#if you want this fir both wips tell me

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

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here is an entire bouquet for you. Love you , my spectrum sister ❤️ 💖

Hi there, my dear! <3

thank you so much for coming in with such beautiful bouquet of roses! <3 it looks beautiful! 😊

Allow me to share with you some sentences from my story (almost a wip, tbh, hope you don't mind :) )

thank you again! <3

(…)Running as fast as they could -Dorothea’s leg hurting and her chest on fire from the exertion - they passed by the crowded street that was coasting the river. It didn’t matter if they were both out of breath. It didn’t matter if the rain was pouring: they were running like deers in a forest, as Dorothea tried to apologize whenever she bumped into someone. “This way!” she heard Jacob saying, dragging her in a small secluded sideway. They didn’t stop to run until they found a refuge under a small porch. They waited and waited, lungs on fire as they tried to regain some breath and ears tensed to hear the voices of the brutes that were running after them. But only silence answered their scouting. They looked at each other, both their faces plastered with their damp hair, cheeks red from the run and before they could stop themselves, they burst out in a bout of laughter, the kind that makes you want to never stop, that makes you want to laugh even more, even louder. They were so caught up in their mirth, that neither had noticed they were still holding each other’s hand. “It looks like we lost them, Goldilocks,” Jacob chortled, between one laughter and the other. “It looks like we should have accepted that offer of an umbrella, Mr. Frye,” Dorothea breathed, unable to contain her giggles. “I will not be able to explain this to my parents, short of telling them that I decided to take a swim in the Thames,” Jacob belched at the thought, grinning. “I wouldn’t recommend that, doll, you wouldn’t be able to take of the stench for days,” Heart full, galloping in his chest like a wild horse in a prairie, he raised his hand, and as delicately as he could, he brushed one wet curl away from her cheek. Before she could do or say anything, she felt her cheek burning under his fingers, like fire in the rain, incandescent when his hand cupped her cheek in a sweet caress, as he moved away the rest of her curls from her face his eyes never leaving hers, not even for one second. And hers couldn’t leave his, eyes resembled the same color of the firs in her forests back in Sweden. They were home. Her home. “There, now,” she heard him say, once he was done. “There it is the uppity lady I have come to know,” “and love” he thought, without allowing the words to leave his lips. He scoured her sweet round face, his eyes lingering on her lips for a brief moment. Suddenly he felt his mouth dry, and he wished he could grip something to contain himself. “Now I can see all your freckles again,” he murmured instead, trying to calm his beating heart. Dorothea raised her eyebrows, feeling her breath stuck in her chest. Her freckles? she thought, blushing even more. He…he had noticed her freckles?. She swallowed hard. “Well, I may be an uppity lady, Mr. Frye, but one with an excellent sense of style,” she murmured. Tiptoeing, she took his top hat of his head and gracefully landed it on her own, trying it on to chase away her embarrassment. It was too big for her and fell on her eyes, but she wore it anyway. “So? Will you give me your verdict, Mr. Frye? How do I look?” she asked, tilting her head from side to side, giving him a complicit smile. "Breathtaking," he thoughts, lips parting just a little as if to contain all that he couldn't declare. Instead, The corners of his mouth twitched in a mischievous grin. "If I were a betting man - and I am not saying that I am - I'd wager that I might have to fight for my position as a gang leader in this city. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to start your own gang. The sheer audacity of being this fabulous—it's almost criminal.” Dorothea tipped the brim of the top hat, her cheeks burning from his word. “Are you joking, Mr. Frye?” “I never joke on Top Hats. Or Gangs. Or Beautiful Women.”

#Ask #Replies #Friends #assassin's creed #jacob frye #dorothea Starrick #ITHOTM #WIP #Nemo writes

[topazshadowwolf]

fuzzynight- what would they argue about? And who would be the first to apologize?

( btw that first asked was purpose to be ‘mentioned’ and not ‘meant’ and it driving me crazy that made that mistake)

I have been working on this one and I struggling with coming up with a story that turns into an actual argument. I finally think I know why. As much as I loooove writing when couples argue, and show the dynamics on them getting through their differences, these two are different. Over the years, I have written several Soriel fics with arguments. The Door, my big soriel fic (which is still a WIP, it is not abandoned just picked at slower) had a few arguments in it. I am no stranger to writing them. Conflict resolution is a BIG part of building a relationship.

BUT... I think this two are... I can't just pick an argument and write it like I can with most Soriel. Because it would either be super short or it just won't feel natural. First off, most "arguments" is them teasing each other. See The Next Morning on AO3 for some of these teasing micro arguments. No real apologizing need for those. It's more playful banter between them.

So... what about a REAL argument? What if one of them hit a "sore" topic and it just spirals from there? Well, first you gotta consider these characters. You don't know Lyra's history yet, but like other Toriels there was an argument between her and her Asgore. And it was bad like with other Toriels. The thing is... hers was REALLY bad... so, she is more likely to back down and seek alternatives now. Or say, "Let us step away and come back later to discuss this with calmer heads."

She's not the only one like this. Nightmare, despite his seemingly disagreeable nature with most, does not like it when others are yelling at him. It kinda... brings back bad memories of nearly dying. Things he doesn't want to think about. Bare in mind, if he has all the figurative cards, sure, he'll engage in an argument, but it's more of a "I already won, and let me tell you why in a way that is most frustrating to you" sort of thing. (Unless it is Dream. Sibling code dictates he must argue with his twin brother at any point.) He also has few allies, and what few he has, he won't risk losing over a petty disagreement.

So, if the two were to argue, it would have to be something big. The two would likely not yell except maybe once or twice. That would signal to them both that they need to back down fir now. So, they would mutually agree that this is getting them no where and go their separate ways for a while. Each would think about it and offer solutions to their problem when they next meet. As to who would apologize first? That would depend on who escalated it first or who said the harshest comment if anything mean was said. Nightmare is not above admitting when he is wrong to those he is close to. For him, it is how he keeps his pride in check. As for Lyra, she's a responsible adult who knows she is not above mistakes and needs to be accountable for them. So, in all likelihood, the one feeling the most guilty for the argument would get their apology out first.

#No fic #just long explanation #FuzzyNight #conflict resolution #Lyra Toriel #Balance!Toriel #Nightmare!Sans #I mean #Nightmare may argue #but he's not fond of full blown arguments

[theonlythingimfuckingisstupid]

i am, fucking in love with your ocs. tell me more about the oh seas crew?

oh ho ho, you have no idea what youve done >:)

(heres what they all look like <2)

so first of all, this story takes place about 30-35 years after my other one, so there's a few easter eggs. like archie and kaya both knowing robert (spence's brother) and talking about echo and nyks. i just feel like that's important to state here

putting the rest of this under the cut because its going to get long

there's two main ships in the story, archie's and kaya's. they used to be co-captains but they went through Shit and it changed them both enough to where they weren't good for each other anymore.

kaya and archie are a really interesting dynamic to me bc they've been married three times and two of the divorces were jokes. the last one was bc kaya almost killed archie by. lighting him on fire. but before the Shit they were pretty much inseparable. i'm talking people woulnd't recognize archie without kaya or kaya without archie.

after the Final Divorce, kaya left the ship and took ryn and pix with him. pix is one of my favorites but he's a pretty horrible creature. it's like a fucked up scientist but cooler bc he has horns. he used to do silly experiments on beau, but then archie took him and scratch onto his ship. ryn is a little more complicated, but i love them just the same, maybe a little more if im being honest. he's like. unhealthily attached to kaya to the point where he would put his life in danger if it meant kaya didn't get a small injury. its also pretty close with pix, but more in the sense that they work together and have had to put up with three divorces and also three weddings (all more complicated than the last)

there's other people on kaya's ship too, bc no way can the three of them keep anything running, but nobody of note here. they dont have official names yet bc im still working out some kinks in the outline

in archie's ship, he's got a few more people of note. torren, holden, trinket, scratch, beau, chrys, silas, and imogen. only torren and trinket were with him for the Divorce, but they all know about it. chrysanthemum (chrys for short), silas and imogen are triplets who were run out of their hometown, trinket is a marinething, torren is like archie's ryn (but less brutal), holden is kinda pix-esque (in the sense that he's a medic and sometimes goes a little overboard) beau and scratch are the Main Guys (well not beau but he is to me) who archie basically kidnapped from kaya's ship and took in as his own. he's closer with scratch though

trinket is one of my beloveds, it's so...*holds so so gently* basically, a marinething is something that i put in my wip bc i wanted something like a mermaid but not like a mermaid. you get it. its about the size of an orca (i think i have a post of what they can look like somewhere on tumblr, i'll have to check) and stays close to the ship. for obvious reasons, it can't go onto the ship, but it learned to communicate with the crew. it named itself and also came up with a last name (scarrow). it likes to collect small trinkets (woah i wonder how it chose its name) it finds and has a small space to keep them on the ship. marinethings have hands, but there's webbing between the fingers. theres subspecies, some of them have tails and some have legs, some flippers and some tentacles. trinket has a tail, so no land for it.

the triplets are inchestering to me, mostly silas bc hes the Main Guy of the three of them. silas is the youngest of them (by a few minutes but still) but he's been the one to protect them all. he's pretty much in love with scratch and would follow her anywhere if it would let him. chrys is the cook, but they're not the best at it. imogen kinda just does everything, she's good like that. chrys and holden are together a lot bc the kitchen is right next to holden's room. imogen is pretty tight with torren since they both keep the ship floating and silas is close with scratch

torren is the first-mate. she keeps everyone alive and sane (though it is hard). she was with archie through all his time with kaya and...she hates kaya with the entirety of her being. she and ryn were pretty close at one point, but after the Shit they drifted apart and now they'd kill each other on sight.

scratch and beau are...so dear to me <2 scratch's name is actually isadora, but kaya gave it to her so she just stopped answering to it and let the crew chose her name. they chose scratch bc of the very large scar across its face. she's pretty much adopted archie as her mentor (NOT her dad though, very important to it that people know that) and will take charge of the ship once hes too old to do it. it's very protective of beau bc of the Stuff they went through on kaya's ship (that nobody knows about except them), so the slightest hint of him freaking out sends her into Kill First Questions Never mode. beau is. my sweetest boy. he's mostly quiet and the only reason he seems so sweet is bc hes been through too much to stand up for himself :( but! he is very soft and can read scratch like a fucking book. they're basically ride or die unless it has to do with kaya, in which case beau will not go anywhere but his room.

one thing abt beau though is that he is my special boy and has never done anything wrong ever <2

the magic system is basically the same as in my other wip but not many on any of the ships have magic. trinket has abilities bc of its being another species, but other than that there's not much to note. torren's mood might affect the waves a bit, but everyone ignores it and they havent tipped over yet. and if scratch should've died a few near-death experiences ago that can be ignored too because surely she'd have told them if it was immortal, right?

archie is. like a feral cat who used to live with an old lady but then the old lady died and he had to fend for himself for a few years until a kid noticed him and started to give him bits of their food but never actually did anything about him and eventually stopped giving him bits of their food. then he got caught by animal control and adopted by a person with a few other cats and is actually pretty chill now if you ignore the random bits of rage and energy. but a dog. he's got fangs (<2) and talks like his nose was broken a lot and never set quite right and oh yeah he's missing an eye. doesn't bother him much as long as nobody comes up on that side and he's ignoring it as hard as he can (it bothers him a lot)

if kaya's a bit of a witch, i wouldn't hold it against him. nothing too big or flashy, just a little hex here and there. a curse on isadora to prove to it that she'll always be alone, sure (its more tethering the equivalent of a demon to her soul). does archie sometimes feel like he's being watched? pretty much always. but that's hardly kaya's fault that archie just leaves pieces of himself everywhere he goes.

ok i think thats it for now, thank you so much for the ask! i had a lot of fun typing this out :)

#em rambles #thank you for the ask :) #oh seas #kaya bloodstone #ryn ransom #pix ashby #archibald blair #torren leighton #isadora harper #beauregard hill #trinket scarrow #holden florence #chrysanthemum gable #silas gable #imogen gable

[forgottennamesgame]

Dearest author, if we could read the ROs minds, what would they be thinking about most of the time? :)

T - "Great." (sarcastic)/ random snarky remark about the situation they are in/ "Why am I the only sane person in the room?"/ how to save money for magical stones and where to find them.

S/A - "I'm so bored I'm going to die!"/ "What would happen if I *insert bad idea*/ "This person is interesting, I wonder what they're hiding."/ "I'm scared..."

Ilzrus - "People are weird."/ "Is this what making friends means? Am I doing it right?"/ "SHINY! I want it!"/ "I feel guilty..."

I'm not sure if your ask was for both wips so I'm going to assume it was for FN for now😁 thank you!!

#ask answered #thank youuuu #🧡🧡🧡 #if you want this fir both wips tell me

[heich0e]

hello liv😔 dumblr probably didnt send the ask i sent earlier so im here again,, andd i just read your kita and kuroo wips and holy shit dbshshsh losing my mind here im soo fking excited for those and also umm if youre still posting wips then may i beg for some crumbs of that one atsumu fic where the reader works as a bartender? :0 i read the wips soo long back and it still hasn't left my mind 😭 no pressure!! ILY MWAHHH <3

HELLO SWEET FIR A BIG OL TSUMU SNIPPET JUST FOR U

sorry if i have already posted this i can't track down the original snippets :(

It becomes a routine after that.

Miya comes in on Friday nights, some exorbitantly beautiful woman on his arm, and is always quickly seated at a table the front of house staff had kept waiting for him. A standing reservation.

Moments after that, he rises to approach you at the bar.

He’ll offer you some minute detail about his date (though occasionally it is mercifully pertinent to their drink preferences--like a spirit they enjoy, or a flavour they're partial to) and you're left to come up with a cocktail that will appeal to them.

“So, what’s the story with this one?” he asks one evening, a few months into the little ritual that has settled between you, leaning over the counter as you prepare a drink for his lady of the week (his hints tonight being: daughter of a mogul, refined tastes, wants to get fucked up.)

“Comes from Monaco. They say the queen devised the recipe herself--all the bubble of champagne but twice the punch. Ladies weren’t allowed to drink hard liquor without it being seen as unbecoming, so this was a way they could get away with it and still have a good time.” You strain the slightly green tinted drink into the waiting champagne flutes below the shaker, watching as the frothy liquid pools in the basin of the polished glass.

“Nice.” the man nods approvingly as you top both drinks off with a healthy pour of champagne. The colour of the drink softens even further with the addition of the effervescent wine, and in the dim light of the bar, you can hardly even tell it isn't pure champagne.

You slide the drinks over to his waiting hands. “Two imperials for your prim and proper date.”

“She won’t be proper for long." Atsumu winks at you over the counter and you wrinkle your nose in distaste.

Your interactions with your newest regular customer have also shifted in the weeks since he’d started bothering you with his patronage--far less professional than the tone you’d tried (poorly) to maintain on his first few visits to the bar.

“Revolting,” you mutter.

“Thanks again! I’ll let you know how this one goes.”

“Just leave me a nice tip,” you say dismissively, wiping down the bartop with a clean cloth to prepare for the next drink orders waiting to be filled.

“I always do,” the man chirps, flashing you the same grin he always does--charming, self-assured, and utterly carefree--as he steps away towards his waiting date once more.

But he's right: for all of Atsumu’s shenanigans, he always leaves you a very generous tip at the end of the night. He always makes sure to stop by on his way out--one arm wrapped around the waist of whatever absurdly good looking woman he’s conned into going out with him that week--to tell you that they loved their drinks and to slide a neatly folded stack of bills towards you across the counter.

He's annoying, but he's single-handedly financing your habit of buying the really good ice cream on your weekly grocery trip, so you don't complain much.

You watch as Atsumu crosses the length of the room to return to his table--this week he's seated at one not far from the bar, affording you the perfect view of him sliding into his seat, handing one of the two drinks you’d just carefully prepared to the woman waiting for him.

She takes a sip and smiles, and you watched as Atsumu reaches out to brush a piece of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering just a moment longer than is strictly necessary.

You look away with a roll of your eyes, setting to work on the numerous orders that had come in since you’ve been busy preparing his drinks.

He really is completely shameless.

#HEHE #HOPE U LIKE IT BUBS #liv got mail #hq writing #wip

[melinaajamie]

35 Questions for Fanfic Writers

Thanks @bachint for tagging me! I’ll try to provide you with the best answers I can come up with ^^

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!) Probably three stars, maybe four? Yeah, four. I know it seems arrogant but aside from the occasional “OMG EVERYTHING I WRITE IS CRAP!” that ever writer experiences from time to time, I usually like what I’m writing and especially how I write ^^

2. Why do you write fanfiction? Bc I love exploring the universes and characters I love further. Ehy accept the canon as it is? ;D

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? Puuh, that’s a hard one? Maybe that I like to kill a bunch of characters? :D Naah, it’s probably the length of what I write. Once I get started I can’t seem to stop.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you? Since I study literature and read a bunch of books for it, absolutely. It can be any book from any author I read. But Arthur Conan Doyle inspires me a lot, Simon Beckett and Paulo Coelho.

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? My Professor Layton fanfic “The Cogs of Time” ^^

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily? The start. I hear a lot of people say this is the hardest and in some ways I agree with them. But I usually just start writing and go with the flow. Or I immediately have the beginning of a story/chapter in my mind once I start thinking about it.

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most? Writing believable dialogue between parents and their kids. I’m fine as long as the kids are little (let’s say up to 8, maybe 10), but then I’m stumped.

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write? Like in general or specific characters? I can write any characters as long as they are not parents. Then I have a bit of a problem.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write? Ah. Okay. Tying in with (7) here, parents (:

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for? To write for? Hm... probably adventure, crime fiction/detective fiction and Young Adult? I don’t know, I like a quite realistic approach that can and will take a dark turn.

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most? About the world. About what’s wrong. About relationships that took a wrong turn, about things that are almost right, about figure skating (big fan!), about growing up, about changing.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about. Currently, I’m absolutely excited about my Layton Brothers; Mystery Room fanfic “A Game of Murder”! I’m SO close to the ending and I can’t wait to solve the murder and finally reveal the killer! Everyone will hate me XD

13. First fandom you ever wrote for? Disney’s “Frozen”

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for? That changes according to my current obsession. At the moment, my favourite fandoms are Professor Layton and Pokemon.

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for? Weird in what way? I don’t believe in that concept, sorry :)

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? Does murdering characters I and the audience love count? Then it’s that XD

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. Probably more of a genre but romance. If romance is the main plot/trope I’m off. If it is a sub plot that’s interesting AND supports the story in some way, I will take a look.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written? Probably also “Cogs of Time”. So much death in the end that no one expected, so much heartbreak. I admit, I indeed was a bit of an asshole with that last chapter XD

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between? I like giving the canon a little twist and AUs ^^

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff? Gen. If it’s shippy, then it’s usually just something short. Like I said, I’m not one for romance.

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!) That also depends on my current obsession. At the moment, that would be LayClaire and Lemmy (both romantic, both Professor Layton) and Lucifendi (platonic and romantic, Layton Brothers; Mystery Room). And any Pokemon couple for friendship ^^

22. Do you listen to anything while you write? MUSIC! Always!!

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? independent ideas. But I often find myself including a line I’ve read as a prompt somewhere or making it the theme of a chapter.

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works? Multi-chapter works.

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic?Tell us about them! I have dreamt about my fics being movies or TV series, but spin-offs? If I want a spin-off I write it :D

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try? So far, nope. As Margaret Atwood once said, “The paper basket is your friend. It was invented for you by God.”

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received? Someone saying I made their day with my writing :) I love to make people happy!”

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing? It does hurt but I know people want to help so I try to be open to it and look back into the part that was given critic.

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out? I always do that when I have to write interaction between parents and older children. I always feel like it’s very stiff but my friends say it’s okay. Well.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst? MERCILESS ANGST ALL THE WAY.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them! Yep! I once created a Professor Layton OC whom was the dead (well, we never really got to know if she was indeed dead, she has just vanished) daughter of a character. She was instead just kidnapped by the criminal organisation her father was fighting and trained to be one of their soldiers. I never write the fanfic but it never left my mind. Might do that one day :)

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less. “Let’s play my favourite game. A game of murder.”

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process? That I put as much effort in as I can to make it as good as possible fir you guys!! And that I usually do a lot of research and put the most effort into the tiniest things to make it realistic and add another layer to make it a shade darker ;D

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. I’m really proud of this but it’s not a fanfic. I hope that’s okay. I can’t really think of one thing that I’m proud of bc there are many. It’ from the book I’m currently writing.

He let go of him so suddenly that the cold hit him like a brick. Mikhail gasped for air, needed a few seconds until he could open his eyes again. The view was heaven-sent. Vasja was standing above him, the gaze of his icy blue eyes troubled yet so piercing and captivating that Mikhail found himself sitting up without another thought as if someone had turned him into a puppet. At times, he felt as if Vasja was the great puppet master who made Mikhail’s entire world dance as he liked. And he loved dancing for Vasja. The gaze of his icy blue eyes contrasted with his ruby red hair which surrounded his face like a bloody halo; it made his snow white skin glow even more. He remembered the feeling of Vasja’s hair between his fingers, as soft as velvet, as clouds, as a mild breeze o fair on one oft he first days of spring. He reached out for Vasja but he was quick to grab the boy’s hands and place them low on his stomach. A shudder ran down Mikhail’s spine when he felt Vasja’s finger travel across his arms until they cupped his face. He lifted it so Mikhail had to look at him. „You know the rules, right, Micky?“

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want! Like, it’s so amazing?? You get millions of words for FREE and the authors don’t get ANYTHING but STILL we have this amazing community who keeps writing and reading and commenting... It’s just AWESOME!! I’m so glad I discovered fanfiction bc the community is so awesome and I always wanted to give some canons a good twist or just think of new things with characters I love!!

#fanfiction #fanfic #The Cogs of Time #professor layton #layton brothers mystery room #ao3 #i got tagged #35 questions for fanfic writers #writing #my writing #writer

[craniumhurricane]

FINALLY finished one of my @bellarkebingo fics!

@kindclaws suggested established relationship and prank wars. I did it in  modern setting so I checked alternate universe (any kind) off as well. Ignore the other colors, I didn’t save this photo in parts so it’s marked with my wips.

fool you once, shame on me

[ On AO3! ]

The whole thing had honestly started as an accident.

One of Clarke's coworkers made an offhand comment about the cleanliness of her workstation which, in true Clarke fashion, meant she had to prove anyone and everyone wrong, sending her into a cleaning frenzy. Unfortunately, that energy didn’t just keep to her place of work.

Their place was never dirty, by any means; Bellamy was used to cleaning up after his sister, so tidying up after himself and someone else was just habit at this point. But after the thing at work, Clarke made a declaration about pulling her weight around the house and thus "Clarke's Spring Cleaning Project" was born… nevermind they were a couple of months well past Spring. Unpacking boxes that they haven't touched since they moved from their apartment into their house 5 years ago, only to then turn around and use those same boxes for sorting the donations from the trash which was certainly economical. She even had plans for the attic, which honestly even Bellamy is too scared to go in there; it's why most of their holiday decorations are in storage containers in the garage instead. 

The crowning jewel of Clarke’s project came this past weekend in which she spent cleaning, rearranging, and even painting their kitchen.

"This color is much more cheerful," she had told him, along with, "And doesn't the silverware make much more sense in this drawer?"

Bellamy didn't mind. And honestly? It did make more sense for the silverware to be in that drawer.

It's early the next Monday morning when he stumbles into the kitchen and gets the coffee pot going, completely unable to start his workday without having a cup. He's still groggy so it takes him two tries before he remembers that Clarke moved the mugs too.

He's waiting patiently, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and when the coffee is finally ready he pours himself a generous cup and doctors it up with cream and sugar. He's taking that first blissful sip and as soon as the liquid touches his tongue… he spits it out all over the counter.

"What the hell?" He manages between coughs.

Bellamy takes an experimental, tentative sip like somehow this one will be different from the first. At least this time he manages to spit the god awful stuff back into his cup. He grimaces and glares at the liquid like it's personally betrayed him.

He glances around before his eyes land on the ceramic sugar container on the counter. Slowly, Bellamy pulls it towards him and sticks his pinky inside, bringing the white granules to his tongue. The taste of salt makes his face screw up.

Bellamy eyes the salt container next and brings it over to repeat the process. Sugar. 

It’s still too early for him to properly process this so he just makes another, proper, cup of coffee and goes about his morning getting ready. He kisses Clarke on the forehead goodbye before she’s even gotten out of bed and writes her a note and leaves it on the counter in front of the coffee machine.

Bellamy gets a text from her later when he’s unlocking the door to his office at the University saying, “Sorry! Thanks for the heads up!” and honestly that should have been that…

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To be fair, he didn't plan on seeking revenge. All of the pieces just sort of fell into his lap. Or rather, fell into his desk drawer after he confiscated it from a student.

It's a couple of days later in the week and Clarke's decided to try one of those websites where you type in all the random ingredients you have in your house and it tells you a possible meal you can make with what you got. They usually have to do this once or twice a month because they forgot to put something on the grocery list and they don't feel like ordering takeout again.

She walks out of the kitchen carrying the pot of gumbo or goulash or whatever it's supposed to be (stew maybe?) and brings it over to the table. Bellamy watches intently, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling and tries to hide it behind his glass of water.

“Well, at least it smells good,” Clarke says and sets the pot on the trivet. She plops down in her seat and then immediately shoots out of her chair due to the sound it makes.

Bellamy can’t contain his laughter after that, not that he's really trying anymore.

“What the hell?” she asks, brows furrowed in confusion. She moves the cushion on her chair to find a whoopee cushion underneath it. Clarke lifts it up with something like disbelief on her face before she turns her focus on him and stares with a frown.

Bellamy’s still chuckling, “Consider it payback.”

Clarke purses her lips but he can tell she’s trying hard not to smile. “I'm sorry,” she starts as she sits down again and waves the whoopee cushion back and forth, “are we 12?"

"Funny enough,” he says as he starts ladling food into their bowls, “I confiscated that from some frat kid in my Ancient Civilizations class that probably has the IQ of a 12 year old."

She laughs at that as he sets her bowl down in front of her. "You know the salt and sugar thing was an accident, right?"

Bellamy shrugs as he sits back down, "I know."

She shakes her head and then blows up the whoopee cushion so she can squeeze the air out directly in his face. 

He smirks. Now he knows it’s on.

*

A few days later, they're both up at the same time, Clarke having to get up earlier than usual for a new exhibit opening at the museum. He's shuffling behind her on their way to the kitchen and nearly has a heart attack when he tries to cross the threshold. Someone put saran wrap from one side of the doorframe to the other, just high enough so that someone is able to walk under it while he gets a face full of plastic.

His "what the fuck!?" is drowned out by his wife’s laughter. Bellamy threatens to withhold her morning caffeine, but they both know that's an empty threat. 

He retaliates instead by putting bubble wrap under the rug that leads to their bathroom one night after she's gone to sleep. It succeeds in scaring the literal piss out of her at 3am. (That one kind of backfires because it scares him awake too and somehow he ends up on the floor.)

It's the next week when Clarke strikes again, sticking with her tried and true plastic wrap. Bellamy almost breaks the damn bottle of his body wash with how hard he tries to squeeze the soap out. Apparently that wasn’t enough because she covered the openings of his shampoo and conditioner too. Jokes on her though cause he doesn't mind smelling like her citrus wash and shampoo all day.

He tries something a little more creative next and hides all of her right shoes so she's forced to go to work with two mismatched left flats. 

Since apparently this opens up work attire as a new area for their so-called torture, she hides all of his ties except for the novelty one Murphy got him as a gag gift that has rubber ducks on it. She makes sure to take a picture and send it to their entire friend group.

Bellamy knows, logically, that they could stop at any time. But the pranks are harmless, even a little exhilarating, as they wait to see what the other will do next. They still kiss each other good morning, binge watch sitcom reruns curled up on the couch in the afternoons, and make love at night. They’re not even that subtle about it, each one having caught the other looking up pranks online which prompts Clarke to politely inform him that if he fills her Oreos with toothpaste that she would definitely divorce him.

It startles him a bit when, about a little over a month after this whole “prank war” thing started, she meets him at the garage door when he gets home with a smile on her face. He's wary, to say the least.

"What did you do?" He asks, wondering if he’s missed a sign taped to his back all day.

She chuckles softly, "Nothing. But I have a surprise for you.”

She takes his hand and leads him to sit down on the couch while she perches in front of him on the coffee table. Her hand never leaves his and now she’s brought the other one into the mix so his is sandwiched between her small ones.

"I'm pregnant."

He feels his breath hitch and his heart stop. But then his head starts to weigh in and he narrows his eyes as her.

"That's not funny, Clarke."

She blinks at him, opens and closes her mouth a few times before she finally speaks. "What, you think I'm lying?"

"Come on, clearly you stole this from Brooklyn Nine Nine. We just rewatched that heist episode the other night.”

Clarke let’s go of his hand so she can drop her head into her’s and groan, "Oh my God, Bellamy.” 

He’s not done though; he’s more than a little miffed. "Where did you see this prank going exactly?” he has to ask.

"It's not a fucking prank,” She snaps at him. “And if I have to pee on a Goddamn stick in front of you to prove it then fine."

She's clearly upset about this which makes him more inclined to believe her. And really, deep down, Bellamy knows she wouldn't lie about something like this. Something they both want.

All the same, he follows her without protest as she drags him into their bathroom and makes him sit on the edge of the tub while she rifles through the cabinet under the sink, grumbling the whole way as she does it.

When she's done; she sets a timer on her phone, crosses her arms, and stares at him while they wait. She’s sitting on the closed toilet lid, her eyes narrowed and her mouth twisted into a pout.

Her phone goes off and she continues to look at him but her stare turns pointed, eyes shifting from him to the stick and then back to him. His palms are sweaty and he doesn't know why but he reaches across her for the pregnancy test on the counter

All the air leaves his lungs in a simple, "Holy shit."

"I'm going to hold this against you for, like, the entire pregnancy. And maybe the first few years of this kid's life."

She's probably still pretty pissed at him but she's looking at him with tears in her eyes so he figures it’s safe to lean forward and press a soft kiss to her lips.

She keeps her word. And when she says she's in labor, he’s sure to believe her.

#no one cares ashleigh #my fanfiction #bellarke fanfiction #bffnet #bellarke bingo #i'm going to post this and run away because omg #i've never been in a prank war so i asked all of my married friends what they do to each other #i also almost checked off bellamy blake + glasses #i think it was chash that said bellamy is always wearing glasses in her fics unless explicitly stating otherwise and honestly same

[margridarnauds]

Okay! This just came to mind BUT...fancast for Bres/Sreng, and your favorites of the Fomorians, TDD, and Fir Bolg, also, fan cast your favorite Ulster Cycle characters! :D

GOD I’ve thought of it a lot, and I’ve never quite come up with someone who FITS. 

Sreng-

He isn’t QUITE as beefy as Sreng should be, and I’d actually rather Sreng not be conventionally attractive. (Personally, my take on Bres/Sreng is Bres doing a Fleur Delacour and being like “I AM GOOD LOOKING ENOUGH FOR BOTH OF US, I THINK.” Personally, I’d LOVE to have it be more region-accurate, as far as getting actors from the relevant regions of Ireland to be them (so, someone from Munster for Sreng, possibly Northern Ireland for Bres, etc.) and I would genuinely love to see someone who’s not white as Sreng, provided it was done well. (Emphasis on ‘well.’) For centuries now, the Fir Bolg have been coded as POC, as writers used them and twisted them into a pro-colonization narrative (”The Tuatha dé were totally right to eradicate this primitive people”), and I would love to see a triumphant reclamation of that, especially since to this day, there’s this idea that Ireland is all white (Hint: It’s not.) But again. It’d have to be done well, and I’m not sure that would be MY take on it to tell because, as is well known and documented, I’m very, very white. 

But, Aidan Turner’s Black Irish, which fits some of the later descriptions of the Fir Bolg, I think he could do a really good job capturing the different dynamics of Sreng’s personality and his development. I think he could REALLY nail Sreng at the beginning, where he’s this young guy in a family that’s tearing itself apart but who is still devoted to his king as he develops into the king of a conquered people. 

Bres - 

I’ll be honest, I’ve NEVER seen anyone who quite fits into my image of Bres. Bres is just…TOO pretty. There’s no one who’s pretty enough to be him. Like, I’ll search for “Hollywood’s Prettiest Actors” and get “Hollywood’s handsomest actors” and see Chris Hemsworth’s face and I’m just like NO. DON’T YOU SEE? If you can picture him cutting wood outside a log cabin, that’s not BRES. 

Personally, I see Lee Pace MORE as Elatha (and again, I’d rather someone actually FROM Ireland play Bres), but he’s also the closest I can come to Bres. On one hand, he’s 40 while Bres is…young when everything begins, but I think he could really sell the snark factor, and come the actual time period for CMT…he would be about the right age, even though Tuatha dé…aging…it’s complicated. But still. Closest thing. And it wouldn’t be the first time we got someone playing a character half their age. 

Fomoire - 

Indech-

Look. I tried to resist it. I really did. Especially given that he looks next to nothing like the actress I’ve ALREADY cast as his daughter. But like. MADS MIKKELSEN AS INDECH. I REPEAT: MADS MIKKELSEN BEING PROBABLY THE MAJOR VILLAIN OF THE TEXT, NEXT TO BRES AND ELATHA.He was going to either HAVE to be either Balor or Indech, and Balor’s…actually not that bad a guy, all things taken into account. Indech, though? Holy SHIT. And he could be BONE-CHILLING. Imagine him saying Indech’s line about grinding the Tuatha dé’s bones to dust, while Bres kind of just looks at him like “This is what I signed up for.” Him killing Duirgen as in the Dindsenchas poem, but doing it almost casually, the same as him swatting a fly. 

Indech’s Daughter-

I will give you a hint to how MUCH I want Katie McGrath as Indech’s Daughter (who I have many, many feelings about at any time of the day despite her brief appearance): There have been times that the only reason I keep on with my WIP is JUST because I know she’s not getting any younger and I NEED to see her there. THE SNARK. THE SCHEMING. And, in my ideal adaption of CMT, we’d see more of her relationship with her brother(s), father, etc., and I think that she could sell it. Do I think her acting is always the best? …Not really, BUT at the same time…KATIE MCGRATH AS INDECH’S DAUGHTER. PLEASE. 

Ochtriallach - 

It is surprisingly hard to find a Scandinavian actor under 40. HOWEVER, I think he could do a good job, even if most of the Vikings style decisions make me want to pull my hair out. We KNOW he can play brutal characters, and Och is…brutal, though I would also want to show a softer side when it comes to his sister/Ruadan. I’m just going to have to accept that the Indechson family is one of those families where no one looks like each other (and where one of them is slightly more…Irish than the other two).

Tethra- Gerard Butler 

Tfw your sister wants to marry some random ass mortal from Ireland, aka the country that you tried to invade, like, two thousand years ago, and Bres is on his bullshit and all you want to do is go fishing. 

Balor - 

Because redheaded Balor IS a hill I’m willing to die on. Just give Kristofer Hivjuan eyepatch and we’re good to go. 

Cethlenn -  

Look, I KNOW “I think you’d do a good job playing a character named ‘Cethlenn of the Crooked Teeth’ who is also the grandmother of one of the main characters in the story” isn’t what EVERYONE would want to hear, especially when she’s not THAT much older than her prospective grandson, but…I think Myanna Buring could do it. (And anyway, aging is fucky with immortals, so)

Indusa - 

Can anyone ELSE play Bres’ only daughter? 

Ruadan - 

Because I’m almost out of young, ginger Irish actors. 

TDD - 

Eriu- 

Alyssa Sutherland. I could REALLY see her rocking it, just from what I’ve seen in Vikings. Eriu’s an interesting figure, and I don’t think she gets enough credit for being the equivalent of a single mother in a society that…while you have different types of marriage, so Bres STILL has inheritance rights with Elatha…there was definitely a stigma. Especially for raising a son who NO ONE knew the father to. (It’s left ambiguous, but my personal read on the text is that Bres was raised by all the women and that Bres was kept out of the loop as far as who his real father was, hence why he asks Eriu later on.) I also would LOVE to see her as the years go on, watching as Bres and Elatha’s relationship breaks down and being in the state of not being able to help her son, because it seems like any choice she makes just drags him closer to his doom, and I think she could really show that, and really give us an Eriu with spirit. 

Bríg-

Look, I’ll be honest here: Bríg is NOT my favorite character. It’s not that I HATE her per se, it’s just that I get rather sick of hearing about her all the time and about how she was SO OPPRESSED by her TERRIBLE ARRANGED MARRIAGE to Bres. (Note: We have NO IDEA why they married, when they married, or how long they were married. There’s a LOT of info you can fill in the blanks on. People take a lot for granted, not least being that Bríg would be the ONLY one who hated being married to someone she didn’t love and was vastly incompatible with.) Like, she has VERY LITTLE to do in terms of the actual myths, she’s not as well-documented as Bres, she doesn’t have as much of a PERSONALITY as Bres, and yet I have to hear about the self-insert version of her 24/7 while people trash my son. 

BUT MY BITTERNESS ASIDE: Bríg…we get very little on her, and so I’m not going to fill in more than needed, but she’s highly associated with the aristocracy of skill. Think of it: Doctors, poets, smiths, ALL of them are the top, top, top of the social ladder in terms of skills, and she’s patroness of all of them. It’s not said whether she dabbles in them herself or not, but she’s obviously interested, and I think Eleanor Tomlinson is very good at being upperclass when needed, even though people most know her as Demelza from Poldark. I also think that, judging from the rest of her career, she could do a very good job showing that kind of gut wrenching grief she shows at Ruadan’s death. (The way I picture that scene going down, it’s BRUTAL, with Bríg being devastated for this boy she’s never really known and furious at Bres for his role in it, furious at the Tuatha dé and the Fomoire alike for their role in bringing it about.) She wouldn’t be a passive Bríg, I think she’d play a Bríg with a little more agency and spark while hopefully not veering into anachronistic territory. 

I don’t necessarily like casting Bríg in particular with an English actress, but…well…she’s a good fit. 

Airmed - 

HELL YEAH SARAH BOLGER. Airmed is…a delicate figure. Like, think of it: She loses two brothers close together (Cian and Miach), the latter of whom she was prevented from even MOURNING because her father was still so insecure and bitter. She’s as brilliant as anyone in her family (keeping in mind that she’s the aunt of LUGH), but…realistically, you’d have to be TERRIFIED of being too smart, after seeing what happened to Miach. Like, the text itself doesn’t do much in terms of giving her a sense of interiority, but I like to imagine that, when her father says “And Airmed shall remain,” he leans over, gives her a fatherly kiss on the forehead, and she tries to repress a shudder. And Sarah Bolger is very, very good at playing aristocratic ladies with that sense of vulnerability while still being poised and elegant. 

Ogma - 

Doesn’t look QUITE as strong as Ogma needs to be, but I think he could sell it. He tends to do a really good job with the “second in command standing loyally by” type of roles, and I think that works really well with what we get of Ogma. 

Lugh - 

Look….Jamie Campbell Bower could rock it. I know, ANOTHER Brit, BUT…he could rock it. He has that kind of androgynous pretty boyness that’s kind of a main thing with Bres, Lugh, and Cú Chulainn, and I think he could portray Lugh as the bitch that he needs to be. Someone dedicated to the Tuatha dé, yes, but also brutally determined to do whatever it takes to make sure that he ends up on top. (Personally, I think he could be utterly terrifying during the scene at Carn úi Neit with Bres.) 

Nuada - 

I’ll be honest, my gut response was “Colin Farrell” but…I already called him for King Eochaid. And John Lynch is a good actor with a long filmography under his belt. And Nuada…he’s a tragic character, but there’s also a dark edge to him. A dark edge to all the TDD, really, and I think he could do it, as well as show Nuada’s vulnerabilities after losing the arm. (Though I’d also be willing to switch Nuada and Eochaid out.)

Uaithne, the Dagda’s harper- 

Look, it was only a matter of time before I cast Hozier as ONE of the immortals; I just thought it would be HILARIOUS if, after the battle, the Dagda is FREAKING OUT because his harpist has been stolen, and then we cut to fucking Hozier strumming out a song while even Bres looks to be having a good time, and then the Dagda, Ogma, and Lugh BURST in and there’s this “Oh shit” moment. I for one think Hozier would make a very good damsel in distress. 

Fir Bolg - 

On one hand, it would almost be a waste given how little he actually gets, but Colin Farrell would make a DEVASTATING King Eochaid. 

Tfw the TDD arrive out of nowhere and try to threaten you at swordpoint and you probably spent your younger days/your father DEFINITELY spent his younger days enslaved in Greece and so you’re sick to death of colonizers and their bullshit and then they kill you in a three on one battle but not before you leave the throne to your cousin whose brother you killed as part of a generations long feud and who is also disturbingly hot for the champion on the other side and OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. 

Tailtiu- 

Actually had a devil of a time, coming down to Marie Doyle Kennedy or Elena Anaya (the latter of whom had a slight leg up for actually being Spanish), and then I remembered Ruth Negga’s existence and I was like “OH.” I’m not AS familiar with her work on other things, but from what I’ve seen, I think she could do a really dignified take on Tailtiu, where she mourns, but she has to pick herself up off the ground. Tailtiu is a survivor, she’s a woman who left Spain to be with the Fir Bolg (and Eochaid), and then was left a widow, yet managed to become a fixture by being the foster mother to Lugh. (And, ultimately, by marrying Bres’ grandson, which never ceases to be hilarious to me.) I think that we could get a multi-facetted side to her, dealing with her in issues of state as well as her personal life. (I would KILL for some Tailtiu VS Sreng arguments when they’re making the decision to leave or stay.) 

Ulster Cycle:

This will be considerably quicker given I’m not as attached to it as my mythological peeps. 

Blathnat - Evanna Lynch 

My girl. My angel who deserved so much better. Personally, I think Evanna has this…kind of distant, “out there” vibe, which is probably mostly because of knowing her as Luna, and I think that really suits Blathnat. 

Emer- Tamsin Egerton

And yes, ANOTHER English actress. For an Irish/distantly Scandinavian noblewoman. know. I know. But LOOK, she looks very…Emer-ish to me.  

Aiden Gillan - Bricrui or Forgal the Wily 

The man’s made a career being devious and cunning on TV. This is perfect. 

Uathach - Freya Mavor

Aífe - Eva Green

In all fairness, THIS time I didn’t cast an Irish character with a Brit. I just…cast a Scottish character with a French actress. But look, my girl deserves JUSTICE. And I believe Eva Green could give it to her. 

#long post #irish mythology #violetcancerian

[lookslikechill]

The Mystery of Margaric: WIP Intro

Months after surviving the explosion of his home Station, Harlow crash-lands on known planet Margaric, within charted space, and must learn to survive on his own.  Supposedly recent maps and data on Margaric are inaccurate or straight up wrong.  A research station stands overgrown and abandoned.  A fire burns endlessly in one spot.  Strange noises echo out of a deep, dark hole at night. While he fights to remain alive, Harlow must also unravel the planet’s secrets.

Title: The Mystery of Margaric fka Harlow in Space Status: World Building, Character Developing, & Outlining Genre: Thriller, Mystery, Science Fiction Age Rating: 13+

Main Characters:

HARLOW - 18, male, he/him, young scrappy weapons expert with a love of knives, quiet, guarded, & serious, very cautious, detail-oriented, hates bugs, always touching things, 5′6″ stringbean, freckles, long auburn hair kept in a ponytail, hazel eyes, oval face, soft jawline.  He was a loner on The Station, where he was born and raised, and somewhat estranged from his family.  Even if it wasn’t all gone, he isn’t sure he would have wanted to go back.  There is nothing to keep him from becoming consumed by the mysteries his new home has to offer.

THE RESEARCHER - The woman who last occupied the abandoned research station.  Her research and her belongings, both personal and otherwise, were all left behind.  According to public access data on Margaric research, she and her station are still active on the planet.  Tell that to the grasses growing up through her keyboard. Setting:

THE PLANET OF MARGARIC - A small planet somewhere in the known, charted, explored universe.  60% of the planet is covered in tall, steep, snow-capped mountains that are impossible to traverse if you’re not prepared.  Between the mountains and in the large valley that spreads over the other 40% of the planet, trees similar to Earth’s pines and firs grow large and wide, and at their feet grows thick, lush thickets, bushes, wildflowers, and ivies.  Dominating one side, and about one half, of the valley is a deep lake that appears eerily still and mirror-like.

Some Songs:

Fever by Baltazar Revolution 9 by The Beatles Bonfires by Blue Foundation Black Mambo by Glass Animals Faraday Cage by Elliot Moss

Taglist & some comments under the cut!  I’m posting this initially with DW’s taglist, please let me know if you want to be on the longterm taglist for this work to be tagged on future related posts!

this wip is meant to balance out my other wip, Daydream Walking, where it has very few characters, focuses on one world/time, and has way fewer plots and subplots going on. 

 some inspirations for this wip include the games Firewatch and Subnautica!

@transboywrites -  @cawolters - @agnesfagen -@requiemesque - @the-real-rg - @balletshoe-punk - @lie-hart - @phloxxiing - @teacupwriter - @newdivinities

Longterm taglist: @transboywrites - @i-should-be-writing-now (ask to be added or removed!)

#wip intro #writing #writeblr #mystery #adventure #shadowswiftpack #the mystery of margaric #tmom #tmom:wip #harlow #the researcher #the planet of margaric #also it's not gonna be mentioned much beyond establishing it as canon but harlow is 100000% trans

[quinquinis]

!!! "Just Another Day" was the reason I got into your works, but really, the first one of your works that I read was "Unexpected Side-effects" which!! I gotta say was absolutely amAZING-- and i didnt even realize you wrote both of these besides a nagging in my head telling me "This writing style is familiar!" Then I checked out larytello-san's work here and also found the "NeatSaviors" blog where you two come up with really interesting stories and other!! Also,,,,hhng i wanna read that WIP fully

Well, i exceeded character limit, that was fun,,, anywho!! That last part, the WIP I guess? Ahsgdsjnkkl– i wanna read it so bbaaaddd– Sib flufff,,, And I’m currently like,, i guess subscribed?? Reading?? “Lan and Hub” and im scrEAMING because seriously, the plot’s so good! And the events happening leave you wanting for more! like, i cant even, cos your stories are like one of my biggest fantasies that ive wanted to read. Plus, your Hikari sibs are absolutely adorable!!

Okay so, it took me a couple of days to figure out how to respond to a message which was split because this is the firs time it’s happened! This is like an achievement unlocked! I’m so happy! :)

I swear Lary is both good and bad. We come up with all these great ideas and yet… there’s no time to do them all. (Although, I seriously didn’t expect the cat thing to get as big as it did; that was a nice surprise). 

The document for that WIP is being worked on in Google Docs because I initially typed it up for @larytello to read while I worked on it. But I set it up for anyone who knows the link to be able to see and comment on the story. I don’t think I’ll share it just yet because I’m still trying to decide which story I’m going to start posting after Lan and Hub?.

I did write a little more for it today though:

“Netto hasn’t picked me up in days. I think… maybe I nag him too much.”“Rockman, do you like being Netto’s navi?” Haruka asked.“Of course!”“Then you only have to be yourself. Netto will come around.”Rockman hoped that Mama was right. But he couldn’t help feeling like he had messed up. Would Netto-A dreadful fear suddenly washed over him. This wasn’t his fear, a fear of not making things right. This was someone fearing for their life.Netto!“Mama! Plug me into the computer now! Netto’s- I think Netto’s in trouble!”

Those who have read the manga will find this scene familiar. I do skim over the manga events for those who haven’t read it and then go to what I like to think happened afterwards (i.e. Haruka now has to pick her boys up from the police station). 

I have two current Megaman stories I’m working on. There’s that one and then there’s another one, once again inspired by other fanfics. Mostly the ones where Lan/Netto dies and becomes a Netnavi. I’m taking advantage of the different English and Japanese names a lot in this one because Rockman is Rockman (the one we know and love) but there’s also Megman in this one who is Netto once he becomes a netnavi. 

It’s brotherly goodness because we could have a combination of Hub and Megaman or Lan/Netto and Rockman or both as navis or both in copyroids/Copybots.

I’ll give two snippets. Here’s number one, taking place right at the beginning:

“Now what? More virus busting?”

“It’s not like we can hang out with the others while you’re like that,” Rockman pointed out. Netto looked down at himself, tinted blue as he was just a consciousness uploaded to the net.

Netto would normally be synced with Rockman instead of running around as person data. However, their father had said that full synchro while Netto’s body was being operated on would be dangerous.

“I want to explore,” Netto decided. Rockman nodded, reminding his brother and Netop that they weren’t to leave the Scilab computer. “I know that. It’s fine. There’s plenty to look at here.”

Above them, their father chuckled to himself as he watched his two children roam around. It was the lightest he felt in days, although it could be the result of worry making him lightheaded. This was one of the safeguards he had in place so that he would not lose Netto.

Suddenly Netto was hit by an invisible force, like a large rubber band snapping against the back of his head. He stumbled to his knees, head stinging.

Here’s number two, taking place a page later (but I think almost a year in-story):

Hub paused as he spotted a flyer in a window. It was for a new store opening soon.

“Higsby’s Battle Chip shop?” he mused to himself. “Tab’s family won’t be happy about the competition.”

“Who cares?” Megaman commented snarkily from the PET. He pointed at another thing on the sign. “They’re going to have a Netbattle Competition.”

“I suppose you want to enter?” Hub wasn’t against that. The only question was, “as Hub and Megaman or Lan and Rock?”

“Papa’ll be mad if Rockman makes an appearance, even if it’s at a local competition. We’ll have to go in as Hub and Megaman.”

“And that’s not because you want to experience battle against other navis?”

“And it’s not because you want to try your skills against other operators?” Megaman countered.

The twins smiled at each other and laughed. Hub punched the air. “Okay, let’s do this!”

#maybe I'll put it to a vote #answered #fanfic #megaman.exe #rockman.exe

[margridarnauds]

laz, fox, ivanova, delenn, lyta

THANKS AVERY. 

Lazare de Ga-Peyrol

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp(s): *Opens up Wip* *The ghost of a dozen Ronan/Lazare WIPs come back to haunt me*

other ship(s): Ronan/Laz/Olympe is still Very Important to me, I ship Charles/Laz in terms of “Things That Happened in Laz’s Past that fucked him up badly so now he can commiserate with Olympe over unrequited crushes on the royals”. Personally, I don’t see that one as anything more than a one-sided crush that Charles took advantage of, but, like, it’s a Thing. (Also, the curtain calls for Toho are…suspect for me, given that the two of them are paired together. Could be nothing, I don’t know, and I’m trying to keep myself from asking anyone who’s seen it because I want to see the Toho with as untouched a mind as possible. I know, I know that’s funny coming from me.) 

#noromo ship(s): Laz and Solene spend most of their time together laying back and talking shit about Ronan, with Laz occasionally going to her for advice because I THINK I BROKE HIM WHAT DO I DO which then involves Solene having to reassure him that, no, Ronan’s just Like That. 

When I don’t ship Olympe/Laz (which is…..90% of the time,) I highly support them as a BROTP who routinely beard for one another at important events, bullshitting some reason for why they can’t be together while they bond over both ditching the royals for their own respective Mazurier siblings and both being repressed in different ways. Olympe isn’t as emotionally represssed as Lazare, but “Les Mots que l'on ne dit Pas” confirms that she doesn’t say a LOT of what she thinks, and Takarazuka!Olympe is obviously always restraining herself to an absolutely insane degree of politeness, especially in her interactions with Charles. Also, Lazare would at least be aware of other gay men, though I can’t feel it was something Grandpapa de Fuck encouraged, whereas the extent to which women were allowed to know about the possibility of being in a sexual relationship with another woman is...debated. Like, the rumors around Marie Antoinette really were a watershed moment there and Olympe should PROBABLY be aware of that, but...it’s dicey. It’s very dicey

Also, Papa du Puget and Laz had a father/son type of relationship, with Pierre-Francois essentially taking one look at this broken, emotionless wreck of a human being and going “OLYMPE? DID YOU SAY YOU WANTED A BROTHER?” This was sadly cut short in the Zuka version by Laz doing…that, effectively losing two people close to him with one hastily made order. 

crack ship(s): Given Laz’s relative lack of screentime, nearly ANYTHING he’s involved with is inherently a crackship. As far as “things I’ve toyed around with but generally refuse to acknowledge”: Lazare/Louis. It would put a new perspective on Laz’s devotion to the royal family and drive to protect them, and parallel even closer to Olympe’s crush on the Queen. It would also make his eventual, inevitable failure to protect the King even worse. I did toy with a one-shot for Herbert from Tanz der Vampire and Laz, where an older Laz would have to fight off the vampire’s amorous advances while on a mission from Napoleon. 

fav headcanon(s): I will die on the hill of Sugar Daddy Laz, even if Toho seems dedicated to ruining my hopes and dreams. (”BUT THE COOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAATTTTSSSSSS” I cry out into the abyss, to which they reply, “Lol, what coats?”) Like, it’s a fantastic excuse for having Ronan and Laz be in regular contact, deepening that relationship while also explaining where the fuck Ronan is sleeping every night. (And gives us Insufferable Neatnik Lazare VS………Ronan)

Also, the idea that Laz never learned Latin or Greek and that, in general, his education was constrained only to military shit, which opens him up to ridicule when he’s around other aristocrats at Versailles or whenever he’s invited to, say, a ball in Paris. (Charles in particular enjoys playing with him, because it’s a means of asserting himself even if he himself doesn’t keep up with most of it, historically having said that he couldn’t read 4 pages without being bored.)

After the Bastille, no matter what, Laz resigns from the army or is yeeted out. Like, I genuinely can’t see any real way where he sees everything he’s seen and done everything he’s done and is still in the army. I think he’d either be a good scapegoat for the violence in the streets (with a HUGE possibility of retaliative violence by the mob, especially in the immediate aftermath), or he would resign himself out of guilt and the realization that the army that he joined and devoted himself to was never going to be the same again. 

ALSO. HE IS AUTISMS. I WILL FIGHT FOR THIS ONE. 

Fox

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp(s): Xanatos/Fox/Owen 

other ship(s): I could ship Elisa/Fox, especially after “Eye of the Beholder.” I’m not sure where I stand on Hyena/Fox. Like, I think there’s *potential* there, given that OH MY GOD THEY WERE CELLMATES, but it’s not a dynamic I’m particularly interested in.

#noromo ship(s): Fox/Dingo, as the two members of the Pack who were able to break free of that shit.

crack ship(s): ….I don’t think I really have any, at least for her? I’d have to rewatch Gargoyles again (oh, the pain, the pain), but yeah, I don’t think I really have any solid crackships for her. 

fav headcanon(s): She, Owen, and Xanatos are a throuple who raise Alex together, with Owen looking after Alex when the other two are away. (I mean, this verges on canon but…) 

Also, we know that canonically, Irish Mythology exists in the Gargoyles, and Fox is half Third Race, so, like…there’s some huge magnificent crossover potential there. I have mixed feelings about how she and Bres would get along, but, like…Bres has always had a soft spot for the troublemakers, and they could bond over their shared daddy issues. (Real angsty shit: His son, Ruadan, was a redhead with a penchant for theft and trickery, and seeing Fox might trigger Dad Mode in him.) Catch her and him conspiring to steal back the sword Orna from Bres’ brother Ogma to give to his old friend and ally Tethra as a birthday present. (Though he was less than pleased when Puck tried to troll HIM, Bres and Puck have DEFINITELY conspired at some point to troll the Tuatha dé and might or might not have had a brief fling before Bres met Sreng, I don’t accept constructive criticisms on this one. Puck gives him Hell on occasion for being an absolute sap for a boring Fir Bolg with no sense of humor that he’d met [1] time, Bres is thrilled when he finds out about Xanatos/Fox/Owen because it gives him so much ammunition.) 

Titania is less than pleased with the situation, Oberon is amused, and Bres doesn’t give a fuck what either of them thinks because he ran out of fucks in the 18th Century BCE. Like, c’mon, my dude’s buried the body of a freaky Grecian witch, he’s died from being poisoned by a bunch of bogstuff, he’s died multiple times, he doesn’t care WHAT the King and Queen of the Third Race think. And, of course Fox is always going to be best bros with someone who doesn’t care about what her mother thinks, this is the woman who canonically went in a ninja outfit to break into her father’s airship just to tell him she was pregnant after trying to ruin his company. That woman lied to her for years and tried to steal her son, like...No. 

The only issue would be that Xanatos and he would probably get into intricate debates on Capitalism VS Socialism at the dinner table, both of them sporting smarmy little smirks as they do so. (Puck is thrilled even if Owen stoically handles the whole situation, exchanging long-suffering looks with Sreng.) Also at some point shortly after the debacle with Orna, Alex ends up with, like, a HUGE Irish wolfhound (not a Gargoyle beast like Bronx and Boudicca, since they’re too closely associated with Cu Chulainn and, by extension, Lugh for Bres’s taste), slightly bigger than a miniature pony with red ears, golden eyes, and a crimson and gold collar of velvet, which Owen has to explain is a gift fairly given and that to refuse it might be to offend him. (Bres’ initial idea was to give a giant pig, a descendant of his prized monstrosity Babgiter before Owen talked him out of it, which his inner Puck greatly resented because having a huge pig running around Xanatos enterprises would be hilarious.) Fox routinely threatens the thing, but somehow it can often be found curled up on the couch next to her or seated next to her during chess games with Xanatos. At some point, it bites Oberon’s leg when he gets a little too pushy in his opinions on childcare, earning Fox’s eternal love and respect (and the best kibble money can buy + unlimited scratchies because he’s a Good Boi.) 

Ivanova, 

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp(s): Talia/Ivanova

other ship(s): Delenn/Ivanova. 

#noromo ship(s): Sheridan/Ivanova are so good as a brother/sister team

crack ship(s): I seem to vaguely recall shipping her/Kelsey from the one ep. with Jason Ironheart but I’m too scared to go back into our pm logs to find it because I feel like that would be going into a dark, dark abyss. Also, a lot of scrolling. 

fav headcanon(s): LET HER AND TALIA LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER, DAMMIT. THEY LEFT THE AVENUE OPEN.  

Delenn, 

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp(s): Delenn/Sheridan (Fuck you JMS)

other ship(s): Ivanova/Delenn

#noromo ship(s): Lennier/Delenn, unfortunately for Lennier.

crack ship(s): None that I can think of, atm? I know I’ve probably thought of at least ONE with you during one of our Cursed conversations, but none spring to mind. 

fav headcanon(s): I didn’t want to say it, but fuck I’m starved for headcanons atm because thinking machine broke. (I blame it on the terrible combo of Bres + Lazare, AKA The Long-Haired Idiots With Daddy Issues And Terrible Coping Mechanisms Club).

That band around her head that is left over from when she was more...Minbari in appearance is hella sensitive. Most of the time, in the little amount of quiet time they get, she’ll lay her head on John’s shoulder and he’ll gently rub his fingers over it as she closes her eyes in meditation, the movement roughly akin rubbing the back of a cat’s neck. During frick fracks, it’s a little bit more...intense. 

Lyta

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp(s): I don’t think I really have any solid Lyta ships yet? On some level, I feel like she’s kind of, unfortunately, flown under my radar? (Which is definitely going to impact the headcanon section as well) I feel like she’s going to be one of those characters where I’m going to have to watch things over a few times. Lyta/Black leather?  

other ship(s): Lyta/G’Kar, Lyta/Kosh (I hate that this is the extent of ships I’ve got for the obvious lesbian character, but Lyta is a kinky fuck and I’m going to expose the little vorlonfucker for who she is.)

#noromo ship(s): Zack/Lyta. LET ! LYTA ! HAVE ! A ! FRIEND !

crack ship(s): Lyta/Ezri Dax from DS9. Don’t ask me why, just…trust me on this one. 

fav headcanon(s): Honestly, I don’t feel like I know her well enough to have formed anything solid for her. I have a half-baked idea that her current issues as far as feeling kind of used and alone has its roots in first  being used by Psi Corps and then by the Vorlons, being in this position where she really couldn’t ask for or receive that recognition even when she was starved for it. 

#janetcarter #asks