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Hey! Fun question, how do you think an in-canon kabumisu confession would go? People keep portraying mithrun as blunt and straightforward about their relationship, but would he be scared to tell kabru in the chance that he'd say no and leave? Is the desire to just be in a relationship with kabru, or is the desire of not wanting to scare him off greater than that? I'm so starved on the lack of post-canon kabumisu content, they make me go crazy
As usual, I'll try not to go into TOO much detail because then I won't be motivated to write fic about it... and I AM planning to write a post-canon Kabumisu fic anon, so don't worry. I'll get there eventually :3
They make me go crazy too 😔
I think Mithrun's a complicated guy with complicated emotions. Even when he was "empty" in the dungeon he actually showed a lot of feelings - smug satisfaction, annoyance, anger, even a little bit of subtle happiness.
So while I DO think he will still be blunt in general, I also think it's a mistake to assume that means he doesn't feel things and won't have anxieties and insecurities just like any other person.
Mithrun used to be WILDLY insecure, and jealous, and paranoid. He just stopped caring about anything, but if, like the end of the manga suggests, he is going to try to START caring again, he will then start to have feelings, too.
I think Mithrun is intensely aware of his own "undesirability", that's one of the reasons he's BEEN so depressed. Most of his self-worth before the dungeon hinged on being "better" than his brother, and better than other people. Then he looses that (or maybe he was never actually better at all!), so what does he have left?
And now his youth is gone too, he's middle-aged and lost his "best years" to depression. He's disabled, he's scarred, he's a bastard that nobody wants.
It's a pretty huge fall from "most eligible bachelor in the empire"!
So I think no, he won't just bluntly tell Kabru that he likes him. It will take Mithrun awhile to realize how he feels, and once he does, he'll be afraid to reach out, so he's going to do what I call "playing silly little elf games". He's going to try and flirt via writing letters and sending gifts, to hint that he likes Kabru.
Luckily for Mithrun, Kabru also knows how to play Silly Little Elf Games (he's an Olympic champion), so he picks up the signals and starts reciprocating, though he's also uncertain and worried that he's misunderstanding. Captain Mithrun couldn't be flirting with him, could he? But... what if he is?
(I will go into Kabru's feelings at a later date anon i promise.)
I think the thing that will ultimately push Mithrun to act is the fear that he'll miss his chance. Mithrun realizes Kabru is a limited time deal that he can only enjoy for the next 60-something years, and he wants every minute of that time for himself, no matter how much it will someday hurt to lose Kabru.
And he also knows that Kabru is very handsome and charming, and he can't expect Kabru to wait for Mithrun to get himself figured out. Someone else will swoop in and snatch that man up, so Mithrun has to hurry.
ALL OF THAT SAID... I think their confession is a lot less of a confession, and much more "we have both been picking up these signals of interest for months/years, and finally one of us pushes it a little bit further than we've ever pushed it before and we acknowledge the unspoken thing that has been growing between us."
Maybe it's a hand resting on someone's leg, or a gentle touch on the arm. Maybe it's leaning in so their shoulders touch. Maybe it's looking into each other's eyes a little bit longer than normal.
Probably it involves both of them admitting "Spending time with you makes me happier than anything else in the world. Whenever we're apart all I think about is when I'm going to see you again. I spend hours composing letters to you in my mind. I want us to spend our days together, no matter what shape that takes."
It's very vulnerable and scary for both of them, and I think they're both DEEPLY relieved after they finally get it out, and they don't get rejected. They know each other so well, and they're so good at reading people - they both thought that the other might feel the same way, but it's so scary to take that leap of faith and hope that they're right.
And just for the record, I think that Kabru worries about if Mithrun will be interested in sex or not, because sex is something that matters to Kabru, but what if Mithrun just doesn't have any desire for it?
And so before they get into a relationship Kabru has a long hard think about it, and decides that even if they never have sex, he wants to be in a romantic relationship with Mithrun anyway, because just being around him makes him feel happy, and understood, and like he isn't alone anymore. There's someone who sees him as he is, all the good and the bad, and says "I love you anyway."
And Kabru decides that he's willing to just jerk off for the rest of his life if that's the price of this relationship that he wants.
Luckily for Kabru, I think Mithrun does want to have sex with him, but I like to think that Kabru thinks through all the possibilities and decides that no matter what they end up doing together, being with Mithrun is worth it.
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello, hello! Pleasure to meet thee!
Could I request Gepard, Blade, Dan Heng, and Jing Yuan with an s/o who loves writing stories about them because they think they're (the boys) are the most magical person in the world?
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello there! Absolutely! I mostly just wrote it for their adventures but for everyone except Gepard and Jing Yuan I also tried including some past lifes... I dunno much about those two past but uhh... hopefully it was still alright!
Now I'm realizing it's probably just Dan Heng's past life I kinda know, Blade's... well it appears here too?
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff
✧ when it comes to Dan Heng, it's not often he rambles about his experiences so it all must've started with you asking him a bit here and there
✧ if you're not part of Express crew, it probably started with you asking about his adventures and naturally, he answered it with some more details, figuring you may not know how it is to adventure between planets like that
✧ if you are part of the Express tho, he'll still answer your worries but they most likely won't include as much details and there will be times when he just tells you to check it by yourself next time
"Jarilo VI is actually rather nice. You should join us next time we drop by there so you can see what's interesting for you yourself. Oh, but make sure you have some jacket, just in case."
✧ he isn't trying to be mean or anything, he just figures it's the best if you see it with your own two eyes instead
✧ tho after Luofu, he was also ready for you to ask a lot about his past life and his dragon form, so he was pretty much ready for most questions
✧ he's also rarely lying about anything, he may just keep quiet if he doesn't want to share anything but that's it
✧ you definitely will know about the basics of his past life and still only if you ask
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@miya-akane - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!
✧ Gepard honestly doesn't mind telling you about things he've done and places he's been at but sometimes he needs to keep quiet...
✧ he does trust you but sometimes it's just better for your safety if he won't say anything, especially if you're curious by nature
✧ but if you're the type who'll instead check something out if you won't know everything... he sometimes tells you more than he was supposed to just so you won't get into troubles
✧ once he knows that you'll ask what he did every time he get's home after long adventure, he stops waiting for your question and immidietly tells you all he can once he sees you looking at him
"Eh... I can see it in your eyes. Let me at least change into more comfortable clothing and I'll tell you everything, okey?"
✧ he's honestly surprised how you're finding any of his stories enjoyable, all he does is protect the city, beat or catch some guys sometimes and train...
✧ there's really nothing more than that but you seem to see it as if he's knight of Belebog which often causes a blush to appear on his face, especially if you tell him this compliment in person
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✧ you and Jing Yuan often have your calm cafe dates or when you just drink tea at his place or even office!
✧ during your rambles, his adventures definitely were a topic and he most certainly took notice of how much you liked them
✧ since then, he'd often tell you about even smallest adventures just to see any reaction of yours, though his goal will always be your smile
✧ he've heard quite a titles and nicknames made for him but yours is definitely the cutest
✧ I mean, you're literally saying he's magical being! It's hard not to let out small chuckle at that
✧ just to be clear tho, he's not making fun of you thinking so, rather adores your way of thinking and makes it known
"Heh~ I've heard many titles but this one is something I can carry with pride. Thank you for assigning it to me, dearest."
✧ but nothing for free! In exchange for him telling you about his adventures, he also want's to hear a bit about you! And don't you dare tell him you're not as interesting because he won't let go
✧ he'll listen to any of your stories with soft smile, making sure you know he's listening carefully, interested in every bit of your past
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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~
✧ now Blade is someone who won't start babbling about himself so easily, in fact you'll have A LOT trouble getting smallest bit out of him
✧ what makes it worse, he's not using any excuses, he just tells you in the face that he won't waste time for somthing like that
"No. I'm not telling you anything that'll lead to you having even more questions. Now and ever."
✧ in the end, he has enough of your constant asking and tells you just a bit, makinig his story very brief, almost with no details but it's always first step!
✧ you might as well immidietly get to his past life because somehow, it's easier to convince him to talk about that than his last mission
✧ you literally have to lead him to the verge of bursting out with annoyence so he'll tell you anything you're interested in
✧ you better not ask too many questions at once or in one conversation or he'd quickly grow annoyed and go back to being unwilling at telling you anything
✧ and then you call him a big title? magical person? he doesn't show it but he actually appreciates the compliments and just maybe he'll tell you easier about his past if you continue to spoil his pride
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@vodka-glrl - come get your cold man!
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The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part 1)
Summary: The housewardens have a gingerbread house competition
A/N: I meant to have this ready for before Christmas but of course, life had other plans lol The good news though is that I have a whole bunch of new writing ideas and I'm hoping to bust out of my little creative slump once the holiday chaos dies down a bit <3 The overall fic is a bit long so I decided to break it into smaller parts for readability. I'll be posting one part per day and will add links for the other parts after they post <3
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4/END - AO3 (whole fic)
Word Count: 1.6k
CW: crack, silly, shouting, insults, mild swearing, candy/gingerbread
Winter at Night Raven College was a time even more magical than usual. Although the cafeteria was mostly empty, the sight of festive winter garlands draped elegantly along the walls, combined with the soft sounds of crackling flames in the grand fireplace, brought a cozy sense of winter cheer to the room. The alluring scents of sugary treats and winter spices wafted through the warm air from the kitchen nearby and from a long, solitary table set up by the doors to the kitchen. Already covered with an assortment of candies and plates of oddly shaped gingerbread cookies, the table was the very picture of a sweet and festive feast. Around the table, seven striking figures were seated an equal distance from each other and, as the snow softly began to fall from the sky outside, they quietly worked with the bounty of sugary confections before them.
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“I swear on the Noble Rulebook of the Queen of Hearts, if I find out someone has been hoarding all of the rose-shaped peppermints, it’s off with everyone’s heads!”
Leona drowsily raises an eyebrow at Riddle and smirks, “What’s the matter, housewarden? We just started. You losing your temper already?”
Riddle scoffs and wrinkles his nose at Leona’s slouching posture, “I’m not losing my temper! I’m trying to make sure there is an equitable distribution of candy decorations for everyone present to construct their gingerbread houses!” He picks up a paper that looks like an architectural blueprint and angrily jabs a finger at a particular section of the diagram. “I am building a gingerbread model of the Heartslabyul rose maze–to scale, I might add–and I require exactly 68 rose-shaped peppermints to construct it.”
Leona slowly blinks at the intricately detailed design in Riddle’s hands and then shakes his head with a soft chuckle. Reaching under his seat, he pulls out a large, glass bowl of rose-shaped candies and passes it to the Heartslabyul housewarden. Ignoring the death glare from Riddle, he turns to the other housewardens seated around the table and asks, ”Can someone remind me again why we’re doing this stupid gingerbread house competition? This seriously feels like a waste of my precious free time.”
Vil looks up from his gingerbread construction with an expression of withering scorn on his face, “We just went over everything not even a moment ago. Did you actually forget or were you just not paying attention in the first place?”
Kalim lets out a bright and hearty laugh from his seat at the table, “I think this is going to be a really fun activity!” He holds up a small gingerbread cookie decorated with dark colored icing and licorice in the image of Dire Crowley, “Plus, we have to do this because the headmaster asked us to!” Waving the Crowley cookie in the air, he speaks in a surprisingly accurate impression of the headmaster, “I’ll be damned if I let those fools at RSA take home the trophy for the Isle of Sage’s gingerbread house competition another year in a row!”
Leona shakes his head with a slightly aggravated sigh, “I’m still failing to see why I, or any of us for that matter, should care about this useless endeavor.”
With a piping bag of white icing in one hand, Azul laughs softly and adjusts his glasses with the other hand, “There’s also the fact that whoever makes the best gingerbread house here today will receive a free PE class credit.”
Leona’s eyebrows rise in mild surprise and then he smirks. “Is that so? Well I suppose that explains why that guy over there is actually here in person for once,” he says as he points down towards the other end of the table.
Idia peers up from his work, the expression on his face equal parts gloomy and irritated, “Listen, I will do anything if it means I can miss any amount of PE.” Turning back to his geometric gingerbread design with a pout, he mutters under his breath, “Although, the main reason I’m actually here is because Ortho literally shot down my gingerbread construction drone.”
With a softly amused smile on his face, Malleus turns in his seat next to the Ignihyde housewarden and says, “Do try to cheer up, Idia. I’ve always felt that festive occasions such as these should be attended in person. A contraption built for the sole purpose of constructing with gingerbread could never replace someone special like you.”
“Oh-! Uh-! Th-thanks Malleus-shi! Th-that’s really nice of you to say,” Idia replies with a nervous grin. While keeping his gaze pinned to his work on the table, he then smoothly reaches into his pocket and rapid-fire taps out a message into his smartphone: AAGGGHH!!! WHYYY IS THE HEIR APPARENT OF BRIAR VALLEY SITTING NEXT TO ME?? SO DISTRACTING (╥﹏╥)
A message notification chimes out from the phone in Azul’s front jacket pocket. After checking to make sure his hands are clean of icing, he takes out his phone and reads the message. With a playful smirk on his face, he taps out his reply: Honestly, I’m more surprised by the fact that Crowley actually remembered to invite Malleus this time. What a rare event!
Idia’s phone buzzes quietly in his pocket and he looks down to swiftly check the message. He glares over at Azul with a small frown and quickly types: yo speaking of rare events! are you wearing the glasses i made for you?? the ones with the built-in camera and mic?? because i deffo remember you saying that they were useless and not your style (¬､¬)
The sound of the cafeteria door loudly creaking open suddenly cuts off Idia and Azul’s silent conversation. All of the assembled housewardens turn to see two fluffy ears atop a head of messy, sandy-brown hair enter the room. With a mischievous grin and a hissing-kind of chuckle, Ruggie waves to the group, “Heya, everyone! I’m here for the gingerbread house competition.”
Riddle frowns at Ruggie while balancing two pieces of messily frosted gingerbread in his hands, “No, you certainly are not! This competition is for housewardens only!”
Leona lets out a loud yawn as he waves Ruggie over to the table. Turning to the rest of the group he explains, “It’s alright, I’m the one who called him here.” Handing Ruggie a piping bag of icing, Leona adds, “He’s gonna build my gingerbread house for me while I take a nap under the table.” Cries of outrage erupt from around the table and Leona’s ears twitch angrily as he raises his eyebrows at the grumbling housewardens.
While carefully setting down a slanted piece of gingerbread atop his elegantly constructed house, Vil states bluntly, “Ruggie is not allowed to build your house for you, Leona. Crowley explicitly instructed us to build these gingerbread houses without any magic or outside assistance.” Raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow, he smirks and adds, “If you want this free class credit, you’re going to have to put in some amount of work for once in your life.”
Leona directs a questioning look towards Ruggie who, in turn, raises his shoulders and shakes his head in resignation. Leona waves a hand dismissively at Ruggie, effectively shooing him out of the room, and clicks his tongue with annoyance, “Fine, fine. I got it. You don’t have to be such a bitch about it, though.” Grabbing a handful of candies and pieces of gingerbread, he then quickly and expertly begins assembling them together.
Without looking up from his work, Vil smoothly pipes extra icing on the corners of his house and replies in an even tone, “Call me by that word again and I’ll shave off all of your hair to weave into a throw rug for the Pomefiore common room.”
“Hey Vil,” Leona chirps out a soft whistle to catch the Pomefiore housewarden’s attention.
Letting out a short, aggravated sigh, Vil rolls his eyes and then looks over at Leona. “What,” he flatly asks.
With a heavy thud, Leona sets the end result of his hard work for the last few minutes on the table in front of him. Made from rounded pieces of gingerbread and decorated with brightly colored candies, is a large replica of a hand with a raised middle finger. Standing up from his seat, Leona flashes everyone a triumphant little smirk and then saunters out of the room without another word.
The remaining housewardens silently watch him leave and, as the cafeteria door creaks shut, they return to their work with a softly murmured chorus of disapproval. An uncharacteristic silence settles over the group as everyone focuses on their individual gingerbread designs for the next few minutes.
Kalim finally breaks into the quiet with a bright laugh, “It's too bad Leona decided to leave early! I just finished making his cookie counterpart!” He holds up a Leona-shaped gingerbread cookie decorated with chocolate candies and a tiny feline scowl drawn in icing.
Looking up from his work, Vil studies the little cookie with an irritated glare. Wordlessly, he reaches across the table to pluck the Leona cookie from Kalim’s hand and then snaps the head off of the gingerbread figure. Handing the beheaded cookie back to Kalim, Vil flatly states, “My apologies.”
After carefully laying the broken pieces of Leona on a plate, Kalim holds up two additional gingerbread figures. One is decorated with marshmallow pieces and little wolf ears. The other is decorated with fluffy peanut butter frosting and hyena ears. Waving the wolf-eared cookie through the air, Kalim yells in a low, gruff voice, “Oh no! Housewarden Leona! I'll find out who did this to you and avenge the honor of our dorm!” Wiggling the hyena-eared cookie, Kalim says in a smoother, teasing voice, “Shyeheehee! Does this mean I get the rest of the day off?”
-continued in part 2-
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst imagines#twst fanfic#twst housewardens#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#kalim al asim#vil shoenheit#idia shroud#malleus draconia#crack fic#bun lapin écrit
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Hi. I know that you are currently on hiatus with your ROTTMNT X ATLA , but I wanted to tell you that I'm huge fan of your fic.You took Rise's characters and on their personalities wave them into a different story without much clashing with the original plotline.And you not just cleverly adjusted them to the lore of ATLA, but you also created some of your own (the JiaMo deal is great idea,it creates new subdue stake and I love it).I'm huge sucker for ROTTMNT and even thought I don't like Avatar that much,this makes me want to watch it.That's how great it is.But to not make this post just about praise,I have some questions too:
1)What does the JiaMo sign look like exactly?You mentioned it looks like as a lotus with elemental symbols with different colors on each turtle,but that is,without offense, really bland description.I just can really imagine it.Can you describe it in more detail or even better,draw it,please?
2)How did Leo found out what happened to the Air Nomads?Did he asked the gang,did someone from North Water tribe told him or did he figured it out on his own?How did he react to it? Because it's clear from chapter 2 thet he already knows it.And do Raph and Mikey know it to?
3)Did Mikey ever crawl into his sheel during the trip with Zuko?Or is it just about to happen eventually?
4)Will characters explain their world's words and their meaning?Like,what is apocalipse,bat,Agni kai,Kyoshi warriors and going into full Kyoshi mood😂 etc.
5) Where did get the idea on this fic?Did it just puffed as idea in your head or did you take inspiration from somewhere?I ask cause I saw some cartoon rewievers compare Rise to the Avatar,so if it is coincidence,then it's really a big one😳.
6)If someone wantedy to make full comic of your fic,would you be pro or against it?Cause I peronally think it would make it more popular.I also saw some comic of your fanfic on youtube and I wondered,is it you or someone else.?
Of course,if some of these questions can't be answered without big spoilers, I understand.I hope that you will start writing it again soon.Also sorry if there are some gramar problems(english is not my first language).
So, I'm going to try and keep this short. Only because I can get a bit longwinded lol.
I've actually drawn this out before and posted it, but it's probably buried deep in my Tumblr at this point. I'll look for the post and/or find the file. Once I have it I'll update this post with the picture. I will say though, I cannot describe a symbol to save my life! It was so hard!! I seriously wasn't expecting that lol.
2. So this is one of those organic conversations that happened off-screen. I will say it's something he learned while behind the Northern wall. I originally had a whole chapter or two dedicated to everyone's arrival, but they didn't make the cut. Leo's and Donnie's arrival specifically spoke to the more political landscape of the Avatar world.
For example, there was more arguing in the North about who 'gets' the spirit. It was during this time that Leo would get a small breakdown of the war. He's horrified by it and likens the Fire Nation to the Kraang, to be honest. It's partly why Leo was so rough with Zuko. He knows, instinctively, that the world will have to work something out with the Fire Nation, but he's not really giving them the benefit of the doubt at the moment.
Side note: there was originally supposed to be more Ozai and Donnie before he left with Azula, but I couldn't make it work. I think if I were to give it another chance now then it would work, but there will be time for that later.
3. He hasn't actually! We'll see it later in Ba Sing Se....for various reasons.
4. Yes, they will explain words along the way. Mikey already knows what an Agni Kia is (another off-screen moment) but the other turtles will learn what it is soon enough.
5. It honestly popped into my head lol. I don't remember anything about a comparison of the two before writing. I remember that I was in the middle of the last two chapters of Recoil when the idea hit. Sometimes I'll just think of fandoms and see if they would cross. Like, I had this idea for a Stargate x Xiaolin Showdown oneshot simply because I think the Stargate people would believe Chase Young was a goa'uld. I mean....He drinks a dragon soup (with the only image being a tail in a bowl), then his personality changes and his eyes turn gold...... that screams goa'uld all the way!
6. I'm all for it!! Any comics you see on youtube and/or Tumblr aren't by me. I love seeing them though. It really makes me feel good that people like my writing enough to draw for it. So if anyone wants to make a full comic then you have my full blessing! Just tag me so I can see it and reblog it!
Let me know if you have any other questions!!
#rise teenage mutant ninja turtle#avatar the last airbender#atla#atla fanfic#atla fic#crossover#crossover fanfic#fanfiction#question#question and answers#a tale of spirits#rottmnt#tmnt#ao3#ao3 fic#ao3 fanfic#teenage mutant ninja turtles
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[CN] Kiro's Absolute Match Mind's Quest (Part 2)
🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸
Note: This date explores some very suggestive themes, so if you do not meet the game's required 16+ age rating, I'd suggest to avoid reading this date.
Part 1: HERE
[CHAPTER 5]
After successfully communicating with the organizer of the charity match, I shared the news with Kiro that I was going to join the cheerleading team.
Of course, he was surprised and delighted. We agreed to supervise each other and continue our "hellish training".
There were more fulfilling things to do in the long summer. While the exercises were obviously boring, they made my mood warm up every day.
In the blink of an eye, it was the day the baseball game started.
MC: Savin, have you seen Kiro?
Savin: He seems to have been called to the other side. Do you want me to find him?
MC: No, I'll go find him myself!
Savin nodded and gave me a thumbs up.
Savin: With the way you look today, I guarantee that Kiro will be looking straight at you!
I laughed twice, pulled on my cheerleading skirt with slight embarrassment, turned around and walked quickly in the direction he pointed.
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Though this charity competition wasn't such a high-key event, many influential figures were invited, and the backstage area was bustling with people.
MC: Sorry, excuse me, thank you... Kiro! I'm here!
I waved my hand energetically. Kiro looked around after hearing the sound. His eyes lit up instantly when he saw me.
He walked quickly through the crowd and came to me, his eyes full of amazement.
Kiro: Today you, you....
MC: How is it? Youthful, right?
I smiled, raised my pompom and struck a pose.
Kiro: Very youthful!
Kiro: I can't believe you actually hid such a cute appearance and are only showing it to me now. No wonder you refused to let me come watch you rehearse yesterday.
MC: Hehe, of course the surprise must be discovered on the same day the surprise is happening!
MC: Originally, I wanted to wait a little longer and let you see it during the performance, but I was afraid that it would be too late to perform the ritual for you.
Kiro: Ritual?
MC: Did you forget?
I took out the prepared marker, took his hand, and wrote my name one stroke at a time on the inside of his wrist.
MC: You said during the game, that writing the names of important people on your wrist will bring good luck to the game. I remember that.
This is another reference to Kiro's Heatwave Date :>
Kiro opened his mouth and then smiled.
Kiro: Mm, I'll definitely live up to this mark.
He gently held my hand, folded our palms together and covered the handwriting.
Kiro: Then, we agree that we'll be each other's witnesses later on, and that we'll both stand in the most dazzling place.
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After the lively opening ceremony, the music sounded again.
MC: Three, two, one, GO!
The girls on the cheerleading team jumped briskly onto the sports field with neat steps.
Almost instantly, I locked onto those pair of eyes I wanted to see most in the sea of spectators.
Blue, bright, and only mine.
Whether I was jumping, catching a throw, or even turning my back, I could clearly feel that line of sight firmly locked on me.
My heart felt as full, as if it was filled with air, but my body was lighter than the clouds.
Did Kiro feel the same way on stage every time I looked at him from off stage?
Accompanied by the rapid drum beat, the once extremely difficult movements during practice no longer seemed to be difficult at this moment. I supported my teammate's hand, stepped hard, turned around, flipped, and froze in the final step.
Woah--
I knew that the applause on the field at that moment may not have been because of the cheerleading performance, but a warm up for the next game.
But I also firmly believed that the handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes in a baseball uniform who stood up to applaud - all of his cheers were only for me.
I took a breath to calm down and watched the players from the two teams appear one after another.
The captain on the left was Carol. He was standing next to Kiro while watching the cheerleading performance. When our eyes met, he smiled and winked at me;
And the captain on the right was of course, Kiro. He tried his best acting like a big star, but the moment he saw Carol making a face, he couldn't hold back from giving him a smack in the face;
MC: Pfft...
I suppressed my laughter and watched the two teams shake hands with each other.
The other members of the cheerleading team all left the field, leaving me the only one still standing on the field. Kiro looked at me with slight confusion.
At that moment, the referee handed the baseball to me.
Referee: Please kick-off the game, miss.
MC: Okay.
Kiro: .....!!
Hmph, how unexpected!!
If there were a comic-like dialog box above my head at this moment, it might have been an extremely big and extremely gorgeous dialog box that I could show off to everyone.
This was the second surprise I had prepared for him.
Kiro: MC...
For the first time, Kiro's eyes were extremely wide. If the referee hadn't order the athletes to get into position, he might have rushed in front of me by now.
In the end, Kiro walked to home plate and raised his bat.
I held the ball in both hands and took a deep breath.
MC: I hope...
I hope the next word didn't need to be said. All of my hopes were in my hands.
I raised my hand, twisted my body as much as possible, and swung the ball hard.
Boom!
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Referee: Strike out!
Referee: After the end of the first half, there'll be a ten-minute intermission.
Unknowingly, the seventh game had concluded, leaving the score between the two sides very tight. Although this was just a friendly charity match, the competition's intensity was not low. While Kiro's baseball abilities were good enough, he hadn't reached a level where he could crush his opponents.
What's more was that he was facing against Carol.
I clenched my hands and looked at Kiro not far away.
The halftime break was very important, and he was discussing follow-up tactical arrangements with his teammates, a serious look on his face.
When Kiro entered working mode, his eyebrows seemed to be three points sharper than usual, and his blue eyes were astonishingly bright.
Even though his teammates were all leaders in various fields, at this moment, they all listened to his explanation with conviction and admiration.
Six or seven minutes passed, and since the tactics were almost planned, everyone dispersed to take a final break. Kiro also smoothed his sweaty hair and hurried to the bathroom.
MC: Huh?
When he raised his hand, I realized that the name I wrote before going on the field had been smudged by sweat, leaving only a few strokes remaining on his wrist.
[CHAPTER 5: Interweaving Emotions]
The sun shone brightly and the lawn on the court was coated with a fuzzy halo. The cheerleaders were in uniform and exuded youthful vitality under the dynamic music.
Obviously they were all wearing the same uniform, and their formations changed at an almost dizzying extent, but Kiro's eyes never strayed from the girl's body for even a second.
Carol: Hey...
She smiled brightly, and the dangling pompom in her hand was the finishing touch, making her entire body sparkle.
Kiro couldn't help laughing along, turned on his camera, and zoomed in a little bit to try and capture his Miss Chips in the fast-paced dance.
Carol: Kiro, it's all so blurry and you still want to take pictures? Where can I see your partner here?
Carol: .....
Carol: Hey, Bro!
Kiro felt a heavy tap on his shoulder. He subconsciously turned his head and saw Carol, who was seated with him in the stand-by area, raising his eyebrows in depression.
Carol: I've been talking to you. Why are you just looking at your sweetheart?
Kiro: She's performing, so of course I've gotta watch her at all times.
Kiro said, his eyes falling on the girl again, the smile in his eyes never disappearing.
Carol: Then the two of you really match each other.
Carol: When you were practicing, she was in the same state as you, with almost the same expression. Looking without blinking - yes, just like that - and smiling from time to time!
While Carol was describing in shock, there was a bit of envy in his eyes.
Carol: Tsk, no wonder you didn't admit that I was your "soulmate" before. The compatibility between your souls is rare in this world~
When Kiro wanted to respond to his opponent, he found the girl on the court looking at him for a moment, and he quickly straightened up and waved.
After a while, he turned back to look at Carol, who looked even more "haunted", with a hint of apology on his face.
Kiro: Uh... what did you just say? Soulmate?
Kiro quickly went through every detail of his and the girl's daily life in his mind, and unconsciously felt sweetness in his heart.
Kiro: Almost, but the word soulmate isn't good enough.
Kiro: In my heart, she is MC. She is my favorite person.
Kiro: As long as I look at her, I know what's in her heart. Whether she is happy or sad.
Kiro: That's why I'm eager to bring her the best things in the world!
Kiro: But you won't understand, even after I've told you all of this.
Kiro: This is a unique connection between me and her. Go ahead and envy it~
The more Kiro said it, the prouder he felt. Because no matter how good the pronouns were, he couldn't explain the girl in his heart. She was so unique that even the most beautiful words used to describe her would feel a bit inferior.
But as he talked, Kiro noticed that the person beside him remained silent and he turned to look back--
Carol was very dramatically covering his ears.
Carol: Wow, I'd love to see you show off your affection, but isn't this "dog food" a little bit much?!
Kiro: You even know the term "dog food". It's very local~
T/n: The term "狗粮" (dog food) is Chinese slang used to refer to PDA, i.e. public display of affection :>
Kiro smiled and bent his eyes, the little pride in his heart swelling like a balloon. Just as he was about to continue being arrogant--
The music on the field stopped and the performance ended.
Kiro immediately stood up and moved his wrists and ankles, his eyes filled with determination. Then, he turned to Carol and raised his eyebrows provocatively.
Kiro: Chat's over, old classmate. Now, you have to be careful.
Kiro: Because I won't let her down.
Kiro: Today's victory will belong only to "us".
[CHAPTER 6]
Two minutes to go.
I clenched the marker in my hand and looked at the bathroom door anxiously.
The moment Kiro appeared, I immediately rushed over and pulled him into a corner of the stairwell.
Kiro: ...?!
MC: The wording is blurry. Let me make up for it.
I couldn't help but uncap the pen and write more seriously and vigorously than last time. Kiro laughed and carefully wiped off the wet water stains on my wrist.
Kiro: You seem to be extra superstitious today.
MC: I can be as superstitious as I want.
MC: And I have even more superstitious tricks.
I stood up on tiptoes and fiercely kissed Kiro's lips, almost knocking his teeth in my haste. He smiled and gently accepted the tip of my tongue again.
One minute left.
Please, please, pass all my luck today to him through this kiss.
I didn't know if there was such a god in the sky that could grant my wishes, but I would still stubbornly pray for it.
As long as Kiro was fighting everything in this world, I would make this wish.
Thirty seconds to go. An announcement was made outside reminding the players to enter.
I pressed against the tip of his nose, and said word by word.
MC: Because I've see how hard you've worked this month, I really want you to win.
MC: It doesn't matter if he's an MLB super rookie. You're still my superhero.
I kissed those most beautiful eyes in the world again, and then pushed Kiro towards the arena.
MC: So, you can definitely win.
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MC: Although Carol's "Fire Team" was about to strike out with a beautiful outfield ball to send the game into overtime...
MC: Kiro, the ace player of the "Sunshine Team", hit a perfect homerun, base, and hit in the tiebreaker!
I deliberately emphasized the word "homerun", leaned on the sofa, took a sip of beer, and continued reading.
MC: "Then, in the defensive round, Kiro made another critical hit, completely ending the game and winning the final victory."
MC: "All income and prize money from this competition will be donated to the Youth Sports Development Foundation..."
Kiro: Why are you still reading the report? The game ended long ago.
Kiro's voice sounded from above my head.
After the game, Kiro and I were really tired, so we simply declined most of the subsequent interviews and activities and went home to lie down.
MC: It hasn't been that long. It's only been half an hour since we got home, of course I'm still very excited. Here, look.
I showed Kiro the screen of my phone with a smile. There was a photo of the victors, hugging and celebrating.
--And this time, I was also among the victorious group, firmly captured by the image.
MC: I emphasized to Xiao Zheng and the others that this photo was very important and had to be taken!
MC: This way, we can make up for the regret of not having a celebratory photo at Hitachi High School last time!
Kiro: ! Quick, send me a copy!
MC: Sent, check~
I not only sent him this photo, but also some other photos of the game, as well as bits and pieces of training over the past month.
Kiro: So many...
He slowly looked through them one by one in amazement, and I leaned on his shoulder, smiling contently.
MC: Is it a lot? I still think it's little.
MC: If I were a photographer, I'd take a thousand time-lapse pictures during your competition and pick them slowly!
Kiro: Hahaha!
While we were looking through the photos, we casually drank a bunch of beers. Suddenly, Kiro's cell phone rang and he clicked on the screen.
MC: What's up?
Kiro: It's Carol. He said he's going back to the United States tomorrow morning and wanted to treat us to dinner tonight.
Kiro: Do you want to go?
MC: Hm... after all, he is your friend, so I do need to be there.
MC: But I'm still so tired now...
I pointed at Kiro's baseball uniform and then at my cheerleading uniform.
MC: See, we haven't changed our clothes since we laid down here.
Kiro: Shall we take a shower then?
MC: Let's rest for ten more minutes, shall we?
Kiro: Hmm... No, I'll get sleepy if I lie down any longer.
MC: But right now I'm too lazy to move even a finger--
Before I could even finish speaking, my body suddenly rose into the air, and Kiro picked me up.
Kiro: It's okay, you don't have to move.
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MC: Wait a minute, Kiro. I seemed to have missed something.
Perhaps it was dopamine, controller of excitement, or perhaps it was the gradually brewing drunkenness. While Kiro was helping me unscrew the liquor, I suddenly pulled him back.
Kiro: Eh? Is it a bath towel, or a change of clothes? Should I go get it for you?
MC: It isn't...
I hesitated and couldn't answer, so I just took two more steps towards him.
MC: It's... something about you.
Kiro: [still clueless] About me? What is it?
I still couldn't answer, but my instincts drove me to seek out for him.
Not on his sleeves, not on his fingers, not on his chest...
The hormones caused by teen sports mixed with alcohol filled my nasal passages, making my head dizzier.
MC: It seems like... It seems like it's here.
Finally remembering, I gently licked the corner of Kiro's mouth.
MC: Yes, I remembered, you missed the praise.
As I spoke, I rubbed his neck again and again, and his center of gravity grew unstable for a moment. I tipped Kiro slightly and we sat on the ground together.
The showerhead slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. The inverted water rolled twice, and fine water droplets began to scatter unscrupulously.
Kiro blinked, and his breathing became a little faster.
Kiro: ...MC, are you drunk?
MC: ...Am I? Maybe so.
MC: Anyway, don't change the subject! You anyways missed it. You didn't say it.
I reluctantly pried open Kiro's lips, as if wanting to get the treasure that a brave man deserved after going on an adventure.
MC: I've praised you for being so amazing on the field, but you haven't praised my performance yet.
MC: Hurry up, or else the peacock who spread their tail and got no response will be angry...
Kiro suddenly raised his hand and lifted up his team uniform.
My hand that had initially been loosely clinging to his arm failed to grasp it, and my entire body suddenly fell into his arms.
Kiro: Don't be angry.
His breath touched my lips, and his voice mixed with the gurgling water.
Kiro: It was an oversight on my part. I should've really praised MC.
Kiro: How about using my entire body as your prize?
MC: Really? It's all mine?
I blinked in surprise and confusion, and my hands suddenly fumbled away indiscriminately.
From his eyes, to his nose, to his cheeks, to his Adam's apple...
Kiro's body continued to heat up under my touch and caress, and the heat captured in my palms spread to my body along my fingertips.
He kept maintaining a posture that allowed me to ask for anything. Only his rapid breathing and tight muscles guided the smoothest path.
Guiding me into opening this gift that was mine.
I couldn't help but confirm it again.
MC: Is it all mine?
Kiro: It was yours from the very beginning.
MC: Huh, if it was always mine, it can't be considered a prize for my hard work today, right?
Kiro: .....
Kiro: I found that Miss Chips is very logical when drunk.
His Adam's apple rolled, and the corners of his mouth curled up helplessly.
Kiro: Then should I tell you some hidden rewards?
He grabbed my hand. But this time, the rhythm of the body was completely dominated by him.
It was like an unimagined arrangement of a familiar piece of music, and the unaccustomed rhythm made it impossible for me to resist.
I could only be passively guided by him, and go with him to open doors that I'd never touched before.
The salty sweat mixed with alcohol filled my mouth with the taste of summer.
Kiro: Particularly dazzling...
I seemed to hear Kiro's dazed murmur, and I opened my eyes in a daze.
MC: ...what did you say?
Kiro: I'm talking about you on the court today.
His eyes were hidden behind his wet bangs, like the most bewildering ocean.
I was immersed in this ocean, but I knew it was about to set off a giant tsunami.
Kiro: And you now.
Unknowingly, the water had flowed along the floor tiles.
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my creative writing process as a planner 🌟
the idea:
story ideas come to me at the most random and inconvenient of times. right before i fall asleep, when i'm in the shower, during my classes, etcetera. my main rule is to always write them down, whether it's in my notes app or a slip of paper or a journal... i'll forget it if i don't.
i try keeping it simple at this stage and not thinking too deeply about it, otherwise it becomes quite overwhelming. sometimes ¡'ll make a pinterest board depending on what the idea is. if it's more of an aesthetic, then i can make a moodboard out of it to help inspire me more. however, if the idea is a plot of some sort, that can be a bit more difficult.
character and world building:
this is my favorite part. once i have an idea set in stone and i'm ready to work on it, i begin building the characters and the world around it. i figure out the mechanics of the idea and how it can relate to characters and the world they're in.
at this point, i'm definitely making pinterest boards, playlists, and picrews to feel more immersed in the skeleton of the story.
i still keep it as simple as possible, and try to enjoy it. when i try juggling too many things at once, i end up wanting to abandon the project. slow and steady is the key for me :)
creating the story:
now we get down to what being a writer actually is.. transforming the idea into a story. i have to at least come up with one major plotline to start. i usually write in my journal during this stage, but sometimes i'll use notion to organize everything and keep track of it all.
oftentimes, the main plot will come to me when i'm working on character and world building. sometimes it's even the idea that first popped into my head. the story is usually influenced by dreams i've had, my own every day experiences, and other media i consume.
arcs, subplots, themes, etc:
this stage is for the smaller details that are vital for the story to flow and actually work. it's like a puzzle that's finally coming together.
for me, a story isn't a good one without arcs and themes, so those are of utmost importance. subplots are necessary to make the world more immersive, give readers insight on the characters, and keep the story naturally flowing. everything has to be woven back in to the main plot or idea, though.
i will say, this is the stage that tends to give me the biggest headache :P
zero draft:
jumping into a first draft as a heavy planner is too scary for me. so i came up with the idea of a zero draft. basically- zero expectations.
this is the backbone of my story. in this stage, i'm basically just taking myself through the steps of the story. i organize the plot and subplots into chapters, and with each chapter i go through all the beats of each scene. literally every. single. thing. that happens.
i don't usually include dialogue in this phase, but i do mention when a character will be in a conversation. all the focus should be on putting a needle and thread through the story and tying it all together.
first draft:
the first draft is somewhat easier for me because i do a zero draft. so, i know everything that will happen in a chapter and just have to utilize my writing abilities to make it rhythmic.
this is the first stage where i write dialogue, so it tends to be corny. a lot of my writing can be cliche and basic as well. that's what editing is for though!
i usually stress the most when writing my first draft, because it's the first time the story is actually being written in the format of a novel. by the end, it's not always very good either. but i do not look back at all, which means absolutely no editing until the first draft is finished.
and so on…
once the first draft is finished, then comes draft two. it's enjoyable to be able to read your own work all over again, though it's sometimes embarrassing as writing does improve with practice.
i focus on one chapter at a time-reading slowly, editing, filling in plot holes, fixing anything that changed later in the story. i try to catch as many details as i can.
usually, after as many rounds of editing one likes, the draft would be sent to an editor and beta readers. then i'd look into publishing companies (can you tell i haven't gotten to that point yet? lol)
are you a planner or a pantser?
#writers on tumblr#writing#writeblr#writers and poets#literature#writerscommunity#storytelling#planner#pantser#writing process#my writing process#zero draft#first draft#writing tips#writing advice#author
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A Proper Welcoming Party - P3
Part 1 and 2
Two more discharges from the Main Defense Railgun to make a final point, then, once the Vice Admiral Krastina's ship, Darting Juniper, jumped in a couple of minutes after the last of the pirate ships had engaged their hyperdrives for an emergency jump, Bertha's Bosom docked back to the Heart of Liquid Stone to resume loading cargo. The Vice Admiral hailed the mining station:
"We heard your distress call and arrived as quickly as able. Seems like the show's over though?"
"Yeah, after the call we did a more thorough scan of their ships and realized they were no more than tin cans. The freight transport ship, Bertha over here, took a few shots, to a bit of a shock honest - completely atomized them, you can still see the trail even. Then they all fled in random directions."
"Understood. I'll sound a general alarm for the entire system. It'll at least be good to have everyone put what we drill all the time into action, even if the threat is less than the fake "Not-a-drill" drills us military crews go through."
"Still, Darting Juniper, we know there are some dumb enough out there to try. Next ones might be flying aluminium cans!"
Joked the station manager, Garrison Bronhjaven. The Vice Admiral, while chuckling internally, gave an expected serious military response, then after a few hours of no new reports, resumed her regular patrol and monitoring duties.
This incident will be recalled unflatteringly as "That time Bertha smacked a pirate fleet with her Bosom out of Sol."
...
Big Thrasher was alone.
He punched in the coordinates himself, but forgot his physique was above standard console size and fat-thumbed a really random patch of completely empty space.
Navigation computers get scrambled after an emergency jump as they require precise input and reference data for both the start and end locations to maintain knowledge of where in space a ship is. Doing so takes time as the computers need to access and cross-reference their current location with that in the database, and then calculate for time, distance, and spatial distortion to know where each of the relevant landmark objects will be upon arrival.
With an emergency jump, you just punch in a direction and go for however long the current energy reserves in the drive will last. There is a minor delay to let the computer adjust enough to not head straight for any known celestial object, but other than that, seconds compared to the minutes you don't have in an emergency.
Another double-edged sword to this - emergency mode raises the power use limits of a hyperdrive to be above energy generation, allowing you to travel much faster at the cost of not being able to stop until the drive is completely empty. Then to get the drive working again takes anywhere between a few hours and several days as you need to charge it to full before you can turn it back on. And then even more time to integrate all the navigational data back into the hyperdrive so that it can actually go anywhere.
In short, Big Thrasher will have quite a lot of time to think about the choices he made in his life to get to where he is right now.
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I'm kinda averse to killing off characters in my writings, so I think I've accidentally created a recurring comedy villain here. Also, technology details, was not what I intended to write about, it just sort of happened, the words come out and I just go with it and use them however seems fitting. Don't mistake all these details and additions and explanations for a plan - I don't know what is going to happen or what I'm building towards, if anything. But when/if I do figure it out, I will make all of this connect and make enough sense. Hopefully.
#humanity fuck yeah#humans are space orcs#humans are deathworlders#humans are space australians#humans are space oddities#carionto
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I got a request for Fourteen and Shaun, and I've been looking for a good excuse to write something with them!
So, there will be mentions of books and audio stories because I LOVE the extended universe stuff for Ten and Donna.
As always, I write Fourteen with they/them pronouns.
On with the fic!
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Shaun yawned loudly as he wandered down the stairs of the UNIT home his family was temporarily staying in. Donna was already off to work at this time, Sylvia was at her own home, same with Wilf, and Rose was at school.
Leaving Shaun, who didn't work until the evening, alone at home.
Well.
Not actually alone.
Because there was an alien inside the kitchen, staring intently at the toaster, as if it was challenging them. "Is there... an issue with the toaster again?"
"It burnt my toast." The Doctor pouted. "I put the dial on the exact timing for it to be perfect! And it came out black! Also, good morning, Shaun! Did you want any tea? Donna's got everything ready, you just need to start the electric kettle when you're in the mood!"
Shaun blinked, the mood changes on this guy still took him by surprise, even after a month of living with them. "Uhh... yeah, thank you. Also, you do know that this toaster doesn't have a timer, right? It has settings for how toasted you want the bread to be."
The Doctor looked at him before looking at the toaster. "Oh!" They slapped their forehead. "Dumbo! Of course that's how it works! Explains the little bread drawings around the dial, getting darker and darker..."
Shaun laughed and shook his head, activating the kettle and moved to grab some more bread for them. Toast sounded pretty good anyway, so he'd have a few slices too. "What are your plans for the day, Doctor?"
"Hm? Oh, uhh... I dunno. I'm still trying to get used to this whole slowing down thing, it's weird to figure what to do with my day! And Donna's got the TARDIS key and the TARDIS is on her side, she won't open for me!"
The Doctor was jumping in place, clearly annoyed with the lack of activities they were used to doing.
"Well, that's just how the normal life is, Doctor. Lots of boring things and not a lot of adventures. Well, unless if you make your life an adventure." Shaun shrugged, holding out the bread to them. "Donna's still got the key?"
"Course she does, reminded me this morning."
"She's a stubborn one."
"Always has been." The Doctor smiled brightly. "Wouldn't be Donna if she wasn't! Oh man, the amount of times that stubbornness saved me."
Shaun looked at him before grabbing the kettle, pouring himself a mug of tea. "Got an example? I'm sure you've got a lot of them."
The Doctor blinked twice. "You... want to know about our adventures?"
"Sure! Donna's mentioned some things, but she never goes into details, I'm rather curious." Shaun smiled.
"Brilliant! Let's get our food and then I'll tell you some stuff!"
Once tea and coffee were prepared, and toasts perfectly toasted, the two sat at the breakfast table and the Doctor was excitedly telling Shaun about some of the adventures from their past with Donna. They explained about the time that Donna and their tenth incarnation went to the 1990s to see Donna's favorite band. And that there was an alien invasion at the time that affected the band, but Donna was able to fix it!
And then there was the time that the world was in danger due to anger killing people, and how Donna stubbornness to do the right thing overpowered her fear of needles so she could save her grandfather, which allowed her and the Doctor to realize how to solve this with good deeds. Though Shaun noted that the Doctor seemed to skip over some things, as if it was something they weren't ready to talk about. But Shaun did learn that the Doctor hates planes, which was interesting to note.
"Oh, and there was that time that Donna and I were trapped in a giant, outer space apartment complex! It was... a lot, a lot! But it was amazing! Not sure how stubborn Donna was during that, we did a lot of running around and almost got killed a billion times, but it was all solved in the end."
"You two have had some strange adventures." Shaun pointed out. "Donna mentioned the other night while we were making dinner about you two visiting a water planet and her almost drowning because the... air dome was failing? And how she was annoyed you weren't carrying your phone."
The Doctor laughed. "Did she bring it up because I forgot my phone that day and didn't noticed she called me five times?"
"Yep!"
The two of them laughed about this. "Ah, my wife is a wonderful woman, but she has a temper."
"It's part of her charm." The Doctor chuckled. "It can get on my nerves, but I'm happy that she does it cause she cares. Honestly, she knew how to put my past self in his place, because he needed it."
"Are your... different, what did you call it, regenerations, different from you?"
"Oh yes, in a sense. I mean, we're always the Doctor, but sometimes the personalities are different. Like, there was a me who was all angry eyebrows and cool guitar riffs, or the one was smiling a lot but was quick to... well... quick to cause a lot of trouble. Didn't help that my friend at the time was good with explosives. Still is. It's amazing what Ace can do. Anyway, if Donna had met them, she'd keep them from being as outlandish as they could get at times. She did for me when I first had this face."
"And she will for this face." Shaun pointed out.
"Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less." The Doctor smiled. "You know, we haven't spoken much, Shaun, but you can talk with me whenever. Doesn't even have to be about Donna! It can be about anything, except football. No offense, but while I'm decent at it, I've never really understood it. I'm more of a cricket fan, actually."
"Good to know!" Shaun nodded, picking up their plates before he stopped. "What do you know about cars?"
"Quite a lot, I used to own one and that got me interested in how they work!"
"Think you can help me fix up my cab? Was making a weird clicking sound last night before the shift ended and I want to see what's up. If you can help, that'd be great, much better than going to a mechanic."
The Doctor was grinning, pulling their sonic thingy out of their pocket. "Sounds like fun! Heck, if you want, I can upgrade it so that it saves petrol so you're not spending so much on it!" They babbled as they got up from the table, making their way for the door.
Shaun watched them, clearly excited to be doing some sort of fiddling with a device. Donna had said they enjoyed tinkering, hopefully they could fix the car and not, well... do what they did to the microwave.
"Uhhh, let's see what you do about the clicking before you do that, Doctor!" Shaun said, following him to the door.
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I think Fourteen and Shaun would get along, Shaun seems like one of those guys that instantly becomes your friend. Plus, if he makes Donna happy, then the Doctor is happy.
I was gonna mention the Pompeii adventure, but I'm saving that for a one-shot where the Doctor goes to a museum with the Noble-Temple family.
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💖 and 🧠 from the ask game <33
💖 What do you like most about your own writing?
my writing voice! i used to hate re-reading my own writing but now i can do so comfortably, even when i pick up on mistakes i missed or things i would change <3
i'm also fairly proud of my imagery, lol. that was something i worked hard to develop, and while i DO forget to like... describe things still when im writing, when i do remember/go back to add that in i feel more confident in my results lol
🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?
i have SO MANY of these
okay. i counted up the ones i have fleshed out outlines for, since there's more to talk about, and then i rolled a die <3
so! it's a jaytim fic inspired by the lyric, "why do you make me want to leave the world behind?" from the song stardust by new politics. the rest of the song doesn't actually fit, & i'll probs end up not using that line as the title, lol.
my outline for it is almost more of a not-fic than an outline, so... i'll just paste that in here, ig. pls excuse my brackets <3
why do you make me want to leave the world behind?
Jason couldn’t tell you what the final straw was. Maybe it was the last argument he got into with Bruce. Maybe it was hearing Joker’s laugh, again, echoing through the streets of Gotham. Maybe it was the gunshot he took to the shoulder, a few weeks ago. It— The point is, it could have been any number of things. Whatever the final straw, one thing is clear: he can’t do this any more.
And it’s not that he wants to abandon Crime Alley, or his people, it’s just—
He’s tired. He’s been tearing himself apart for the mission since he was twelve. He died, even—only to come back and keep doing it. And now… He’s just… done. He wants to live, and he can’t do that when the mission controls his life. He needs out.
Thing is…
He can’t leave Tim.
Tim is… somewhere along the way, Tim has become his rock. They’ve moved in together. When Jason suits up, Tim is at his side. When Tim needs stitches, it’s Jason holding the needle. When Jason comes home, knuckles bruised and lip split, it’s Tim there with the ice pack. And when they’re finished tending each other’s wounds, large and small, they fall into bed together—sore but together.
Jason doesn’t want to give that up.
He knows Tim won’t leave Gotham. Knows that Tim views Robin/Red Robin as the most important thing he’s ever done, the thing that gives him purpose, makes him feel real. He can’t ask him to leave it. He can’t.
But he’s not sure he can stay, either.
It’s a big, tangled mess, and Jason is no closer to figuring out what to do when Tim approaches him one evening. He sits down with him, holding his tablet, looking like he’s got something on his mind. He doesn’t bother with much preamble.
“My parents bought a place in [idk, some nice coastal or country area] a long time ago. A small vacation home, I think. It was one of those things we didn’t lose when Dad went bankrupt. I think… It looks like a nice place to retire, don’t you think so?”
Jason can hardly believe what he’s hearing, even as he agrees with feeling. He has to pinch himself once or twice, as they start making plans. They’re as methodical about it as they are everything else, hashing out all the details. It doesn’t feel real; not even when they inform the others, not when they start packing. Not even when they finally make the move, or unpack, or settle into the house.
It’s not until the second morning that it starts to sink in. This is real. It’s happening.
They grow roots. Befriend the neighbors. Tim gets back into photography, dragging Jason out with him on long walks to capture the scenery. He gets a job, too, working on cars, and talks Jason into pursuing a degree, the way he always wanted.
They gets visits and calls from the bats, and their friends—some more than others—and they usually even remember to leave business out of it. It’s… everything Jason wanted, honestly—though it’s not always easy. There are still nightmares, restless nights, and times when neither of them can watch or read the news without the urge be out there. Especially when there’s a crisis.
The worst of it, though, is the itching, nagging feeling in Jason’s chest. The thing that tells him it’s too easy. Too simple. Eventually something has to break—and each nightmare, each restless night makes Jason more and more certain it’s going to be Tim. One day, he’s going to wake up and decide that a quiet life with Jason isn’t what he wants after all.
He’ll leave.
Jason keeps his worries to himself. Just—tries to bottle up the good days, tucking them close under his heart, to keep him warm when he’s alone.
Before he knows it, though, a year passes. Tim still hasn’t left. Jason wakes up first, like he always does, and puts on the coffee before starting breakfast. Tim stumbles out of their bedroom just after Jason finishes the pancake batter. Even with a regular sleep schedule, he’s still not a morning person.
He goes for Jason first; winding his arms around his waist and sneaking a kiss before he pours his coffee. He slips out of the way, leaning against the wall to sip his coffee and watch Jason. And somewhere between the first batch of pancakes and the fourth, he glances over, and—he sees it.
Tim is smiling at him over the rim of his cup, still a little hazy from sleep. His eyes are no longer laden with bags. His skin is clear, a little tan. He’s got freckles, just a few, dotting his face. There’s a light, a glow to him that once Jason only saw in glimpses.
He’s happy.
Here.
With Jason.
It knocks the breath from him. He doesn’t know what his face is doing—only that Tim is at his side in an instant, coffee forgotten on the counter. Wrapped in Tim’s arms, Jason finds himself spilling everything, every thought and fear that’s plagued him for the last year. When he’s done, Tim smiles sadly, his hold turning into something like a cradle, despite their size difference.
“Robin was the most important thing in my life for a long time. First because watching you both, knowing what I knew… made me feel part of something bigger. Something amazing. And then because it gave me purpose. I was doing something that mattered, and so that made me feel like I mattered. And being good at it… It made me feel like I belonged, like I was wanted.” He strokes Jason’s cheek. “But… It always felt like it could be taken away. There were times when I thought it had been. And then… us. Jason, I don’t need Robin anymore. You make me feel like I matter—and I don’t… I don’t have to… to be perfect, or prove myself. I can just be here, with you, and that’s enough. I’m enough. And that… It means everything, Jay.”
Jason is tearing up. Supposedly, he’s the one who’s good with words—and Tim has pages of love poetry and sweet letters tucked away that can attest to that—but right now? He has none. All he can do is kiss him, and hope that everything he wants to say comes through.
The gratitude. The awe. The agreement. Tim does matter, and he doesn’t have to do anything to earn it, because Jason loves him. And fuck—the reason Jason stayed, the reason he couldn’t just leave on his own was because with Tim…
Tim has always taken him as he is. He doesn’t ask Jason to be anything more than he is, and because of that… Jason wants to be. He feels like the best version of himself when they’re together, and to hear that he gives Tim that same feeling—
It’s everything.
Tim’s coffee grows cold. Breakfast burns.
Neither of them care.
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#its sappy and self-indulgent bc that's just where i'm at right now ig#thank you for asking!#waffleinator-inator#asks and answers#jaytim#tauriawritesfanfic#also this is another idea/fic/wip ive wanted to yell abt so ty for giving me the opportunity to share!
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I've crawled out of my cave after playing Final Fantasy IX for a long ass time what have I missed?
Artist's Notes:
I'M BACK BABY! A while back I made a post with a new style experimentation thingy but I ended up deleting it because it was just kind of a boring face thing, I was planning on doing more art but then I started playing Final Fantasy IX and uhhhh yeah so that game has kind of taken of my brain for the past two weeks and I am 20 hours into the game because I love it so much. I wanted to draw Vivi because Vivi is just really fun to draw ok? I've kinda been feeling really burnt out with my lineless style, mainly because of how hard it was to do lighting. I'll show one of my initial art style tests on the bottom of this post. Again, used to have it be an individual post but it was just one face so it was kinda boring, so might as well include with this one on the subject of art styles. I wanted to kinda mix some aspects of my older style with the sketchy shading lines with a more painterly way of doing the lighting (mainly in the shadows). All in all, I think that's my favourite part about this drawing, it feels nice to finally be able to do some proper lighting again, and I want to experiment even more with my lighting and rendering in future pieces. Also, part of the pant shading got kinda lost in the sketchiness, so for next time I'll probably focus on the clarity of the more sketchy parts of the drawing, since I did go with my initial sketch for the final drawing. I also gave up on the background since I had no idea what to do for it, and I didn't put too much detail into the staff as I forgot which one I gave him in my current playthrough and I didn't want to risk spoiling myself via looking up references, but that's ok I like how the singular yellow circle on it matches Vivi's eyes. Also I was having a bit of trouble figuring out how to draw his body and how to pose him, but I like how the pose turned out a lot. It was inspired by his idle animation when in a battle in game where he does a little shimmy.
Ok I need to talk about Vivi's design because I love it so fucking much oh my god-
I absolutely love how his face is just in complete shadow and only his eyes stand out, it's so cool and unique and I love how they recontextualized the original black mage design from the classic Final Fantasy games. How they did it I won't say because I don't wanna spoil the game, but someone give this poor baby a therapist because he goes through a lot. Actually, same can be said for all of the FFIX cast, they all need therapy (again, I won't spoil anything, please go play the game for yourself).
While I do love almost all the characters in the game, even though Vivi is most fun to draw, my favourite character has to be Zidane (the main protagonist of the game). He's a really fun protagonist, and they could have easily written him as a misogynistic jerk who doesn't respect women but they didn't, and I really appreciate that. He's just an overall cool dude who's a really nice older brother figure to Vivi and also just has a cool character design (who I also want to draw eventually). Initially in the game I was planning on grinding levels for Vivi to make him the tactical nuke of the party, but then that title went to a different character (who was initially multiple levels behind the group since I grinded the party in the starting area way to much before they joined, but now they are two levels ahead of everyone and have pulled the team through a lot of tough battles, again I won't say who it is because it is kind of a spoiler and the way the gameplay actually ties into their character arc is just so good omfg). Once I eventually finish the game I'll probably write a full review on here, so no spoilers until then lol
Also, I've kinda been burning out a bit with making Touhou art, which also made me a bit burnt out with Touhou stuff in general (although I will continue keeping up with the manga) so getting into other things (i.e. Final Fantasy and even Fallout since I've watched the first season of the TV show which is a whole other post for another day) has helped me refresh and given me something new to think about. I've ended up in the exact place I feared ending up, where I would start drawing fanart for it not because I wanted to but because I felt like I had to, so I'm taking a bit of a break. When I do draw Touhou fanart again I'll try to draw for the sake of myself, and to all the other artists and fanartists on this platform (and on any social media for that matter), take care of yourself and don't forget to take breaks when you need to!
(Ok part of that last paragraph was definitley influenced by the good ol' "it's 9:00pm and I need sleeb, but the message at the end still holds up, always take care of yourself)
Oh yeah, and here is that one style experiment I did btw
Man I really fell down the "Yoshitaka Amano art enjoyer" to "Final Fantasy fan" pipe line didn't I?
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Its been a decent couple of months of productive work, so it's sadly time for a schedule change. I'll be posting pages two weeks apart again. Details provided below if you're curious as to why.
In all honesty there's no big dramatic reason this time around. I've just slowly lost drive to work on Dread Not as often and as thoroughly as I used to be able to. As I said in one of my previous posts (that sounded suspiciously like this one), I want to focus on other projects as well. One of those is my personal art blog, which I've neglected even though I've had art on the backburner that I've been meaning to post for AGES. Kingdomrune is another one of those, where I have shit I could post that I just... never did. Dread Not takes a lot of time and I miss being able to dedicate that time to consuming media instead of just grinding and trying to produce my own. One of the most important things to do as an artist is to broaden your horizons and take in as much art as you can, to diversify and expand what you know and what you can make. But, when all day every day I'm just sitting and drawing my own thing, it's like I have tunnel vision and my creative resources run dry. It's starting to feel weirdly soulless on my end, because I don't feel nearly half the inspiration to make the pages as I did when the big hiatus ended. It's all dependent on time and exposure, and I can only crunch for so long before it starts to feel damaging to me instead of fun and creatively fulfilling.
So what does this mean, practically speaking? Well, for one, I'm spacing out the page upload for the rest of Act 1, as previously mentioned. I'm well aware this will kill the pacing and it'll drag out longer than it theoretically needs to, but I'd even rather that than trying to rush out a page in the Two Days I have free this week (yeah, ONLY two days free out of the ENTIRE week. Don't ask me why it's not even my fuckin' fault this time). If pages become even more scarce than 1 page per 2 weeks, blame it on college. I'm getting new subjects and I don't even know the class schedule yet. Concerning Act 2 though, I'll be changing the structure of the pages from their core. I'll be switching to a different drawing software (probably Krita, suck my dick Photoshop) so it'll take some getting used to. I can't even promise bonus content or anything during the necessary break between acts because of that shift in software happening, I've never done a massive technical move like this. However, it'll allow me to, not only work on Dread Not better, but expand my art overall, so it's definitely worth it. I've wanted to get into animation for YEARS and Krita seems like an okay place to start (the gif on this post WAS made with Photoshop, but shitty gifs are about all I can make as animations in Photoshop). Act 2's style will, predictably, differ heavily from Act 1 and (with how long writing the dialogue alone for it is taking), it might end up being Longer than Act 1, too. Visually, it'll probably be something like cleaned up and coloured sketches, with simpler colour palettes and simpler (big airquotes) visuals overall, and it'll speed up the process and possibly allow me to post more than one page at a time. Possibly. That's not a promise.
I'm sorry if that's disappointing to anyone, but I physically can't make myself continue the current artstyle across all acts. It's just not feasible.
For those curious about the FARTHER future of Dread Not, I have plans to turn Act 3 into a series of fics rather than full comic pages, and something maybe a bit more insane for Act 4. I don't have everything figured out yet, and I don't want to make any false promises or give any grand ideas I won't be able to commit to, since only time will tell how my creativity will flow years from now. If you all want more content from me specifically, again I'm planning on reviving my art tumblr like a half buried zombie, and you'll probably see more there than you bargained for once I actually get into the habit of posting things. If you're mayhaps interested in my original stuff, keep your eyes peeled for a guy called Duro, I might start posting about him some time soon.
As always, thank you for your patience, and apologies again if this news was disappointing to anyone. I'm just one guy and this comic is a titan of biblical proportions. I'll keep you all posted on any further developments and plans for the future! Stay tuned!
#dread not#dreadnot#dread not au#dreadnotau#not comic#kris#schedule update#i was supposed to post this yesterday but then i got fucking sick#spent all day in bed hardly awake#so those two free days i mentioned in the post?#gone. just like that.#fuckin pray for me
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My Comics Process
I've seen other people post an overview of their comic making process, so I figured I'd put up my own for Valley Echoes. Fair warning, a lot of this is probably good examples of what you really shouldn't do. There's bits to it I need to tweak. But overall this is just what works for me.
Step 1: Borderline Maladaptive Daydreaming
I have a general outline of upcoming comics and plot points, mostly in my head, partially written down in a Notepad file named "ejfiejfeij." Sometimes I'll see something like an incorrect quote or headcanon that inspires a part of a comic, and when that happens I'll try to take note of the original creator of said inspiration to credit later.
Several of my comics have been literally inspired by weird things that have happened while playing modded Stardew - one good example being this bit.
Step 2: Sketch Concept
I don't always do this stage in full for every comic - sometimes I just know exactly how things are going to go. But a lot of the time I like doing it because it's a quick way to note down specific visual ideas I have for upcoming comics so I can save time once I get to them.
Funny enough I don't really write scripts for my comics. Again, probably something I should do, but I find writing out scripts actually makes it harder for me to get ideas out fluidly. A script feels like I have to lock down a lot of details right away - that isn't necessarily the truth, it's just how it feels for me, and can result in me not being able to just get the ideas out of my head.
I purposefully keep this stage very, very simplified and loose, mostly for the above reasons. The idea is to keep as much detail-oriented thought away from this stage of the process as possible. You'll see I use certain quick markers to differentiate characters - Shane's sideways hair triangle, Emily's curl, Clint's beard, and Zeke's zig-zaggy hair.
I may write down specific dialogue lines that I know for sure I want in the final comic, but mostly it's just general dialogue ideas or reminders to myself what the "bit" is supposed to be if it's not immediately obvious. I'll add small direction lines if they're important, and quick speech bubbles as a reminder that a character is talking offscreen.
Apologies for my abysmal handwriting. It's readable to me, and in this stage that's really all that matters.
Step 3: Detailed Sketch
This is the part where I finally sit down and take a couple of hours to do the initial comic sketch. Sometimes the final version of this won't entirely match up with the concept. Rarely, I've added or removed panels up until the final image. In most cases, though, this is where the overall comic gets locked in.
I use CSP's 3d models and assets for most of my scenes. I have saved models for each of the characters' proportions, which I find is super great for keeping relative heights consistent. Most of the time when I need props or other set pieces in a scene I'll just use various primatives, however there was absolutely no way in hell I was going to be able to pull that off for the camera, so that's its own asset.
I don't carry my notes over from concept to this stage, I mostly just refer back to the concept layer when I need to add those bits. I've been trying to get more in the habit of sketching out word bubble blocks at this stage to get an idea of how much space I need to leave in each panel. I didn't do this for this comic, which did lead to issues with the one panel where Zeke is trying to walk naturally, but oh well.
Step 4: "Inking"
I like to call this stage "inking" but it's really doing the final clean up layer. This is where I start messing with vectors.
There's actually a lot of steps to this that I can't quite show in this final layer version. Here, I start with just drawing over the lines in the detailed sketch layer with my "inking" pen. I try to keep my lines clear and tend to draw over crossing lines so I can erase the overflow later for a cleaner look. Throughout this stage I'm doing a lot of line adjustments, simplifying where I can, just to make the next part easier.
After I've done all that, I'll go back and adjust line thicknesses. I could probably do a whole post on that alone, but in general I lean toward thicker lines, thickening the lines of clothing, hair, eyebrows, and eyes in particular, as well as thinning wrinkle and other small detail lines.
Step 4: Base Color
I have a pallet of base black-grey-white colors for Valley Echoes, each of which I use consistently for different details. For example, nearly all characters get the same "skin" color (exceptions being Maru, Jas, and Demetrius, who each have their own). Zeke and Shane's hair and common outfit colors are also saved, as well as a few for other recurring characters.
Other than that, I try to "color" according to what needs to stick out in a scene and just trying to make sure grayscale tones aren't too similar next to each other and muddied. If two characters are going to be standing next to each other frequently I try to give them noticeably different shades in their clothing.
The process for this is slightly different for in-color comics. I also have pallets saved for those comics.
Step 5: Details
This is where I'll go back in and add other details that can't simply be added with fill and other tools. In this case, I added Shane's stubble, the blushing in several panels, and Clint turning blue with effect lines.
This is also where I'll add a background. Again, I try to keep the backgrounds so that they don't muddy the foreground elements.
Step 5: Dialogue
This is the bit where I'm likely going to do some revamping in the future. CSP's base dialogue tools are...not great. I'm considering finding another program for doing this bit.
I've also been trying to learn more about methods for dialogue bubble placement in general. This is the bit that can be the most frustrating for me, but overall it works.
How to write the dialogue itself would probably take up multiple posts in of itself. It's a bit instinctual to me because I have much more experience with writing in general. There's also a lot you can say about how splitting dialogue into different bubbles changes how those lines are interpreted, etc.
In this case, a chunk of this comic is taken directly from the original SDV scene, slightly altered for timing purposes. When it comes to canon scenes, it variates on how strictly I follow the dialogue.
After this step, it's just splitting each of these into separate images for each panel and uploading to Tumblr. And I guess that's my very messy, still in development process.
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✨ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨
I was tagged by @reminiscingintherain to do this (thanks Roni!) and I loved reading her answers to these!
How many works do you have on ao3?
105
2. What's your total ao3 word count?
1,083,820
3. What fandoms do you write for?
One Direction and Harry Potter (Drarry)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) 3,949 (ooh getting close to the next thousand. I have an anon who comes and asks me for more of this fic every time I get a milestone # on this one, so I'll maybe be talking to you again soon, anon lol)
That's How I Know 3,443
Consequences 2,631
If I Loved You Less 2,387
Waiting 1,803
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I do! Every single one! I get pretty anxious if I don't answer them fairly quickly to be honest. Sometimes I get behind, but not by more than usually a month or so. I really loved getting a response from writers to my comments especially when I first started reading in fandom. To be fair, I left a lot of unhinged comments lol. They probably stood out a little. But I loved having that connection to a writer, so I try to have it in return with anyone reading my fics.
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
For You I'd Bleed Myself Dry
I don't write unhappy endings, so this isn't exactly an unhappy ending. But it's a turning vampire fic so. Becoming the undead is angsty-ish, right?
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Until (series)
Probably this one because they end up having two weddings in the time stamp lol They're ridiculous and I love them.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not very often that I can think of. I can only think of it happening once off the top of my head and it was someone who hadn't even read the fic so.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I doooo! I wouldn't say I love writing it, but I write it when the story seems to go there. I am not really a pwp writer though, and I haven't written fics where the main point is the smut. And the only reason for that is because I just haven't had an idea that called for that!
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I've written a couple of Potter Direction ficlets. But probably the weirder ones are the Louis/Rob Pattinson ones lol. The weirdest of those is probably: Interview with the vampire
I'm also writing a Peaky Blinders crossover right now actually.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I have, unfortunately. I ended up making a Wattpad account for the sole purpose of reporting my stolen fics.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, I allow translations so there's a bunch out there now.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Wine Not?
I have! Once! It was a giant group of us lol I made some great friends from writing that fic! And actually @taggiecb and I just started talking about writing a mystery fic, but who knows if we'll ever write it
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
OOF. I am a great lover of ships hence my running a rare pair fic fest. There's really something about Draco/Harry or Louis/Nick Grimshaw...I guess the enemies to lovers vibes of it all. The bickering. The drama. sighhh so good.
But I don't know that I can really say that I love any more than my OG Louis/Harry.
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I am NOT linking it. But I have an unfinished wip out there on ao3 that haunts me. If I ever can figure out what to do with it, I'll finish it.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Maybe humor as evidenced by my more popular fics, I guess. Dialogue maybe just because I find that easy to write. taggiecb is always having to tell me to add more of what the characters are thinking because all I want to write is them talking lol
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Some of the things I've worked on specifically over the years are: writing meaningful smut, writing more vivid sensory details, and having strong characters.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I probably wouldn't. I have a vague memory of using another language once. Italian? I'm pretty sure I set a fic in Rome and had a bit of Italian in it. But I had an Italian friend translate that bit for me. So I'd say have a native speaker help with that.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
As Roni said in her answer...technically I wrote Bill/Ted fic with a childhood friend when we were little kids but we had no idea we were writing fanfiction. Purposely written fic would be One Direction.
20. Favourite fic you've written?
Hmmm this is hard. It changes on a whim but maybe Consequences because it probably has the best plot I've ever written. But I don't reread this one because it brings back weird memories for me. Like I dreamed up the plot twistyness on the way to my pulmonologist and immunologist appointments FUN TIMES. So in a way it reminds me of when I was very sick. Whomp. Okay now I've brought down the mood. Let me try and steer this in another direction...I love both If I Loved You Less and Ace of Spades because they are set during the Regency era and I have just now realized they both involve a kidnapping. Read the first one if you want Louis to be kidnapped and Ace if you want Harry to be kidnapped. THAT DID NOT HELP THE MOOD IM SORRY
I'll tag: @kingsofeverything @disgruntledkittenface @voulezloux @tommokat @loveislarryislove @alwaysxlarrie @larry-hiatus and anyone else who wants to do this just say I tagged you!
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Okay so maybe a fic where Hyunjin gets seduced out of his diet by Seungmin. 👉🏻👈🏻 like he offers him snackies, takes him out for meals, and his clothes get a little snug but Min is always like ‘you’re just getting healthy don’t worry’. And then however else you wanna take it from there 😭👉🏻👈🏻 👕🍔💙 if things could get a bit spicy too >.< maybe another member agrees with Hyunjin being ‘healthy’? IDK down bad 😭
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I loved writing this fic although I'm sorry that it doesn't correspond perfectly to your request but I hope you will enjoy it!
PIECE OF CAKE
It happens to everyone in their life to start a diet, yet Hyunjin innocently believed that his metabolism and the fact that he grew tall and skinny made him invulnerable to fat and therefore able to binge as much as he wanted.
But that's until he sarted has difficulty putting on a pair of jeans like - he couldn't even get them past his now thick thighs.
The realization sent him into a state of shock as he pinched his round belly and declared to himself "it's time to go on a diet".
The only problem? Hyunjin didn't know anything about nutrition! Like I said, he focused on his genes and thought the rest was just a detail. For him, all those stories about lipids, protides, carbohydrates, proteins and calories were superfluous details.
Luckily, he could count on Seugmin, his best friend / crush ! As soon as he told him of his intention to go on a diet, Seungmin was initially taken aback and affectionately pinched his cheek, saying "why? You're so cute like that!"
But Hyunjin took a different view, so with a sigh Seungmin said nothing and just waved goodbye to Hyunjin's chubby day.
And yes, seeing him so sad, eating nothing but a salad at the office and a bottle of water, broke his heart in two, and he had a peculiar idea, admittedly a very silly one, but if Hyunjin was so gullible and not very knowledgeable about nutrition, then it might just work.
As Hyunjin began his five-day diet of salad and water, Seungmin came up to him and announced. "Hyung, this is not the right way to do it".
Curious but surprised, Hyunjin looked at him, "So how do I do? You know I don't have time to go to the gym!"
-"No, silly, there's a much easier way! Diet puts your body in starvation mode, so any food you eat turns into fat!"
Hyunjin put aside his salad, surprised though he was, how could a salad make him fat?
- "See, what you need to do is give your body a large quantity of carbohydrates and sugar, it will be so overloaded that everything will be digested and the fat will disappear" concluded the young employee as Hyunjin seemed to drink in his words without even doubting them for a second.
-"So to lose weight I have to eat?"
- "Exactly, eat lots of food! I'll help you hyung if you want".
- "Oh Minnie, what would I do without you?" Hyunjin smiled broadly before coming to embrace his best friend, relieved to have finally found the solution to his problems.
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-"So if I want to lose weight, I have to eat all of this ?"
- "That's right, Hyung, you have to eat at least until you feel you can't swallow anything, then you'll have overloaded your stomach and the fat will evacuate" said Seungmin, almost surprised that his plan had actually worked.
Facing him was Hyunjin and multiple plates. They'd stopped at a buffet so as not to have to spend too much money, leaving Hyunjin the opportunity to eat as much as he want.
-"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat, Minnie? You paid for it too".
But Seungmin was quick to reassure him, offering to "eat for him" so that the two of us didn't pay for nothing.
And once again, the youngest was surprised by two things:
1- That Hyunjin so credibly believed him
2- his ability to eat so much food
Honestly, if someone had told him that his friend, who had the perfect figure of a model, was a glutton, he wouldn't have believed it.
yet he could see him eating plate after plate, bowl after bowl, letting the dishes pile up beside him like a tower as he sighed.
- "I think I've eaten enough now" commented Hyunjin before falling back on the back of his seat, seeming beyond his limit. And honestly, Seungmin didn't even expect him to eat that much!
-"Wait, you haven't even eaten the desserts, Hyung!"
What? If Hyunjin had been able to eat almost 2.5 kilos of food on his own, a little dessert wouldn't go amiss, right?
What? Is Seungmin taking advantage of the situation because seeing Hyunjin pig out turns him on ?
How did you know? Seungmin was sure he had acted quite discreetly!
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For three months now, Hyunjin has been following the routine taught to her by Seungmin << eat a lot to overload your body and lose weight >>.
But the blond man thought there must be a flaw, because his once wide shirt, which he wore without any problem, was starting to get tight.
Curious, Hyunjin decided to take a look in the mirror, and what a surprise to see his entire body metamorphosed!
His belly had become a massive ball of fat hanging out from under his jeans, he could see the big muffin top hanging out from the sides too, and his chest had softened to look like a small pair of B-cup breasts.
But that was just the upper part of his body, as the lower part was much more bigger! You see, Hyunjin seemed to have the morphology of a pear, so his thighs and ass were the ones that had grown the most. His thighs had become so big and heavy that they rubbed against each other, while the extra charge of his ass meant that no pair of jeans fit him perfectly.
-"oh my god, I must be dreaming" he cried as he walked up to the scale (or rather waddled over to it) and weighed himself.
He tapped it and saw the numbers scroll up to the final weight << 95 kg (≈ 209 lb)>>.
Hyunjin couldn't believe it, how could it be possible? Seungmin had told him that the fat would come off on its own!
Speaking of him, here he was, arriving at the tall blond man's house (good thing he did know his apartment pasword) with a big box of pastries in his hand. He'd stopped at BbokAri bakery, Hyunjin's favorite bakery, and taken away his favorite pastries.
-"Jinnie, I'm here!" he cried, as he bumped into Hyunjin's house, he exepted to find him munching some of his favorite pastry of resting on the sofa , but definitly not a bare-chested Hyunjin, obviously very worried.
He then put down the box of pastries and came over to his friend with a worrying face. "What's going on, Jinnie?"
- "Y-You told me I'd lose weight if I did this, but look at me, I'm so hideous and fat" Hyunjin said, almost on the verge of bursting into tears.
Seungmin's heart clenched, he didn't want it to end like this, had his love for his friend's curves gone too far?
-"You know ... you've just got a healthy body, look at you, you don't look hungry or starving at all ! You're so beautiful and radiant, so don't you dare say your is hideous!" Seungmin declared, as his heart beating at top speed.
Hyunjin looked at him confused but reassured, "you don't think I'm hideous?"
-"No, you're the most attractive man in my eyes".
Hyunjin's smile quickly seemed to return, okay he was still XXL in size, but Seungmin found him seductive! And he wasn't going to lie if he said that all that fat on his body didn't turn him on a little!
-"I brought you some pastries, would you like to try some?
- "From BbokAri Bakery?"
Seungmin nodded as Hyunjin jumped for joy.
The two of them had definitely found each other.
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They had such a good time that only a month later they had their first kiss, and then they proclaimed themselves a couple.
Seungmin, overcome with remorse, confessed his lie to Hyunjin, but while he expected Hyunjin to dramatize and leave him, all he got was "Oh, I see, so I just got fat" followed by a chuckle.
As it turned out, Hyunjin, though naive, was no fool, but the fatter he got, the more his body excited him. So when Seungmin told him it was a lie, he was hardly surprised at all.
And then when he told Changbin hyung about it at first, the brunette didn't seem to understand until he mentioned "Seungmin told me to do that" so that Changbin straightened up and told him to continue, adding "he was healthy and didn't need to go to the gym".
So there Hyunjin was. Lying on his bed, his belly being too full to move, not even worrying about his weight, which had become his greatest fantasy in just four months.
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- "Jinnie, don't eat so much, it's not your party!" commented Seungmin, trying to pull Hyunjin away from the birthday cake.
You see, for Changbin's birthday he had been invited to celebrate, and although Hyunjin was close to the brunette, the buffet was more interesting than watching him open his birthday presents.
-"But Minnie, I'm hungry" he exclaimed, before Seungmin sighed and left him to it.
Fortunately, all eyes were on the brunette, so no one saw Hyunjin gorge himself on a third slice of cake, and they didn't see what happened next too.
It really wasn't the day for Hyunjin to wear that shirt, and as he tried to stretch, one of the buttons flew off and landed on the floor, leaving the couple to face this embarrassing yet exciting situation.
-"I told you this shirt won't fit me".
- "But I didn't think you were going to pop a button here!
- "I dare you to say that doesn't turn you on !"
- "Of course it does, but this isn't the place for Jinnie, you know.
Hyunjin pout while Seungmin sighed . They both loved each other too much.
But as no one seemed to be paying any attention to them, Seungmin decided to take his boyfriend chubby hand and lead him to the bathroom: "If we're quick, I don't think anyone will notice it".
The next thing we knew, the couple behind the door were a little too much in love, but above all, the bathroom was poorly soundproofed.
-"Am i hearing people having sex? By the way, where are Seungmin and Hyunjin?" exclaimed a bewildered Chan
Changbin sighed, they'd really picked the worst time to have sex
But who could blame them? They loved each other too much
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He sat in his chair in front of his newly minted desk with a slight stretch upwards, facing the shining planks and gentle orange glow of the rest of house. A well-worn pen lay on the surface of the desk, next to a new notebook and a small cordial of black ink. Out of a small leather pouch came a small box, inside which rested a nib, which was then screwed onto the pen in place of the old one.
After months of travel, Pixl figured he'd take the long way round with his journaling tonight.
He hadn't had much time to jot things down ever since he'd shown up here- between running from spiders, trying to cobble (hah) enough diamonds together to craft a pickaxe, running from spiders, and visiting the Nether to make some horribly time-consuming roof tiles, he'd been a bit busy. But new worlds were always lots of work, after all, and he'd thrown himself into the hustle and bustle of getting started so many times that the routine was more like supple leather: worn and familiar, the actions practiced and almost a dance.
Ah. There his mind went, wandering again as it often did when he wasn't able to access a pen or paper or (more commonly) a reliable power source to plug his laptop or phone into. Some worlds didn't even *have* electricity as Earth knew it- redstone was just a crude spark of magic dust to them, but he'd gotten lucky this time. At least he'd be able to actually contact people without resorting to magical means.
The pen hovered over the paper, words momentarily forgotten, and with a sigh Pix set it to the paper and starting writing.
"June 6th-
The long gap between this update and the last has an actual explanation this time: I've finally found the world that Fwhip sent the details of, after weeks of getting lost. Walking out of time and space is really weird. I got there in the end, though, hence the new journal and the first entry.
It seems the universe is not done with Pixl the archaeologist, not yet. I arrived- (fashionably) late as I often am) -not in my regular outfit, but something very close to what I'd worn in the second world of Empires. I've discovered that I can pull some rather strange and downright improbable things out of gravel, including lapis lazuli, carrots, and once an entire cake that I refuse to touch. Shelby says it tastes fine, with a faint aftertaste of dirt. I have not asked why she knows what dirt tastes like, nor will I because I do as well.
This world is populated with most of the people who were on Empires but with a couple new faces as well. I'm familiar with Scar, of course, but I've heard of Owen- a pilot who crash landed here and is on a quest to get an origin of his own beyond human. Sausage told me that, and also cheerfully informed me that he blew up the poor lad's camera. I'll have to figure out how to make a new one and also inform him when we inevitably cross paths that being human isn't quite a bad thing.
I myself have spent the past few days seperated from contact with the rest of the world, though, busy running around and gathering samples of literally every cool looking rock I could get my hands on and unfamiliar fauna, including Nether reeds- the lava equivalent of sugarcane- and proceeded to spend the next three days weaving it into roof tiles. No regrets.
I know I'll be here a while, so I've gone ahead and built myself a nice little house on a stony outcrop. It has four wings with things like tinkering tables, my desk, a loft with my bed, and of course, the front door, because I'm not interested in phasing through walls. Again. That was a difficult month and a half.
That's about everything, I suppose. I've been building for two days. I'm going to go to bed now and probably sleep in."
The journal snapped shut with a satisfying thock, glass dinged as the cap was screwed back onto the jar of ink, wood creaked as two feet climbed the ladder, and then the little house was silent for the rest of the night and well into the morning.
#ray's tag#mcyt#nlsmp#pixlriffs#writing#gods. so excited for this. new life smp let's GOOOOO BAYBEEEEEEE#also im removing the readmore because this isnt very long and i've decided that everyone needs to see this#keys' writing
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WIP Ask game. I am wildly curious about werewolf-Finrod. Yes please, I am sold, please tell me all the things. I also feel this way about the X-Men AU, so take your pick!
Both? Both is good.
Werewolf!Finrod is what it says on the tin, Finrod is re-embodied in Aman as a werewolf. I think I said before that some of it was inspired by your Host of the West. He Returns not long before Elwing's arrival, and of course if the Valar weren't going to forbid him from going back to Middle-Earth to fight, the fact that he turns into a clawed monster every time he has a strong emotion surely does it.
He's having a really hard time. It does get better, and I want to keep writing until he makes his peace with it (the whole thing sprung from an image I had of Finrod pouncing on a very confused just-Returned Celegorm) and even perhaps gets a couple of tiny wolf cubs to raise...
Here's a snippet:
Was the werewolf that ate him an elf once? Is that what Finrod is destined to become?
“Why did you let me out?” he murmurs at the wall – at Mandos in his Halls. “If I’m a monster, if I’m a danger to everyone – why let me out? There long shall ye abide, you promised us, and yet here I am. Little pity shall they find –is this your version of little pity? That living again should be worse even than being dead?”
“Oh, Findaráto,” someone murmurs behind him.
Arafinwë doesn’t flinch when Finrod turns around on his bed, still naked and covered in scratches. Their eyes meet, and there is no fear in his father’s gaze. He comes to sit close to Finrod, on the edge of the mattress, and holds out his hand, not quite touching him.
Even as he turns back to the wall, finding the world too overwhelming still to face, Finrod grabs that hand in a bruising grip.
The X-Men AU that I started yesterday is (presumably) more light-hearted! I've been sick with Covid all week and mostly unable to write, but had a lot of time for vaguely feverish daydreaming, some of which somehow coalesced into this:
Dynamics-wise (shipping aside), Fëanor and Fingolfin make wonderful Magneto and Prof X
Mutation-wise, Fëanor has something like energy manipulation, Fingolfin something to do with ice, while Arafinwë is a ProfX-level telepath (he gets the disability as well because I can)
Finwë built a school for mutants with his sons, but Fëanor broke off from them because of ahem political differences and made his own faction
Now Fingolfin is head of the school slash vigilante headquarters, with his adult children as the men, uh, F-Men? (I haven't actually settled on a name lmao)
I am very fond of mutant AUs, and I'm specifically fond of mutation-as-disability takes
Fingon is Cyclops. But Cyclops before anyone figured out how to block his blasts, so he's also functionally blind.
That makes Maedhros Jean Grey, though his power is fire-based. They also have Cherik vibes, being on competing/opposing sides. (Artanis is kind of the other side of Jean Grey, with the uncontrollable psychic powers)
About two years ago, Maedhros was captured by Morgoth Corp's Head of R&D Mairon, and experimented on for months until Fingon broke into their headquarters and blasted them to smithereens to free him (he also blasted Maedhros's hand off in the process)
I have powers figured out for most of the Finwëans but it would be too long to go into details here, so i'll only share the fun ones: Lalwen is Mystique, Ambarussa have super-speed, Irissë is Havok. Finrod is Rogue. Kinda.
I shared a little snippet last night, I don't have a lot more writing than that at this point but it's very fun so far.
Thank you for the ask!!
From this WIP ask game.
#ask game#echo's fanfiction#echo's writing thoughts#silm x-men au#werewolf finrod au#finrod#silmarillion#tolkien
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