rest of the program with him, “But I’m starting to think that you’re just a fan of Viktor.”

“Just because he’s my favorite doesn’t mean I can’t like others,” Yuuri said as the program ended.

“And yet, it’s always Viktor’s programs you seem to watch,” Phichit pointed out. Yuuri only now picking up on the teasing tone in his voice.

“Well, he is my favorite,” Yuuri said again, not becoming another one of Phichit’s victims, and his best friend seemingly gave up on the whole thing, “How was practice?” Yuuri asked as the video ended after screen-Viktor had gotten his scores.

“It was fine, except Ciao-Ciao remains unconvinced that my short program is any good. I mean, the man chose the music, and I’m trying my best here,” Phichit ranted on. Yuuri had had first row seats to the dramatic event that was Phichit and his short program this season. Obviously, Celestino only had the best of intentions, since his most talented junior was now moving up to the senior ranks. A magnificent senior debut could do wonders for Phichit, if it was done right, and Celestino was trying his very best to do it right, but sometimes he and Phichit weren’t quite on the same page.

“I’m sure it will be great when the season starts,” Yuuri assured him, because Phichit had the ability to make absolutely everything work and really, this was hardly the worst thing he had had to overcome.

“Are you going to stay up tonight?” Phichit asked him suddenly, and Yuuri thought about it for a second, only to realize that, no, he had no clue what Phichit was talking about.

“Why?”

“‘Why?’, you ask,” Phichit shook his head in disappointment, “For the assignments of course! They’ll be out around midnight! Maybe you’ll share assignments with Viktor!”

“I never do though,” Yuuri said plainly, because that was the harsh reality, “My only hope of seeing him during the grand prix would be at the Finals, but I’d have to make it there first.”

“You’ll get two assignments though, and you’re so good-” “Don’t exaggerate.” “-You could totally make it to the Finals.”

“I’m lucky that I’m even getting two assignments considering how my season went,” Yuuri sighed, forcing Sochi out of his mind, but then looked up at Phichit who was both pouting and looking at him like he was about to scold him.

“Don’t call your own skill luck!” Phichit exclaimed, “You finished sixth at worlds, guaranteeing yourself two assignments. And! Before you say some self-deprecating shit! You were over ten points ahead of seventh place and less than a point from fifth. Hell, six more points and you would have gotten a medal, so you take that negative attitude and shove it right up Viktor’s ass,” Phichit finished dramatically, but Yuuri could only shake his head, remaining majorly unconvinced by Phichit’s speech.

“America is rubbing off on you.”

***

In the end, Yuuri didn’t have a say in the matter, because Phichit wanted to stay up for the assignments, and in the process he convinced Yuuri to watch anime with him (“How did you go through life without watching Fullmetal Alchemist?”, Phichit had questioned him last week, and since then movie night had turned into Brotherhood night).

The assignments did indeed come out at midnight, and Phichit dramatically revealed them to Yuuri who was only mildly interested. He had a good idea of where he would be competing anyway.

“First up is...” “Skate America.” “Skate America! Thank you, my lovely audience,” Phichit said dramatically, his phone in one hand and a comb in the other, pretending that the latter was a microphone as he paced back and forth in front of Yuuri who was sat on the bed, “In this competition we will see the amazingly talented Katsuki Yuuri!” Yuuri clapped, and cheered a little just to entertain Phichit, and his roommate kept going, “and! The equally enticing Phichit Chulanont will make his senior grand prix debut alongside his rinkmate and best friend.” Yuuri cheered a little harder for that. He was happy to have been assigned the same competition as Phichit.

“Moving on to Skate Canada, where Olympic Champion Viktor Nikiforov will make his season debut, probably, assuming that he won’t do a challenger series or anything else like he usually doesn’t,” Phichit spoke in one breath, rushing the last part as he was running out of breath, which made Yuuri smile gleely.

Phichit, unsurprisingly, continued his little show until he had gone through all of the assignments, proving Yuuri right that he didn’t share a single event with Viktor. Of course, that dream had been dead since Phichit had said that Viktor was going to Canada. Top skaters usually got assigned to their home country (even if Yuuri absolutely hated it), which meant that Viktor’s second assignment was in Russia, while Yuuri’s was in Japan. Phichit only had one assignment, and would have to rely on withdrawals from other skaters if he wanted another one.

“You could totally make it to Finals, Yuuri!” Phichit beamed, as they sat down to properly examine the assignments.

It was… not impossible, Yuuri would give Phichit that, but neither of his assignments looked like they’d be a walk in the park. Right off the bat, he was facing Cao Bin, the two-time and defending Four Continents Champion, and currently the best Asian skater as far as results went. There was also the junior world silver medalist, Leo de la Iglesia, whom Yuuri had had the pleasure of training with quite a few times, but was a real threat to the podium as well. And to top it off, Russia’s Georgi Popovich, who had finished in the top six at the Olympics. It was a tough field, but Yuuri didn’t need a win to get to the Finals. Just a medal or two, depending on the color of the first one.

Yuuri’s second assignment was the very last competition of the series, not counting the Finals, which meant that pressure was imminent. If he wanted to qualify, he had to do well in America, because when had he last taken an international medal in Japan? Yuuri would have to go all the way back to his senior debut for that. NHK Trophy saw a deadly combination of world junior champion Jean-Jacques Leroy (JJ people called him?), European bronze medalist Michele Crispino, and a handful of talented Japanese skaters, two of whom had joined Yuuri on the podium at last season’s national championship. So, yeah, not impossible, but certainly not easy.

“Well,” Yuuri said slowly still looking at the assignments, “Let’s see what happens.”

***

The grand prix series was soon forgotten as Yuuri jumped on the first plane to Japan for a two week trip, where he would do some work with the media and, more importantly, take part in one of Japan’s infamous ice shows. He had had to turn down Fantasy on Ice due to exams, but as a figure skater who didn’t win every competition he attended, he couldn’t quite live without shows. And Yuuri liked them too. It was a chance to skate with little to no pressure on him, while getting to do some run throughs of his programs.

Your fans are so quick! Phichit wrote two days after Yuuri had arrived in Japan. He was getting ready to sleep, but couldn’t quite interpret Phichit’s message.

What do you mean? He asked in a straightforward manner, sitting in the hotel bed with the duvet covering his legs, and a pillow propped up to support his back. It wasn’t all that comfortable.

What do I mean? Yuuri, yuuri, yuuri. Phichit wrote each ‘Yuuri’ as a new message, because he was completely incapable of having a text be longer than five words. Translating! He then explained. Your interview only aired just four hours ago and there already plenty of English, Chinese and Russian translations! No one translates my interviews that quickly :/

Maybe you’re just not noticing? Yuuri said to move the conversation from himself to Phichit. He didn’t really like the idea of having a dedicated fanbase. In fact, he found it hard to imagine. He knew there were some fans. No skater had no fans, but when you compared to the horde of fans following Viktor Nikiforov, well, it all fell slightly flat.

Yuuri, yuuri, yuuri, Phichit wrote again, social media is my entire existence. I would notice.

You’d think that a skater of your level would cite skating as your entire existence, Yuuri teased slightly, and just as he had said that, Phichit deleted his previous message before sending a new one.

You have no proof.

Yuuri laughed lightly at that and decided to go to bed.

***

The ice show became the first showing of Yuuri’s new short program set to Moonlight Sonata and, according to Phichit, it was well received. During the last three shows, Phichit was invited to join them, along with a couple of other skaters, one of which, was Viktor Nikiforov.

“You could just talk to him, you know,” Phichit whispered as they were all changing into their costumes for the opening performance during their very last show. Phichit hadn’t understood why Yuuri didn’t just talk to Viktor, but he didn’t force his hand.

“And say what? ‘I really like your skating?’ That makes me seem like a crazy fan,” Yuuri rambled. He had already promised himself that he would show Viktor who he was when he was good enough to stand on the same ice as him. Perhaps, this year’s Finals…

“I think liking his skating just makes you a regular person,” Phichit reasoned, but Yuuri had no time to argue back, before one of the organizers of the event informed them that the show would be starting soon.

In the line up of skaters performing, Yuuri and Viktor were the last two, with Viktor being the finishing performance. It was something about popularity, which meant that the national champion - that was Yuuri - was placed towards the end, but since Viktor was… well, Viktor, he got to close the show. Not that Yuuri minded, it took away some of the attention from him, as he had been the finishing act up until now.

Yuuri skated his program better than he had all week. Landed his quad toe, and his triple lutz-triple toe combination perfectly, and topped it off with a triple axel. It was the first time since he had gotten the program that he had skated it cleanly, and at an ice show no less! It was quite the confidence boost for Yuuri and, though he might have imagined it, the applause felt louder this time than during the previous shows.

As Yuuri existed the rink, he passed Viktor who was to take the ice after him, and though he was trying his hardest not to look (which was hard because Viktor was wearing a new beautiful costume which Yuuri hadn’t seen before), Viktor grabbed his attention by tucking slightly at his wrist.

“Your program was really good,” Viktor smiled at him before he was gone again, and left Yuuri, wide-eyed, to wonder if that had just happened. Some organizers pushed him towards the exit, but Yuuri peeked through the curtains separating the rink and the waiting room to look at Viktor’s performance as Phichit helped him change into his last outfit.

“Is this Viktor’s new exhibition?” Phichit asked in awe as Viktor performed a completely new program right in front of their eyes, “He really is amazing… Wait, Yuuri! Are you crying?”

“No,” Yuuri said and wiped away a stray tear, not looking away from Viktor once even as he struggled with the costume.

Viktor’s new exhibition was a rendition of his famous swan program from seven years ago. His costume was pure white, the gemstones covering it seemingly forming wings and feathers as they reflected the lights shining on them, the tight form complementing his figure perfectly. Though the program had lost none of its charm, it was more mature and distinctly different, as if showcasing how much Viktor had grown over the years. It was stunning.

“Do you always cry when you watch Viktor skate live?” Phichit asked teasingly, and Yuuri pouted.

“No,” he lied as Viktor finished his program, and Yuuri tucked the costume into place.

“Is that so...” Phichit said, completely unconvinced as they got ready for the closing performance.

***

Needless to say, not long after the two of them had gotten home from Japan, Phichit gifted Yuuri a poster of Viktor in his new exhibition costume. It was signed and framed, and Yuuri may or may not have shed another tear when Phichit had given it to him.

#the tracklist #chapter 4 #Katsuki Yuuri #phichit chulanont #Yuri on ice #fic #long post #yoi fic

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gosatsuvns · 5 years

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Weekly Update #228 - 2018 Wrap-Up

Welp, this is awkward. First of all, I need to apologize for the lack of a weekly update last Saturday. The funny (well, actually rather sad) thing is, I had prepared the update in advance and the draft was ready to be published. All I needed to do was to hit that "Publish" button last Saturday, but I kinda totally forgot about that... "orz

To be fair, I was basically away from home all day and only got back somewhere around midnight. I guess at that point, I was too tired and my mind too occupied with other things to think about it...

This really bugs me now. After all, in all this time I've been doing these updates, that's actually the first time I forgot to post one! Aaaaahhhhhhhh, my beautiful track record... stained!! Q__Q

Well, there's no use crying over spilt milk. If you're curious about the contents of last week's update, I've just published it as well, so you can check it out here. It was a short post anyway. The really important thing brought up in it is the release of the next part of our extended GENBA no Kizuna demo, which patrons can now play test here!

But yeah, with that out of the way, let us move on to today's actual topics!

2018 is about to end and a new year itching to start. This one certainly was an eventful and rather unexpected one for me personally. It went into directions I would have never even dreamed of one year ago. As a result, what I had planned to accomplish throughout 2018 didn't quite work out, at least in regards to visual novel development.

For instance, I had to realize that working on two projects at the same time didn't quite work out as I had hoped it would. The initial idea was to alternate between them whenever I would get stuck. So if I'd hit a wall on GENBA and would need to think about how to proceed, I could work on SHINRAI in the meantime and make some progress on that. Sometimes, it can be nice to get a breather and focus on something else for a while. It can clear your mind and you can return to the other project with a fresh outlook.

In the end, however, I guess I'm just the kind of person who works more efficiently when I purely focus on a single thing. That's how we got SHINRAI done after all. Despite the constant urges to work on so many other things, I managed to stay on track and not get distracted. So maybe that's the key to success. At least in my specific case.

Either way, around the midway point of 2018, we decided to purely focus on GENBA. SHINRAI's sequel hasn't been ditched entirely, of course, but for now, GENBA takes priority. It's the shorter of the two projects, it chronologically takes place before SHINRAI, and it provides (optional) introductions for characters that will play a big role in Withering Without Hope.

You will still be able to play WWH without ever playing GENBA, but checking out the latter beforehand will provide you with some more context and background information in regards to the police investigators that will be involved in the case.

We have also already accomplished a lot more on GENBA in terms of writing and asset work, so that's why we ultimately decided to focus on that project first. Nevertheless, I also made some neat writing progress on WWH earlier this year.

(And on that note, if you're curious about the setting of WWH and want to get an actual first glimpse at what the location looks like, I've published a new special blog post on Patreon, featuring a WIP-preview of the very first background art!)

Earlier this year, I was thinking about releasing a demo for WWH in December, containing the entire prologue, but... that obviously didn't work out. We did, however, release a demo for GENBA's prologue in April and have since begun to work on an extended version of it, featuring even more content! As mentioned in the beginning of this post, the first half of it can already be checked out on Patreon. Work on the second half still continues, so the public release will happen some time early 2019. But we'll get into more detail about that in next week's blog post!

In any case, 2018 didn't work out as I had envisioned it. But that doesn't mean I see it as a failure. On the contrary, privately at least, it actually turned out to be one of the greatest year's of my life! And ultimately, I still managed to accomplish a lot of things I'm proud of in regards to VNs too, even if they're not necessarily what I had originally planned.

I would have liked to release the extended GENBA demo this year as well, but I'm still proud of the progress we have made on it thus far. We did, at the very least, release an early demo of the project earlier this year. And speaking of demo releases, there is also the one for Pitch Black Serenade, which I have to mention here, since I've gotten personally involved with the project as well.

It was a lot of fun to work with Kuna and I enjoyed proofreading the script a lot. It's an unconventional romance/mystery VN showing a lot of promise, so if you haven't gotten around to it yet, I highly suggest checking it out! It's more than worth your time!

Besides, eventually, Kuna will be working with us on our future projects as an artist, so you might as well use the opportunity to get familiar with her art! I really can't wait to see her breathe life into our characters and worlds!

Now, I guess I could also mention the release of The Day Akatarou's Blood Ran Out, a dumb little 4 minute VN I made over the course of a weekend earlier this year. This was really just me fooling around with Visual Novel Maker to see what it's capable of, but it was an enormous amount of fun as well as a fun change of pace. With this one, however (even if it's just 4 minutes), I'm really not sure I could tell you it's worth your time, haha.

I'd really like to do something like this again, but with a bit more effort put into it and no use of pre-existing assets.

Anyway! Overall, I couldn't be more happy with how 2018 has turned out. One of the biggest problems we're facing at the moment is that we're still at the start of our new project. A lot of assets are still missing, but once we have completed the extended demo, a huge chunk of the character sprites will be done, for example, so development should continue at a much quicker pace afterwards.

I will be talking about our plans for next year, specifically January, in next week's update. But for today, I guess it's time to not only wrap up 2018, but also this post! Once again, a huge thank you to everyone sticking around and following our progresses! The support we're getting means a lot and is a driving factor behind our motivation to continue! And rest assured, we're fired up to provide you with a lot more content next year!

Now, before I leave, I'd like to share two more things with you, which have also been added to our gallery. This morning, I received this super adorable Raiko from Khana:

But that's not all! For Christmas this year, Natsu drew a little pic featuring Shiku, one of the four suspect characters you will get to meet in GENBA! It also features Fujisa, one of the characters appearing in Pitch Black Serenade:

Now with this, I wish you a great end to a hopefully satisfying year! Please enjoy the last few days of 2018 and have a safe transition into 2019! Until next time, take care! :3

(Oh, and speaking of the new year... patrons can now also check out a WIP-look at our New Year's illustration!)

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