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linksthoughtbrambles · 2 years

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I KNOW I SAID THE BEAR PRESERVE PROMPT, AND YOU TAKE THAT IF YOU WANT BUT I ACTUALLY WENT TO A LIST FOR THIS ON LOL

SO, your call on which (if either) you want, but I'm going to give you two because you said farscape and now I'm not okay.

Zelink- "so then they make a fool proof plan they think will work just to hold their love interests hand"

Jon/Aeryn (DO THEY EVEN HAVE A SHIP NAME??)- "character a blatantly flirting and character b answering everything bluntly and 100% seriously"

ANYWHO! CONGRATS ❤️❤️❤️

[Okay, Deilia, you're going to get two fics, but here's the Zelink one first! This... turned out way darker than I intended it to. Your ask seemed more lighthearted than this--but I've had this moment in my head for a long time for post-game ALTTP Link and Zelda, and it wouldn't let me not write it. I hope you enjoy it anyway!]

The Choice Is Hers

“The celebrated captain of the Princess’ personal guard should have no difficulty retrieving that flag, should he?” sneered Lord Jravdis’ teenage son with all the simpering insincerity of gross entitlement (Link kept his revulsion secreted in his core self, perhaps leaking through in the pits of his pupils, but nowhere else)—with an aggressive stomp, widening his still-unintimidating stance, the boy added, “If he can’t, it’s not a fair test, now, is it?”; it stirred Link’s already-tumultuous grief at the unfairness, at the suitors’ presence here at all, at Zelda’s father’s adherence to oppressive law forcing her to choose between them, at the Silence he must keep, at her ignorance of its significance, and grief it was—for what choice did he have?—he could whisk her away, and he’d no doubt she’d go with him willingly (joyously), that she’d welcome the heat of his mouth on hers and the far deeper love he’d gift her, but that would make it his choice, not hers, and he would not take it from her.

Ensnared in a stalemate nine-tenths-wrought of his own sense of morality, he watched Zelda (his other half, his partner, the woman who’d felled Ganon with him in the Pyramid of Power, who’d helped him craft what they’d thought the perfect wish: the restoration of lives lost to Aghanim’s coup) lope toward the greased challenge-flagpole and leap upward with mountain-doe-grace, with a seemingly impossible grasshopper-like spring, snatching the flag from the arms of the sky itself and landing with a roll, the fingers of one hand splayed against the ground to steady her, the whole event so elegantly quiet the boy took no notice; yet he noticed Link’s eyes, turning in time to see Zelda in all the airy, sideways elegance she’d come to adopt in the dark wilds wielding the golden bow, presenting the flag to him—Link’s smile emerged undefeatable, raising the muscles on his face, raising himself from a pit of impassible constriction, a grin following soon after at the one on her face as she said, “It seems fair to me—here you are,” offering the dusty prize to the lord’s son.

Link knew at once from the measured path of her night-blue eyes on the boy’s face, Zelda had never expected this peacock to accept anything suggesting her worth outstripped his, and when he demurred (with an infuriating utterance that someone must have retrieved it for her), Zelda closed the space between herself and Link, lifted his hand, and placed the flag within it—with one of her hands supporting Link’s and the other pressing the flag to him, every seam on the undersides of her fingers knowing every wrinkle on his palm as she slid at a rate of millimeters per eon against it; “Then I’ll present this to you, Link—for I know you could have retrieved it, were you not too honorable to flaunt your prowess,” she said, her wind-chime voice at once the most glorious and torturesome song he’d ever heard—“and let it be known, any suitor who dares contend with my guard captain will certainly lose, and his arrogance made clear beyond any doubt—Link is not some animal in a menagerie, beholden to your whims,” she rang with finality, and Link prayed in that moment, prayed she knew more of wedding nights than she should, that she’d seek him beneath the blanket of darkness to make the choice he desperately wanted: and if not, that he could bear a despair complete as if the three jagged prongs of Ganon’s trident had thrust through his spinal column and burst out his front, in searing pain and impotence.

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[Note: The lengths of these 'sentences' are reaaaaaaally pushing it, hehe.]

#thanks for the ask!#3 sentence fic #supposedly #boy is there a lot of punctuation here #a link to the past #the-wish-backfires AU #zelink #alttp link #alttp zelda #in this au zelda went with him #and didn't stay in the sanctuary #i've had that story in my head so long #but haven't written it down

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bookshelf-in-progress · 7 months

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There's always a danger of caring too much about a story, and then getting paralyzed by the need to do it justice, so it never gets written.

I've solved this problem in the past by writing stories so fast that I don't have time to get too invested, or writing stories that I'm not that attached to.

But maybe the trick is to love the story so much that I want to share it any way I can, even if it's imperfect. To feel that any version of this story is better than the story never getting written at all. To get out of my own way and stop worrying about what other people will think of my writing, or even what I think of my writing, and love the story for its own sake, love the readers enough to want to have the joy of sharing the story with them.

Maybe it'll work. Maybe it won't. But so far it feels like a much better approach.

#adventures in writing #i think inklings has finally born fruit for me #other years i've stayed far away from beloved story concepts #for just this reason #and then i mentally shelved most of those story concepts #recognizing i'd likely never write them in a way that lives up to my imagination #and that probably gave me the distance i needed to pick some of them up again #for one thing the short time frame of inklings forces me to get down to the heart of the concept to fit it into a short story #and the long development time means i've had time to figure out what the core of the concept *is*#what keeps this story lingering in my imagination; which means i know what the good parts are #and then the deadline also forces me to try to write it fast and short #because if i don't write it for inklings i likely never will #and that's a tragedy i want to avoid #having such a clear concept of the story's core #means i can put up with ugly haphazard drafts #because i know what the overall story feels like; i've had years to develop it #so instead of a bad draft proving a story's not worth writing #i *know* that the story's worth writing because it's stuck with me this long #so the ugly drafts are just the building blocks necessary to create the final product #of course the danger is that i'll put out a story and it won't be as cool outside my head #and people will hate this piece of my soul i've poured out to them #but if i love it enough maybe it'll reach that special status #where it means so much to me personally that the wider audience reaction doesn't matter #but before i worry about this i gotta write a draft first

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pocketramblr · 7 months

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In the new chapter at the end it is revealed Nana didn't die from AFO nuking her, but he was holding her by the throat in her finals moments. So this adds to the AFO got all the OFA users body in his fridge. Like you open AFO's fridge and you see Yoichi's body carefully laid out and tucked gently in the back wrapped with some blankets and fake flowers and then you look at the bottom of the fridge and all the other OFA users are just messily shoved in there.

Hold on I gotta put this on my scale and weigh it against other retcons to determine if it's "weird and kinda pointless but not directly contradictory to established canon" or "stupid retcon done to uh make someone with an established history character flaw not have it (ie., change the fact that it was more fun when AfO was just lying about all the hands when we knew he couldn't have Nana's due to her being nuked) for uhh no reason" or something in between

#like. i guess literally being nuked maybe didn't incenerate Nana instantly. but like. do you know how much work I've had to do to make some #of these choices make any sense at all.#how many times I've put my head in my hands and said 'that is literally the opposite of how this quirk was proven to work earlier and #improves no part of the story and doesn't even do anything fun with unreliable narrators'#I gave up on keeping up to date on new chapters so long ago #i only have so much generosity in me #pocket talks to people #anon #did i get far enough in my tags that this won't show up in the main one #i hope so #bnha manga spoilers #i guess. you think I'm fact checking any of these anymore?

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astrxealis · 8 months

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okay rambles but i started creatively writing in like ... 5th grade? and. oh god just a little encouragement to anyone looking to get into writing or insecure or whatnot, but HELLS, maybe it's to he expected with my (obviously) very young age and inexperience with writing then, but my writing was really. yeah. Yeah. but then i'm what... a lot older now, obviously, and my writing has gotten leagues better. i'm probably not a good example for this bcs childhood years development stuff are different etc etc BUT practicing writing more and whatnot really does go a long way :]

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#my writing in 2020 is a lot different than my writing now even! especially so compared to my writing from 2010s #reading a lot of media is also really important :] i always read a lot of books BUT i only started to really read poetry since the pandemic #which were uh basically my early teenage years so idk if i'm a good example for this bcs childhood brain development and stuff (???)#BUT STILL ..... playing games like ffxiv and being really invested in the lore and writing + reading more poems and being fascinated with #more authors and pieces of literature + expanding my general vocabulary knowledge whatnot ... it all really goes a long way!#oh man i'm pretty proud of myself actually. i do love my writing. as imperfect (as all things are) it is.#i had a lot of Pauses with writing throughout my uhh relatively short life thus far since i'm NOT yet an adult and all aha but yeah!#so bless ffxiv again for bringing back my writing spirit... and other medias and whatever <3 #rn i have to thank bg3 for bringing back my Creative Spirit bcs i've been writing a lot more again and having/working on my creative ideas!!#okay i just wanted to ramble a bit lol ^_^ there!#idk my being a writer is very important to me. and my journey as one too.#i want to make a book one day! most feasibly would be to make a collection of short stories :] a bit similar to 'm is for magic' maybe bcs #i grew up with that lol neil gaiman i adore you <3 #i have a very special original world in my head but i am a little selfish and want to keep them all to myself... oops. or who knows!#anyway i have a lot of ideas and i adore writing and literature sooo much <3 #anyway. okay. leaving it here.#cheering on every writer author whatever out there !!! unless you're a sucky person of course yuck bigots but yeah ^^ <3 #huge writing inspo for me is uhhhhhhhh. thinking #ffxiv! does ffxiv count. esp drk quests. and shb as a whole. and then... edgar allan poe? neil gaiman? yeah?#can't remember anyone else good gods but i love vivid and imaginative storytelling and writing descriptively :] a bit of prose but also #quite simple in its eloquence (???) unsure honestly oh gods anyway BYE rambles over apollo signing off beep boop AGHHHHH (screams)

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starstaiined · 4 months

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thinking about the unforgiving nature of the passage of time

#just realized that i've probably rocked my baby boy to sleep for the last time without realizing jt #he's three right now and so fucking big #when did he get so big?#everytime i used to watch him when he was a baby i'd put the same lullaby on and rock him to sleep #he'd tuck his little head against my neck and i'd just rock him #tonight i picked him up and he had a growth spurt so he doesn't quite fit the way he used to #but he still cuddled close and hugged me tight while i rocked him #had to put him down and tuck him in so he could actually sleep comfortably though #long gone are the days where he'd drift off comfortably on me then i'd go around cleaning things up while holding him in one hand #god #i dont miss the person i used to be #i'm glad for the time passing for that much #i've learned to stop drowning in the waves of grief #learned how to cup it before it can grow. to say 'i know this hurts and i'm sorry it does. let's sit in it together.'#learned how to mourn without swandiving into a lake of self pity #but for all i've changed in the past few years so has everyone else #the kids have grown up. all of them were so little and are now at such different stages of their little lives #and i'm grateful to be a part of their story but damn it's so bittersweet #anyways i'm rambling and probably incoherent i'm just overly emotional about this

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arcanchrys-fr · 1 year

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wait wait wait hold up

before FR staff publishes any new lore or about about the suspected Arcane Ancient, i NEED to say my fanlore story NOW

i've never gotten around to properly typing it, but i have bits and pieces around my lair lore project all over my lair and den, as well as snippets here on my blog and on my discord. and in notebooks and sketchbooks i'm sure. i'm getting so energetically defensive right now because i've literally had this story in my head and heart for YEARS, and it is TERRIFYING to see how similar it's going to sound now that i'm typing out a summary as fast as i can, to "Look! A shooting star!"

my lair's lore...literally begins like that

there is a meteor approaching the ground of sorienth, and it collides into a great, vast land of one of the floating crystalline terra, and this floating terra explodes into many gigantic shards. these shards were shot across the land in sorienth, each shard piercing the ground in several areas:

shard 1 (the arcaned shard): a smallish-medium sized shard in the less dense zone of the starwood strand some distance away from the Archive

shard 2 (the macabre shard): a large shard the land between Wispwillow Grove and the Emperor's Wake, on the Tangle Wood's side before the staircase before Luminax

shard 3 (the scorched shard): a medium-large shard some distance southeast of Cinderslag, towards the Emberglow Hearth and slightly nearing the Shifting Expanse

shard 4 (the woodland shard): a medium shard hitting just outside a [fanmade] town on the nature's domain, close to the earth's domain. the town has a bridge on the outskirts that bridges nature and earth together, and traveler's and merchant's passage that is kept peaceful. north of the Everbloom Gardens on the main continent.

shard 5 (the hollows shard): about halfway between the Zephyr Steppes and Singer's Brook, slightly more towards the Steppes

shard 6 (the glaciered shard): near an icy crystalized castle-esque mansion kept by an icy prince, on a [fan] claimed ice floe of many acres that has access to the sea shared between the Southern Icefield, the Windswept Plateau, and the Ashfall Waste.

shard 7 (the decomposing shard):

i was planning to have one or two more shards. i started to plan out shard 8, but i forget where i wrote it, where i wanted it to have landed, its theme, etc.

at the crash site, the largest shard of the meteorite remained. where it had pierced the earth, it began to pulsate a powerful magical energy that began to interact with the earth it touched. it happened to have collided with an old, old, oooold fae's nest, long left behind and left for the wild to reclaim, but the wild of the starwoods had not yet decomposed the shards of an egg that had hatched, long, long ago. as the meteorite pulsed and hummed, the shards of the egg began to find it self back together, slowly wiggling and scooting back to one another. each little piece within enough distance of the meteorite. where there were pieces that must have been blown away and otherwise eroded, crystalspine, crystal rocks, minerals, and other bits of geology filled in the gaps. the shell of an egg crept its way back to fuse together...and had bored its way down, down, down beneath the meteorite, that had pierced into a small cavern under the land. now a unified, solid object partially built with rock and minerals, it sank down onto the cavern floor, soft metallic sand catching its fall and insulating it.

(earlier, before the crash...) a young guardian dragon, nomadic and native to Scarred Wasteland, had left his family/clan/pack long ago to wander. he had stayed at his childhood pack for decades, watching each of his littermates, younger siblings, and cousins of all kinds grow and gain their spark for each of their guardian pilgrimages, but he, none to follow. a more gentle, patient, calmer, more observant dragon than the most of his plague family. after watching and waiting as each of his chaotic siblings grow and reach their epiphanies for decades, he bid his pack goodbye and became a wanderer, depressed, but quietly optimistic that perhaps he needed to stir something within him, travel to induce his Search. a couple years have gone, when one night as he wandered by the coast of where the Scarred Wasteland and the Windswept Plateau converged, he looked up at the starry sky, idly gazing, and then a particularly bright and twinkling star seemed to be growing brighter with a streaking tail following behind it. a falling star? as he began to understand that something was falling from the sky and was about to strike the earth, he felt his heart beating faster, harder, livelier. in fact, he had never felt more alive in his life. he packed up his small camp and began to follow this star, towards the Starfall Isles, a land he had been too hesitant to approach until now. his body full of jubilant energy, his wings stretching with a new kind of air, his bones feeling lighter, as if full of radiant light itself. he flew for days without a break, not even for food or water. he was still flying in the sky as he watched this great meteorite strike the ground, and kept flying until the knockback of the collision wave finally met his being, knocking him back and onto the ground. the initial wave just knocked him onto the ground with some bumps and bruises. as he shook himself off and stood back up, he could see the second wave bringing a massive wall of dust and debris coming. his heart leaped with joy but his gut sank with fear. he knew, deep down, that this is where his heart wanted to go, that whatever this star had brought him would bring his purpose in life, but this massive dust cloud was dangerous. he had had no rest, no food, no water for days, and that worried him deeply. but he could feel in his chest that he had the energy and vigor to go in. he leapt back into the air to fly a short while longer, before the dust became to great to fly. he landed onto the ground, unable to see the land before him as the mixture of dust, rock, contagion, blue leaves and petals, and threads of membranes were being swept passed him and against him. he persisted. the dust and contagion dried out any hydration left on the outside of his body and scratched against him, scraping against his face and into his eyes. even if he had water left in his eyes, it would not be enough to blink out. his eyes stung deep into his head as his vision blackened, unable to see, and permanently losing his sight. he could only navigate with the direction of his heart and through the touch of his toes. and yet, he persisted.

he could not tell how long it must have been that he had been walking, fighting against the aftershock of the collision. the pads of his feet ached so deeply that they were numb. his beard was caked with mixture of the debris. he could feel his body thin as a skeleton, malnourished, but eerily the fibers of his muscles and bones still strong and determined enough to just, keep, crawling, forward.

he could not tell how much time had passed, only that it was a long time before the rumble of the aftershock began to decline, and sudden, halt. frozen in time. the air felt as still as a vacuum. terrifying, he thought, and he could not stop his feet from wanting to move forward. there was no sound to be heard other than his own movement and the gray noise around him, until he touched something new:

his paw touched a new kind of grass that he had not felt before, that was long and luscious enough to softly poke between his toes. and the absence of noise now filling with the sounds of wildlife, though of wildlife he was unfamiliar with. he knew what birdsong was like, and the sound of wind rushing over plants. he could feel and he could hear, but as he tried to blink the crust from his eyes, he could not. the lids to his eyes simply ached too much to push the dirt and dust off.

though he still felt alive enough to press forward, he finally began to feel the effect of fatigue and lack of nourishment. he ached in more ways he could count, but his heart sang in his mind to keep moving forward, that he had come so far and done so well to have survive, and that he will rest, soon.

so soon, in fact, that the ground beneath him betrayed him, a hole in the ground. he had just enough momentum in his step and not enough strength in his muscles to stop himself from tumbling down an awkward, rocking slope, into a hole in the ground large enough to house him. he tumbled, feeling pathetic that he had lost the traction under his feet as he rolled down a steady gentle slope underground. as he inevitable came to a stop, he let himself lie there for a moment to breathe, to feel if there was anything broken.

his lungs continued. his heart continued, singing the grandest melody he had ever felt. whatever he had found, his Search, was now over. his legs could no longer hold him up, his wings hardly able to cover his body as a blanket. he trembled with these movements, but found himself at peace. his lungs continued, and he fell asleep for the first time in...days? weeks? months?

he could not tell how much time had passed when his eyes began to open. no pain, no strain. his eyes strong and hydrated, but there was something new about his vision. a soft neon pink now gently lit the features of his skull around his eyes. a gentle pink glow on his brow bones, his cheek bones, his snout and the bumps under his lip where his teeth sheathed. his eyes adjusted to the new light, and he felt well enough to lift his head and neck, to lift up his wings and tuck them onto his back, to lift himself upright just with his front arms.

his heart sang: You have done well. You have reached your reward. Look.

nestled away in a soft blanket of dust, a soft glowing orb peeked out. its light steadily swirled with blue, violet, pink, and magenta glitz and gleams, almost cosmic. he felt his heart swoon and lifted himself up to walk over to the orb, the colors and glimmer speeding up as he moved and approached. he brushed away some of the dust, examining, what this orb was... and deep inside, a dark violet, fluid-like object bounced. an egg?

My chrysalis. I need my chrysalis. Please, pick me up and take me to my chrysalis.

His heart gave a hard thump once in his chest, then once in his ears. Then once in his feet, and then under his feet, in the floor below him... No, not below... The walls thumped with a strong, but slow heartbeat. A pulse. He took a slow and deep breath in, and the cave room pulsed again through the walls, through his feet, through his body, into his head. It seemed to be coming from something behind him, but this cavern room was nearly completely dark, except for the glow he could somewhat see on his face, and the radiant glow from the egg on the ground.

I have cleaned your eyes. Can you see? You should be able to find my chrysalis behind you. It is bigger than you.

With a slow turn of his head, he could begin to seem something massive, and polished like glass, only barely noticeable by the faint glow of two dragon eyes, and an arcane egg. He had only ever heard of glass this lustrous when the lightning meets the sands of the Shifting Expanse.

#i literally stopped EVERYTHING i was doing to write this out for two hours #because my lore is so so so so so important to me #and my biggest fear is #if FR staff releases something so similar to something ive had in my head for so long yet ive had barely any evidence of lore #that my lore will become invalid and cliche #that my lore will lose significance #that no one will believe me when i say that i've been working on this in my head for years but havent been able to sit down and write it #due to a mixture of mentall illness and fibromyalgia and always busy trying to fix my life #to get out of this. miserable living situation im in.#my biggest fear is me being so happy and proud of my lore but no one ever believing i created it myself #no one to share my story or my fan worldbuilding with.#chrysalis crackling #flight rising #flight rising lore #lore #fr lore #fan lore

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amtrak12 · 4 months

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My spouse read the next chapter of my Lucifer fic (aka the time travel/future daughter reveal) and he says it's hitting all the emotions I want it to and just needs that final spit and polish to clean it up. So if it actually ends up sucking when you read it in 2 weeks, blame him. :P

#I haven't looked at it myself since the 21st because I'm so nervous about it #I'm so worried it's been hyped too much and readers will be disappointed with it #But I've also had the reveal scene written for over a year because it was one of the first scenes I planned #(I mean I had to have it planned it early. It's how I knew there was even a story to pursue. The whole thing hangs on this moment.#That's why it's the midpoint!)#Anyway #My point is it's lived too long in my head and I've lost all perspective on it #But my spouse claims it hits you in the throat the way some of the chapter 12 scenes were!#So I'm sticking with what's there and just polishing up those sentences #Get them nice and smooth for posting day #which is also my birthday #:D

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fan-mans · 1 year

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You have more about the French man? What else do you have?

Yes yes yes!! I'm gonna use this as an opportunity to talk about Joe's Boxing career and how he became good friends with Gabby Jay so buckle in folks!

So, back in my first headcanon post, I mentioned Joe was kicked out of school at 13 then dropped out in favor of getting a job to help support his family after his mother lost her job. His sister did the same thing a few years earlier- the whole thing was a few years coming but it just happened to fall apart right then. This also caused them to lose their apartment and all their belongings, leaving them homeless for months.

Joe did a ton of job searching before landing on the cafe. Everywhere else asked for an id to prove he was old enough to work. The cafe was running thin on staff so they were basically like ‘sure kid, come in tomorrow morning at 4 and well start training you’.

Gabby Jay had worked at said cafe for a long, long time as a waitress. He was very insecure about his job due to the manager frequently threatening to fire him and being generally abusive. So, when this kid showed up and said ‘alright, im here to work’, Gabby was like:

Yeah, he wasn’t too pleased with this kid running around. Yet, throughout the day, Gabby noticed him struggling to keep track of orders and, despite his reservations, helped Joe out. The manager, not noticing Joe had been helped all day, hired him.

Gabby wasn’t happy, but accepted he made his bed and now had to lie in it. He avoided Joe as much as possible. Until one day he fucked up Big Time, letting loose some not-so legal activities the cafe was doing. Gabby would’ve lost his job if not for Joe running off with the evidence, the cops chasing after him. Gabby was in awe, concerned for his safety far more than the state of his job. When Joe came back the next day, evidence in hand, they burned it to ashes together.

When Gabby asked why he risked arrest to save his ass, Joe replied “You help me get a job, I help you keep yours.”

From there, a friendship bloomed. Gabby grew to like Joe a lot and they hung out together as much as possible. When he found out Joe was really 13 and his family was homeless, Gabby did everything he could to help. He couldn’t give them any money, but he had a shower, a washer and dryer, food, and shelter for them during bad weather. They were able to get a roof over their heads for the winter and their apartment back by the time Joe turned 14.

One day, a rowdy customer comes in and starts harassing Gabby. He’s used to such treatment as a waitress but when the customer started getting violent, Gabby got scared. He couldn’t call the police and the manager wasn’t even around to do anything so he was frozen, terrified of what was to come. Joe, seeing his friend in danger, and being 14, stepped in between them.

The resulting fight was long, bloody, and extremely entertaining. To Gabby’s horror and disgust, no one stepped in, the customers and staff screaming like wild animals. In the end the customer fell and Joe stood over him, battered yet victorious. Gabby shook off his shock and brought Joe inside to clean him up and send him home.

The whole scene caught the eye of a coach working in the Junior Women’s boxing league of France.She followed them and offered Joe a chance at a boxing career right then and there. Once Joe heard the money he could make doing it, he accepted.

Joe's training started immediately and though he still worked for the cafe, he spent most of his time training. Gabby was left lonely but also with a new spark. Seeing Joe, a scrawny, weak, 14 year old fight a man twice his height and weight and win was inspiring. It reminded Gabby of his childhood, when he himself wanted to become an athlete. He was told he was too weak by his family and left his dreams, but seeing Joe fight ignited that spark once more- if Joe could do it, couldn’t he? Watching Joe struggle through, but win his first match pushed that spark even further within Gabby and he began setting aside money to become a boxer himself.

Joe's coach noticed something was wrong during their time together. Joe was weak, struggled to gain muscle like the other girls and so much more. She ordered a round of health tests and what Joe's diagnosed with about a year later is something quite serious: a very low testosterone level. His mother and sister get tested and they too have a similar diagnosis, though far less severe than Joe's case. His coach gets him on t immediately, despite protests from other coaches and boxers. The other boxers shunned both her and Joe over this but Joe's coach insisted he shouldn't care.

Things seem normal for him for a little bit until he starts noticing changes. His hair is thicker and some of it started growing on his chin. His hands are blocky, he's more hungry but not keeping on the weight, hes more muscular too. And, most of all, his voice is deeper! He's louder and he starts to feel is buzz in his chest when he speaks and he LOVES it. For the first time in many years, Joe looks at himself in the mirror and likes who's staring back.

His boxing gets easier and far better. Joe climbs his way up the ranks fast, managing the top of the league. Gabby can’t find a coach- everyone saying he's too old to get a career. Joe, in turn, starts teaching him, refusing to deny his friend the joy of boxing. Gabby was rough at first but he found his footing and won his first match by a good margin. For 2 years, everything was great.

The people around him didn't feel the same way. Many don't like his hairy arms and thicker muscles, his darker hair and infinite appetite. People especially don't like how deep his voice is-including his doctor prescribing his t. This girl's voice is deeper that his own! Surely we must stop giving her t at once! Joe was heartbroken and his coach and family were furious! But they couldn't do anything as the board steps in and enforces him to go off t, citing it as doping. Joe becomes sick and depressed at the loss as well.

Gabby had taken notice of all the changes, especially how much Joe had blossomed. Joe was so much happier then and it hurt to see his friend so sick and in pain. He was happy, and maybe a little bit jealous, that Joe got to have that happen to him and wondered if he too could go on T- he had always dreamed of a luxurious mustache.

Despite it all, Joe kept his training up and kept his title. Gabby never gets as far as Joe, but his record stays strong. But Joe just couldn’t keep all his changes out of his head. Sure he was happy because he was healthier, but there was something else. Something more that he never even thought he could need- something he never thought he could be. When he talks to Gabby about his feelings, Gabby says that imagining yourself with facial hair or wanting a deeper voice and big muscles is completely normal for women! Happens all the time it’s no big deal! But Joe can’t get it out of his head that something IS different about him and maybe even Gabby too!

He stuffs his feelings down but one day Joe can’t take it and breaks down to his mother about everything. He even goes so far as to say he wants to be a man. After he clams down, his mother and sister talk to him and Gabby, inform them that dreaming of being a man is not normal, and promptly get Joe to a therapist. He’s told that he’s transgender. Joe relays this info to Gabby and they sit together in awkward silence. After they calm down and process what they’d been told, the two men go to their families and relay the news.

Joe’s mother is hesitant at first, but allows him to make his own choices. She knows how happy being on t made her baby and she would give her very life to see him that happy again. Joe, his mother and his sister all talk for a very long time and his mother and sister promise to support him through whatever he wants to pursue. His sister helps him pick out new clothes, his mother helps him pick out a new name, and the three grow closer than ever. Joe, though still feeling awful and closeted in public, is as happy as can be when at home.

Gabby does not get so lucky. He’s rejected by all but one family member and disowned. His great aunt, one Gabrielle Eugénie Jay, gives him money and respects him for who he is. The time Gabby is given with the aunt he was named after was short, but still wonderful. He vows to keep her name in her honor and even take on her surname to reject the family who betrayed him. When he returns to Paris with the news of his disowning, Joe’s family doesn’t hesitate to take him in as their own.

Gabby also ‘snaps’ around this time too. The manager of the cafe pushes him past his limits, refusing to respect him even with his boxing career. Gabby rolls up his sleeves an wallops him right in the middle of the store. He is arrested with a smile on his face.

Joe’s last year in the junior women's league is hard, but he retires with his title never taken from him. At 19 he gets back on t, gets top surgery and is happier than he’s ever been. Gabby exits his own league, using the money his aunt left him and his savings to transition. The process is quite messy for both of them, especially the legal bureaucracy, but they get everything they need and enter the men’s league together.

Joe dominates there like he did the junior league. Now healthier than ever, he wipes the floor with his opponents and makes his way to the top in only a few years. Gabby lacks the same success, but is more than happy to be an average boxer, now known around France by his mustache alone. Joe’s success catches yet another eye, this time of the wvba. When they approach, he accepts their offer on one condition: Gabby gets to try too. Both get in with no hassle at all.

Though they stood strong in normal boxing leagues, the wvba is no normal league. Despite their skill, they’re weaker than most of the other crazy assholes they face in the ring. For the most part though, they’re accepted and even respected among their respective groups. Gabby and Joe’s time in the same branch is short but sweet, with Gabby being moved to seattle to better face boxers of his own caliber. Despite the pain it causes them they adore boxing to no end and wouldn’t change a thing about their careers or their friendship.

#glass joe #gabby jay #punch out wii #super punch out #punch out #headcanons #ask game #god this is so long but I put a lot of love into it so nyeh #I lost the original but I think this version is a bit more concise and overall better #the fart #but yeah sorry for such a long reply but I've been having that specific story milling about in my head forever #I had to get it out #my hcs

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