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iam-kenough · 4 years

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Will you ever notice me? (Arthur Morgan x Original Female Characters)

Summary: Dutch and his boys found a girl hidden inside wrecked shack near their camp. She introduces herself as Iris and starts leading outlaw life with Van der Linde gang, quickly developing feelings towards one, special cowboy. However there is big year gap between them and Arthur sees Iris just as a kid...And girl won’t take that!

Authors notes: TO THOSE WHO READ THIS - THANK YOU! I can see some of you leave hearts under my post on regular basis and even if it’s only one or two people, I will write for you. I have a question for you - would you see a crossover in this story? I have an idea for The Witcher crossover happening in 10 to 15 chapters. Any feelings about that? It’s just another chapter and you can find the rest of them following masterlist on my blog if you want to read more of my fanfiction. Hope you gonna enjoy it! Words count: 2816 Chapter 14 Arthur got up from bed with shitty mood this day, thinking about events from few night's before. How could Iris be so cold to him? Man couldn't get away from these thoughts. But he also knew that he deserved much more than only few harsh words. He was a bastard so she was dealing with him like with one. Woman was merciful enough to keep him around, at least that's what Arthur told himself. One thing couldn't get off his head. Where was she? Whatever he tried, Arthur couldn't find her recently, but the tent was here and girl's presence was visible, marked with her clothes, thrown on the floor or on the bed. He suddenly heard that someone is breaking glass behind the trees somewhere around the tent he was sleeping in.

- Glad it ain't your job - Iris was leaning against the tree. She looked different today, fresh, happy and she wasn't hangover. Girl was dressed similar to Arthur, black trousers with suspenders, dark green shirt, gun belt, high boots and her hair was collected in messy bun on the top of her little head. She was talking to Sean, who was shooting towards empty beer bottles.

- What about you, you can't do that to, can ya? - boy's accent was strong and thick, Sean visibly mocking Iris.

- Maybe you want to go with me and see me in action so you won't underestimate me anymore - woman threw him challenging gaze.

- What are you both up to, kids? - Arthur approached them, taking position on the opposite side to Iris's.

- Sean decided he's gonna train shooting skills. But there is one thing, bastard's drunk.

- That gives you twice much chances to shot someone! - Arthur spreaded his arms as honest and hearty laugh escaped his lungs.

- Stop scolding me, you are not even older than me, Iris! And by the way, you were the one who went yesterday downtown and killed some folk to pay your bounty, when half the state is hoping to shoot you for two thousand dollars. It was supposed to be a secret between her and Sean and Arthur threw her angry look right away. She wouldn't use his help and she meant it. The crease between his brows remained deep and his ocean eyes were locked on very certain person.

- Well, look at me, paying two thousand dollars fine for my head and killing multiple fellers when all you have to do is shot 5 bottles that ain't moving and you can't do that, can ya?

- I asked you to help me, not to scold me - Sean approached her, lowering his tone to calm and obedient so Arthur wouldn't hear what comes next - Don't make me ask him, he would laugh me off.

- Oh, that's who you are afraid of! Never would thought about that - she said out loud, looking at Arthur and smirking - Ye knew I learned form him, eh?

- You think you are so much better? Okay, give it a go, your best shot, Rhiannon! Iris threw him look of someone who's done with his shit and in the nick of time she pulled out a gun and almost at the same moment bottle cracked. She wasn't as fast as Arthur, but it was still impressive.

- Grow up - she said and turned around on heel.

- Oh come on, I'm paying you for that, don't go away, please? - Sean changed his tactics immidiately.

- You're paying for my compliments, not for real advices, attaboy. And I cannot be bought. Arthur stayed out of it, but it was amusing to watch as Iris is roasting everybody around wherever she can. That's his girl.

- I think you are too harsh on me, that's all - Sean got back to shooting, throwing looks above his arm to be sure Iris is still watching him.

- Oh, poor boy, some little lady is making you cry. You can ask our old Arthur for help, if ya don't like me - she patted Arthur's arm and Sean frowned.

- I won't listen to no Englishman!

- I don't like the way you talk to her, kid - Arthur scoffed, giving boy judgemental eyes - Guess you just lost chances with both of us.

Sean threw him disappointed look and got back to his task. Iris left Sean and Arthur followed her, grabbing her arm suddenly and turning her around.

- I told ya not to go anywhere alone, I offered you the money that could save you, why you keep pushing me and my help away? - he was towering her, looking down with disappointment. Iris's back rested against the tree and she tool deep breath.

- Arthur...darling...I told you I can't use your help, especially when it comes to money. Look at us, the last thing I need is to be financialy dependent. We don't get along at all.

- And why is that, what is wrong with me taking care of you? - man's palm rested near Iris's head when the elbow was straightened, closing one of possible ways for her to leave him hanging right now.

- You're not the one that should do that, Mister! You have woman you care about in your life, Arthur, her name's Mary.

- It's different with you - he murmured, averting his gaze.

-It is, you are right. There is nothing between us and you try to pretend it is.

- Nothin' between us, huh? And all those feelings we share? Since I met you my heart is fluttering as soon as I see you and I feel like a fool - Arthur muttered under his breath, it was crystal clear he hated speaking about his emotions.

- Feelings aren't enough sometimes. I shut this door, Arthur. It's over.

- You're breaking up with me?

- Arthur, we were never properly together in the first place, so calm down - her tone was serious but girl caressed his cheek and smiled - I'm sure I'm not the only girl that can warm you up at nights.

- You are the only one to me - he shaken his head with disbelief and clenched his jaw righ after, looking away like betrayed dog.

- I am not, you think I am naive enough to believe in that? You have past and it's chasing you, I ain't girl for you.

- What are you saying, kid? - Arthur's eyes narrowed.

- You're sleeping with Mary, right? At least that's what all red lights were showing me. All those letters, staying away, not coming home at night. I can't blame you, she's beautiful and more mature...more like you - Iris's voice was full of jealousy. Arthur suddenly grabbed her chin and kissed her. The feeling coming with the kiss was unbearable, sensation fallin on Iris, tying up knot inside her stomach. She suddenly felt butterflies trying to get outside her chest and blood running faster in her veins. But girl quickly realised it's her heart, racing so much it almost hurt. His chapped, plump lips were doing the job with softening her fasade, that's for sure. Iris couldn't help but run fingers through Arthur's golden hair. His breath was warm and stubble on Arthur’s face tickled a bit, causing shivers in lower part of Iris’s spine. That was it, he hunted her down again. She purred, sucking onto his lower lip and smiled dreamily.

- Do you think I could do something like that with anyone else but you? - Arthur asked - How could you assume I cheated on you and wasn't even asking me for my side of the story? I never did, especially not with Mary.

- Wait, does that mean that all those things that happened to us...are my fault? - girl's face suddenly dropped, brows forming into frown.

- I'm not blaming you, even if it is I can't - Arthur's forehead rested against hers - I should say something too, but I just thought I am too old for you, or maybe too stupid or to harsh when it comes to our intimacy and that's why you are slipping from my hads so quickly - Iris noticed that his eyes were glimmering.

- Hey, I am cold bitch but I wouldn't treat you so badly only for those things - she whispered surprised, her breath unsteady.

- I am not much to look at, I assumed you just wanted someone better...but I am the best for you, girl, I can feel we match just like puzzles does - it was the smoothest line Arthur Morgan ever used on anyone.

- You are unbelievable! - she scoffed - And that's why you were gone all days every time there was a letter from Mary?

- I am a fool - Arthur run fingers through his hair in nervous manner - I shouldn't help her, yer right, it looked so bad when now I remind myself...I just had this very wrong feeling sayin' I owe her somethin'. She was asking me about lot of things and I felt like idiot running her errands thinking it's just help that she needs after becoming a widow and I soon as she tried to...convince me I should ignore some young girl running after me and make love to her I escaped from Mary, a-and then I was diagnosed, assured by doctor I'm gonna die, I couldn't let you watch it- - Arthur was rambling on and on, falling apart at the same time. But then Iris grabbed his both arms, looking at him firmly but with genuine and consider smile on her rosy lips.

- I would never leave you, even if you'd die tomorrow. Heart doesn't work like this, I care about you, even if we don't have good time every day, Arthur. I would stay by your side, no matter what- Arthur's eyes became stromy again and he pulled Iris into tight embrace, burrying face in her hair. Man tried to hide it but Iris knew he's iritated with her little sugarcoating. Her small hands were running circles around his arms and back, letting him calm down a little.

- I was afraid...to infect you, Iris. I was already dirty, living like a savage, no need to do the same to ya.

- Shh, I'm not mad anymore - her heart was melting away on sight of Arthur Morgan who's trying to get her back. Maybe she was simple, so what?

- That means you gonna stay? I think you suit there.

- I will stay even if it's gonna be here, in this camp till the end of the world, you know it - she pecked his nose gently - We just have to sit down someday and talk about communication between us.

- You sound so smart sometimes even though all you do is stupid and reckless - Arthur mocked her.

- Its more about me without you, I need to be protected - she whispered to his ear, observing as this boyish grin appeared on Arthur's lips. Iris planned to do that more often, clearly seeing through him and his low self-esteem. Man needed to be reassured once in a while that he’s important.

Arthur cheered up suddenly, grabing Iris into rough bear hug, messing up her hair a little and grinning like stupid.

- And mister? I told you to quit smoking! - girl barked out trying to be intimidating but it caused only vibrations in Arthur's chest as he couldn't help but laugh.

Iris thought that she was light headed and drunk with love, but Arthur was just whole new level. All man was doing all days was following Iris around the camp as much as he could, looking ridiculous. If she was washing his shirts, he was scolding her for overworking herself, every time Iris chopped vegetables he was chiming in, helping her and kicking Mr Pearson out and hugs from the back happened often, usually stuttering her since Arthur could take really silent steps if he wanted to. Iris didn't mind though, she was adoring idea of hot, dangerous gunslinger falling on their knees for her even if for a second. Every moment she was reminding herself first time she met Arthur's stormy gaze, her knees were a little bit shaky.

Days passed and girl still couldn't figure out how to ask Arthur if they can share a tent. It should be obvious but on first night after their reconcile he mumbled ''goodnight'' and disappeared behind tent's flaps. Iris couldn't tell if she should follow, so stayed away and now it was another stupid problem she made up to have thing to worry about. In her head it looked like small gesture showing he's not ready for her to come and turn his life upside down again. She sighed and started getting herself ready to go to bed, undressing and stretching her muscles, listening with satisfaction as her whole skeleton cracked. She still was hurt after train robbery, that one was tough and running away from bounty hunters one day was even tougher. Air was warm tonight, a bit stuffy also dark clouds presaged storm. Iris decided she's gonna sleep naked and clothes she owned were throwed inside big, wooden trunk.

- Hey, Iris, can you come over for sec- - Arthur froze in place seeing her naked with eyes wide and mouth open in "o" shape.

- Go away! - she squeked, throwing pillow in his face.

- Jesus, I'm sorry! - Arthur looked away quickly, but his cheeky smile showed otherwise.

- You should knock, Mister! - girl said, covering herself quickly, not noticing small peeks Arthur was throwing at her ass and hips when she was turned around.

- Sorry, I wasn't expectin' you like that...- he said with goofy smile.

- Like what? It's too warm tonight to sleep wearing anything and suddenly I think I'm gonna melt away - Iris waved her hands with motion towards complexion, causing a little bit of cold air caress her glimmering face.

- Yeah, you- I mean, it's hot, y'er right - Arthur's hands became fidgety, he was picking on his nails nervously, blushing like a boy.

- And you should knock 'cause there are plenty things I can do naked - Iris mocked him, causing motion of his hands to speed up.

- Girls do that too?! Are you thinking of me when you-

- You pig! - she thew another pillow at him.

- I'm sorry, I wasn't expectin' you- I wasn't expecting that - his eyes eagerly run from up to down - Iwantedtoinviteyoutocomeoverplease.

- Huh? Are you drunk, Arthur?

- A bit, yes - it clearly wasn't a bit, Iris could tell, chatty tongue, jazzy hands, next thing is gonna be yelling how much he wants to cuddle her - I wanted to show you my new bed, it's bigger.

- Well, good for you, you always whined your back hurts - Iris shrugged.

- It's bigger so you could sleep with me - suddenly he got bolder, approaching her and slithering his hands onto her waist.

- Oh, I thought I wasn't invited - Iris pretended to look away and being irritated.

- You're right, I should do it properly. My lady, would you follow me to my bed and spend the night in my arms? - Arthur offered her a hand like he was asking Iris for a dance.

- Now that's something I like to hear, I would be honored, Mr Morgan - Iris said, picking up pillow from the floor and bringing it along with herself to Arthur's tent. New bed was really big and he was so creative to place few candles around, making mood more intimate and romantic. Iris whistled, showing she's impressed and rested on his bed, trying it out, rolling around for a minute.

- Ah, sorry, I should ask you. I'm little bit sticky - she said, her face glimmering from sweat.

- No no, go on - Arthur said, plastering his eyes to her body. He rocked a little bit in place as erection was growing hard in man's pants. Arthur's trying to look anywhere around, but it was impossible. Small feet, then slim calves, tights that had just enough cushion do lie down on them comfortable and then those round hips with neat buttocks.

- How much did you have today, Mister? - Iris raised her brow.

- A few beers, they lured me into that, I swear - Arthur said trying out his convincing tone and waving hands to show he's innocent.

- Surely - she purred, lowering her voice in sexy maneuver - I heard your voice, how it was again, hmm, ring dang doo?

- Maybe - he said, blushing briefly. Oh, Iris could do anything to him now and he would wag his tail like a puppy.

- You wanna come here or what?

- Y-you know, I'm good here for now - he rocked on the chair again. Iris noticed small tent rised in his pants and smirked.

- That's a shame - she sighed with fake disappointment - But I'm perfectly comfortable here so - she said stretching a little bit, her nipples showing of through chemise - Goodnight, Mister. Arthur gulped. She's gonna be the death of him.

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thechekhov · 5 years

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I know of you mostly thanks to your wd!Steven comic, but I was wondering if you could help me with something involving writing? See, I haven't written anything on my own in a long while, since a close friend and I tend to write stories together, and I kind of can't we anything on my own anymore? It feels kind of like writers block but with 5 times the guilt. Would you know any way to counteract it, or maybe even things you do when you have writers block?

Hey, sorry for taking so long to answer!

I think much like art, there is no one best way to get rid of writer’s block. It just depends on what you need at the time. So I feel like you have to first analyze WHY you can’t seem to write anymore and kind of try to get yourself out of that funk with solutions that make sense.

For example -

Are you not writing because you have nothing to build off of?

If you’re writing collaboratively, you might have gotten used to the balance of your ideas having an echo from another person. That’s not a BAD thing, per se, but you have to now learn to run on your own instead of participating in a 3 legged race.

Solution: Try doing prompts, or writing short stories with a specifically planned plot. You can even give yourself challenges like ‘rewrite the first chapter of Harry Potter in your own words’ or give yourself other very specific guidelines that will give you training wheels for writing on your own. Eventually you’ll learn to support your own writing.

Other tips: I don’t know about other authors, but I often end up skipping over parts when writing initial ideas down. I’ll write what I know, and when I get to the part where my brain goes “uhhhhhh” I just stop, leave that scene, press enter a few times and pick up where I DO know what happens. I can always go back and fill the spaces later or(!) I can snip the scenes and leave them as is, because sometimes, the parts you are inspired to write are the only important ones and don’t need other stuff!

Are you not writing because you lack motivation for world-building?

Sometimes when we write collaboratively, we end up borrowing a lot of background details from our writing partner who has more know-how about worldbuilding. If that partner is no longer there, you might feel lost and frustrated with how to fill up that space.

Solution: Read! Read read read. I know this is obvious, but I think people sometimes underestimate reading. And I don’t mean fanfiction (although obviously that’s also awesome, don’t STOP reading fanfiction) but I mean - read about new worlds! Read books that do their own worldbuilding - fantasy, sci-fi, etc. Get as many varied worlds into your head as you can and try to think about what makes them work. Try your hand at describing potential worlds you think up of. But in the beginning - just READ. You need a good base of knowledge to work with before you can hope to produce your own stuff.

Other tips: I said sci-fi and fantasy because that’s the obvious choice, but actually, reading about real-world stuff is also EXTREMELY important. Some of the best literature I read (and best fanfics) is the stuff where the author is knowledgeable in a field (history, wine, religion, etc) and is able to paint a full picture of the setting because they have a full artillery of details at their disposal. PLUS reading about new stuff in the real world (which, honestly, specific fields ARE mini-worlds with their own culture and history) will likely inspire you to write about something within that ecosystem.

Are you not writing because you don’t have good time-management skills?

When I was in high school, I wrote with friends - and one friend in particular (you know who you are, honey) absolutely used every method short of physical violence in order to get me to write on a daily basis. I hold no grudges because I developed a good habit of it (where has that gone now... oi.) but that’s actually the key, I believe - HABIT.

Solution: Building habits takes time and bribery. In fact, habit-building is 90% bribing yourself to do something. This is something I heard from gym-goers who would form gym-going habits by first frequenting a gym only to do fun things - sauna, shower, and just sit around and do minimal work.

Why? Because it builds the habit and association of positive things with that habit.

So what you need to do is this - block off writing time. Get yourself some tea. For 15 or 30 minutes every day, open a blank word doc and sit down with your tea and just... stare at that word doc and listen to soft jazz and drink your tea. Don’t pressure yourself about writing, don’t feel bad, just let that habit of drinking tea and staring at a blank page form a positive association.

Eventually, you’ll start writing. But you need to give yourself time to have that habit. And it has to happen naturally.

Other tips: Obviously, you need ideas as well. Write down any ideas you have! Write them on your phone, on post-its, in the margins of your reports. Whatever! Sometimes, ideas transform. Something that was once “THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER” turns into “holy shit this is shit” overnight, but then becomes “Hey, I can actually work with this.” by next weekend. This is change is natural and normal, but you need to keep the idea around for long enough for it to complete that metamorphosis.

Hope that makes sense! Sorry it got so long.

Good luck!

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horansqueen · 4 years

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AM Conversations : chapter 32

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- if you want to be notified when this is updated, please message me or leave a comment!

- you can send me questions and theories and comments. tbh they all make me SO SO SO SOOOO HAPPY! and make me want to write more! you can also tell me if there are things you WANT to happen. you never know, i may add it :P

- note for this chapter: i got a few requests like a trip to ireland to meet their parents and casual dates... and they were ideas I had already planned so yay haha we think alike! more of that date in next chapter. and theyll be going to his parents’ for christmas so ill write that too (all planned already lol) PLEASE tell me if its getting boring okay? thank you!

Chapter 32 : His chapter

NIALL

When my phone rang again, I was laying on top of Liv, kissing her slowly and deeply. I could feel myself still hard from going down on her and the way her hands moved on my body only amplified my libido. Her fingers ran down to the small of my back before reaching my butt over my boxers and without thinking, I bucked my hips against hers.

"Maybe you should answer the phone." she let out in a whisper, her lips brushing against mine.

"If it's her again i'm gonna be pissed." I admitted low, making Liv chuckle,.

If I only listened to myself, i'd keep kissing her all day but I just groaned and kept my eyes closed, trying to decide if I should just let it ring or get up and answer. It took me too long and it stopped ringing, probably letting the call reach my voicemail, and I smiled against her lips.

"Oops?"

She chuckled but I quickly pressed my lips back against hers, deepening the kiss immediately and closing my eyes again, focusing on her hands and the way her lips fitted perfectly with mine. I knew out bodies would too. It was so obvious to me now.

My phone rang again and this time, my girlfriend laughed while we were kissing. I pulled away and let my eyes roam on her face before sighing low.

"I don't care, i'm not answering."

Once again, I dipped my head down to kiss her, rubbing myself very slightly between her legs trying to get a release I was not sure I wanted to reach now. It took only a few seconds after my phone stopped ringing for it to start again and this time, I groaned in Liv's mouth before pulling away a bit, opening my eyes to meet hers. There was only one person who would insist and I knew that they'd keep calling until I'd pick up. Liv raised her eyebrows and her lips curled.

"Your mommy."

I raised my nose up, knowing she was most likely right and reluctantly, I peeled my body off of hers, getting off the bed to search through my pants. When I turned around, I notice Olivia smirking at me and raising her eyebrows up.

"That was a very nice view, can you bend down again?"

I chuckled and shook my head, raising my eyebrows at her.

"And you call me a pervert." I pointed out, making her chuckle before finally answering my phone. "Hey ma."

I stayed motionless, facing Liv as I chatted with my mother and noticed the way she was looking at me. I didn't know why but I liked it and when I finally hung up, I moved my hands up with a smile.

"What?" I just asked, making her chuckle low as she glanced down at my boxers.

"It's just... I really made a mess out of your boxers." she chuckled before pressing her lips hard together.

I frowned but looked down, noticing the wet spot on my boxers and suddenly realizing I had been standing between her legs only a few minutes ago after going down on her. I looked up with a smirk, raising my eyebrows and laughing a little.

"It's only the proof of the effect I have on you." I pointed out with a shrug, still smirking. I put my phone on the bedside table and turned back to her. "Now you can't deny it... ever."

I crawled on top of her and she started laughing.

"Why would I ever deny it?" she asked in a low tone as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I smiled even more and kissed her, staying over the covers while she was laying under them. I felt attracted to her like a magnet and even if I knew it was a stupid comparison, it was exactly that. I couldn't be away from her for too long and anyway, I didn't want to. It took me so long to realize my feelings for her, I just wanted to make up for lost time.

"What did your mom want?" she finally asked after a while, her lips briefly parting from mine.

I didn't want to tell my mom that I had a new girlfriend over the phone and the fact that she knew Olivia and have for decades made things even more important to announce, or it seemed.

"Remind me to be there for Christmas." I chuckled. "As if i'd forget something like that."

I stopped talking and felt my heart jump in my chest before pulling slightly away to look in her eyes. My gaze dropped to her lips and she immediately licking them. Fuck, I loved that, and it turned me on more than it should.

"Now that I think about it, we could spend so much time together in this room that we'd literally forget Christmas."

Her lips curled into a fond smile as her fingers started playing with my hair. Her touch was extremely soft and gentle and I felt goosebumps appear on my back.

"We definitely could." she admitted in a whisper. "But don't worry, we'll get out of here long enough for you to go to your mother's for a few days."

She chuckled again and it made me smile even more.

"How about you come with me?"

Her lips parted, her eyebrows raised, and the look she sent me amused me more than it should have. I didn't want to be separated from her for the holidays and it would be our first Christmas as a couple.

"My mom is doing a big Christmas dinner and my dad will be there too, and probably my brother." I added with a small shrug. "We could tell them in person, what do you say?"

I could read fear but also excitement in her eyes and I waited, motionless, until her lips curled and she moved up on her elbows to reach my lips with hers.

"Then we can go see your parents for an other few days if you want." I added, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and biting it a bit, making her whimper. "You haven't seen them in a while."

I knew her parents had moved back to France a few years ago and even if she kept in touch with them through skype, I knew she missed them a lot. I remembered catching her crying one time while we were on tour, after she talked with them, and although she had never explicitly told me that it was why she was crying, she had literally spent half an hour sobbing in my arms.

She brought her hands on my cheeks and sent me a fond smile, making my heart twist lightly in my chest.

"Thank you."

She whispered the words but I could feel how grateful she really was and it made me smile. I have always wanted my best friend to be happy but now, it became the most important thing for me. I thought about the comments I had seen under that ridiculous online article and it made my heart twist in my chest. Sometimes, I couldn't believe how mean people were. And wrong, too.

"What do you think your parents will say?" she asked, raising her nose up in a grimace. It was cute and it made my smile grow.

"About us together?" I just asked, raising my eyebrows, a smile still on my lips.

"Yea, do you think they're gonna like me?" she wondered in a very low and juvenile tone.

"Are they gonna.. what?" I chuckled with a frown, amused by her question. "Liv, they already know you, they've known you for two decades, they love you!"

She shrugged a shoulder, looking up at her fingers in my hair.

"That doesn't mean they'll like me as your girlfriend."

I didn't know why she was scared but I didn't want her to be. I sighed low and licked my lips, waiting until her eyes would meet mine.

"Olivia, look at me."

Slowly, her gaze moved to meet mine and she licked her lips nervously. I watched the way the tip of her tongue ran gently between her lips and it made me realize that I love this habit of hers.

"You make me happy, you always have, and my parents know that, and they love you." I pointed out, waiting about a minute until she simply nodded. "Can I book our flight?"

This time, she chuckled and nodded more before I bent down and kisses her lips in a peck. I pushed myself off of her and got off the bed, looking for a paid of pants and a shirt.

"Maybe you should wear clean boxers." she proposed with a short laugh.

I raised my nose up with an amused smile and shrugged.

"Naa, it's okay this way." I let out. "Just a nice reminder of my skills, 'ts all good."

It took only half a second before I felt a pillow hit the side of my face and lost my balance as I was trying to put my pants on.

"What the..."

I didn't trip but it was close and I looked up at her with a big smile. She was smiling too, her eyes smaller and her nose up again.

"You're so pretentious!" she let out, making me laugh as I finally pulled my shirt down on my chest.

"What?" I asked, raising my hands slightly up. "It's the truth!"

"Shut up, Horan!" she groaned, making me laugh even more.

"Okay dress up! I'll make coffee!"

With one last smile, I left the room and walked to the kitchen, making coffee and leaning against the counter, crossing my arms until I felt my phone vibrate in the pockets of my sweatpants. I quickly grabbed it and read the message I got, losing my smile slowly. She entered the room at the same time and I put my phone back in my pockets, looking up at her.

"Can we talk?"

She frowned but nodded, sitting at the table as I poured coffee in two mugs. I placed one on the table for her and sat in front of her with mine, both my hands wrapped around the cup.

"Niall, you're stressing me." she admitted in a low tone. "You're not breaking up with me, are you?"

I frowned in surprise, not really understanding why she would believe that after the way I acted with her only a few minutes ago, and finally shook my head.

"No! Liv, why would I..." I leaned a bit on the table and raised my eyebrows again, looking in her eyes. "It took me decades to admit to myself that I'm in love with you, I wouldn't ruin it now."

Her smile was half embarrassed and half grateful and I smiled back.

"I just..." I sighed and shook my head. "Remember the trip I told you about? In Asia?"

She frowned and shrugged, staring at me.

"Yea of course, it's all you could talk about for a while. Leave for Asia and travel with barely any money?" I nodded and she did the same. "What about it?"

"We're supposed to leave in a few weeks."

She frowned more and chuckled a bit, her lips curling.

"Yea, I remember that, too."

I pressed my lips together and looked down at my cup of coffee. Of course, I didn't want to be away from her but at the same time, I had planned this and was really excited to go. I would invite her but I didn't want to impose someone else in this trip. I had almost forgotten about it but then again, I forgot many things in the past 12 hours. I was also scared of what she would say. I knew how Olivia the best friend would react, but I had no idea what Olivia the girlfriend would do.

"And, you're okay with that?"

This time, she laughed and took a sip of her coffee. I loved the way her eyes moved up when she smiled sincerely. I loved her smile. I loved her eyes. I loved her.

"Of course, it's what, two months?"

"6 weeks." I rectified.

"6 weeks, good." she shrugged. "We'll have many weeks after that, and you'll keep in touch, right?"

"Every single day, I promise."

I slid my arm on the table and turned my palm up, making her smile more. She tilted her head and her fingertips brushed on my palm before I grabbed her hand, rubbing my thumb softly against her skin.

"Then I don't see a problem." she just expressed in a low tone, making me squeeze her fingers again.

We stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company, and I tried to think about all the times I was separated from hers. The world tours were the worst and although I had seen her a few times during them, we were so busy and tired that I felt like I could barely enjoy the fact that she was around. Last tour was better but there was one thing that I knew, and it was that being away from her again and especially now would be fucking hard.

"I'm gonna miss you." I confessed in a very low tone, staring at our hands together.

"Me too, but you'll have fun. It's an amazing experience." she added, squeezing my fingers too. "And we can face time."

I nod slowly and we stay in silence again for a few minutes as thoughts start invading my mind. It was ridiculous to worry about it now and I was not the kind to be anxious, especially not about things like that.

"You know what?" I finally let out a bit louder, making her look up at me with an a funny smile. "How about I take you on a date? A proper one. Dinner, movie, coffee..."

This time, she burst into laughter and moved closer to me, leaning on the table. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and it made me smile, too.

"Dinner, movie, coffee?" she repeated with an other laugh. "We do that all the time!"

"Fine then!" I admitted, knowing I couldn't say the opposite. "Burgers, arcades and pub, how's that?"

She shook her head, her lips still curled up, and leaned back against her chair, staring at me. I wanted to be alone with her and bring her on a proper date, the way I did with the other girls I dated. She deserved it, she deserved even better, but she was right. We couldn't pretend we had just met or that we weren't used to spend time together because we were

"You're such a romantic guy, Niall James Horan!" she joked.

"Okay how about going to a museum first? I could kiss you in front of your fave Dali painting."

Her traits softened and her smile faltered slightly. She moved our hands and brought her other one on the table, around mine. I felt her cold fingers against mine and raised my eyebrows.

"That... actually sounds like a good idea." she let out gently and low as she played with my fingers again.

I slid my other arm on the table to grab her hands in mine tightly.

"It's a date then." I whispered, making her look up in my eyes. "Be ready at four. I have a few things to plan for my trip but i'll pick you up."

"You're gonna drive me home so I can get prepared?" she asked jokingly, making me chuckle and frown.

"Of course, i'm a gentleman!"

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I decided to dress casual for the date but I couldn't help but wonder the whole time I drove to her house if I shouldn't have put on something else. I didn't know why this date felt so important and special but I wanted it to be perfect. I parked in the street and rang her doorbell, opening the door quickly when she answered and running upstairs, skipping a few stairs on my way. When she opened her door, I sent her a smile, and my eyes moved down to look at what she was wearing. A simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, just like me. I brought my eyes up to her face and sent her a bigger smile.

"You opted for the simple outfit, too?"

"Of course," she shrugged with a smirk. "Didn't want you to think you had a chance to bring me in your bed tonight."

I let out a laugh as she stepped out of her apartment and locked the door.

"No hope for you to sleep at my place then, is that it?"

She turned around and seemed slightly surprised when she realized how close we were. I looked down at her, letting my eyes roam on her face. Her lips curled very slowly and she finally licked them.

"No." she insisted, making me laugh again. "And no kiss after the date either."

"Yea?" I asked in a murmur, raising my eyebrows. "What about before the date, then?"

I took a step closer and she took a step back before I trapped her body between mine and the door. She didn't answer but slowly, I dipped my head down until my lips reached hers. Her yes closed suddenly and I kissed her, pressing my body against hers and slipping my tongue in her mouth. She didn't touch me but I brought one of my hands up, running my fingertips on her jaw, and smiled again when she whimpered in my mouth.

"Would you rather go back inside?" I asked in a whisper, smirking more. "We can spend the evening in your bed if you prefer."

I felt my whole body throb at that thought and brought my lips back on hers to kiss her even deeper this time. It was insane the effect she had on my body and I let my fingers run on her neck and down her side.

"Niall..." she let out in a mix of a whimper and a whisper.

"Yes petal?"

She brushed her lips against mine and I could swear I saw her quiver from a shiver crossing her back. Gently, I rubbed my nose against her and her eyes fluttered open.

"Don't even think about it."

I let out an other chuckle and took a small step back, reaching for her hand and intertwining our fingers before pulling her with me. I knew she enjoyed museums and I was also aware I was bringing her to one she had visited many times before. I paid for our tickets and when we walked inside, she handed me one of her earphones, making me frown.

"Do it. Classic music and visual arts just fit so well together, trust me."

I followed her around, just looking at pieces of art that I didn't understand and others that brought different feelings inside me that I couldn't seem to explain. I tried to let my eyes roam on the painting while my ears focused on music from Tchaikovsky or Chopin and when we entered an other room, she stopped in front of a painting and stared. I squeezed her fingers tighter and after a few seconds, she turned to me, making me smile.

"Morning Ossification of the Cypress." I just read out loud after moving my upper body closer to the painting. "What does that painting mean to you?"

She turned to look at it with a smile and finally looked back at me.

"That it doesn't matter how, where, and why you were born... you can still become anything you want to be."

I frowned slightly at her and looked back at the painting for a minute or two.

"You don't have to see what I see, you can interpret it the way you want to."

Once again, I turned back to her and something hit me suddenly. She looked gorgeous, standing there, surrounded by pieces of art... yet she was the most precious of them all, as stupid and cheesy as it seemed. I didn't tell her, I just looked at her and moved my head down again to kiss her. She let me, her lips moving avidly over mine, and I felt her hand grab gently the front of my shirt. Every time we kissed, it brought in me a sensation of comfort and excitement, like it was something new but also something I was used to, at the same time. Nothing had ever felt like that before.

"I don't get why you like him." I pointed out after we pulled away, making her raise her eyebrows. "Salvador Dali."

"I don't like everything he does but some of his paintings are... meaningful. No one had his brain, his imagination was... unique."

I loved the way she was talking about it. She was not trying to convince me or anything, she was just explaining how she felt, and it's always been something I liked about her. It was easy to discuss with her. I stared at her a few more seconds, just taking her beauty in before sighing.

"Hungry?"

"Starving!" she laughed, grabbing my fingers again and pulling me toward the exit. We laughed as we walked to the first fast food place we saw and quickly ate our burgers and fries, sitting on uncomfortable chairs and laughing at a few memories.

"Oh, remember that time you tried to shoot for a goal but you ended up just hitting Aiden in the balls!" I asked, my mouth full.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. I remembered she had a crush on him and had blown all the chances to date him she could have had.

"Remember when I caught you masturbating?" she said with a smirk, using iut as a pay back.

I smirked back and leaned my elbows on the table.

"Remember when I caught you masturbating?"

"Way too well." she mumbled, making laugh more,

I stopped after a while and looking down at my hand, nibbling on my bottom lip.

"You know, it was really hot." I confessed, intertwining my fingers and looking up at her. "You think you could do it again? I'd love to watch."

I saw her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink and it surprised me. She was not the kind to be embarrassed by anything sexual but just asking her if I could watch her masturbate was making her blush.

"I mean, only if you want to, you really don't have to-"

"Yes." she cut me quickly. "I can do that for you."

I raised my eyebrows in shock. It was not the answer I had expected, simply because of the talk about her body we had had before, but the thought of her touching herself right in front of me turned me on more than I thought it would. I wanted to watch her face and hear her moan. The image in my head was so exciting I squirmed on my seat and cleared my throat.

"I mean, if you come home with me tonight..."

"Let's start by this date, yea?" she just suggested quickly, getting up to throw what was left of our food away.

I helped her and we got back outside in the winter cold. It was already dark and it had snowed a lot, enough for the snowball fight I had in mind as soon as we'd get back to my house.

"How about a drink to warm us?" I proposed. "There's a pub not so far. I can teach you how to play pool."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes with a smile.

"I'll beat you."

"We'll see."

#niall horan #niall horan smut #niall horan fluff #niall horan story #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fan fic #niall horan fan fiction #niall horan writing #my fanfics #amc studios #please tell me if its getting boring!!! i need to know!

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dekimdeku · 5 years

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Cold Touches - Chapter One (Todoroki x Reader)

Notes: 1. English is not my mother languare so please be easy on me. 2. I hope you all like the story. This is my first time writing fanfiction but I really love MHA and I have a giant soft spot for Todoroki. 3. Next chapter is going to have a slight Kirishima x reader.

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A loud explosion was the first (Y/N) heard in the sunday morning. The girl grabbed her phone and checked the time. 6:15 PM.

"Not even the great UA School made Katsuki learn how to be quiet."

YN got up and walked in direction of her brothers room stopping in front of the door. “Katsuki stop whatever you're doing, some of us are trying to sleep." Y/N yelled and another explosion was heard.

Giving up, the girl walked back to her room, opened her closet and picked a black shirt that used to belong to Katsuki, a pair of pink shorts, and a pair of underwear. Y/N walked to her bathroom, standing under the shower and letting the hot water run through her body.

Since Y/N was a lot like her father Massaru being in the Bakugou family was not an easy task. She really loved her family but sometimes all she wanted was some peace of mind, even if this was impossible, since all her mother Mitsuki and her brother Katsuki knew was yell at each other. After finishing her morning routine and dressing herself the youngest Bakugou went to the under floor of her home and instantly feeling the smell of coffee. Going to the kitchen Y/N saw Katsuki cooking. "Good morning Nii-chan, cooking breakfast for us?" "Shut up and set the table, shitty girl" Katsuki said rolling his eyes. Y/N picked the plates and organized them in the kitchen table. "What happened earlier? Are you okay?" Y/N asked. "Yeah, just the dumbasses of UA. Kirishima is trying to make me hang out with them." "I think you should give it a try... It's been a week since the spring break started and the only thing you've done is training." "WHAT THE HELL? I AM GOING TO BE THE NUMBER ONE HERO OF COURSE I HAVE TO TRAIN HARD" the spiky blonde screamed. "Okay, Katsuki." The girl let out a heavy sight. "But if you change your mind let me know so I can go with you. I haven't seen the guys in a while."

YN became friends with all the members of the "bakusquad" but mostly with Kirishima and Mina. The Red hero had attended to a few dinners at the Bakugo's home and the Accid girl chatted with YN in one of the study meetings of the group and the girls became friends quickly.

"Tch. Whatever. I don't know why someone would like to hang out with those shitfaces." He responded but Y/N knew it was just a facade. Bakugou liked his friends, he just really wasn't affectionate. Until the last year his sister were the only Katsuki showed some affection but thanks to Kirishima and his first year in UA he had improve his social skills and even got a little more patience. Katsuki served bacon and eggs in your plate and Y/N gave him a little peck in his cheek, and in response he ruffled her hair.

"Katsuki is a great brother."

"Hey Katsuki" YN called getting the boys attention. "Were you nervous waiting for UA results?"

"Of course not. Why this stupid question? Are you nervous about the exam?" He asked with a strange calm in his voice. "I am, a little." You shifted awkwardly in the chair. "Don't be an idiot, of course you will pass. You're the best at creating those support items. You could even passed the hero exam if you wanted to." He told and Y/N let out a chuckle.

A week ago YN applied to join in the first year of the support course of UA. Even having a explosion quirk like her brother she didn't want to be a hero. In fact her truly talent was creating things. But even if YN already had developed a bunch of items on her own, like the grenades of her brothers suit, studying at UA was the best way to achieve her dream. You wanted to help heros.

"KATSUKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? TRYING TO DESTROY MY KITCHEN???" A loud voice made the girl stop spacing out.

"SHUT UP OLD HAG I WAS JUST MAKING BREAKFAST"

"Oh great! Your father and I are starving." She said like she wasn't trying to kill Katsuki two seconds ago.

"Good morning Oka-san and Oto-chan."

...

After finishing breakfast Y/N washed the dishes and went back to her room. She was laying in bed scrolling through social media when she saw her brother in the door frame.

"We're going to Kirishima's house in 30 minutes. Get ready.” Katsuki said and left. YN smiled and started to think about her outfit. The girl choose a sleeveless red dress that stopped just a couple inches above her knees.

…

The drive to Kirishima's was quiet and fast. Since Kiri’s house was on the way to Masaru's design company the he gave his children a ride.

Stepping in the front door of the nice home Katsuki ring the bell and a nice brunette lady opened the door.

“Hello Katsuki." She greeted him and saw a girl with the same ruby orbs and similar face. "You must be Y/N! I am Akaisame. Eijirou's mother. He talks about you a lot. ” The woman said and you smiled softly after greeting her.Katsuki seemed to frown even more than his regular expression. “Come with me. The kids are in the backyard.” Kirishima's mom leaded the way to the other side of the house. Y/N could hear a few unknown voices and giggles. “I guess there’s other Katsuki's classmates here”. But when the two arrived in the backyard they were surprised with A LOT of teenager's in divided in small groups.

“OI SHITHAIR. WHY DIDN'T YOU TOLD ME THAT THE WHOLE CLASS WAS COMING?” Katsuki yelled to Kirishima, who was next to Sero and a guy with eight arms(?) and suddenly Y/N felt everyone staring them.

“Bakubro I'm glad you ca… Y/N YOU’RE HERE!” Eijirou noticed YN presence and run to the girl lifting her in a big bear hug.

" He smells so good. I miss him."

“Guys this is Bakugo's sister Y/N.” Eijirou introduced you.

Being friends with her brother's little group was one thing, but being among all his classmates was a different situation. Y/N felt small and shy but she tried to learn everyone’s names as they talked to her.

After most of presentations were made Y/N searched for a place to sit and have a drink. In that moment the girl saw green locks and immediately walked in the direction of her old friend. “Hi, Izuku. It's been a while.” Y/N didn't knew the reason why her brother and Izuku stopped talking but she always made sure to hang out with Izuku whenever was possible and when his quirk bloomed Y/N felt genuinely proud.

“Hello Y/N. I missed you! How was the application for the support course?”

“Well I’m supposed to receive the letter with the results tomorrow. Honestly I'm a little anxious about it.” Izuku gave you a kind smile and seemed about to say something but a tall boys came close to the table you were. “Oh Y/N this is Todoroki” Izuku pointed to a boy with heterochromatic eyes and white and red hair “And Todoroki this is Y/N Bakugou.”

Y'N’s mind spaced out for a few seconds. "Wow. No one should be allowed to be so handsome. This must be the ‘half n’ half bastard’ that made Katsuki insane in the first year sports festival."

“It's nice to meet you, Todoroki-kun.”

“Hello Y/N. ” He said with his heterochromatic eyes fixed at your ruby ones.

"I think I could get lots in those eyes"

#todoroki shouto #bnha todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto #todoroki/reader #shoto/reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha bakugou #fanfic

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trickster-archangel · 5 years

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Gratitude

Ok I don’t really know where this post will end up to.

But some days ago I read something, and after thinking throughly about it, I assume I have to do something to thank people I don’t even know, but who gave me so many good fellings and emotions.

I’m talking about SPN fanfiction writers.

Yes you.

This dork may also have written you a message, just to let you know how muche I appreciated the time I spent reading your works.

But I think this is just not enough: so, like I read on that post, I’m openly thanking, praising, and making the few people who follow me, know about your work.

Because we live for what you can give us with your skills and feelings and thoughts.

Because you build up whole worlds out of your sheer souls.

And you just deepen SPN Universe.

Thank you.

Side note: I appreciate fluff, and angst, and also *well-written* smut.

But mostly I LOVE a real plot, a mainly canon plot, and IC characters...just to have even more of what I DON’T see on the real show....JFYI. So this is my personal taste list:

1) first one I stumbled upon while searching for good Sabriel ff...dude! I’m in love with the story AND the fanart...maybe not so much IC but who knows...we didn’t really see Sammy and Gabe interact like this. And the smooth touches both over Destiel and Sabriel, the real relationship building up first inside their souls, and then together...So this is first love:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/430303

The Borrowed Finery series by @vanishingactblog

2) a masterpiece from @rosaleenban: https://archiveofourown.org/series/497272

The Risen Angels Verse series....which I call “how it should have gone”. Last one discovered and just read twice. In a day. Both parts. This is amazing. The perfect depiction of the subtle hints of Sam and Gabe twiching of feelings...the fear, the longing, hidden under the “I-don’t-really-care-it’s-nothing-important” mask.

I only hope that if she gets enough visits, comments and kudos, we will see the ending also of the 2nd part.

3) I must admit it....after starting the #BringHimBackAlive project, I think this is my softer spot...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15418143

Prodigal Son by @astralgabriel - which I call “I’m-sure-this-actually-is-what-is-going-on-but-we-will-not-see-it-until-season-15-right??-riiiiiighhhhttttt??!”

Just please, keep going: we deserve it, even if now we have seen what happened to AU!Michael...we just need Gabe back like this. And you promised Sabriel *wink wink*

Seriously....all that angst. And those beautiful strokes on Gabe’s inside..

4) mainly Destiel. But it’s glorious. Just the idea. Just....read it. I cannot comment without spoiling. The B/W graphic...I just picture it as a black and white story.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17126039 by @winchester-reload

Just READ it.

This is for the long FF, just like real arc stories.

Then, those one shots or almost, that just hit me in the guts leaving me WOWED.

- Bear by @archangelgabriellives

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17746601/chapters/41872043G

We need you to keep writing this...you know we need! moreover....I guess you just hit the right spot with that idea....

- also from @archangelgabriellives Nightmares

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15925394

Perfect. We never have enough of Gabe trying to cope with his post Asmodeus trauma, they really didn’t understand, apart from Sammy, how much love and care he really needed behind his bravery facade. Thank you dear.

- time for fun....Shipping it like the Titanic

YOU MUST READ IT. I think this would just fit perfectly into an episode....

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17922530 by @scrollingkingfisher (btw on the blog you’ll find the latest update, not even on ao3...)

I’m still rolling....and their depiction is so accurate....

- found yesterday, and I’m screaming PERFECTION.

I want Gabe to come back like this (I know I won’t, you cowards SPN writers....)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17492606

Hey Sam, It's Me by Shippertrashbag - dunno if there’s a blog on tumblr...

- last but not least: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15064802

Stay the Night? by @warlockwriter.

I’m still reading Out of Hell Leads Up To Light so I can’t still review the long one...but you can definitely start it ;)

Thank you to all of you, emotions crafters <3

#sabriel #gabexsam #gabriel the archangel #sam winchester #fanfic #spn fanfic #thank you #destiel

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epixolon · 5 years

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Hey so I started ORV about 2 weeks ago and I need to place down my feelings and I hope y’all appreciate it. Most of my predictions about immediate events turned out to be wrong, like they were through most of the novel, but some of the longer ranged ones might still be possible, and as you will read i haven’t edited these, so most of my stuff will be wrong, but I don’t much care, it’s stream of thought. Enjoy

Chapter 0-206

* Dokja will bookmark and use either Jonghyuk’s regression, or Nirvana’s reincarnation.

* Dokja will devour a constellation’s story in order to get their stigma, rather than go through the process of bookmarking it, with my personal guess being zeus and the lightning carnival since that’s been mentioned a bunch and he already has electrification.

* when the fourth wall has devoured things so far, dokja gets a better understanding of the being, so maybe if he devours a constellation like, say, zeus, he will gain a better understanding of the constellation to allow for bookmark

* Soon enough he’ll use unidentified wall to communicate with his allies, probably the underworld, maybe Uriel, definitely Jonghyuk and co. outside Seoul in an attempt to consolidate his power before the coming storm of the nebulae opposing him.

* Yoosung will find a way to be a sacrificial bastard like Dokja so she can upgrade her stigma from him by following his story.

* The fourth wall makes a lot of sense both as a representation of Dokja’s inner thoughts and subconscious, mostly seen as the ways that he’s been traumatized, such as with his mother, are when he becomes most like the fourth wall and the benefits are lost.

* The being inside the wall that his mother saw is unclear to me, i could maybe see the subconscious pride and confidence that he has with himself and the knowledge he possesses, but it could also be the author in some fashion, especially with that bit of advice he got in the outer god’s stomach

* The fourth wall is a great piece of writing for every reason possible, but also makes sense within the universe as to how it can do this stuff: we see everywhere that when a constellation wants to do something direct, it has to use up probability, and anyone that wishes to oppose its actions can use some of that probability as well such as with Kyorgius (I don’t remember how to spell his name, the tiny man), or even the outer god, and probability storms are when nobody will use this probability to oppose them, the universe sets the balance right. And so the fourth wall uses probability

* The fourth wall represents two things: 1. how probable is it that a book character can affect a reader? that’s unlikely right? even more so to be able to know the reader in some intimate fashion? and 2. we see sparks every time someone tries to read his mind/abilities. the fourth wall essentially absorbs that probability and stops the skill, and i think a similar thing happened with the unidentified wall as it seemed to be using a lot of probability to do anything and the fourth wall just took it all in “with a bigger spark”

* the unidentified wall i think will possibly become “identified” as something, either a definite thing straight from ways of survival, or it will be open to possibility like Heewon’s crouching figure, in which case i see like a 30% chance it is influenced by the fourth wall and becomes something similar to it

* I definitely think there’s a possibility the secret plotter is related to the author, and you see it much more when in a reread the constellation seems to occasionally hear his thoughts or potentially understand more about the situation than it should be able to, without being overboard obvious about knowing dokja’s attributes.

* ok and with it laughing when he forces down the fourth wall, like he could tell what happened, and when he was “snapping at the great old ones looking at you,” I’d say he’s pretty damn powerful, maybe even more than narrative grade, and maybe it’ll just be the christian god or the devil or whatever something, but it could also be the author i think

* As we’ve seen most clearly from Dokja’s use of the sword song of the maritime war god, but not Jihye’s ghost fleet, constellations can have multiple stigmas, so i at least am predicting Dokja will give the fourth wall or possibly character list, or maybe even a copy of the ways of survival text (i definitely don’t think she’ll get ORV or bookmark though, those are protagonist powers), as a stigma later on for Yoosung, but i def could be wrong about that.

* I think there’s a possibility Sooyoung will tell everyone that Dokja is a reader before he gets back, but i could see it not happening.

* when 41st Yoosung is born as a dokkaebi, i wonder if using her channel will break the contract he and Bihyoung have. i think he might switch over to the channel for his covert revolution actions at the very least, and just block channel access to the vedas and the other nebulae, and might switch over his scenarioing to the new channel entirely

* actually, when he was in Seoul, he said his contract was cancelled, so maybe he can stream with the both of them now, or even just 41st Yoosung

* i think there’s a possibility that Sooyoung actually did plagiarize the text, but just doesn’t remember, either because she’s becoming more like a character like the two prophets, because when the author deleted the text from the internet her mind got frazzled, or when she made her first clones, the memory of reading it went with it and got destroyed when the clone died

* the author in the first chapter said that their story won a contest, and while in retrospect it seems like a lie, i wonder if there’s the possibility that like with peace land, who’s author sold the setting, if the author wrote the story either without meaning to

* like if Sooyoung actually did just write her own story from a dream, maybe the author did the same and just got more of the dream enough to realize the coming reality of the story, and maybe the dream was them acting like actual prophets to the world before the constellations were going to show up anyway

* the debt/free service time mentioned by the dokkaebi in the beginning is interesting, and i wonder if the end of the scenarios is having enough coins to buy either the planetary system or even just more time of free service away from the constellations.

* Dokja might eventually get more attributes, maybe something like writer or fanfiction writer or revisionist to get new powers given the ways he’s changing the story, either something like avatar (or maybe he’ll just use bookmark for that) as a way to either die more or make a nebulae out of one constellation, or some bullshit reality bending power like writing is, or just like a more reliable use of the other constellations’ Deus Ex Machina to do anything he wants, with enough probability of course

* compounded because in his attributes window we see more skills ■’d out

* given Myungoh’s daughter, will Dokja be adopting a 4th child in the near future?

* maybe asmodeus wants to feed the 73rd demon king to his child

* do you think anyone we’ve met, maybe someone from the constellation banquet, has the ancient dragon’s heart we see Dokja looking at in the Ichthyosaurs’ stomach?

* does/will Dokja look very different from how he did previously because of the golden dragon heart (which based on the heart we’ve seen previously should give him a lot of regen and storage of his magic) and the arm? along with the rest of the broken pieces that became his ruined body that probably only vaguely resemble his face? and the demonic energy he had before and might have again, and maybe ending up as the 73rd demon king

* his face is apparently blurry to people, even with a new story on it, i wonder if he’ll lower the fourth wall to let people see him at some point

* Jihye mentioned that his face is blurry, but Gilyoung has mentioned that he looks fine, so to me that indicates it’s maybe the fourth wall

* do you think there will be any romance by the end? i get the Jonghyuk and Dokja romance implications, but at least as far as the Fate goes, it looked a lot more to me that Dokja’s true love was the love of a good story, and that he died from the story he told with his friends, that proof alone isn’t enough for romance to me, so i could see it ending with none, no romance at all and the story just ends with Dokja and his 7 adopted children.

* why are there 72 demon kings, but they’re in the 73rd demon realm and asmodeus has 32 realms under his control? is there a mistranslation or a misunderstanding going on or what?

* maybe asmodeus absorbs/devours/suborns any demon king that he can and just takes his land, and so he wants the 73rd realm

* could be related to the question of asmodeus’s child above

* i think destroy evil from samyeondang might come up in the demon realm

Chapter 207-214

* I love Uriel now I think, and Biyoo

* i wonder if Dokja can bookmark unidentified wall, or if Hayoung can learn bookmark

* I’m unsure if the revolutionary will end up being a bad person or not, because i think I might have a problem if Dokja just kills the revolutionary, but maybe they’ll sacrifice themselves, or die elsewhere, or maybe they can give it up willingly, idk

* i could see the end of the novel being all the star stream being destroyed, which means no dokkaebis and no stories, so the constellations start to die, and we either get a sad ending of Dokja dying as a constellation, or we get a nice one of him (and maybe some other nice constellations) surviving on Biyoo’s Bootleg, or maybe the same barstardry he pulls, with him doing another “I don’t die when I am killed” and coming back from death again

* I wonder if Hayoung and maybe Dokja will find/convince the 15 year old to allow/make a way for Sooyoung to keep her sanity while following the story, like maybe a new story for the constellation, idk

* ooh shit, Dokja having read the story is spreading, yoo sangah at least suspects, i wonder if everyone will know by the time he gets back

* it’d be a funny scene if Uriel notices Biyoo’s Bootleg and tells Jonghyuk about it to avoid the dokkaebi, and so they miss each other for a bit until Dokja does something stupid/self-sacrificing enough (maybe by a plan from the Duke) that Jonghyuk realizes it’s him and comes and saves him

* i had a dream the dokkaebi had british accents whenever they spoke, and the idea of a foul mouthed floating cat going around saying “oi cunts moider each other or ah’ll shank ya nan” is just hilarious to me

Chapter 215-224

* <3 <3 Fuck Kim Dokja <3 <3

* I figured the hair was going to be involved, but not explicitly that

* If Dokja can find a way to with relative consistency summon the soldier, that’s great

* ok asmodeus is the king of the 32nd. ok, not 32 of them

* Dokja normally says no to potentially unfair support like this from constellation level beings, but i’d actually like to see him deal with asmodeus and just manage to manipulate it so that he is the king of all demons or something

* If Dokja gets support from Asmodeus, than the demon will probably leave his incarnation body there and use it as a puppet to pop in when needed even as he attends to matters in his own kingdom most of the time. This’d open the possibility of Dokja getting to adopt another child, which is always good to see

* I’m also real curious how the possibility of the people who were once characters finding out they were, and what differences there will be to the “real” people, although the fact that the two prophets are characters now is intriguing

* So far it’s just Sangah who knows, but I wonder if Heewon and the others will even be allowed to understand the concept, given the ways the filtering has prevented it in the past

#long post #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv spoilers

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starkerforlife6969 · 5 years

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Replying to anonymous messages! As usual, no prompts will be filled here! Just me replying to some love whilst not spamming anyone MWAH x

1) Omg so I have an idea for the mafia!Tony au with bodyguards!Steve and Bucky etc and I was thinking what if Tony totally makes out that hes the Big Boss™ in front of everyone but Peter, Steve and Bucky know better coz in the bedroom Tony totally loves it when Steve and Bucky top him and for his birthday he got dicked down by Steve and Bucky while little Peter rode his dick to oblivion

that is a gorgeous idea you gem, but unfortunately i don’t write bottom Tony :(( I’m so sorry! My writing skills are just not versatile enough! While I’d love to read it, I couldn’t write it well enough :(( Please love me anyway!

2) OMG THAT LOUNGE SINGER PETER FIC IS SOOOO GOOD ITS EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED PLEASE TELL ME WE’LL SEE MORE OF IT.... ALSO SUPERSIZE ME IS AMAZING AND NO PRESSURE OBVIOUSLY BUT ARE U CONTINUING IT? LUV U

I AM GOING TO CONTINUE IT YOU UTTER UTTER GEM!!!! Aahhhhh!!! Supersize me will get continued...eventually. I wish I could say when but I’m so swamped at uni at the moment and any spare moment I have I spend usually writing for tumblr! :( I WILL get back to it though, that’s a promise I’m making you and myself!

3) Can I ask who the piano player is? Love your blog btw

Hahahah, that’s a great question and I have zero answer for it. Maybe Bucky?? He strikes me as a really good piano player. Surly disposition, heart full of gold and music.

4) Holy shit I would die for a sequel to the mob and singer post one day that was amaxing

THERE WILL BE ONE, GORGEOUS!

5) P-Please sir, may we have some more?? Like CHRIST that one shot was hot 😩 mob boss Tony is so peng

Hahaha, there will be more, with actual smut this time ;)

6) Wow, the way you write dark, possessive, mob/mafia boss Tony is soo unbelievably hot and amazing! You're definitely one, if not THE best fanfic writer out there! ❤ although I have to say that you're a little tease to end your latest fic before they had sex, I would just love to read that! 😍😁

hahaha I am a tease, and like I said to 5) there will be a sequel WITH actual smut hahahaha! Love you gorgeous! and oh my goodness I'm all red with your compliments, my head will explode. Flattery will get you everywhere! x

7) Hi I hope you're doing well, just wondering, would you ever consider writing a part 2 to your Alpha steve x Omega peter college AU? It was seriously so amazing xx

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LIKING THAT AU! It’s one of my favourites and I definitely, definitely plan on getting back to it. Rn I'm obsessed with starker, but spider shield will come back to me soon and as soon as it does- Im there!

8) @betty-bloom “How are Omegas raised in The Green? Also, who are the other omegas with their Alphas? And thank you for adding me in the tag! I appreciate it a lot! It’s wonderful!”

Oh my goodness, you are too sweet. Haha and what fabulous questions! I’ll definitely have to do either a back in time one, or where they go and visit some of peter’s friends because right now, I just have a vague lil idea. Like a sweet little home for these omegas, very posh and proper teaching them how to behave and how to bake/garden with lots of rec time. Very soft and sunshine based, I think.

9) what are the "bookmarks" in ao3 for? ://

Good question! I’ll explain the best way I know. So, you can bookmark a story to save it- when I finish an amazing story I bookmark it and add a little note like “holy shit this is so good read it again” so on days when I wanna read, instead of searching for a new story, I can go through my bookmark list. You can also bookmark a story when you’re only part of the way through and add a note like “chapter 4″ so you can remember where you were and easily find the story again. People can also search through other people’s bookmarks. For example, If i read an author’s story and it’s so good and they don’t have any more (sad face) I go onto their bookmarks because most of the time, people like stuff similar to what they read- so if this author has bookmarked stories, chances are I’ll like them too! Not always, mind you, but a lot of the time this is a great way for finding new stories! You can also add your own tags, for example if you didn’t think the author tagged it the way you would have. And in case I did a horrible job (I think i did hahaha) here’s the link to ao3 explaining. Hope this helps!!!

10) love your mafia au! would you ever consider doing an installment where peter gets seriously hurt and the boys freak out?

WOULD I?!?!?! GIRL IT’S ALREADY IN THE WORKS YOU GEM.

11) Hey bb!!! I was wondering if ur still planning on updating the super size me story and also what does the title mean?

*sobs* I will update it I promise!!! I just have no idea when! As for the title um that’s a great question, I guess I thought i was being hilarious but I’m really not. It’s what I say whenever i get a cheat day and order fast food or want an extra large cup of coffee, I always say “super size me plz”, but i thought it could work like- supers...superpowers...big dicks...size kink...am i weird? I think so. HOPE THIS HELPED I LOVE YOU.

12) Please more mafia!!! Its so great and it honestly got me back into fanfiction lol. Your an Amazing writer like ahhhhh

Wooo! Had to sit down after this one, *hot flush* alert thank you so much you gorgeous beast! I will write more, don’t worry! I don’t think I can ever give that au up hahaha x

13) Can you do more fairy Peter? Because I honestly live for it❤

CAN ?!?!? YES YES I WILL! thank you so much for liking it, honestly it’s gearing up to me my favourite au and i wanna do loooaaddsss. I just need ideas!!!

14) fairy peter part 2 pretty please? I love your writing and you inspire me so much, thank you 💙

Hello blue heart, you are a gem and I love you and I promise more fairy peter is coming! xxx

15) Hi! Do you take prompts? Because I have lots of ideas and I love how you write ❤

YES I DO TAKE PROMPTS AND I WANT THEM ALL GIVE THEM TO ME! Sometimes it’ll take me literally forever to write them, other times they could come the next day, it’s just what takes my fancy, you know? BUT I’D BE SO HAPPY IF YOU GAVE ME SOME!

16) @idksrerek Just wanted to let you know I adore your writing!! Hope you have a fantastic day :)

oh my goodness this is too sweet i cannot deal with it. thank you so much i HOPE YOU HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY TOO

17) your blog is literally perfect ❤️❤️❤️

fdbhfkbfeqjkqeq I DO NOT DESERVE YOU OH MY GOSH AHHHHH IM SCREAMING thank you so much this made my day.

18) I check ur blog like every day and I screamed when part 5 of the mafia au came up LOL thank u

you are the sweetest thing in the whole entire world! i can’t wait to make like 100 parts for that au.

19) Part 2 of Alpha Steve and Omega Peter college au? I need it

it’s coming i promise!!!!

20) Omg I’m kinda like DYING for a sequel to the Harley!Peter prison Drabble if you ever get around to it!

THERE WILL BE I LOVE THIS AU AND IM SO GLAD YOU DO TOO!

#asks #anon #am i funny #or am i just rlly weird #love u guys

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forte7 · 5 years

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Forte’s Fan Character Flashback Friday - #11

Name: Kaede Hatake Series: Naruto Background: So, this is probably the last Flashback Friday; turns out I'm kinda out of fan characters to really bring back - at least those that I really remember or have images of. But I will be ending this series off with a bang, I guess, cause today we're going to talk about one of my favorite fan characters who has way more development than a fan character really needs, but hey, I enjoy it and it's fun.

Anyway, I've posted stuff for this character before, but have a lot more I can share and have been kind of holding back for this post.

This is Kaede, my long-lived Naruto fan character. As cliche as it is, she supposed to Kakashi's adopted daughter, who of course, also happened to repress her memories of her actual family and birthplace and thanks to the Third Hokage's permission and whatnot, was able to just more or less seamlessly mesh into living in the Hidden Leaf village.

She was created right after I really got into the series, which was back around 2007, which correlates with one of the earlier images I have of her on my dA. You can see that one here, actually: https://www.deviantart.com/forte-girl7/art/Hatake-Kaede-69525304

Fun side note for that, I had done that image all on the free program GIMP and with a mouse and I'm still amazed at my younger self for having the patience to do all the things I used to do with just a mouse. I've been spoiled by my tablet, haha.

Anyway, one reason why I've been so attached to this character is because, like Rey a while ago, I used to RP with this character on a Naruto RP forum. However, this forum was much more active and the person who RPed as Kakashi was super into the idea and we really ran with the different scenarios we could put the two in. I'm actually still friends with that person and we talk about it from time to time and after the forum itself had gone under, still wrote fanfiction things together, just for funsies.

There's another reason why I got attached to the character and it's kind of a weird, personal, psychological reason, but could really be applied to a lot of my fan characters. As you may have noticed over the course of this series, a lot of my fan characters are either a character's daughter or younger sister. I never did the love interest thing; it wasn't and still isn't a thing that I was into. Not sure why, really, but not my thing.

The gravitation to having characters with older brothers or I suppose "idealized" father figures, however, I can totally explain. The brother thing is simple: I've always wanted an older brother, but as the eldest of the family, that was never going to be a thing. So, I guess I tried to find some kind of surrogate relationship with my fan characters. The same can be said with the father thing, too, but I do still have my dad around and while he isn't the worst dad, I guess he could have always been better. I don't want to paint my dad in a bad light, but he's always been a bit overbearing and had a lot of expectations for me that he pushed so much, I'm sure it didn't help with how my mental state's progressed through the years. Really, it's still a thing I deal with to this day and the more I think about it, the more I understand my younger self's need for "better" father figures to attach myself to.

Kaede was definitely one of those characters, and with someone like my old RP friend fanning the flames, it was hard not to get attached to a source of escapism that I really craved and needed at the time. That and having a set up like that and also have a friend who funnily enough cosplayed as Kakashi at one point saying "she should be canon", well, that's how you make a 14/15 year old's day, haha.

Anyway, I do have a lot of older art for this character (plus a lot of newer stuff), that I'll put next. I'll try and put them in chronological order, starting with some of the older stuff I have.

Old Drawing 1

Old Drawing 2

Old Drawing 3

Old Drawing 4

Old Drawing 5

Old Drawing 6

She's had a few different outfits over the years, though I do have a lot more stuff of her in more random outfits not really connected to her "actual" design. You can tell I was going through that "young weeaboo" phase looking at them, cause there are some of her as kitsune, some of her and Kakashi transformed into dogs, lots of them with bad fashion sense, and even here, she used to have a giant, paper fan as a weapon, cause "they have those in anime". And yes, I know, Temari has a giant fan, but her's is actually like.. a bamboo folding one, while the one here is obviously just a silly paper one that again, you would see in anime as a gag item.

Also, a few notes about some of her outfit inspirations: her earliest outfit looked way too much like Sasuke's, which I wanted to stray away from, but was hard considering I insisted on keeping her color palette the blue/tan mix.

One reason for wanting to stray from that is because of Kaede's odd stance when it comes to Sasuke. Personally, he's not my favorite, but Kaede herself is at odds with him, because of Kakashi's focus on training Sasuke in the earlier part of the series, mainly because of their mutual connection that is the Sharingan. Kaede has a slight inferiority complex when it comes to this relationship and is a major source for her lack of self confidence in her abilities.

Also, one of the later designs is an obvious rip-off of Kakashi's outfit from the Gaiden storyline (the bit where he actually gets his Sharingan). I liked elements from it, but again, would go on to tweak it so it wasn't just stealing from another character. Of course, if you look at the designs (and naming conventions) for a lot of the characters that are related... well, sometimes it seems like they didn't try much harder, hahaha.

And as another note, the reason why some of these images have the dA watermark on it was because I got these from my storage on there and they had those enabled. For the next few, which aren't in storage, I'll just link to the actual dA posts. These are still fairly old at this point, cause I haven't posted a lot of the newer stuff on there or anywhere yet, cause I've been... just going crazy on making new stuff and not posting it.

https://www.deviantart.com/forte-girl7/art/Daddy-s-Girl-126086387

https://www.deviantart.com/forte-girl7/art/Naruto-Kaede-326539607

Those two are from 2009 and 2012, while the ones earlier were posted in 2007ish. Also, the age progression there is pretty similar to the current one, though in the most recent, her older outfit reflects the changes to the general Konoha shinobi found in Boruto.

Now, this is just all visual development for the character. When I say a lot, I mean, a lot, cause there's also a written development to go with this. Granted, a lot of it is more recent, but that's because of me being weird.

Some of the posts there on dA do have the startings of a character profile, but they always say "I'll post most later" or "I'm still working on her profile" or whatever and that never came to light. That's mainly because, as I've mentioned before, I'm oddly pick about how plausible my characters may be in the canon universe. Kaede is no exception and may be the one that really sparked how particular I am about it.

I've been meaning for the longest of times to actually write a fanfiction that more or less adds Kaede to the story, though through research/rethinking, I would now add events not directly connected to the manga/anime, which would be needed either way, cause it's not like I was gonna shove her in the background of every actual scene from Naruto's story. However, because Naruto was still ongoing when I got into the series, I decided to bide my time and wait until it ended and how things unfolded.

While now that it's ended, that means I can comb through everything and actually make sure everything's covered, but it was quite an thing to tough through, considering some of the things that happened in the later chapters of the manga. I don't want to spoil anything for anyone really, but the series is pretty old now at this point and into their next series anyway, and some of the stuff that they pull off and hope you accept in the end game of Naruto is a bit much and trust me, you do not want to get me started on THAT topic, hahaha.

Anyway, now I'll be sharing some of the stuff I've been working on the last bit of time to actually maybe see that long-form fanfiction come to fruition. Please note that a lot of them are still a work in progress, but they have come a long ways since those earlier profile/backstory promises. It turns out that sitting down and combing through stuff, even after the fact, is a lot of work and very time consuming, because again, there's a lot of baloney that Naruto really hopes you'd be fine with, when sometimes they themselves don't stay the most consistent, especially when it comes to their actual time line.

I'm trying really hard not to go on a rant here... so let's move on the links and I'll explain them one by one if needed.

Profile Here's Kaede's current overall profile. It includes the general things on a profile sheet, like name, appearance, personality, backstory, and the likes. This also covers the same parameters for Kaede through the year, because I want to be thorough cause I'm weird like that. I also have little skill charts that use the same ranking system found in the Naruto Character Guidebooks, because I guess I like to waste time, hahaha. The backstory part of this is also kind of serving as a rough draft/abridged version for certain story events I'd like to write out, so sorry if they read... weird.

Relationships This document goes into more detail of Kaede's relationships to other characters. Kakashi's isn't full filled out yet, though it should probably be one of the longest ones, but I've been focusing on other characters, mainly her extended family, that I've been adding to bolster her backstory. There are line breaks between certain groups of characters, and the order after Kakashi should be Kaede's actual parents, her extended family (mainly a lot of her mother's relatives), Kaede's teammate and sensei, Naruto and the others of Team 7/Kakashi, and then other characters from the show.

Supporting Profiles Now, because I'm making up a whole gang of extra characters for my silly little OC, that means they also need profiles for a bit more fleshing out of their own, so that's this document, cause I just don't know how to stop myself sometimes. These again follow an order in their appearance, going from her biological parents to extended family, then teammates, followed up by teammates/colleagues of her biological father.

Technique/Skill List Pretty self explanatory. There are technically two versions of this list, where the other is really just a list. This one is the spreadsheet that covers other parameters of the various techniques/skills/jutsu/whatever and where I keep other notes.

Timeline This one is pretty much the biggest pain the neck for me, because again, it's taking time to cross reference the canon timelines that sometimes muddle themselves up anyway and can be annoying, yet amusing to read. This timeline focuses mainly on characters directly involved with Kaede, such as her extended family/what have you, so it's not the same in-depth one that I've been using on the Naruto wiki. Again, I'm trying to put her into the story, but that doesn't mean she's present and/or relevant to everything, cause she wouldn't be, hahaha, though there are some events present that are only there as kind of reminders for what's taking place in the main storyline.

As seen in the supporting profiles doc, all the characters I've come up with have designs, too, or are in the process of getting them and I've posted sketches and finished versions of them on my Patreon, cause those are also still a work in progress. I want to say I'll post them when they're done, but with me, who knows when that'll be, so I'll just some of them here now:

Supporting Character Drawings

Anyway, I think I'm gonna wrap this one up, cause I've blabbed for long enough. I know not a lot was actually covered Kaede-wise here, but that's because a lot of it would just be repeats of the stuff covered in the way-too-many-documents-for-a-fan-character up there.

Also, like I said, this is probably the last Fan Character Flashback Friday, so I want to thank you all for taking this journey with me to the past to revisit some rather fond memories and fun designs.

#forte's art #forte's fan character flashback friday #fan character flashback friday #fan character #oc #original character #naruto #naruto oc #kaede #kaede hatake #kakashi hatake #fanart

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Uuf, it might be too late, but since it's still Sunday for me, I'll take a shot. Ehhh, I'm feeling a bit profound T^T 1) Was fic writing always in your life plan? When did you start taking it seriously, and what kept you going? 2) When you started out, did you receive a lot of feedback? I mean,, I love the few readers I have, but sometimes I miss a week, and *poof* no more comments on new chapters. :( Aaand 3) if you could dye your hair any color, what would it be? :0 ~1AM

Hey there! :D

Yeah, I will definitely answer this question, no matter the time of the day ;D

1) Oh, writing fic wasn't in my life plans at all until I found out about fanfiction, to be honest. And even then, I wasn't actually planning on writing any.

Okay, maybe rewind the clock for a bit. When I first got into anime/Naruto, I was about 14 - 15. That was in High School. It took me a few more years to find out about fanfiction. Then it took me a few months to actually start writing fanfiction, which I intended to keep to myself. Like lots of authors, I feared that my writing wasn't good enough, plus my english was a lot shittier than it is now. But then, in my last year of University, I got hit with a wave of inspiration and decided that it would be sad that nobody would ever read that fic, and decided to post it on AO3.

I honestly don't know if I'm taking writing fanfiction "serious" per se... I'm still doing it for my own entertainment, mostly. The schedule, the requests and such, all of that is more my own need to organize one part of my life ^^''

And what kept me going were definitely the nice comments I received. It's still my fuel and inspiration, no matter which fic I write at the moment. It helps so much sometimes, to read and reread all the compliments and people wanting to know what will happen. That is what keeps me going, the interaction with the readers.

2) Going back, I received only a few comments at the start. Which, in retroperspect, isn't surprising, as I was a first-time author with shitty english skills. Then, I guess, I got lucky, and wrote some fics which exploded on AO3. The timeline is: How to Make Love (first fanfic ever posted on AO3), Find the Right One (posting started then, it's still ongoing), and then Through the Eyes of an Animal was posted and took off. From there on out, I guess I really got lucky, that relatively lots of my works got so much attention, which boosted the comment amount ofc.

I want to point again out that I got really, really lucky to have written fics which apparently hit a nerve for some people. Also, it has been some time since I started (8 years?? wtf, where did the time go??), which also has a big impact on interaction. Plus, regular postings help a lot during the first years.

3) Color of Hair Dye... Mhm.

I had a phase in which I constantly tried out other colors. Nothing really wild, even though I wanted to dye my hair electric blue for some time, but I always shied away from doing so. I have dark brown hair, so I would have needed to bleach it first, and I didn't want to damage it too much. So, I went with some red-brown, black for some time, a darker chocolate brown etc.

For some years now, I haven't dyed it anymore. I like the hair color that I have, even though some pesky grey hairs already have snuck in T^T9 let's see if I'm still happy when I am fully grey by the time I hit 30 lel

Thank you so much for your questions! They were really interesting to answer ^^

#1am #q&a sunday

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proserpine-in-phases · 6 years

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@nachttour tagged me in a writing question thing!

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

uh yeah there’s like, several. some of them are better developed than other but a lot of the reason I’ve been holding off on writing them just comes down to feeling inadequate due to my own limited experience with relationships and feelings of complete inadequacy. it’s hard to write an epic romancu when I’m aromantic as fuck and have a hard time conceptualizing what those feelings might be like to experience, for example, or like, I want the story to be funny but I feel like I’m not actually a very funny person?

also I always feel like I need to do more research. I get stuck on the research phase about 85% of the time haha

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

man I am embarrassed by MYSELF existing, so idk probably all of it when you get right down to it

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

it seems to vary a bit. sometimes I just power through start to finish, but sometimes I need to write the ending first to remind myself of what I’m shooting for. sometimes I just gotta write some random scenes in the middle before I forget what they are and have to figure out where they’ll go later.

considering the longest thing I’ve managed to finish comes in at about 12 k I don’t know if I have enough data to really come up with a firm answer for this one though. from what I can tell, it really does seem like I start at the beginning and go for a bit, write the end, and try to connect the two with occasional random middle bits getting written out of order and a general feeling of “I’ll fix it in post” carrying me through

4) favorite character you’ve written

probably Samantha Traynor. she’s such a fucking nerd and I love her. it was surprisingly easy to write for her once I got started. at least I THINK I did a good job writing her, I have no actual idea haha

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

I’ve written TWO mass effect fics featuring Samara as a main character and I have no idea how this happened or why because she’s about in the middle when it comes to my most to least favorite mass effect characters list

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

there’s a couple of fics I wrote for fic exchanges that I kinda wish I could take back and turn into something else because I love the concept but feel guilty about idk, using as a springboard because the original is a gift, or something. it feels ehhhhhhhhh disingenuous to continue them when the gift is supposed to be a singular and self contained unit

for example, oh man I would love to take that vrisrezi space pirates au someplace, but I don’t know if I should because the fic itself is a gift, complete, and so forth.

plus I hate the way I run out of steam about 4 chapters into everything. I would like to not run out of motivation please

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

considering my output is so low I barely consider myself a writer at all tbh.

but yes, embarrassed. I hope to god the three people I know irl who follow me just like. never see those posts haha

8) favorite genre to write

space adventure! and lately? mysteries even though I have no FUCKING idea why or even how to write them, which is why I have at least three projects stalled out on me haha

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

I read a lot, mostly. sometimes I stare at a wall. or play minesweeper.

also when I’m doing something fairly mindless sometimes my mind wanders and I hit something.

oh and music. music is great

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

I usually need music, mood music preferable, instrumental so the lyrics don’t distract me. generally I prefer to not be around people when I write, though a public setting is also fun to write in. I’m too distractable to actually get any done though, so I usually end up just looking like a tool with their notebook out if I try to write in a coffee shop or whatever tho, haha

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

I think writing fanfic has really helped me figure out what it means to write in character. also I think I’m starting to get better at balancing dialogue versus narration? at least a little bit

12) your weaknesses as an author

the inability to actually finish shit.

unwillingness to approach emotions that make me feel uncomfortable.

the fact that I often approach writing a character with the thought of what I would do in a situation rather than what the character would do (which is why writing fanfiction is helping me with that haha)

coming up with plots that lend themselves well to longer stuff

13) your strengths as an author

pretty good at dialogue

when it comes to my own shit, pretty good at coming up with interesting fantasy worlds (I think they’re interesting at least)

I’ve got a pretty firm grasp overall just the nuts and bolts of writing: I mean I tutored English in college for fuck’s sake I know how to write a grammatically correct run on sentence when I want to

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

not really

15) why did you start writing?

I wanted to know what happened next

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

not really? I mean, there are specific character TYPES that’ll get me every time, though, like the happy go lucky person who has to learn what pain is but still come out the other side a LOT worse for wear but not completely broken (think Tasslehoff Burrfoot, or perhaps less obscure Vash the Stampede) but I wouldn’t say they haunt me, per say

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

don’t be afraid to be self indulgent. you’ll enjoy it more and who the fuck cares, anyway? people who’ll make fun of you for doing what you love are ass holes

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

If I’m honest I can’t really say what influences my writing style, if I even have one. Mostly all I can do is list off my favorite authors because I’m pretty sure they all have something to do with it.

so let’s just do that I guess. when I was a teenager I tended to find a single author and just read through all their works before moving on, and these are the big ones that stand out:

Connie Willis, Anne McCaffrey, Steven Brust and Ursula K. Le Guin. Connie Willis for the humor she includes in almost all her writing, Anne McCaffrey because I STILL spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about Pern. She had a real skill for coming up with both great characters and great settings, even if what she did with them, and also her inability to keep continuity were less good. Steven Brust introduced me to the idea of relating to morally reprehensible characters at an alarmingly young age. Ursula K. Le Guin, I just love her. No idea if it’s actually done anything GOOD to my writing but she gives me something to aspire to.

I read just. a ridiculous amount of fantasy and science fiction as a kid, the genres as a whole without a doubt influence the type of shit I end up writing. also in seventh grade I mainlined dragonlance, just the whole damn thing

later in college I got really into Margaret Atwood. her focus on female characters and narrative just is really great.

then I went through a depressive phase in my late 20s and just exclusively read Julia Quinn, Joanna Lindsey, Sabrina Jeffreys and Eloisa James, and that was IT. so I’m pretty sure my foray into the romance genre is what makes me honestly prefer povs limited to two or three characters hey, reading romance novels also lead me to the realization that I’m aromantic so \o/ I guess

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

I outline and then give up lol

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

little spurts until something grabs me and makes me marathon. usually that’s a deadline, but sometimes it’s also inspiration

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

mostly just holy shit I can’t believe I wrote this! sometimes that’s bad, sometimes it’s good. I can’t really tell if I’m good at divorcing myself from my writing enough to give me perspective on it, to tell the truth, because for a good lot of it, I still think it’s pretty good so ???

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

it’s hard for me to let a character be embarrassed by the dumb shit they do. I don’t want them to do dumb shit because of it, which makes it hard for the character to have shit to grow and learn from.

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

I’m pretty sure my own issues with having and experiencing some emotions makes its way into the stuff I choose to write about, especially when it comes to the original stuff (I have. at LEAST three different plot outlines that involve characters literally losing the ability to experience emotions and having to find a way to heal or gain it back haha)

also the fic I wrote about the box ghost is literally just about what it’s like to work in a factory haha

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

listen.

yes.

I fucking. LOVE. research.

honestly this is the stage where I most often get lost in the weeds, distracted by my own need to know more

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

“He was not the knight Casey taught him to be, but he was close enough for government work“ remains the single best pun I’ve ever written

tagging: @anthropwashere @inktail @manicpixiesdreamdragon if you guys are up for it!

#meme #writing meme #questions about writing

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applepiefromhell-blog · 7 years

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Regarding Ereri (or any other problematic ship, really)

Now that SNK season 2 has started, I anticipate a rise in shipping activity as well as anti-shipping. This is directed to you shippers and anti-shippers (especially ereri, seeing as its one of the largest ships) because frankly, I am 836% done with seeing negativity and hate in tags.

Firstly, allow me to clarify something. I used to be a crazy ereri shipper. I shipped it more than anything. Now, after I’ve grown up, I realise that its kinda weird to ship it. I mean, imagine your 15 year old self dating a 30 year old person. To me, it feels wrong. HOWEVER, I do enjoy reading ereri fanfictions WHERE EREN IS APPROPRIATELY AGED eg. an AU where Eren is 25 and Levi is 30. Now some of you may be disgusted right now but guess what? If there’s a good fanfiction, I’m gonna read it. For plot purposes. It isnt uncomfortable to me because theyre both adults so… Yeah. Now, lets go.

To ereri shippers

To all the shippers currently trying to prove their point to antis, lemme tell you that its not a really good point to reuse the same idea that “15 is over the age of consent in bla bla”. To antis, that doesnt matter. The fact that a teen would be romantically involved with a grown man is what is disturbing. Even though its not technically pedophilia, its still kind of wrong. You can use the whole “its fiction!!!” idea but guess what? Romanticising the scene where Levi beats the hell out of Eren is still pretty wrong imo. Even if its fiction, there should be a line to how far it goes.

Just to tell you, I think its completely FINE if you have a headcanon that Eren looks up to Levi. I mean, thats quite common, for a subordinate to look up to their senior. If any anti goes on about how “But Levi is abusive!!! That cant be right!!” Remind them that in the later chapters they were able to communicate with mutual respect. (Until chapter 84 of course…)

I know many of you will still ship Ereri regardless, but I just urge you to think about how dangerous this might be to survivors or victims and CROSS-TAGGING TO PISS OFF ANTIS IS A NO-NO. Also, in hope to convince you, just try to remember that Eren is still pretty much a kid. Sure, hes fought and lost a few limbs but he is a young kid. Please try to think about how wrong it is to enjoy the idea of a 30 year old doing stuff to a teen.

Also, stop assuming every antiereri is a homophobe like dude ive seen antiereris who ship eruri so.. that… Doesnt… Seem very… Homophobic..

If you think Ereri is still something that is really important to you, remember, its possible to stop. Of course, this doesnt not apply to survivorss who use this ship to cope.

To Antis

Ok look, I agree with your discomfort towards ereri so dont get started on all that “SYMPATHISING GROSS PEDOPHILIA LOVERS” because trust me, some of you guys have issues too.

Number 1. Is your goal to educate people on WHY ereri is wrong? Or is it to simply piss them off for the sake of it? If its the latter, then congratulations you must be a hateful person. If not, let me remind you. Words like “you shouldnt ship ereri cause its disgusting as hell” or “you guys are horrible and disgusting” or even “if you ship ereri, kill yourself” WILL NOT convince shippers. I thought that was pretty obvious. Of course this doesnt apply to all but PLEASE if you do that, try to use LOGIC instead of the whole “its gross” rebuttal. That response will most likely anger shippers or get them to say the “let shippers ship what they want!!!” Phrase which you hate oh so much.

Next, some of you claim to hate ereri in order to support victims of abuse, or rape. I think you have some sort of morals if you do that, because hey, youre supporting people in need. But guess what? If youre gonna tell shippers to KILL THEMSELVES or send them DEATH THREATS then i dont think that makes you any better than someone who ships ereri. Its disgusting to wish death upon others and youll never know if someone is using ereri to cope.

Finally to end things off, please remember that you could write a flawless thousand word essay why it is so so so wrong to ship ereri, but there WILL still be shippers. So instead of complaining and whining “why are people still shipping such a DISGUSTING thing” why dont you.. you know? CONVINCE them why its wrong? You aint gonna reduce the numbers like that, lemme tell you.

To both groups, i just want to say. Fine, if you want to keep shipping, then whatever. If you want to be against it, be my guest. What is NOT okay is shitting on each other for NO REASON and just being mean and hateful towards each other. If you want to argue your point, do it rationally. No one will get angry if you all treat each other with a bit more respect. Unless youre a 10 year old with no reasoning skill whatsoever. So be nice, spread positivity and compelling discussions rather than screeching and screaming about how threatened you feel by the other party.

#snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #ereri #anti ereri #like damnit people u can be vocal and NOT be an ass about it #and please stop shoving ereri into antis faces thats rudde

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winterune · 7 years

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A 707 Fanfiction #5 - Our Promise

A/N: this is an AU fanfic setting in a distant future and it will have several chapters, unlike my other oneshot 707 fanfics. It’s still in the making and I’m only currently on chapter 2. It’s still a first draft so it may have edits in the future. The title is also still temporary as I can’t decide on what the title should be. Anyway to anyone who spends the time to read this, thank you for reading^^ (I had so much fun writing this)

He had been watching them for years—his friends, his family. Living a life in another world, a dream world, free from war and famine and disasters. And he was there with them, among them, with another name, another life. And no one knew. No one remembered. But him.

***

Chapter 1

el…

Luciel…

Wake up…

Wake up, Luciel…

Wake u—

***

“Yo! Are you not going to listen to me? I told you to wake up!”

A pair of hands pulled the blanket off him and a sudden gush of cool air hit his bare arms.

Luciel jerked awake.

“Wha—?”

“It’s six and you need to go to your shift.” Luciel, still bleary-eyed, could only make out the figure of a man standing before his bunk. Shoulder-length brown hair. A scowl on his face. Vanderwood.

Ah! Shut up! He fell back on his back and covered his face with his pillow. “Just give me five more minutes.”

“Your five minutes can turn into two hours,” Vanderwood countered. “Get up! You have work to do.” But Luciel didn’t get up. Vanderwood was quiet for a while that Luciel thought his partner might have left. But there was no sound of the sliding door and a moment later, he heard Vanderwood sigh. “Did you get inside again?”

Inside. A star-strewn sky. The scent of fresh grass. And a soft voice in his ear.

Wake up, Luciel…

His bunk shook and he jerked up violently, hit his head on the bunk above, and swore viciously, but Vanderwood didn’t flinch.

“Don’t make me wake you up a second time!” Vanderwood said loud and clear.

Luciel was still half-awake as he watched Vanderwood turn and leave and the automatic steel door closed behind him. His receding footsteps were the only thing Luciel heard before his partner turned around a corner and disappeared.

The room was instantly quiet. No hum of a machine. No beeping computer sounds. No sign of a girl with large brown eyes and long brown hair.

He was back in his room; he needed to remind himself that.

But the memory of a dream still clung tightly to his mind and Luciel forced the smile on her face and the sound of her laughter far away to the deepest part of his mind.

Luciel pushed himself off his bed. His room was empty, save for himself. His brother was nowhere to be found. He had probably gone to his shift before him.

So Luciel decided to go to the common bathroom to wash himself.

***

The research facility had several levels. The lowest level was the station maintenance level. Above it were storages and laundries. Their sleeping quarters, cafeteria, all sorts of recreational spaces, and a medical bay were divided into two levels. The second to highest level consisted of computer rooms, programming rooms, meeting rooms, and all sorts of labs. The highest level was where they housed their hibernating test subjects—a vast level divided by hallways.

The cafeteria was a spacious hall filled with rows and rows of long tables. Neither Vanderwood nor his brother were there so Luciel went to the cafeteria lady by himself and got himself a portion of today’s dinner: another mesh of gooey paste that had the distinct flavor of roasted chicken.

He took a seat near a TV showing news of the state of the Earth: another earthquake had just struck the East. The casualty counted to hundreds and the government was still trying to organize refugee camps and search for missing people. And then footages of the affected areas; interviews with the government, the Red Cross, and a couple of the victims.

Luciel glanced at the TV screen and tried not to let the image of the wrecked city hurt him. They needed to hurry, he thought, if they wanted to save those people before Earth swallowed them whole.

He finished his gooey dinner, handed his tray to another cafeteria lady to wash, and headed upstairs.

He took the side lift as it was closer to his office in one of the programming rooms. The door slid open; people got out; some people were still inside; and Luciel casually made his way to the ceiling-to-floor curving window and watched the endless black space speckled with silver and gold dots before the lift stopped on his floor and he and several other people got out.

***

“You’re late,” was the first thing Vanderwood said when Luciel entered the programming room.

“Can’t work with an empty stomach now, can I?” Luciel said with a grin. “Or do you want to see my desk being covered by Honey Buddha Chips and Dr. Pepper cans again?”

Vanderwood scowled. He had always hated seeing their work spaces in a mess. Back when they were still working on Earth, Luciel had experience countless times Vanderwood’s nagging at him to clean up his desk. Though in the end, Vanderwood had always been the one to clean it. And Luciel never stopped him.

“Just get to work,” Vanderwood muttered.

Luciel laughed.

Actually, Honey Buddha Chips and Dr. Pepper cans shouldn’t be able to cover his desk since they shouldn’t even be available inside the facility—food regulation and all that. But Luciel knew that Vanderwood knew he had managed to smuggle boxes of them into his room. And Luciel also knew Vanderwood never reported him.

Their programming room only consisted of three people—himself, Vanderwood, and his brother. Luciel could feel Vanderwood’s eyes follow him all the way to his desk and they only left him after he took his seat, beheld all the post-its and notes stuck to his desk and computer, and opened up the program. His brother, Saeran, or Unknown as he’d given them his name, sat on the other side of the room, already busy.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Luciel asked his brother as a way of greeting.

“I did,” his younger twin replied, eyes still glued to his monitor. “You didn’t wake up.”

“Then you should have tried harder.”

“Why should I when I knew Vanderwood could wake you up easily?”

“Hey! It wasn’t easy,” Vanderwood exclaimed from his seat.

“He woke up, didn’t he?”

“Yeah well after I got a concussion from bumping my head on your bunk,” Luciel said.

“You could use a concussion once in a while, though.”

“Then you’ll have to answer to V if he asks why the program isn’t finished,” he teased.

“If,” Saeran repeated. “You admit I have as much skill as you and have a chance to finish the program without you.”

Luciel couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“Well—”

“Brothers!” Vanderwood yelled. “Please shut up and get to work.”

***

Luciel was one of the main programmers of a virtual world program. It had been in the making for years, long before Luciel joined the scientists’ rank over seven years ago when he was only 15. It started after the first several natural disasters occurred. Back then, a natural disaster would occur every few years—earthquakes, tsunamis, volcano eruptions. There were heat waves and cold waves and more and more ice in the north and south pole melt and the sea level rose and then the soil began to fail and animals were found dead. A lot of people died. Resources were quickly spent and then famine spread everywhere. Nations went to war in order to save their people. Everything was chaos.

Then hope appeared in the form of astronauts being sent to space to find a new habitable planet. Rumor had it that the secret mission had been going on for years, even before the disasters occurred. The news of the mission was finally disclosed when war had escalated at the other side of the Earth, to give people hope that they were working on something, that hope was not all lost. Along with it was the news that they would be making a space station large enough to house at least half of the Earth’s then-population.

But no news came from the astronauts that were sent to space. And after long last, the team that were tasked to build the space station formed another team led by a man called V to create something that would be their last salvation.

A virtual world. A place with no war, no conflict, no disasters, forever plentiful resource. They would be hibernated. And they would live for countless years. And they would not know.

***

A man in the scientists’ white uniform entered the room. The grey strap around his left arm indicated that he was among those who monitored their fellow scientists who live inside the virtual world to oversee the program. They called them the Overseers.

With him were several bundles of probably more notes—the Overseers were tasked to note everything that went on inside the virtual world. Notes of improvement, notes that needed improving, notes that had too many improvements. Their goal was to create the perfect world that people who would one day live in them would want for nothing.

Luciel sighed as he beheld the size of those bundles. The man distributed the bundles to Luciel, his brother, and Vanderwood.

Luciel frowned at the bundles before him.

“Do these never stop?” he asked, flipping over the pages of the bundles.

“They won’t until we complete it,” Vanderwood said.

Luciel sighed dramatically and pushed the bundle away from his desk. “I’m tired!” he complained.

“It’s only been three hours,” Vanderwood said again.

“It has been three hours.”

He glanced at his brother. “Here,” he said, pushing his bundle over to Saeran’s desk.

“Move that one more inch and I’m going to kill you,” Saeran said, taking his eyes off his own bundle to glare at him.

“Oh, come on! Help your brother for once!”

“I have my own work to finish, thank you very much.”

Luciel sighed and lay his head on his desk. He could still work. His mind still had lots of power to keep him up for another twelve hours. He just didn’t feel like working right now.

“Did you hear about the earthquake?” Vanderwood asked suddenly.

“Yeah,” Luciel replied. “I saw the news.”

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Vanderwood said. “I didn’t see the whole news but think about it. How long has it been since the last disaster occurred?”

“Less than a month,” Saeran said.

“Yes, and I think it will only keep getting worse.” Vanderwood paused. “Remember how we only had disasters every couple of years? Now disasters are occurring every other month.” He shook his head. “The plants are dying. Animals are going extinct. It will be our turn next. They planet is finished.”

“And that’s why we’re building this goddamn program, isn’t it?” Luciel said. “To save everyone? So they won’t forget Earth even when the planet is dead.”

“Right,” Vanderwood said. “So get to work!”

***

It was hours later, and according to the clock, it was already past midnight. Not that midnight had any significance when you were on space. Vanderwood was sleeping on his chair and Saeran had gone to grab a midnight snack. Luciel had finished more than half of what he needed to do that day and his mind had stopped working again. He knew why. His mind kept wandering to that place. So before anyone saw him, he snuck away.

There was a deserted lab he often frequented. Among the labs the Overseers used to go inside the virtual world was one they rarely used—for some reason Luciel never knew. A perfect copy of any other lab in that facility; only, the door didn’t have any sign. It consisted of two rooms: one was the monitoring room, with the computers and screens to monitor an Overseer’s health and take a look inside the virtual world surrounding the Overseer; the other was the hibernating room, with a chair connected to a machine.

But it was a different kind of hibernation from what the test subjects underwent—this was a temporary hibernation that only lasted for a week, and Luciel only needed to go for a few hours at most.

He was one of the head programmers. He knew what he had to do. He had done this before, countless times.

He locked the door, though he doubted anyone would enter the room. He turned on the monitor and checked that it was still working. He set the timer for a couple of hours on the screen. He wouldn’t need the hibernation shot. He would only be gone for just an hour and he’d be back.

He switched on the lamp; the second chamber shone bright white. He turned on the machine and there was that familiar hum filling his ears. Then he sat on the chair and he took the time to attach all sorts of cables on his body and his head—to monitor his heart rate, his respiratory rate, his blood pressure, his heart and brain activities, and all sorts of other medical necessities. He attached more cables that would let him enter the virtual world.

As he put the black helmet on his head, Luciel remembered why scientists had no longer used that lab anymore—it was one of the earliest ways to enter the virtual world, and it was quite painful. He had hacked into that computer’s system to let him control the virtual world from inside the chamber by adding a plug and a switch. And he lay his head back and tried to relax.

Luciel clutched the switch on his hand and pressed the red button.

His body jolted as electricity from the machine flowed into his body and he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes. And then darkness fell.

***

Rrriiiinngg!!!

Luciel jerked awake.

He didn’t know where he was at first. A huge room, with multiple doors. On one side was a desk and computer with additional screens attached to it. Clothes and chips and cans strewn everywhere. He was on a black sofa, wearing a black jacket with gold stripes and a red shirt.

Rrriiiiinngg!!!

A phone kept ringing.

Beside the sofa was a low-lying table; various magazines were scattered over it. A red cell phone was vibrating and ringing.

Feeling very tired, Luciel reached out to his phone and looked at who was calling.

‘Hyunsoo’ appeared on the screen with a picture of a girl with long hair and brown eyes and a lovely smile that made his heart skip a beat.

A smile crept onto Luciel—no, Seven’s face.

He was back.

to be continued

Chapter 2

#mystic messenger #707 #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #mysme fanfic #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger seven #fanfiction #my story #writing #creative writing #otome #mysme our promise #my fanfiction

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