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riskybeep2 · 2 years

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•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙ A little bit of Rinne brainrot, I just think a lot about him

•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙ Pairing: Rinne x gn!reader

•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙ Fluffy drabble

•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙ Word count: 832

Oh, to go on a date night with Rinne. The arcade and the movies are the first things that come to mind. Thankfully, you have your favorite places.

Watching a movie with Rinne would be an adorable time.

As soon as you settle down, he lifts up the arm of the seat that separates you two, pushes the popcorn box into your arms and wraps his own around your shape as he slumps onto you, faces squished together. Rinne is definitely a clingy lover, he likes feeling you close to him, it fills him with comfort.

You barely move throughout the movie, too warm and comfortable in his embrace. Although when the weight of his head becomes too crushing, you will wiggle your way out to rest on his chest.

Because of his big hands and mindless movements, he tends to grab handfuls of popcorn at a time and doesn´t stop until the box is empty. So you have made a rule for the both of you; you are the designated popcorn distributer, alternating between eating some yourself and feeding him.

Sometimes he will nibble your fingers or lick or kiss them, just to get a reaction out of you, which in turn, earns him a smack to the chest.

The low vibrations in his chest when he snickers at a funny scene.

The speeding up of his heartbeat during an intense scene.

His deep, shaky breaths while he tries to keep it together during a sad scene.

Usually, unless he is utterly engrossed in whatever you might be watching, he will caress your hair, rub your shoulder, and give you little pecks on your cheek. He simply cannot keep himself still for too long, and it shows. Sometimes he might even tease you by lightly grabbing your chin and turning you to face him, only for him to give your forehead a playful lick. He receives another smack to the chest.

Once you leave the theater, you walk, hand in hand, looking for a place to eat, drink, or towards your favorite arcade. While walking, Rinne enjoys swinging his arm back and forth, the pull making you jerk forward and backwards in turn, given the size difference. Sometimes, when he is feeling extra clingy, he will keep his arm thrown lazily around your waist or shoulders.

In the arcade, though, he lets you lead the way, allowing you to choose your favorite games, but being as competitive as ever when it comes to beating you and getting as many tickets as he can.

Of course, you have to keep him from diverting to the pachinko machines when he spots them. Pulling him and trying to keep his attention on you. All the while he whines dramatically. It happened once though, one time you did spend a good hour sitting, bored from playing arcade games by yourself after he told you he would be only doing a couple of rounds in this new machine. And not to mention you don’t have the money to afford his gambling addiction once the funds for your date have run out.

He also likes the claw machines, a bit too much, which came as a surprise the first time he got invested in one.

What you didn’t know was that he had noticed the way you kept looking at a particular plushie of one of your favorite animals. At that moment, he decided he wanted to win you said plushie, of course, he would not tell you that, instead he covered up saying he wouldn’t let a machine beat him, assuring you he knew how they worked. Cue him spending way more than he needed to before the claw finally dropped the cute plushie into the box. Your bright smile and the sparkle in your eyes made him feel all warm inside. Yes, it was worth it. For you.

Rinne secretly loves the praise you give him when he does something cool. The ego boost is much more effective when it comes from you. The triumphant look on his face when he gets a high score in a game or wins a prize in the claw machine is something he cannot hide, especially when you look at him full of love and admiration.

That’s why, since then, every time you go to the arcade, Rinne puts extra effort in winning you whatever plushie he sees you looking at with particular interest or enthusiasm. He would never tell you this, but he has built a habit of saving pennies whenever he can, so he can make sure to win you as many plushies you want.

To you, Rinne is a chaotically clingy, whiny and overall adorable boyfriend.

Rinne is a sweetheart. He likes you so much, too much. He would do anything to see your smile, the smile you only show to him when he spoils you or does something genuinely nice. And he wouldn’t change you for the world. As you mean the world to him.

#[enstars ~ 💫]#[val posts ~ 🖨]#drabble #first post!!!#hope you like it uwu #its my first time writing any type of fanfiction #im sorry if it isnt great or if he feels ooc #enstars #ensemble stars #rinne amagi #rinne amagi x reader #enstars x reader

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thatdeadaquarius · 5 months

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About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".

Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.

If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.

I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.

NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM

I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.

Comment if any missed, please.

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FULL STOP.

THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEEN WAITTTINNGGGG ON YOUR ASS LMAO

You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever

and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what it’d feel like)

can you even imagine the dread older stories(”the classics” to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??

id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)

also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy 😭 😭

the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy

(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)

(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)

dude the sheer power move of anything you’ve written being essentially “Journey of the West” to them, like Damnnn.

endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)

the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it

speaking of scholars… you know who snatched you up first. you know. you don’t even need to read the next line.

Alhaitham.

sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows he’s handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,

Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature

and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, he’d informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your “creative and enlightening input” :)))

(you’re never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)

On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)

Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular

like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol

(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)

Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,

but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol

(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)

Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao

(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesn’t remember it lol)

(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)

ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like it’s neutral ground bc they’re all fangirling about it lmao

Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, they’ve gotten into it enough they’ve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol

Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work they’re gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)

Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc he’s hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,

Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions

THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO

Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao

and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)

You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa

from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed

(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the world’s most exclusive secret book club lol)

Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even “sit down and read the King’s classics”, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartaglia’s habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol

that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.

Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not

(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )

oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison 🥺💔❤️‍🩹

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OMFG

ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-

the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO

like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)

STOP there’s like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards 😭😭 (look what you’ve done to themmm LMAO)

for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP

IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA

that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, it’s like politics you can’t just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos 💀

(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)

Also yes.

Cyno is a fanboy.

(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)

(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)

…

(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)

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an iced coffee? for me?? :0

ok but real talk…

wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!

i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)

but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o

ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)

Safe Travels Deafening Dreamer,

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(If you ever wanna drop, just DM me! "No more taglists/[specifically this AU/fandom] please!")

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strangersmunsons · 2 months

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💖 Eddie Munson x Reader Fic Recs 💖

I just wanna show some appreciation for a few of my all-time favorite Eddie fics! Here’s a handful of the series & oneshots that have really stuck out to me in all the time I've been reading - there's A TON of great writers on here who have posted really stellar work :^)

List under the cut!

june baby by @luveline - luveline jade u are a celebrity to me. this was the first Eddie story I ever read and it is so beautiful. it's tender. it's melancholy. it's realistic. it's gorgeous. it honestly makes me feel something I've never felt reading any other fanfiction.

oh, baby by @inknopewetrust - another one of my first Eddie fics! the feeling that this series invoked in me is what I aspire to invoke in others for my own writing someday. it's just so sweet and funny and made me nostalgic, in the same way that watching '80s teen films do, except it's even better because Eddie is in this one. I wanted so badly to just dive into the story and really experience it for myself.

hoping I'll find [a glimpse of us] by @inknopewetrust - this smashed my heart into 1000 pieces, and then promptly glued it very sloppily back together and I've reread it like six times just to reinflict the pain. I love rockstar!Eddie stories that maintain some realism about what that type of relationship would look like, and this fic does that SO perfectly. masterclass in angst right here.

dancing with myself by @ambrossart - this one hits close to home! and even though it hurts along the way, there's a happy ending that it builds so nicely towards! it's beautifully paced & the reader is very funny. you can just tell that the her backstory & relationship w/ Eddie was so carefully thought out, it really feels like this was written with so much love! and I LOVE that it doesn't paint Chrissy as a villain.

10 things I hate about you by @spideyanakin - so glad that we all collectively agree that Patrick is Eddie-coded. and in this fic the parallels are there, without Eddie sacrificing his own unique character - that part is handled really beautifully! and the ST characters are worked into the original movie's narrative so well. it's the perfect mix of fluff and drama!

freaky friday by @jo-harrington - I adore this series! I love this version of Eddie so much I could cry, he is so sweet and selfless, I want to give him the entire world. and an Eddie & Steve body swap? 10/10. lindsay and jamie lee, eat your hearts out.

to know you're mine by @blueywrites - oooohboy. I almost didn’t read this one (just because I would normally avoid swinging/cheating in a fic) but I'm so glad I did, because it was like being on the homer's odyssey of 18+ ST fanfiction. it’s wild. bluey girl u were insane for this. and i mean that as an extremely high compliment. i was so damn invested!

i will wait by @abibliophobiaa, @blueywrites, @breddiemunson, @myosotisa, @fracturedarkness - there's three chapters, it's on hiatus, I don't care, I will literally keep reading these three chapters over and over again and just fill in the blanks myself if I must. it's that good. you guys are amazing. I am totally enthralled.

rumor by @msgexymunson - this is what turned me on to older!Eddie. I love him, and I desire him carnally, and specifically this version of him. when I daydream about Eddie sweeping me off my feet, I think about Eddie in this series. he's everything to me. I even wrote my own older neighbor Eddie fic because of this!

trapped under ice by @munson-blurbs - the iron grip this fic had me in...I'm still going back and re-reading my favorite parts. it's beautifully developed. this version of Eddie is so real and believable. Harris is my favorite kid he's ever been given. an all-time, truly, I can't sing its praises enough.

siren!eddie by @parkermunson - a monster-ish Eddie fic! I'm a sucker for anything that incorporates mermaids and sirens and the like, so I really love this concept. it's a great story, I love our protective, doting fishboy, and hope to see more of him!

use me by @reysorigins - simultaneously the nastiest and sweetest fic ever. smut, but it's interspersed with these moments of such deep-seated love and yearning between Eddie and the reader that it made me want to cry! incredible piece.

mine and yours by @muertawrites - ahhhh this one is so so sweet! dating is so fucking hard, I think we could all use a comforting, reassuring moment with a sweetheart like Eddie, who is especially kind to us in this fic. I love the way he’s written here.

our patron saint of the arts by @storiesbyrhi - I love an artsy, crafty reader! I feel like Eddie would be sooo into someone who’s creatively-minded like him. this is the dream relationship, basically, these two are adorable together! (and Eddie in a dress! 😗)

And this is just a sample of what’s out there! Some of these are fics that I read very early on, even before I started this blog. I was more shy then, too, so I feel like I never showed them the appreciation I should have! You guys are all so talented, these works are very inspiring to me.

To readers: I encourage you to let the writers know how much you enjoy their work! Reblog! Leave a comment, even if it’s just in the tags! Write a reply, or send them a message, even if it’s on anon! I’m trying to get better at doing these things myself, too 💖

#eddie munson fic recs #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson series #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

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colorfullpaperbird · 3 months

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Characters in Ace attorney that i believe are aware of fanfiction✨ ( and fandom )

Warning i haven’t played all the games yet, in fact my apollo justice trilogy is crashing every time i try to open it, so all the characters from after aa3 are based on fandom osmosis

Miles Edgeworth - writes Steel Samurai fanfiction on ao3 and has been doing it for some time now (the living embodiment of the ao3 writers curse) would rather die than anyone finding that out tho, doesn’t have a lot of free time so only posts once in like 3-4 months, fics are pretty good and distinct since he writes them with so much formality, so he is relatively popular in some fandom spaces;

Maya Fey- fanfiction reader only, runs an account on Tumblr for Steel Samurai news and fanwork, famous in the fandom and runs a discord server, one of those people that lowkey have their own fandom mostly bc of the insane revelations she drops about her own life from time to time ( “ lmao guys sorry for being absent but i got accused of murder for the 4th time and that really sucked ANYWAYS did you guys look at the leaks for the new reboot… “ ) Shes also way too open about herself on the internet;

Simon Blackquill: Sasuke fan ( derogatory ) also steel samurai fan tho, dont think he goes out the way to read fanfiction ( i think if he did he would read them in fanfiction.net ) but its pretty funny to think hes edgeworths beta reader ( AN: sorry for the delay, unfortunate circumstances came to light that my beta reader was arrested and is now on death roll ) He ran an AMV account on youtube before going to prison;

Trucy Wright: Shes 16 and her only friends are her dads coworkers, she opened wattpad AT LEAST once, probably accidentally read one of those “got sold to one direction (gavinners)” fics and immediately closed the app;

Klavier Gavin: opened wattpad to see what type of fanfiction people were writing about him, he runs a secret fan account and shares fun facts about him and his bandmates as “hcs”, also pretty popular but most people hate him bc they believe his depiction of the gavinners is “too ooc”. He is actually pretty impressed by the quality of most of the works and alludes to their existence constantly in his main on twitter, the fans go insane everytime;

Franziska Von Karma: I don’t believe Franziska is a fanfiction reader nor is she into any fandom, i do however believe she has notifications turned on for Edgeworth’s ao3 account, he doesn’t know that of course, what a foolish fool to think he could hide such a thing from his big sister, she will sometimes quote his work back to him and find amusing seeing him freeze. He thinks its a coincidence because he is too secretive about his hobbies, he’s wrong, she’s been following him online since she was 13, that’s how she knew he wasn’t dead in JFA.

Extras: Phoenix is technologically illiterate, he couldn’t read fanfiction even if he wanted to. Apollo is way too normal for that, he has the law autism not the fandom one. Athena knows of fanfiction bc she is young and in the internet but she wasn’t very interested in it. If you ask Gumshoe about fanfiction he would give you a smile and say “Of course im a Fan of Fiction Pal!”. I do believe Pearl has wattpad but only reads original works on there, so in my opinion she doesn’t count.

Im sorry for any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #maya fey #simon blackquill #franziska von karma #trucy wright #klavier gavin

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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alright, so i completely understand if you don't wanna do this since you have been getting a lot of tadc requests, so feel free to leave this in your inbox for a while but its worth a shot i guess.

tadc x angel reader? but im not talking about the cute and adoring ones, moresore the bibical angel type. kind of like principalities angels if you know what that is. scary stuff.

thanks for all that you do btw, i love your writing and as a fanfiction writer myself im amazed at how quickly your able to pump out requests

thanks for reading

TADC cast x angel!reader !

took me a hot minute to find it but someone asked for the same/very similar request for zooble so!! that post is going to be linked in place of their segment! yahoo! uhuhuhuh!! admin must admit, he does not know much about actual angel lore so hes gonna be real loose with this </3 aaaand to the last part!! its the silliness... i cant contain it... sobs...

CAINE:

now i dont know what kind of personality the reader has, but imagine your wings stick out and fluff up when he decides hes bold enough to compliment, or even flirt with you... has probably led to him getting smacked by your wings and being sent flying... the price of being small, sadly... though he did kind of have it coming for standing where he was/j

sometimes, you guys fly together, since caine very rarely walks around on the ground and kind of just glides around... its nice having someone who can accompany him around... doesnt think your intimidating, if anything he thinks you look interesting... hes probably unphased by most of the forms circus members may take, though its rare you get someone who does look unsettling... shrugs

POMNI:

honestly probably a little intimidated, and perhaps even unnerved in the beginning. like not in the "im deeply uncomfortable" way but more like "oh. so thats a thing" if that makes sense? does try to be nice and kind to you, though, since she does understand that this isnt what you really look like and you cant really... control it... probably has sneezed from the feathers of your wings, if you have any.. in fact you might have accidentally smacked her with them, since shes so small.. you didnt mean to..! honest! caine and pomni just got cursed with the shortness... no thoughts, only angel reader protectively shielding someone with their wings, this can apply to any of the characters... probably one of my favorite tropes for characters with large wings tbh

RAGATHA:

if you can swap out your clothes or have clothes that are detachable (since clothes are canonically stuck to the bodies) shes definitely going to make you some clothing that you can easily slip over your wings, and still have them out! plus spending time with you making the measurements and trying out patterns and fabric is nice! thinks your wings are soft... probably a little put off by your appearance and vibe at first, but ragatha being ragatha shes not going to let it bother her for long, and she makes sure youre welcomed to the circus with open arms... i mean its not like you have a choice to leave... may as well be as inviting as possible..!

JAX:

drum roll please! its the admins favorite jax headcannon that always rears its head in whenever the admin writes a reader who has some extra body part or fluff or accessories or a combination! the fidget/fiddle headcannon! this man is likely going to stroke and mess with your wings, a lot. congrats, youre his new fidget toy/j. has probably accidentally, or perhaps no so accidentally, pulled a feather out. granted im not sure how much it would hurt, i think it would be akin to plucking hair with a tweezer, but the point still stands..! has probably asked you to fly him up somewhere... totally not so he can do some mischief... probably doesnt know much about angels (like the admin LMAO) and probably labels you as like. sterotypical cartoon angel personality (forgiving, kind, good, ect. basically everything that isnt jax/j) but whether or not thats true its up to you... though it would be a little funny for the person who looks like an angel being a trickster... shrugs

KINGER:

FEAR!!! okay... well i think thats a given when theres a new circus member around, since kinger is a little... eh... you know? probably takes some time to warm up to you, but given how he speaks to pomni in the pilot within the first few minutes of her being there, i dont think it would take long for him to approach you. definitely polite, probably even more so thanks to your angelic appearance. mmngh.. soft feathers... shares the jax fidget headcannon with the silly chess piece... bonus if you actually are really kind and protective, this man would be hovering around you since you kind of represent comfort to him... thinks...

ZOOBLE:

right here!

GANGLE:

while most of the others are a little intimidated i think gangle actually likes the aesthetics of angels. maybe thats just the artist in her; like every artist ive met either has a soft spot for angel or demon characters... sometimes both.. admins no exception, its like. mandatory artist trait/j

i had a winged reader request somewhere, where gangle puts the readers fallen feathers into art work and gifts it to them. kind of like how people used to put the hair of their loved ones in jewelry... i think that would also apply to an angel reader! similar to kinger, if youre protective shes going to gravitate towards you... given that shes made of ribbon and fragile... and because of SOOOOOMEONE (glares at jax)... very nice dynamic/relationship material here, me thinks

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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ohdeerfully · 1 month

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OhDeerfully's Discord

I already have a post like this, but since it's been some time and the server has been flashed out a bit, I wanted to make a new post with more details!

Click to Join!!!

All About It

first of all, if you like my writing, the discord is a great place to get in touch with me! i love chatting with everybody. plus, i have my own little corner where i post sneak peaks to my fics and links to new posts as soon as they come out

we also accept all citizens of alastor nation

also just a general place to chat with other writers, get feedback for writing, request writing, etc. etc. all about writing!

the server has come a long way in just a week (or two i dont really know tbh), and still growing!! help me build this empire >:)

everybodys welcome! you dont have to write your own fanfiction to join or anything; just connect with other hellaverse fans!

also i may plan a hazbin hotel (or something else) watchparty later on, so u should totally join for that it would be awesome

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as stated above, there are a handful of writing related channels from self-promotion, requests, feedback, etc.

share your art too! and OCs if you have them. we eat those up like crazy. theres a "share your OC" tax to joining the server btw (im joking)

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idontknowwhatimdoingbutweball · 1 year

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Hello, World

A SAGAU / Self Aware Fanfic Chapter 1 TWs / CWs: Combat, a battle happens in this, possibly OOC characters and inaccurate lore (This is my first time using CWs so feel free to @ me if I should add anymore though!) In which Teyvat meets a futuristic version of the Reader, and the Reader shows Teyvat what the humans of Earth are like in their future. ~

Apologies for taking so long to post this! I just got back from the hospital so I haven't been able to be online much these past few months, but hopefully I'll have more time to write now! My brain is still foggy from my visit to the hospital and what caused it, but @nomorefstogive and @2broschlininahotub shared some really cool ideas and I got inspired by @thatdeadaquarius and their amazing posts so I wrote this fic as a gift for them and everyone in the Genshin / fellow Armored Core fans who are into SAGAU / general SAGAU community! Y'all are amazing, so I thought it was only fair that I make this gift. I'm still learning English and my memory is still really foggy so there might be some inaccuracies with the lore and whatnot, but I hope you all enjoy this nonetheless! More under the Read More:

~ The boot-up process has always been familiar to you. Like waking up when you were human, it has always been familiar to you. Zeroes and ones, lines of code danced across your vision as it took in fields of grass dancing on the breeze across the horizon of the strange new world you woke up in. Magic and elements, wisps of the cosmos and the elements that it was made of danced across your fingertips. It felt... familiar, not as familiar as the boot-up process as your mind came to and your chassis slowly moved off the ground but an almost pseudo-familiar feeling of deja-vu- Ah, yes. Your optics zoomed in on your surroundings. Another day, another isekai. No matter. You were used to this. You were prepared for this. You had read isekai stories and SAGAU fanfictions in the past after all, when you were still human. Before you became what most folks you came across in the worlds you were isekai'd to a mecha-god-deity-something. It helped, the first few times. When your fellow future humans and AI brethren lost contact with you amongst the stars and the countless dimensions the people and machines of Earth now explored in the far future, you had to rely on yourself and sometimes the fact that you (alongside most if not all of your fellow humans nowadays) weren't human anymore. 'Well,' you mused to yourself, 'time to make the most of it.' ~

'Well,' Bennett thought to himself, 'I saw this coming.'

If he had to be honest with himself though, he really wished this wasn't happening at all.

The unnaturally large group of Ruin Guards continued stomping to where he was, and Bennett raised his sword in defiance. He could feel the ground vibrate with their footsteps, the pebbles and blocks on the ground jumping up every now and then as they drew nearer.

Bennett closed his eyes and drew a breath, but he did not notice that none of them had stopped to fire their missiles at him. None of them had stopped to lock onto him, despite him standing still while he was completely in the open amongst the ruins surrounding them all.

In fact, while he had been the one to wake them up, he was no longer their target at all.

Something huge slammed into the ground in front of him, and Bennett's eyes whipped open before his jaw dropped.

In front of him stood a massive machine, one Bennett thought was a brand new type of Ruin Guard that had awakened to get rid of him like the others due to his bad luck... before he realized that it did not have any similarities to Khaenri'ah's technology, nor was it facing him at all.

In fact, the machine was facing down the Ruin Guards in front of them.

In a sudden and explosive whirlwind of movement and light, it charged straight through the group, some kind of blade made of pure light that manifested on its wrist going straight through the first Ruin Guard it encountered before the machine jabbed it into the midsection of another.

Both the machine and the Ruin Guard hit the stone wall on the opposite side of the ruins with enough force to make the entire area shake as if hit by an earthquake, before it pulled out the blade and turned around to face the rest at an impossible speed.

'How can a machine so large move at such insane speeds?', a voice in the back of Bennett's head asked.

The machine continued to seemingly not care about the laws of physics, a burst of light and heat emanating from it as it flew above the rest and sent down a barrage of rockets in response to some of the Ruin Guards attempting to fire their own at it. The Ruin Guards didn't stand a chance.

As the smoke and dust cleared after the resulting explosions, Bennett came to the realization that the machine wasn't even trying at all.

It was barely even bothering to acknowledge any of the rockets sent its way, it was barely even acknowledging the existence of any obstacles in its way as it continued to simply move around the ruins by plowing straight through stone walls and whatever pillars remained, and Bennett realized it was barely even using any of the actual weapons it was visibly carrying around as it simply stuck to using its blade and ramming into the Ruin Guards after it saw the destruction it caused with its rockets.

In fact, Bennett realized this was barely even about getting rid of the Ruin Guards at all.

As his mind processed that there was only one singular Ruin Guard left, this was all about protecting him.

The charge in the beginning of the battle was meant to draw their attention from him and take the battle somewhere else far away from Bennett. It only used its rockets once, and that was after it was already very far away.

Most of the time, it was only using its blade, and soon Bennett saw one of the reasons why.

The one remaining Ruin Guard didn't have time to react before the much larger machine protecting Bennett jabbed it through the midsection with its blade, but it didn't fall to the ground after it was stabbed. Instead, the light coming from it changed to match the light coming from the larger machine and its blade, and after the blade was pulled out from it, it simply remained standing completely still.

Bennett turned and saw that the other Ruin Guard and several others that had been stabbed were all standing still too, unmoving but fully functional.

He couldn't dwell on it much however, as the larger machine turned around to look at him with its numerous... eyes? They certainly didn't look like human eyes, but Bennett thought they looked similar to a Kamera one of his dads in the Adventurers' Guild had once.

It stepped closer, its movements deliberate and careful with its hands raised in a placating gesture as it slowly approached him before it stopped some distance away from him.

Bennett heard something crackling to life somewhere inside the machine.

"... Are you alright?"

~ A lot of things can happen when you're Diluc, and a lot of things can happen when you're the Darknight Hero. However, a giant machine probably the size of several houses and then some carrying Bennett (who was barely even the size of what could be called its pinky finger) in one of its massive hands asking him where the nearest Knights of Favonius official is was not something he expected to encounter tonight. Bennett cheerfully waved at him from his perch, a big grin plastered on his face as Diluc could only stare at him in shock. Diluc idly wondered how he looked right now. He had recently gone to the Dawn Winery after Adelinde reported "strange things happening near the Winery." He had barely started his patrol when he saw a massive explosion in the distance before meeting the machine and Bennett soon after when he journeyed towards there to investigate, so the Darknight Hero was standing in a field with his neck craned up to look at the massive machine looming above him. His face was blank and neutral, something he had trained over the years, but his inner confusion threatened to bubble over. Diluc wondered if this was the strangest thing he'd ever encountered in his life, or if this was going to be the strangest for the foreseeable future. Probably not. Actually, most definitely not. Something deep in his gut told him that things are just gonna get wilder from here on out. He drew a deep breath in order to collect himself, before clearing his throat and speaking up in his diplomatic voice. "I will take you to where you can find the nearest official member of the Knights of Favonius, but I am afraid you are going to have to be the ones to explain... how should one put this, whatever the situation is and- everything, frankly. I hope that will not be a problem for the two of you?" "No, it won't be." The machine answered, its voice crackling with some kind of static noise. Diluc almost reeled as he took note of how the machine spoke... precise, blunt, and straight to the point. Almost like- "Yup! No worries Master Diluc, we should be all fine from this point here on out! Let us proceed to our next destination, my stalwart steed of valiant steel!" Bennett yelled, visibly bubbling with excitement as he gestured towards the city with his hands. The machine was still looking at him, but Diluc could basically feel the way it was looking at him had changed. It must've noticed his reaction to how it spoke, but before long it chose to instead back off a bit and give him some space. Gathering himself to the best of his ability and refocusing on the task at hand, Diluc gestured to the both of them. "Follow me." ~

~ Mondstadt looked... peaceful, during this time of the night. Diluc had gone ahead to inform the Knights about your and Bennett's arrival, but the latter boy had made no move to leave his spot on your hand. In fact he seemed rather content, he was swinging his legs from his perch high above the ground to the tune of a song in his head only he could hear as the both of you waited across the bridge that lead into the city. The two guards posted in front of the city gates exchanged glances between you and themselves every now and then, sometimes speaking in hushed tones and whispers, but otherwise kept a commendably professional posture as they too awaited Diluc to return with the rest of the Knights of Favonius. It was remarkably silent, come to think of it. ... Except for the growing number of people not so subtly gathering behind the city gates as they too, noticed your presence. Many of them took note of Bennett's presence on your hand, but worryingly you weren't sure if most of them took that as a good thing or as a sign that his bad luck had brought trouble to Mondstadt itself. (You had to almost wrangle your targeting system from singling out targets from the crowd when your audial systems picked up some of them downright whisper-yelling that "Bad Luck Bennett" did in fact bring nothing but chaos and trouble to their doorstep. You did not mind people badmouthing you, nor did you blame them for being afraid of you especially after the explosions you assume they all saw from the distance, but something about them saying things like that about Bennett activated some protective instinct buried deep inside your processors.) "Make way! Make way for the Knights of Favonius!" The crowd parted, revealing Diluc and Jean with the rest of the Knights as they slowly marched their way through the crowd. It wasn't hard to notice the way their expressions shifted as they took in just how massive you were. You let Diluc go first into the city across the too-small bridge for a reason, even kneeling on one knee as you were doing right now you absolutely towered over them, at full height you were probably tall enough to look over the city walls and look down upon the city itself. It really wouldn't be that hard for you to just ram straight through the city walls like a sledgehammer going through a house of cards, now that you think of it. Remarkably however, Jean managed to keep her composure strictly professional as she craned her neck to look up at you and Bennett as she prepared to address you. However, as she opened her mouth, someone else came barreling in. Klee barely even seemed out of breath after her sprint as she came to a full stop right in front of Jean before excitedly yelling, "WAS IT YOU?!" Your optics blinked. Jean could only balk in surprise as Klee took your silence as confirmation and continued her onslaught of questions. "HOW DID YOU MAKE SUCH A BRIGHT BANG?! WHAT KIND OF GUNPOWDER DID YOU USE?! HOW MUCH DID YOU NEED?! DID YOU EVEN USE GUNPOWDER?! WHAT DID YOU USE?!?!" Your processors kicked into overdrive as you processed her questions, before you went screw it and opened up your shoulder compartment. Klee's eyes were practically shining as she watched one of your rocket launchers, the one you used in your fight against the Ruin Guards, slowly transformed into shape and the missiles it housed within became visible. For a moment, all was silent. "LET'S GO BLOW UP SOMETHING!" "KLEE, NO!" ~ End of Chapter 1 ~ Apologies again if there are any grammar errors and / or lore inaccuracies! This is the second ever fic I've written and it's... 4 AM in the morning where I live since I had to write every single last word again in 3 hours due to an error that erased literally everything (rip) and you can probably tell my poor grasp of English and even poorer memory was a pain in the butt as I wrote this, but I hope you all enjoyed this nonetheless! I'll finish writing the other chapters soon, hopefully they all don't get erased too but until then I hope you all have a great day!

#brainrot #brainrot n ideas series #mecha!reader #sagau brainrot #sagau #self aware au #you can probably tell but i was very much inspired by armored core when it came to mecha!reader #not sure if i should tag it since this fic isnt strictly armored core but credit for the mecha images goes to armored core 6's trailers!#i am a big fan of ac's mecha designs not gonna lie

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blackgirlwhowrites2k23 · 7 months

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Can you write going on an aquarium date w alejandro balde and you just giggle at him most of the time bc of how childish he looks when he sees all the animals and stuff😭 sorry its kinda vague but i need the balde fics out here😣

Summary: Finals are coming up and your general marine biology class has got you all types of worried. Balde to the rescue! A trip to the aquarium never hurt nobody.

A/N: I know you want to beat my ass right now for how long this took, but I was having some personal issues so I had to be away for a bit. I should be all alright now though! You probably already got someone else to write this but I still felt like I owed you this at least. That aside, there really is a lack of fanfiction for some of my best boys. So here’s one for the bestest of the best boys: Balde himself. I took a little bit of a spin on this so I hope you don’t mind, Anon. Also, shout out to women in STEM! (Also I don’t own any of these pics or video so credit to the original owners)

“I should be at home—studying,” you started to complain. It was futile to try to argue with him once he got so riled up about something, and as you stood at the start of the aquarium it was clear that it was a lost cause.

“Why do that when you could be here, with me; your awesome boyfriend,” he wiggles his eyes in an obnoxious manner that only serves for you to scoff in fake annoyance.

College life was definitely not easy and while you're confident in your choice of major and your ability to succeed, it’s hard not to get nervous. Especially when it’s just the beginning and your general studies classes are already throwing you for a loop.

You had initially planned to be cooped up in your house all day doing nothing but going over the material, reviewing, and then reviewing some more. Then, when that was done, take the longest nap of your life.

That had been the plan. That was until you received a text at 9 in the morning that effectively threw those plans out the window.

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Baldie 👨🏾‍🦲💖

Be prepared in an hour. Wear something nice. I’m coming to help you study😼

You

Going to watch Spiderverse again

will NOT help me study.

Baldie👨🏾‍🦲💖

What?

Babe No…

Just be prepared☝🏾😼

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As you walk hand in hand through the entrance of the aquarium, an immediate sense of wonder lit up Alejandro’'s eyes; as the soft, pillowy blue cascaded across his features it was hard to decide what would occupy all your attention: looking at him or figure out what exhibit to look at first.

He was like a kid in a candy store, or in this case a kid at an aquarium. His excitement was palpable, and you couldn't help but giggle at the way he bounced on his toes, his enthusiasm infectious.

The first exhibit you come across is a vibrant coral reef, a living breathing tapestry of colors and textures. Alejandro's gaze darts around, absorbing every detail.

“Woooahh! That looks like a brain,” he points dramatically at the various Australophyllia wilsoni that you both had the pleasure of stumbling across. Balde, in his infinite wisdom, presses up as close to the glass as he can to imprint every detail in his mind’s eye.

You were in just as much awe as he was, but you definitely went about it in a more formal way.

“That’s actually the Australophyllia wilsoni, or a Wilson’s brain. Like all coral, these guys are super important for the environment with keeping the Ph and oxygen balance within the water.”

He turns to you with a grin, eyes wide, and asks you to continue on about the different types of corals and their natural habitats, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. You humor him. With a chuckle, you launch into an impromptu lecture, weaving scientific names and geographical locations together like a basket, and you the expert weaver. Alejandro's fascination only grows, and he listens intently, occasionally gasping as a particularly striking fish darts by. It was clear that he was overcome with a sense of eagerness; he may not have understood every single thing you said but he would sagely nod and act like he did.

The enormous tanks all appeared to be their own living, breathing universe, packed with colorful marine life. A complex tapestry of coral and other organisms. As you move from tank to tank, his excitement never ceases.

The jellyfish exhibit captures his attention next, and you find yourselves lost in a world of languid, mesmerizing movements and ethereal effervescent lights. Alejandro's laughter rings out as he playfully imitates the up, up, up movements of the jellyfish, almost like a dance meant to capture anyone who witnesses it. You can’t keep up your professional facade anymore and you go up, up,up, moving your arms like you were floating. You immediately feel the joy bubble up within you, making you light, and yeah, maybe you were floating.

You were glad that particular exhibit was empty though, because you both probably looked real crazy.

You have to remind yourself to never talk about fish around Alejandro because once you got started–he never wanted you to stop. You could see why though. The aquarium fish were everything and more. Their colors danced in the ethereal blue light, casting mesmerizing reflections on the glass walls of their world. Behind the glass, they felt so close, yet sooo far away.

“You know I once caught that fish with my bare hands” he points to the nearest fish as it darts past you both and makes the gripping gesture with both of his hands out.

You follow the direction of his finger, see a suckermouth catfish, and playfully hit him on the arm.

“Boy, be so for real right now.” You have to immediately walk away though because, in your laughter, you had said that entirely too loud.

“I’ve lived many lives, woman.”

The rays in the touch pool become the next unfortunate victim in his boundless energy as Alejandro all but races you over to the waters. He reaches out to touch the sleek backs of rays gliding through the water, his eyebrows going impossibly higher up on his face as he fails to contain his pure delight. You can’t help but snap a picture as he squeals, or manly show his appreciation as he would put it, the perfect embodiment of elation.

As you explore, you find yourselves in the tunnel under the massive shark tank. The world above you transforms into an aquatic ballet, with sharks and rays gliding gracefully overhead. Alejandro's grip on your hand tightens as he whispers in awe, comparing the canopy to a majestic underwater sky.

“Am I not like, the best boyfriend ever?” You look away from him for a moment and see a pair of sharks, presumably a couple if their size difference and proximity are any indicators, and hum thoughtfully.

“I don’t know. Lemme pass this test first and I’ll get back to you on that,” you stare into a different pool, his eyes this time, and immediately get pulled in. It’s hard to keep up your cheeky game when he’s that damn fine.

“How bout I give you a kiss and we’ll go with yes,” you have to hold on to the railing of the enclosure to keep yourself from falling in.

“That’ll work too.”

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Needing something to play in the background during the day, I have started watching Transformers G1 and have now finished the first season. It is very funny to visit the original after getting most of my information through Fandom Osmosis and passing acquaintanceship with more recent Transformers media. I decided to start at the beginning (terrible decision, I know, I will not be changing it) because I have like 40+ hours per week that need background sound and I like studying adaptational choices over time, so I intend to progress through a bunch of Transformers shows in chronological order.

It's kind of like Star Trek: TOS (Star Trek is better) in that I find parts of it very charming, there are plenty of aspects that are even compelling in their potential, but it's also... bad. A lot of it is Very Bad, sometimes in a very funny way and sometimes in a way that is just Not Good and even Problematic. I cannot possibly recommend it.

The animation quality is understandably very low due to the context of its creation (television show from the 80s made to sell toys). I like a few of the Cybertron background paintings, but it still takes me a second to tell a lot of the characters apart, partially because there is a revolving door for supporting characters. The writing quality is even worse. The physics is all over the place. The powers and abilities are completely arbitrary. None of the science works. No one can decide what body parts the Cybertronians actually have. There is way more mind control in this show than I ever expected there to be. This is apparently an alternate universe where the Earth has various types of energy crystals. The Idiot Ball trope is flying all over the place like dodgeballs and the characters are repeatedly hitting themselves with it constantly. Some of the accents are quite silly, yeah, but it still doesn't justify how some people type them out in fanfiction.

And yet I am still mildly entertained, probably because I am already partial to both animation and space opera with robots. And I recognize enough of the characters to find these early versions of them very funny. And some parts of this extended toy commercial were very clearly Done With Love.

Megatron and Starscream are like two halves of a whole idiot. The Decepticons are incapable of not betraying each other for more than a few episodes. Except for Soundwave, who is the MVP of the Decepticons, and yet also does nothing to stop any of the drama. Both sides can just Make New Guys at any time apparently and the Dinobots should unionize. I think Optimus Prime essentially "ok boomer"ed Megatron in the second episode and it was justified. I can't believe that Shockwave didn't just straight up stage a coup or otherwise move on in 4 million years, like, man, DUMP HIS ASS already. Bumblebee has apparently always been Very Smol and Just A Little Guy. Because this is a kids show, all these giant robots are constantly calling the Mortal Enemies They Want Dead "dweebs" and "nerds" and "twerps" and it's Very Funny. And I'm just going to assume that Sparkplug is a nickname and not an adult human man's legal name.

Also, I know the reason that the human kids are in the show is so that the show can go, "Look! This could be you! Being friends with all your favorite giant robots!" But it very much comes off as the Autobots having no real context for Spike's age or squishiness, probably because their own newborns are already able to fight. And Carly's introduction involving renting scuba gear and breaking into the Decepticon base makes her look (and I mean this with bewildered affection) fucking nuts, girl.

#tossawary transformers #tf g1 #optimus prime #megatron #starscream #soundwave #bumblebee #carly witwicky #shockwave #grimlock #spike witwicky

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ORCZY'S FAN FICTION RECOMMENDATIONS

For following Fandoms: Varian and the 7 kingdoms, Lego monkie kid, JRWI riptide

Hi there! I tought I would share some of my favourite fanfictions I've read since April last year, as sort of a recap and also recommendations. These are all longer stories btw, ranging from 78K to 236K words. Hope you find something that piques your interest :D

If you have any other recommendations, PLEASE share them, I'd love to read more from these fandoms.

VAT7K

-Varian's Tangled Trials by IFoundYouJustineTime and TheArtistsMuse A complete Vat7k story adapting the original creators' plot points into an amazing, 24 chapters (episodes) long fic that reads like an actual cartoon. If you're new to Vat7k or Tangled The Series, or even if you haven't seen the latter (like me), you WILL enjoy this. If you like a fun adventure with a bunch of nerds as a found family, this is for you.

-What Summer Meant to You -If I Really Hated you (and I really, really do) both by Battybatzgirl First one's a battle of the bands/modern AU, second is an AU where the boys are rival engineers, both focusing on the ship Varigo. The writing style is what made me stay and read these to the end. Incredibly funny and entertaining to read, the way Varian and Hugo are characterised is just. So good. If you like a well written, lighthearted, romantic comedy, this is for you. (Both include some skippable adult scenes, but the story is much more about the romance)

-Making End's Meet by Meltthepoint As the author's name suggest, this is a melting point (Donella x Ulla) story, set in a modern setting. Donella enrolls Hugo into this new school, who then befriends Varian. Ulla and Donella meet again. This is about how two women make up and start anew after their lives went into directions they didn't want. The story is much more character focused, a really fun read. Very insightful about the women's characters. An exception, as I still haven't finished reading it. Definitely not the type of fic I can binge read, but I'm really enjoying it.

At the end of everything by Squirrelflight A Night in the woods AU (haven't played the game, you don't have to, to read it), and unfinished as of yet, but man. Worth checking out! Unlike the stories above, this one's definitely darker and has a really tense aura. Love it. The writing is so good it makes me so thrilled about what will happen next! I also really like, once again, the characterisation.

LMK

-You can stay here by KALL A pre canon story about how Pigsy and Tang adopt MK, how MK gets to be in a safe environment and starts figuring himself out. Great writing style, entertaining plot, what more could I ask for? (maybe an update lol) As of yet, unfinished, and hasn't been updated since late 2022. The author actually posted ( https://www.tumblr.com/its-kall-the-clown/735524530668371968/are-you-going-to-be-updating-any-fics-on-your-ao3 ) about wanting to rewrite the story sometime. Which is great! In case you're reading this, take as long as you want!

-A garden across our collarbone by PittedPeaches Spicynoodle soulmate AU where what you write, or in MK's case, draw on your skin, appears on the soulmate's skin as well. Red Son's journey of (very slowly, this is a slowburn) falling in love with MK. A lot of inner monologues, the story plays out more like a retelling of what happened from Red Son's perspective. Kind of like a diary entry and I LOVE IT. I actually didn't understand the pairing before reading this, nor was I that invested in Red Son's character. This fic changed everything. (it also sends you good luck if you read it on the train! I acquired: friends!)

RIPTIDE

-BREAKING FREE! by earlgray_milktea A fish 'n chips Highschool Musical AU (another thing I haven't seen, you don't need to, to read this). The writing is so undoubtedly Disney, it is at times so over the top dramatic, you can't help but smile at half the interactions. The charm is big on this one. The characters are exagerated but somehow not (completely) out of character. Basically if Riptide was on Disney, this is exactly how they'd act. Also it's just really, really cute.

-Depths of Natarus by goldpines Chip Mermaid AU set in an Undersa/Oversea war, focusing on Fish n Chips as well as Jay Ferin (my girl!). Two reasons why you should read this right now. First: the descriptions are SO detailed and immersive! It made me also kinda have a crush on Gillion Tidestrider. How. Second: it made me care about Jay. And the way she's written here is just so so great. You can tell the author knows what they're doing, the feels just keep coming, I alost teared up multiple times. This story makes you feel a lot of emotions at once, an overall amazing reading experience.

And these were my favs since last April. Specifically the ones that made me go absolutely insane. In a good way. Again, if you have any good recommendations (preferably longer stories, but shorter ones are also fine), please feel free to share them.

Thank you for reading this, if you did :D

#fanfiction #fic rec #fic recommendation #vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #vat7k fanfic #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk fanfiction #jrwi riptide #jrwi show #jrwi fanfiction #jrwi fic

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The Scottish Boy by Alex de Campi - 5/5 stars

This book managed to rip my heart out at least 3 times. I loved it. Medieval enemies-to-lovers slow burn; very romantic. Kinda read like fanfiction at times but in a good way. 10/10 would read a follow-up love story about Arundel and Captain Wekena. If you like Captive Prince, give this one a try.

Reforged by Seth Haddon - 4/5 stars

Pretty good bodyguard romantasy. Ironically CS Pacat blurbed this one (another am-I-in-the-matrix moment). The world was interesting and I enjoyed the politics, though they're definitely not as complicated as other SFF politics I've gone feral over (see: Captive Prince, Winter's Orbit, A Memory Called Empire). I ordered the sequel after I finished this.

The Doctor's Date by Heidi Cullinan - 4/5 stars

A Power Unbound by Freya Marske - 5/5 stars

Where do I start? I love, love, LOVE A Marvellous Light. It's one of my favorite books ever. None of the rest of the books in the trilogy could live up to it, really, because it's so good. You'll notice I rated this one 5 stars though, because quite honestly I fell prey to a bit of The Academy Paying The Lord of the Rings Trilogy Its Due syndrome. I did love this book and thought it was better than A Restless Truth (which I still loved!) but part of that is, quite frankly, just due to the fact that I prefer m/m romance to f/f romance.

Anyway. This was such a good finale to the trilogy. I loved that the romance was a giant middle finger to purity cultists. I loved that one of the mains was Italian. I loved finally getting the story of what happened to the Alston twins. One thing I thought was really cool was how, viewed from the outside, you totally get why Edwin is such a loner. I really admire from a writing perspective how Marske pulled that off.

I feel like there's a lot to be said about what Marske was trying to SAY with this book, but I definitely need to reread it first before I can articulate any of it. The purity culture stuff is obvious, but the magic system too. I feel like Jack when he's almost able to connect everything in his mind into a bigger idea, but he can't quite get there.

I've got a special edition from Illumicrate coming, so I'll be rereading it when I have that.

Oh also, this book was the embodiment of all that one tumblr post -

The Guncle by Steven Rowley - 5/5 stars

I saw this in bookstores for years before I finally gave in and bought it. The blurb makes it sound insufferable and twee. Ignore the blurb. This was such a good book about grief and learning how to live again after terrible loss.

I Like Me Better by Robby Weber - 4/5 stars

At last I can stop getting the Lauv song stuck in my head whenever I set eyes on this book (it's stuck in my head as I type this). Pretty standard-issue YA, but it was cute and had a good message.

The Stagsblood King by Gideon E Wood - 4/5 stars

Another book about moving on from grief! This is the second book in a trilogy. When I was trying to determine if I wanted to read on beyond book 1, I scoured the internet for information about what happens in books 2 and 3. Eventually I decided, hell, I enjoyed book 1 well enough, even if what I want to happen in the rest of the trilogy doesn't happen, they're worth reading. SO, to that end, I will tell anyone looking for info that Tel gets romantically involved with a new man in this one, which, eh. I still want him to somehow end up with Vared. It was still quite good though.

In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune - DNF at pg 82

So funnily, we were at the bookstore the day I was about to start reading this, and my wife pointed out Ravensong (also by Klune) to me and said, "Do you have this one?" I made a face and said, "That's an older one of his books and I'm wary of his early work after that horrible Verania series. I don't think I've ever read an author as hit or miss as TJ Klune."

I wrote the above when I was 60 pages in and now I have officially DNFed this. Listen. You know how in Thor: Love and Thunder, Taika Waititi was clearly given free rein to do whatever he wanted, so all of his worst impulses made it to the final cut unchecked? Yeah. That's what this book is like.

Here's my Storygraph review: I see Klune is officially Too Big To Edit now. This book has exactly the same problem that his awful Verania series had—a joke that's funny at first but quickly grows tiresome when it's repeated five times per page. The emphasis on Victor's asexuality was also weird and read like Klune was just super proud of himself for writing an ace character.

Lion's Legacy by LC Rosen - 4.25/5 stars

Queer, YA Indiana Jones, but less #problematic. This book had some eerie similarities to my own archaeology adventure novel(s), which made me wonder half-seriously if I somehow know Lev Rosen? Anyway, I feared this would be very heavy-handed and not nuanced on archaeology's ethical dilemmas, since it's YA and also the current culture is to view said dilemmas as completely black and white with no nuance, but I was pleasantly surprised. It manages to examine that, queerness, and daddy issues, plus has time to be a genuinely fun and exciting adventure story. Highly recommend.

Too White to be Coloured, Too Coloured to be Black by Ismail Lagardien - 4/5 stars

I picked up this memoir in a bookstore at OR Tambo airport in Johannesburg as research for Six Places to Fall in Love, since Percy is coloured. A pretty brutal read, but good, and definitely good research. The author was a photographer and journalist through the most violent years of apartheid.

The Splendid and the Vile by Erik Larson - 5/5 stars

Two nonfiction books in a row?? This is the second book by Erik Larson I've read, the first being the excellent The Devil in the White City. I'm not, in general, all that interested in WWII when it comes to military history, but this book is about the day to day lives of Churchill and the people surrounding him (with brief stops to visit FDR and high-ranking Nazis sprinkled throughout). This is a very, very good book, and I recommend reading it if only as a reminder of the resilience and bravery of ordinary people under terrifying circumstances.

Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh - 5/5 stars

Holy shit. Holy shit is this book good. Imagine the love child of Lost, Person of Interest, and Battlestar Galactica, but queer and with multiverse shenanigans thrown in.

I need everyone to read this book. Now. Yesterday. Get to it.

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luvvyd0vey · 7 months

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Fanfiction has absolutely ruined traditional books for me in the best and worst ways possible;

It’s made my expectations of the pace and amount of dopamine I should get from each and every scene skyrocket

It’s made me grow addicted to basically being able to find the exact very specific concept I crave at any moment because all I have to do on websites like Ao3 is put in the pairing or fandom and the tags I want and I can scroll however long I want until I find something that really peaks my interest, especially cause I have the luxury of passing by fics that don’t grab my attention and run away with it

Not only that but the long wait you have after hearing about a book and having to order it into your local library which could take weeks and so either a) the anticipation is building and so you either thoroughly enjoy the book or are greatly disappointed or b) by the time you get the book you are much less enthralled about it and instead of being really into it and are really just reading it for the fact you had to wait so long for it - but with fanfiction as soon as you read the tags and summary (not only can you see the amount of views, likes, comments, words and chapters) the excitement is already there and you are hit with rush after rush of dopamine.

And if the fic turns out to be disappointing or unfinished, it’s quite likely you can find a very similar fic to fulfil your needs almost immediately so you don’t stay disappointed for long.

And you get to directly interact with the fic writer which on its own I love.

Fanfic writers always have just so much love for their fic and you can often see that in their work, which with a lot of traditional writers it seems like they are dragging themselves to finish it off.

And it’s super easy to get into a fic whether or not you’re in a fandom as often you don’t really need much knowledge on the cannon material, but if you do and loved it then that strong emotional connection to characters is prebuilt, whilst with traditional writers they have to build that up which is where a lot of books fall flat, whereas if a fic writer made the same mistake then it’s okay because you already know the character from the original material.

The most mid quality fanfics often beat what I would consider 4 star books.

Also when I first discovered fanfic just so happened to be the time I was going through my first book slump (which then lasted 7 years) and I don’t know if the rush I got from fic only encouraged my book slump or if it would have lasted this long anyway, but it definitely raised my expectations and made slow-starting books difficult to bring myself to open.

Also a lot of my favourite writing concepts are things entirely found in fanfiction or just little stories/oneshots I read here on tumblr and NEVER in official published books. And if there ARE hints of them in traditional books they are usually minimal and badly written, and/or almost completely ignored in favour of smut.

And that goes onto my next point which is in fics, I know what I’m getting into before I even click on it; I’m immediately shown what type of content I’m about to consume (as in rating, the pairing(s), if there’s smut or hurt/comfort or what) whereas with books I often have to really dig to find out what sort of content is in it without buying the book and seeing the content warnings on the first few pages, which is an issue if you are trying to avoid a smut scene which was in no way hinted at in the blurb.

My main reason to try get back into traditional books is reading new content with new characters, be able to talk about it with my family (without having to explain the concept of fanfiction), and maybe possibly to put on display in my home.

But as I’ve been picking up books to read, I’m realising how much fanfic has raised my expectations for writing and having the best pick for whatever storyline I’d like and have come to the conclusion it has honestly ruined me, and possibly my attention span.

I don’t know

I’ll probably post several more-coherent posts about this later but for now enjoy my raw thoughts.

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Burdens of the Belle

A Chevalier Michel fanfiction. Approx. 2900 words. This scene takes place in Chapter 13-14 of the main route and is told from Chevalier’s POV. Part 13 of a series.

First: Bravery Becomes Her

Previous: Reading, Interrupted

Chevalier was up most of the night preparing a report for his brothers at the round table. Such work should be beneath him, but he wanted to make it clear to them where Rhodolite stood. The stakes were too high this time to allow doubt and misgivings to derail.

When it was time to speak, he laid out the facts and his case the way a bricklayer built a home. Laying his foundation in shared understanding and fact, things he knew his brothers were aware of and in agreement with. And from that, he laid out his findings, suppositions, and finally, his solution. By the time he finished, his throat felt dry, but he gave no sign of discomfort. Any hint of weakness in such a setting was unacceptable.

He kept his eyes from the Belle’s face, where her reactions might distract him. He was aware of her presence in a way he did not want to be. Like a bit of sand against the skin. Yet he was glad she was there, even if he could not acknowledge it. Chev wanted her to understand what was at stake as much as he wanted his brothers to agree.

“That concludes my report.” Chevalier frowned over the circle of tense faces. No one said anything into the silence as they all grappled with the information he’d given them. He wasn’t going to let them sit paralyzed with their thoughts though. “We need to hold an immediate joint council with Jade and Benitoite to form an expeditionary force.”

Black gave a reluctant nod. “Obviously this new weapon type is a problem we can’t turn a blind eye to. If we do, we’ll have an even bigger threat on our hands. But . . .” Leon took a breath, “Invading Obsidian prematurely brings its own set of problems. For one, the anti-war faction. Just the rumor of a war with Obsidian is enough to expand their influence. And if they go on the attack, we’ll be in a civil war.”

Chev raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t something we can sit on and twiddle our thumbs over. Right now, Obsidian is at war on their northwestern border. It is a perfect opportunity to attack, while they are too busy to notice troop movements on their border with us, Jade, and Benitoite.”

“Even if that’s accurate, Obsidian splitting their forces between their borders is no guarantee of victory. I don’t want to lose lives and have nothing to show for it.” Leon’s scowl deepened. “If we carry out your plan, we will have casualties from battle with Obsidian and death in our borders from civil war. I just can’t accept that cost.”

Chevalier met his glare calmly. “There is no peace without sacrifice. Don’t give me that nonsense now, when you know what will come for us if we do not act.”

“Nonsense? You can’t expect us to go to war knowing the mass casualties that will result!” Leon’s voice rose, impassioned and full of a barely contained fury.

Despite himself, Chev could not help but glance at the Belle. She was doing well so far it seemed, watching them with intent and making little notes for herself. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was writing, what she saw when she looked at them.

Jin broke the tension between the second and fourth prince with a sigh. “Well. I’m at a loss. At this rate, we’ll never come to a decision.”

This seemed to loosen shoulders - and tongues - around the table.

“By all rights, it’s a matter the king should decide on.” Yves spoke up, his usual haughty demeanor fractured by worry. He turned to Sariel. “What does the regent think?”

Sariel’s thin smile was pale, his lips pressed too tight for blood flow. “I’m purely a proxy. The future of the kingdom is something all of you must determine.”

Luke sat back hard, rocking his chair. His arms were crossed defensively over his chest. “Fine! So what do we do?”

Clavis shrugged. “We could decide it with the roll of the dice. Or a coin toss!”

“I hope that was a joke,” Licht replied sternly.

Chev suppressed his annoyance. No one wanted to bear the weight of this choice, it seemed. And he was not yet king, so he could not take the burden alone.

Then the Clown spoke up. “I’ve got a great idea.” He sounded too cheerful for this discussion, as if solving the choice of desserts and not the fate of a nation in peril.

Yves snorted. “When a frivolous man thinks he has a great idea, you can be sure it’s quite stupid.”

Nokto grinned across the table at him. “Awww, don’t be like that!” With every eye turned balefully toward him, the Clown went on. “I was just thinking, it’s like you said. “This is a decision the king should make. But the regent is just a regent, and he bowed out. That leaves just us bickering princes. Except . . .” His gaze fell on Emma. “We have the Belle here. I think she should decide. Afterall, she gets to pick the king, so why not?”

Emma nearly dropped her pen. “Wait. What?” She looked like a rabbit staring down a pack of rabid hounds, frozen with terror.

“It makes sense, right? Because we’ll accept her choice for king.” Nokto nodded as if this was the most sage advice. “When you think about it like that, the question of who will be king is pretty much the same as whether we will focus on internal or external policy.”

“I see,” Luke nodded.

Emma shook her head, bursting from her state of frozen fear. “Well I don’t!”

Nokto gave her a patronizing smile. “Now now, don’t get upset. Just tell us, for reference, which side you support.”

Chevalier felt a flicker of annoyance at the way his brother was putting the Belle on the spot. She had not made her choice yet, but she really didn’t need to. He knew he would be king and his choice was already clear. And such a decision, with the cost so clearly high, should not rest on her gentle heart. “That’s enough Clown. The Belle is a commoner, not royalty. Why are you trying to force her opinion? There is no point to hearing it.”

Reprimanded, Nokto bowed his head. “I know. I was just . . . kidding.” His mischievous smile did not fade despite his words, and as usual, his meaning was opaque to most. He looked up again, garnet eyes bright. “King Highness, it seems that Leon’s group is going to be difficult. Do you still want to continue with this fruitless meeting?”

“No. I have no intention of continuing something I know is pointless.” Though the outcome was expected, it still tasted bitter in his mouth. Chev stood and swept his cloak behind him.

Leon’s brows shot up. “Hey! Are you leaving? We’re not done here!”

“We’ll regroup some other time. You can take this as an opportunity to reflect on your choice.”

“Back at you,” Leon snapped. His jaw was clenched tight, and the muscles in his shoulders tense.

Chevalier’s lips curled up at the attempted clever comeback. Black would never have the wit and cruelty to manage a truly cutting remark. Not that it mattered. Regardless of the reply, the outcome was the same. War was coming to Rhodolite and with every passing day there were fewer options open.

He left. There was nothing here for him to do.

***

The next evening, the Belle found him ensconced on the couch in her room, the only spot in the palace he could steal a moment of peace. Another book lay open on his lap as he studied more accounts of prior battles with Obsidian. She came in carefully balancing a tray of tea and light snacks, as if she were a servant.

Chev watched her, wondering why she put herself through this again and again. Reaching out to him the way she did, with her kind gestures and understanding gaze. He was rude to her, cold, cruel even. Nothing good could come of his presence. Yet she still sought his company. As if . . .

“Would you like some tea?” Her smile was genuine, as much in her eyes as the line of her lips.

“No sugar or milk.”

The Belle nodded. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She set the tray down and poured him a cup. “Here you are.” Her hands didn’t tremble at all as she held the delicate porcelain saucer and tea cup out to him, though she moved more slowly than usual.

He pretended to ignore her as she held it there a moment, waiting. She sighed and reached across him to set it on the table next to his seat. Emma was so close he could smell the light, sweet scent of her perfume. She was lovely as always, but there was something off today. A nervousness about her that he could sense more than see.��

Chevalier grabbed her hand as she drew back and pulled her closer.

Emma gasped in surprise, but did not struggle. She watched him as he studied her, more curious than afraid of what he might do.

She was clearly tired, he thought, noticing the slight shadow under her eyes. A steady tension thrummed just under her skin, at odds with her pulse. Which sped up at his touch. Chevalier’s lips curled up just at the edges in a knowing smile. “You look terrible today.”

“Excuse me?” She drew up in an offended huff, her glare as hot as the summer sun.

“I would say you only got about an hour of sleep last night.” He knew he was right, no matter that she’d tried to hide it.

Her brows lifted and her lips made an adorable ‘o’.

Chev continued, certain now of his discernment. “You are feeling overwhelmed now that you realize what a heavy burden it is to choose a king.” He almost felt bad for her, having to act as Belle in these troubled times. But it was better to choose in the moment of crisis than to name a king in a time of peace, untested and unknown.

He studied her a moment more, then let go and reached for his tea. She had that look on her face, the one that hovered between awe and anxiety. The one that meant she was trying to figure out how he’d guessed. Chevalier took a sip of tea and shrugged. “You’re just that easy to read.”

“Stop having conversations with my thoughts.” Emma rubbed her wrist, her expressive features shifting again to a cute pout.

Chev hoped that he hadn’t gripped her too hard. He meted out his strength where needed, and harming her would be a waste. That was surely the only reason for the twinge of concern. “I will stop when you stop showing every thought so plainly on your face.” He leaned back. “I didn’t need to read that in your expression though. I knew you were lying when you said you understood your position.”

The Belle took a nervous, shuffling step. “What are you talking about?”

“It was a few days ago now.” He waited for her to remember, continuing as comprehension lit her eyes. “The Belle has never been an important position. There is no point to worrying about the future of the kingdom. You must know your place.” He raised an eyebrow, wondering if she understood what he meant. She should not lose sleep over the inevitable change coming to Rhodolite.

Emma seemed to deflate for a moment. Collapsing in on herself as her shoulders fell and her chin dropped low. Then, with a breath, she mustered herself and straightened her back again. “That may be, but the fact that I am choosing the next king has not changed.”

Chev felt a flash of minor annoyance. She didn’t grasp what he meant. Why was it always so hard to speak in terms others could grasp? Facts were comforting. Emotional blather was a waste of breath. He wanted her to understand so badly, but all he could do was press on. “Such a trivial task is not worth worrying about. Once you choose a king, you are not responsible for his actions.”

“What?”

He set his teacup back on the saucer before responding. “The responsibility for what happens after will not lie on you. It is the burden of the royals.” Chevalier waited for this to sink in, pleased when the Belle let out a breathy ‘oh!’.

“Suppose you chose a king who then ran the kingdom into the ground with incompetence?” He reached out and took her hands in his. She felt so small and delicate to him, too fragile for whatever imagined burden she was trying to carry. “That would be purely the fault of the royals.”

Emma nodded mutely. Her pulse raced under his fingertips as she stood there, listening.

Chevalier ignored the way his own heart rebelled against his icy calm, thumping wildly and in all contradiction of sense. As if the warm pleasure of seeing her absorb the comfort he offered in the only way he knew how loosened all the bonds he’d placed around that traitor organ. “Responsibility for the future of this kingdom does not lie solely with the king. Rather it is shared across the whole royal family.”

The tension beneath her skin ebbed away as his words took hold. Her shins brushed against his bent legs as she leaned forward.

“Neither I nor the other princes are such housebroken beasts that we would quietly follow a foolish king.” Chev’s voice was soft now, almost gentle. He did not notice the change. “It would be ridiculous to think such a burden would rest with a commoner.” Even one as uncommon as you. “Royalty must bear these heavy responsibilities alone.”

She studied him for a moment as if unsure what to say. Then her smile returned, shyly, hiding at the soft edges of her lips. “Thank you.”

Chevalier snorted. “You are such a soft-hearted one.” He could see the start of tears at the corner of her eyes. He let go of her hands and gave her forehead a gentle poke.

“Ow!” She backed away and rubbed at her face. “Stop that!”

“Yes, that’s more like you. Brazenly barking at me.” He laughed as he saw her outrage erase the vestiges of her worry. Chev looked back at his book though he could still feel her eyes on him. There was a flicker of warmth in her gaze, a heat that had nothing to do with annoyance. She looked as if she might speak, but a loud knock interrupted whatever she might have said.

The Belle glanced at the door and back, then when Chevalier didn’t react, she went to open it. Rather than beckon the visitor in, she stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

Chevalier could hear Clavis outside, his playful tone making its way past the heavy door.

“Belle, have you seen Chev?”

“Well . . . no. I - I haven’t seen him around. I’m sorry.” Emma’s reply made Chevalier smile. So she’d listened.

Clavis sounded surprised, though whether he believed the Belle was anyone’s guess. “Really? Well if you do see him, please ask him to come by the office.”

Chevalier heard Emma lean back against the door. “Sure. Of course but . . . did something happen?”

“Oh yes.” There was laughter in the prince’s reply. “I heard something that Chev would find quite amusing.”

“What would that be exactly?” Emma pressed her question, clearly worried about her decision to abide by Chev’s wishes.

Clavis laughed. “Oh, I think I’ll just save that for his ears alone. Unless . . . do you think he is listening right now?”

“No.” Emma cleared her throat. “I’ll tell him to speak with you. If I see him.”

“If.” Clavis laughed again and then his footsteps receded.

After a moment, the Belle returned. “Prince Chevalier -”

“Quiet.” Chev was sure Clavis had some juicy tidbit to share. He suspected he knew what it was, but there would be time to address it later. Right now he wanted to drink his tea and to relax. Emma’s presence made him feel . . . calm and tense at the same time. A pleasant sort of tightness that ran along his nerves and up his back.

The Belle gave him a pouty look, but didn’t argue. She sat down next to him and pulled a slim book from a skirt pocket. Then she settled in to read.

Chevalier pretended to be unaware of her, but the light pressure against his leg and the sound of her steady breath drew his interest away from the book in his lap. He’d read it before anyway. The laboriously detailed text layed out the supply lines, troop numbers, daily accounting, and other tedious specifics of running a war.

When he finally allowed himself to glance up, her breathing had steadied into the rhythm of slumber. Her chin rested on her chest, the book gripped in one hand, askew on her lap. Chev shifted a little closer and carefully draped his arm over her shoulders.

She sighed and snuggled into his side, resting her head on his chest.

The coldness in his eyes abated as he gazed at the Belle’s sleeping face. Chevalier couldn’t see his soft smile, nor how gently he brushed the hair back from her face. If he had, he might not have recognized himself in that moment, with his shield of ice lowered.

He would put her to bed, he thought. She needed the rest. But first . . . he should wait. Because otherwise she would wake and protest. If he gave her a bit of time to fall more deeply asleep, Emma wouldn’t even notice being picked up. That was the reason he had to just sit here with her pressed tight to his side. Feeling her heart beat in time with his own. No other reason. None at all.

Next: Distance

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alessiathepirate · 6 months

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Creep 2014

THE CONSEQUENCES OF A SMALL MISTAKE: Josef x fem!reader

Summary: The butterfly effect - the idea that small things can have big consequences. In her case, a small mistake gave her the opportunity to escape death.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I didn't really plan to write any type of fanfiction or oneshot for this movie, even if I think it's fantastic (including the sequel) and unsettling, but there aren't many works out there for it - so I thought I'd try my best. And after some ideas and motivation, here it is! I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)

Warnings: swearing, implied stalking, slightly referenced violence and/or murder, attempted murder

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the butterfly effect:

the butterfly effect is the idea that small things can have non-linear impacts on a complex system

or: the idea that the smallest things can have big consequences

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She ran out of coffee. There was none left in the small metal container she usually kept the coffee beans in, and the cheap three in one box was empty as well.

That realization hurt in the morning, especially when she woke up late and knew that she'll be late for work. And the fact that the coffee was gone made the already bad day even worse.

She should've checked it, that's what she told herself as she went through her day without her usual, great cup of coffee. The one they make at her workplace couldn't be called coffee at all and the nearest coffee shop was too far away to go there during her break.

So she had to survive without the coffein she loved.

Such a small thing. A small mistake, a usual occurance - something what can happen to anybody anytime. Yet the consequences of her not checking on the metal container on Sunday were greater than she could've ever imagined.

She was home just before seven. It was already starting to get dark and she was tired. Way too tired to care about anything, to notice the unusual things happening around her or remembering the things she had promised she'd do. She didn't notice the package on her porch, even if the box was big enough to reach past her knees. She walked past it, trying to grab her keys from her bag to open the door.

"You didn't answer my calls..." the voice was so sudden she dropped her keys as her hands shook violently, her eyes no longer tired, but wide open. Her throat felt tight as held onto her bag tightly, her knuckles turning white as she looked around on the porch, examining all the dark corners to decide where to aim with it.

It took a few seconds for her to realize she knew that voice. It wasn't a stranger even if his voice did sound strange from time to time, it was high pitched when he was excited and he was excited at the weirdest moments.

"For fucks sake, you scared the Hell out of me!" she spoke up, her voice rough - then, after she realized how rude she must've sounded, she apologized with a small, tired smile: "I had a long day, I didn't mean to shout at you."

Her expression changed, going back to its exhausted self. She let go of her bag, letting it sit on her shoulder as she crouched down to find her keys.

Then the guy she knew as Josef walked closer to her, showing her which dark corner he was hiding in. He let the shadows draw dark shapes onto his face before he too crouched down, immediately finding the keys she was looking for.

"Thank you." she said as she took them from him, standing back up to open the door.

"It's okay." he was unusually quiet as he observed her every move, even after she stepped inside, leaving the door open for him. "No movie night then?"

She stopped, for a second feeling very much awake as she gently hit her forehead with her hand.

"Fuck, I totally forgot about it." for a moment she looked like she's about to cry. "I'm one poor excuse of a friend." she kicked her shoes off and let her bag fall to the ground as she quickly disappeared into the house - her voice had an unusual pitch to it as she shouted back: "Do you want some tea or something? Hot chocolate maybe? Heck, that's the least I can do - I'm so sorry."

Even in her tired and pityful mood she still knew that in the next few seconds Josef will turn up somewhere - behind her, next to her, in the other room when she leaves the kitchen. He did that a lot, scaring her either as a plan or as an accident. This was the case that time too.

"Hot chocolate's fine." she jumped a little, her heart beating faster as his voice came from directly behind her; she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

Although she said nothing to it, because it had became an everyday thing, she still needed a few moments to collect herself.

"Okay. Give me a moment." she whispered, the sentence having two meanings: Give me a moment to get the hot chocolate done and Give me a moment to collect myself after you scared me.

"Did you order something?" Josef asked as he walked around the kitchen, looking at all the appliences and touching some of them even if he's seen them many times before.

"What do you mean?" she furrowed her eyebrows as she got the mugs ready, not understanding his question. She didn't order anything.

"You have a package on the porch."

"Great." she muttered, her tiredness showing once again. "Must be the wrong address. But whatever, I'll deal with it tomorrow."

She couldn't see him, but she heard his breathing and his steps as she melted some chocolate and poured some milk into the mugs.

" 'You sure?"

Why wouldn't I be?

"Yeah. I've got a movie night to make up for." she smiled as she added some cream to the drinks; she then turned towards him, her smile not disappearing at all even her eyes hurt a bit. "I don't have any popcorn, but we can still watch something if it's okay."

They both looked at the other, neither of them blinking as if they'd like to win a sudden challenge. He tilted his head, examining her posture or gestures - she couldn't tell, but she felt like she's telling him more than she'd like to.

His gaze was strange. Everything was more unusual about him ever since he turned up on her porch. She didn't necessary like it, but she didn't dare to point it out either.

And then suddenly, as if someone just pressed a switch in him, he smiled. More like grined. His whole mood changed in a second - and the oddness of it activated her fight or flight reflex. The fear ran through her fast, it made her shiver and her hands twitch slightly.

She has never been afraid of him before. Maybe she should've - her instincts told her.

"It's okay." his grin stayed and it made her feel like prey. "Let's watch something."

"Yeah." it wasn't more than a whisper for herself to gain her strength back as she watched Josef leave the kitchen - she soon followed him with the mugs. "So- what'll we watch?"

"'Interview with the Vampire'?" she looked at him as she put down the mugs on the coffee table right in front of the TV, and she couldn't help but let out a tired, half-annoyed sigh despite the coldness that ran through her back.

"Again?" she asked with a small, but knowing smile and even if the weird feeling didn't leave her chest, it was still an honest one. "We watched it last week too."

"Please?"

She just shook her head with a weak smile and was already on her way to connect the old DVD player to the TV, and then look for the cheap copy of the movie. She didn't have to look for long. It was right where they left it last week after he had gotten bored and pressured her into taking a walk around the neighborhood late at night.

"All right. Just because I owe you- and you're one of the few people I actually care about."

After everything was set and the first shot appeared on the TV, she finally sat down on the couch and leaned back - both her worry and hot chocolate forgotten as her limbs were finally stretched and resting. That was when she really felt the missing doses of coffein; her whole body felt heavier than usual now that she was past the hard part of the day. Now that she could see the familiar actors and hear the familiar lines; now that she could feel Josef's thigh against her own, she finally started to give up.

It felt too nice and comfortable. She doubted that she can wait out the whole two hours and two minutes - she had seen the Interview with the Vampire so many times she knew everyhing about it by heart - without falling asleep.

But until then, she could talk, to keep Josef entertained. He had to be entertained unless she wanted to wake up to him scaring her and having a heart attack.

"Did you do anything interesting today?" she asked as she slowly sat up to reach her drink.

"Sure. I shot a short film for the collection."

"Well, at least you had a more exciting day then I had." she yawned. "Will you show me some of it? Someday..."

"Someday." maybe if she was more alert, she would've seen the change in his tone and gestures.

She put the mug back down. The movie continued. They stayed quiet.

Unusually quiet.

Josef is very rarely calm and silent. He either has to be in a bad mood or has to be very tired. And as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes she couldn't see any of it.

And then, later, the more tired she was, the more alert he became. His back straightened, but not from the excitement she came to know - from something else, something new; something she hasn't seen before.

Seemingly, he was thinking. She knew it from the way the muscles around his mouth moved. But she couldn't tell what was on his mind. It must've been something big and serious. She didn't dare to ask.

"You know..." her eyes were halfway closed when Josef spoke up. "I really thought you wouldn't care if we missed this movie night."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You're tired."

"So?" she asked. "I'm always the tired one. You simply have more energy. Besides, it's just the addiction - coffee is a pretty strong drug." she chuckled quietly.

"I was thinking, maybe I'll keep you as my friend." if she noticed the dark tone of his voice, she didn't give it away at all.

"Well it's really nice of you to think so Josef, since we've been friends for the last two months." she turned towards him, her lips slightly curling upwards. "But I'll be happy if you keep me."

"I might."

And then soon, she was gone.

Her eyes closed, because she couldn't keep them open any longer and her whole being relaxed; her body didn't feel heavy anymore.

Perhaps she should have been worried. Scared - to fall asleep. But that's not how it went down, she gave up the fight with sleep and even if she lost, that's what saved her life.

The Interview with the Vampire kept on playing on the TV, the light from it made it possible to see in the room. Five minutes went by, then ten. And suddenly her head was resting on Josef's shoulder.

If she was awake, she would've noticed how stiff his posture has become or how he almost moved further away from her. But in the end he stayed and after he worked on his position on the couch, he decided to put aside the knife he had in his hand.

He slightly moved his head so his chin wouldn't touch the top of her head as he found the right angle to examine her from. He had seen her do a lot of stuff. He had seen her cook and clean, go to work and to the store or do whatever she liked to do in her free time - all without her knowledge. He hadn't seen her sleep yet.

She seemed calm, trusting. But then again every single person looks calm in his or her sleep. Trusting on the other hand - not many people would put their trust in him. Only the very naive or stupid ones. But he knew she wasn't stupid, nor naive. She had a decent job, a decent life and she didn't talk to everyone. Yet she talked to him.

He raised one of his hands and took hold of a lock of hair softly. He twisted it around his fingers and then awkwardly petted her head.

There was no fun in killing her in that moment. She was asleep. She hadn't seen the package yet. She hadn't seen the VHS tape he put in it. There wasn't enough fear in her yet.

But then again there was something else. There was trust and perhaps, just perhaps it may be more interesting than fear. It for sure felt nicer than her fear.

He brushed his fingers along the outline of her face as if he'd like to know every single bone or wrinkle. He stayed there and raked his fingers through her hair and smelled it too.

Later he put his knife away.

And after he put her in a more comfortable position on the couch, he went outside to get to the package before she does. He cut it open and after he retrieved the necklace he put in it, he set the rest of it aside. He'll get rid of it before she wakes up.

Maybe if she trusts him this much she'll like it.

If she likes him this much she'll definitely like it.

He sat down next to her on the couch again, his gaze was once on the movie and once on her.

That's what it took her to avoid death.

Her forgetfulness, her addiction and her trust. One simple mistake.

And after unknowingly escaping death, she's got an even clingier and stranger Josef than before.

But then again, it's still better, isn't it?

#creep 2014 #creep movie #josef x reader #josef creep x reader #josef #josef creep #josef x fem!reader #josef creep x fem!reader

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flamedraco · 25 days

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So I don't really post a lot on this site. I reblog shit but the amount of times I've actually "posted" in the sense of using my words is a lot smaller than my reblogs. I write a lot of fanfiction though. So in celebration of the fact that my tumblr is now apparently a year old??? I think? Like hell do I know how this site works but I got a notification this morning about it? But in celebration of that I'm going to talk about "You Were Never Meant to be a Hero", my most popular, completed, TNT Duo superhero fanfiction. You'd expect me to talk about my fics more often so if you want to see more of this let me know I guess? And feel free to ask me questions. I enjoy getting them.

So YWNMTBAH started as an urge, as most fics do. I was reading through a lot of TNT Duo fics while working on my first project, Arsonist's Waltz, and I encountered one or two TNT Duo Superhero AUs. Now, I had just come to DSMP directly after two years worth of being in the BNHA fandom. Which if you didn't know is a superhero based Shonen anime. I love superheroes. I always have and probably always will, despite not being able to grow up with too much traditional "superhero" media. So of course I was excited seeing superhero AUs in my favorite ship. I had seen it a lot in SBI stories but not TNT Duo yet. However: I couldn't find the kind of story I wanted to read. The stories I read honestly just...didn't hit the right buttons for me. I'm not saying any of them were bad, gods no. They just didn't have my favorite trope involved or the type of pairing I was looking for. I saw hero/hero, I saw hero/vigilante. I saw a lot of "good" pairings. But I also saw a lot of characters being dumb idiots and while I do love some fun identity shenanigans it gets dull after a while. I have a thing with dense protagonists and 'will they won't they'. I hate miscommunication and a lot of tropes that were being used at the time. There's more to "superhero" than just secret identities. There's a lot of creativity to be had. Creativity and ideas that I just...wasn't seeing. I wanted hero/villain. And I wanted fallen hero, my favorite trope. The antithesis of the redeemed villain. YWNMTBAH started as a oneshot idea. Because I knew how I was. I knew that if I didn't cap it as a oneshot I would spiral when I already had a massive project I was working on. But after giving it more thought...I realized that I really wanted to do more with this idea. I wanted to write a multichaptered superhero fic for my favorite pairing. Self indulgent? Yeah. I didn't expect many people to read it at the time. Little did I know. Which brings me to what I really wanted to talk about: The first chapter.

Anyone who's read YWNMTBAH knows that the first chapter is very unique. I showed you the future before showing you the events that lead up to it. (This is the part where you should abandon ship if you don't want spoilers for the fic btw, link will be down below). From day one I knew what I wanted for the fic. I knew what its themes were going to be. I know precisely what the endgame of the fic was going to be. And for any other authors out there? Here's the best advice I can give you: Know what you want out of the story. Know your ending before you even think of the rest. The job of a first chapter is to ALWAYS- 1: Establish your main characters. 2: Establish your plot. 3: Establish your story concepts. The first chapter is always going to be the hardest in my opinion because it's your first chapter that you, as the author, use to introduce your world to your readers. Think of it like your hook sentence in a professional essay. You need to draw your readers attention and get them to want to keep reading. I was impatient and wanted to write Wilbur's fall immediately. I wanted to write his break down as opposed to the build up. So...I wrote it first. And then realized: I could make it the first chapter. I could make it the first chapter...and then the next few chapters could be flashbacks. Showing the events that lead up to it. Not only was it a clever way to establish the world, the characters, and my plot and concepts, it was a good way to hook the readers' interest! The first chapter's objectives were to make it obvious what the fic was. It should've been a clear sign as to what the fic is. In the first chapter it's present from the start that Quackity is a manipulative bastard and that Wilbur, despite that, and despite knowing what Q is trying to do, he's still a hopeless fool in love. There is manipulation, but there is real love too. (And anyone who got mad over Quackity, the villain, who is tagged as a villain, manipulating Wilbur clearly didn't read the tags. Just because I gave him a sympathetic backstory and the fact that he does LOVE Wilbur doesn't change the fact that he manipulated him and would do it again. Quackity is written as a villain. Thinking he was anything other than a villain was a fool's decision. I could go on an entire separate rant over this aspect of my story). YWNMTBAH is a dark fic. It's been a dark fic from the very beginning. They are a villain and a hero. They are on opposite sides of the war. They are enemies, each other's nemesis. It was the perfect way to introduce people to my world. I knew from the beginning what I wanted for YWNMTBAH. I knew what I wanted it to be. "Fallen Hero" is the trope that refers to a hero who falls into villainy. It's the opposite of the redeemed villain, a trope that I feel is so overdone and overused. It was self indulgent, and I never expected it to blow up like it did. I didn't expect people to latch onto it despite everything. I knew it was different from other things I had seen, it was like that by design. I didn't want to emulate fics like Clinic (that I didn't know existed by the time I was writing it, otherwise I probably would've picked a different villain name for Wilbur other than Siren XD), I didn't want it to be the same hero/hero, hero/civilian, hero/vigilante pairs I had seen, and because of how common Wilbur was written as a villain in the fandom I wanted to write Quackity as the villain. In the same lane: In future superhero fics you'll be seeing Karl as a villain more often too. But by design I made YWNMTBAH to be different from what I was reading. I wanted it to be unique because I wanted it to be EXACTLY what I wanted to read. And apparently? A lot of people got behind that self indulgent idea of mine.

"You Were Never Meant to be a Hero" is my baby. It's my magnum opus. It has an entire multiverse surrounding it now with alternate timelines and AUs for this AU. It's helped me build an amazing community and I feel absolutely FLOORED with the beautiful artwork I've received for the fic over the years of it being uploaded.

So from one author to others: Write the things you want to see in the world. Be the change you want to see. I've seen a lot more hero/villain pairings since I posted YWNMTBAH and I couldn't be happier to see them. Write things inspired by other author's works. Just make sure to credit them and tell them about it. We love it when you guys do things like that. Enjoy creating what you want to create and don't worry about what other people might think of it. Because you should write for yourself, first and foremost. So what if someone would've enjoyed YWNMTBAH if Quackity got redeemed? That was never the intention of the story. That was never the point. So what if someone didn't like that Wilbur ended up with Q in the end because of how Q manipulated him at first? It's a dark fic, read the tags. Write for yourself. Write what you want to see. Inspire others to create. And if you see my fic and think you want to write a version of it in your vision? Fucking do it. I dare you >:) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37319827/chapters/93120913

#fanfic #fandom #writing #mcyt #You Were Never Meant to be a Hero #YWNMTBAH

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chekhovs-nailgun · 2 months

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i have some thoughts on coping thru fiction and using fic/writing as a general tool that i wanna put out there. warning: i will be discussing grooming below the cut.

so to get it out of the way, i was groomed when i was 11. i don’t think this is the time nor place for me to go into a whole ramble about the specifics of that, so i won’t. all that’s necessary right now is that it happened and within a year i started adding similar dynamics to a project i was working on.

it was a sideplot during my first nanowrimo attempt centered around a post-apocalyptic scenario. the jist of it was a kid in his mid-teens, think 16 or so, was romantically obsessed with a mid-20s, closer to 30 woman. the age difference was about the same. i would ask for advice on the story in general from my mom (phd in psychology, literally never had a problem with it lmfao, funny how that works).

was it ass? absolutely, it was. a 12 year old wrote it. it’s never seeing the light of day lmao. but it was really important in the process of me not fucking hating myself for years for thinking/internalizing that it was a moral failing on my part.

the thing about it is that at the time, it didn’t feel like coping. i felt like i was just writing about something that happens. fleshing it out in that sterile environment helped me get a grip of how fucking gross what happened to me was, while putting myself in a position where i had control over what happened, something i didn’t have irl. i didn’t even realize that’s what happened until i thought “ah yes, i started writing dark fic when i was 12, the same calendar year i was groomed.”

“…”

now i look at people arguing over the semantics of it, with fic of that type being morally reprehensible with exceptions like “only if you never share it” or “only if you use it to cope” or “using it to cope is morally reprehensible for this-or-that reason, don’t interact with it in any way other than seething rage or some other specific way”. while seething rage and pure fucking anger can be a totally fine way to deal with it, people who think in these kinds of ways need to remember: not everybody is you. making broad assumptions, nitpicking, and believing that your way is the only correct way does nothing but harm other victims by taking away an opportunity for them to work out their trauma, at best. at worst? it allows more predators to hide and commit tangible harm due to widespread assumptions that the people hurting others are the people posting fic, and not the “safe” adults playing into kids’ interests and making them feel important and special. (source: that’s what mine did; yucky bad fanfiction was never a part of the equation.)

i know what the response to this is. “ackshully posting it is doing harm because it normalizes it and gives predators the confidence to act on the thoughts they already have; the human psyche is more sensitive to porn and if you get tired of fiction you’re bound to turn to nonfiction”. this is where the age old disagreement comes into play, and while i don’t see much of a point in rehashing it for people who already have their minds made up on it, i would like to note a couple of things, firstly that humans aren’t mirrors. most people see things like this and recognize it’s wrong, just like they recognize that other subjects criminalized irl are wrong, such as murder, theft, etc. if somebody sees something problematic and decides it’s a good way to act, there was something already wrong, be it undiagnosed mental illness or being too young/impressionable to participate safely in such circles. i also find this viewpoint really cruel in that it takes responsibility away from the actual predators, essentially painting them as wild animals who “couldn’t help it, they became desensitized and just had to have more of that vile content you people make” when grooming is, at its core, a desire for power over another. im gonna come out and say it: predators are smart. they are called predators for a reason. thinking of them as lawless beasts who operate out of instinct is entirely disrespectful to victims.

the cold hard truth of the matter is that darkfic, no matter how disgusting people find it on a case by case basis, is morally neutral. it cannot damage anybody by simply existing unless warnings are ignored or it is actively weaponized, sometimes meaning that the content itself is removed from the protective warnings and wantonly put on display for large audiences of underage people to see.

i personally don’t like a whole lot of darkfic, im really picky about what i read. and i think that no matter my thoughts on it, it has a right to exist. idc, consider me a “bad victim” lmao. if you do that’s your cross to bear, not mine.

tldr: sometimes you need to express shit and fuck you if you try to enforce your own feelings on others trying to do so

#ok to rb #tw grooming mention #chekhov’s cathedral #shipcourse #proship #anti anti #proship please interact

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