#or the Animal Fic by Robyn

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right so because actual writing doesn’t seem to be happening any time soon does anyone want the outline of a fantasy age of sail Dreamling fic, psyche I’m going to tell you all anyway

The general worldbuilding premise is that the Dreaming (a very fine clipper that can outpace the hordes of hell itself, so they say) is on the tail of a star that is, according to Lucienne's star charts (yes I know that's not how they work but she also has ones for navigation) due to fall. Lucienne is the Quartermaster (using pirate rankings, rather than merchant or naval), making her the second in command, skilled in navigation, and generally a voice of reason to the Captain

Dream and Lucienne know very well that fallen stars fetch a huge amount of money and are pretty magical in their own right, so all of the ships capable of traversing the Sea of Stars will be after it (to get to the Sea of Stars, you need to sail to the edge of the world and catch a storm, which lifts the boat and flips it upside down so its sailing on the sky which is ACTUALLY A SEA BECAUSE I SAID SO, like the boat feelings like it's sailing normally and if you could reach down far enough overboard you'd feel water, but that water is actually the sky and contains stars and if you looked up you'd see the normal ocean above you I don't even know if that makes sense but whatever)

So anyway the ships Threshold and Sunless Lands and Furies and a bunch of others are also going to be after the star

Now the biggest issue is I don’t know if I’d prefer Hob be the figurehead that comes to life and Morpheus the magical captain, or do I have Dream be the captain and figurehead (literally a part of the Dreaming and it’s magic??) with Hob the newest human member of the crew, so HERE’S THE PLOTS FOR THEM BOTH

With Hob as the newest member of the Dreaming and Dream as figurehead, then Hob claims he joined the crew for the sake of his wife and son (Dream is super bummed about this because it means that once Hob is rich he'll leave the Dreaming and also Dream can't smooch him) but during a moment of heightened tension (a battle? A vortex whirlpool?) Dream is trying to protect Hob because hes in love that's what figureheads do, and he's like 'you need to get back to Eleanor and Robyn!' BUT turns out they've been dead the whole time and everyone on the mainland thinks Hob did it, he didn't join the Dreaming to get rich he did it to escape the gallows, and to use the star to buy/wish/whatever himself a new life but he's already found a new life here on the ship!

So they eventually catch up to the star at the same time as the Furies and it's a big ol' battle and the Dreaming is almost destroyed, Dream is basically the only thing holding it together long enough for the Threshold to arrive and start scooping up the crew from the water, but oh no!

Hob has been fatally wounded, so using his Ruby and the last of his magic that had been keeping the ship together (maybe the ruby was left over from a previous fallen star?) He heals Hob, but in doing so is himself turned back into wood and Hob is too weak while healing to grab him and he sinks into the Sea of Stars and it's all terribly tragic except MVP Matthew (a former stowaway, now invaluable crew member who spends most of his time in the raven’s crow’s nest/rigging) totally managed to nab the star in all the chaos and confusion, so the Furies left thinking the star had already fallen (/sunk too deep to retrieve) and Hob uses the star to remake the Dreaming and bring Dream back (and possibly the help of Desire and Death) with the crew's blessing because like fuck would they just sell it after all that

OR

Hob used to be the figurehead of a ship captained by Eleanor and her son Robyn, and he wasn't really conscious or animate yet (that didn't happen until Dream came along) but he still loved them and felt like he'd failed when he could protect them, so when Dream built his ship out of the discarded dreams pieces of other ships that had been wrecked/broken down for parts, he chose Hob as his figurehead and breathed life into him, and oh boy what a life, Hob is going to make the most of it because that's the sort of person he is, and he'd never just give that up!

So, similar to before, off they merrily go to get the star, and Hob is so much more full of life than Dream has ever been and he's teaching Dream to feel joy! There are late night rendezvous! Dream watches Hob experience the wind and rain and sun on his skin for the first time! He's radiant with joy, Matthew is making gagging motions behind their backs!

  But, of course, things go wrong as before, and Dream is catastrophically injured and the Dreaming is falling apart as Dream is dying because he put so much of himself into it, and Hob returns the ruby Dream gave him (he has to literally kiss Dream and slip it over his head because Dream is so insistent that Hob not save him) and Hob goes still with his hand still curved in the shape of Dream's cheek although he was careful to let quickly let go so that there was no chance of him dragging Dream down with him. And I forgot to mention before but for bullshit magic reasons I would think of later, the ruby fizzles out at this point, can't be used again 

And in this one maybe Desire has the star and Dream knows they'll never give it to him except they DO because this is the first time they've seen their brother actually really WANT something for himself and not just for the Dreaming so they give it to him and Dream is going to be in their debt forever but he doesn't CARE. When they get back to the mainland he sets about rebuilding the Dreaming, and it's the first time he's made something from scratch in a REALLY LONG TIME probably for trauma reasons idk, and Hob is the last thing he carves, when everything else is perfect, and finally, FINALLY he uses the whole entire star to bring Hob back, so he's a real boy alive properly and off they all sail happily ever after

#dreamling #fic ideas #not exactly a writing tag #also it didn't fit in there anywhere but it's important to me that the Corinthian is the ship's surgeon #Gault is first mate Gilbert is boatswain Merv is the carpenter and Nuala is the sailmaker

[ml-nolan]

[PODFIC] I'll Be a Better Man Than My Father Ever Was - Chapter 4

@chaosclimber commissioned me for the @dreamlingforukraine fundraiser to read Chapter 4 of their fic I'll Be a Better Man Than My Father Ever Was. If you want a very sweet fic featuring Dream and Hob as single dads to neurodivergent kids—get your juice.

(136 words) by The_KickIt_Domain Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics), The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling, Orpheus (The Sandman), Calliope (The Sandman), Jessamy the Raven, Robyn Gadling Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Single Dads AU, no powers, All Human, references to violence, Grief, Divorce, The Love Is Requited and They're Not Even Idiots, they're just dads, so they gotta take it slow, Autistic Dream, ADHD Hob, title from Inkpot Gods, Autistic Orpheus, Ableism Summary:

He spent the entire trip going over what little he’d been told, again and again. There had been an incident. Orpheus had been bullied. And another lad had (rightfully, the vicious, protective animal of his brain cried out!) punched the bully in question. He’d dealt with much the same mockery as a child–of course he had!

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When two boys become fast friends, their fathers are tossed together by circumstances.

They stay together by choice.

#dreamling #dreamling for ukraine #i'll be a better man than my father ever was #single dads AU #human au #the sandman

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @ollieofthebeholder

How many works do you have on Ao3? 65

What’s your total Ao3 word count? 905,117. That's...more than I thought

What fandoms do you write for? Currently TMA, previously RT/AH, the X-Men alternate timeline movies, Good Omens and a few other fandoms

What are your top five fics by kudos? Awake and Unafraid, Cold as Cryospace, Beauty of a Secret, Put Your Mouth Where Your Money Is, and Borderline

Do you respond to comments? Very rarely, because I am still kinda shy and not at all good at responding to positive feedback or kind words (besides just keysmashing)

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? You know, as much as I love some good angst, I don't really do angsty endings. I think the closest is A Snowy Night just because it was prequel to canon so it couldn't end without separation

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? They've all mostly got happy endings. Best I'd say is Awake and Unafraid

Do you get hate on fics? If I ever did I don't remember it. If I did I deleted the comment because I'm not dealing with that shit

.Do you write smut? If so, what kind? The very slow kind, because it takes me forever to write smut. Like I'm fighting for every damn word.

.Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Outing myself as 2013 tumblr cringe, but I wrote a Loki/Sherlock crossover series long before Bendy Cumby was cast as Doctor Strange. It was fun

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Don't think so

Have you ever had a fic translated? No one's ever asked me, so idk

Have you ever co-written a fic before? In high school I did hand-written RP with a few friends, but that's it.

What’s your all time favorite ship? Hard to say all time favorite because I love them all equally. Right now its GerryMichael but JonMartin are still very dear to me

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Besides my active WIPS I need to finish my TMA/Addams Family crossover or my beta will kill me

What are your writing strengths? Once I get a character's cadence in my head I can write their dialogue pretty accurately. Also I've unlocked the great writing secret of "I will write what I want to write" which helps sometimes when I get stuck or can't commit to a fic direction. Also when I have shit writing and need to fix it, I don't feel guilty about changing what I wrote to something better.

What are your writing weaknesses? Shit writing. When I put the words on the page and it doesn't read the way I want and is missing my personal touch. Editing that is a bitch.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've made that mistake before when I was younger. Now I'd maybe reach out to a native speaker before trying google translate, because my personal standards are higher and because google is shit these days

First fandom you wrote for? I think it was the Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 anime. Something for an ex friend

Favorite fic you’ve written? Awake and Unafraid my beloved. Because I'm deeply proud of it, both the story itself and all the details I worked into it. Its the longest thing I've written, has the highest hits and kudos, and most importantly, its the fic that I wanted to write and it turned out beautifully.

Tagging @moonisthedoor, @pitviperofdoom @robyn-i-guess and anyone else who wants to participate

[geddyqueer]

@greenlikethesea has tagged me a couple times now to post five songs i listen to! here are some things i have been enjoying this week:

shearwater - animal life - jas and jules sent this to me a week ago and i have had it on repeat ever since. gone completely feral for this song.

vulfpeck - new guru - getting antwaun stanley to join the band is the best decision vulf has ever made and also every jack stratton song is the TITS. when he calls for a key change and then almost immediately walks it back - that's gold, jerry!!!

counting crows - hanginaround - have you ever heard a more steve harrington-coded song in your life?

primus - have a cigar - this is probably the best pink floyd cover ever made. primus takes my favorite musical concept (making the bass a lead instrument) and takes it to the logical extreme - if you're already a primus fan i'm not telling you anything you don't know. anyway this is one of my fave pf songs and this cover is better than the original to me.

robyn - cry when you get older - body talk is a top 5 all time album for me... this was one of the only things i had downloaded when i was stuck in that cabin on the canadian border during the back to back hurricanes a couple summers ago, if any of you remember that. anyway i have this song on almost every fic-writing playlist i make and it's because it is one of the most delightful songs to listen to that captures the essence of something that i try to capture every time i sit down to write.

anyway! music time with yarrow! startling that there's only one "prog" song on this list but even the most obnoxious of progheads branch out sometimes :^)

would you like to do this? consider yourself tagged. maybe @weimarweekly @r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e @fourpatch @benevolentvoid ?

#music tag

[ao3feed-larry]

findin' pieces that can fit

by lsforever

When they’ve about finished eating, just snacking on their breadsticks and sipping the last of their wine, conversations about anything and everything tapering off, Louis sets his glass down and leans forward over the table.

Harry perks up a bit, sitting straighter to be more level with Louis and his serious expression. He feels nerves prickle across his skin before Louis absolutely confuses the hell out of him.

“So when are you gonna introduce me to your family?” he asks, tone and face serious enough that Harry is thrown so far off course.

“What? Wait, what?”

or, an Omega/Omega Established Relationship AU where they’re figuring it out as they go along. There’s a road trip in there, lots of cuddling, some cats and dogs, and, of course, the best first time Harry could ever ask for.

Words: 31287, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Anne Cox, zayn niall and gemma are briefly mentioned

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega/Omega, Omega Harry Styles, Omega Louis Tomlinson, Established Relationship, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, lots of cute dates, Anxiety, harry deals with some light anxiety but it's nothing too heavy, Animals, are we surprised, No Angst, brief mention of a past shitty relationship but it's not talked about extensively, Scenting, Cuddling & Snuggling, Roadtrip, robyn and johanna's passings briefly mentioned, Pet Names, like a lot of them, okay onto the smut tags whew, Dom Louis Tomlinson, Sub Harry Styles, Kissing, Grinding, Rimming, Face-Sitting, 69 (Sex Position), Harry is messy, louis sits on harry's face need i say more, they kinda share that really, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Teasing, mentions of thigh fucking, oh god how did this happen in a not just smut fic lmao, very light

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/RhiWQC5

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #findin' pieces that can fit #<p>by <a rel= href="/

[mrworldwideshoulders]

Absolute Zero || reader x JHS

Pairing: reader x JHS (kinda sorta not really? you’ll see); feat. Yoongi, Jin, JK, and Taehyung (very briefly) Word count: 5.5k Rating: rated M / R Genre: angst, smut (if you squint), breakup au Summary: Everyone thinks he’s crazy for still being hung up on you after this long, but he can’t stop thinking about the one who got away, spending his nights writing letters he’ll never send and words you’ll never read. Inspired by Talking to the Moon - Bruno Mars.  Warnings: very angsty; you might cry a lil bit, strong language probably, implied smut/sexual content, alcohol consumption.  A/N: hellooooo I am very excited to share my first fic with you! I love this one so much, like really, so much. It’s one of my favorites and idk if you can tell but I’m really proud of this one. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing, and let me tell you, I really enjoyed writing it. tell me your thoughts in the notes; I'd love to hear em! please be gentle though T_T shoutout to my bestest pal and actual sister @onmypillow-onmytable for this excellent banner and for beta-reading! Thx! ly - robyn P.S. I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars, lol, they simply inspire me. 

part of the Hooligans collection

inspo playlist here

absolute zero: the lowest temperature that is theoretically possible, at which the motion of particles that constitutes heat would be minimal.

Dear y/n,

I keep asking myself why you left, and nothing I can come up with makes any sense. All I ever did was love you, y/n. What about that was so wrong? I know it wasn’t part of the agreement we had, but I never planned it this way. I couldn’t help my feelings. You have to understand that, y/n. I never wanted to push you away. I wanted to keep you close, and I couldn’t even do that. 

I can’t stop myself from thinking about you every day. Wondering where you are. Where you went. What you’re doing. Your number doesn’t work. Your email’s been deactivated. It’s almost as if you’ve dropped off the face of the planet, y/n. Is that where you are? Outer space? You might as well be, as far as I know. I hope you’re doing all right, wherever you are. I don’t think I could live knowing something terrible happened to you. Maybe not knowing anything is better. Take care of yourself, y/n. Until we meet again. 

Love always,

Hoseok

Hoseok blinks awake, startled out of a fitful sleep by some unconscious sensation of falling in a dream, stopping suddenly before he can hit the ground. They say dreams where you’re falling always stop before you can hit the ground, something about how if you die in a dream you die in real life too. He wishes the dream wouldn’t have stopped, wondering what it feels like to slam into hard ground, to shatter into a million little pieces, not knowing if someone will come along to sweep him up into a dustpan and piece him back together. He’s not familiar with the sensation. He only knows falling, perpetually, waiting in suspended animation, never reaching the ground. He reaches out a hand, only to find the spot next to him desolate and empty, illuminated in cold, bluish moonlight. The memories come rushing back to him all at once: the same vacant space where you used to sleep, of waking up alone, the same harsh moonlight spotlighting his solitude, a pale white envelope on the pillow next to him. His name, written on the outside in your delicate hand.

Hoseok, you wrote,

I know about the ring, and I guess I can’t say I’m surprised. You never even had to say it. It’s written all over your face every time I look at you: you love me. And you want to marry me. The wedding, the kids, the happily ever after, you want it all. You want too much from me, Hoseok, and I can’t give it to you. Our arrangement was simple: no feelings, no strings, no expectations. It was never supposed to go this far. I let my guard down too much, and I've already let you have too much of me. It was cruel of me to do that. I should have turned you down from the moment you asked me to dance because I knew in my heart I was only ever going to break yours: your sweet, gentle, loving heart. That moment, when you smiled at me and told me your name - that was it. I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t hold myself back. 

I know it makes me a coward to do this while you’re asleep, but I can’t bear to see your face when I tell you I’m leaving, Hoseok. Consider this my first and last act of love. Please don’t come looking for me, because you won’t be able to find me. We won't meet again. You’re a good man, and you deserve someone who wants the same things as you, someone who can make you happy. That can never be me, and I’m sorry. I hope you find her one day. She'll be a lucky girl, whoever she is, to have landed a man like you. Treat her well. I know you will. I hope she does the same for you.

Do you know what the saddest part of this is? I think I really could love you someday.

Sweet dreams, Hobi. 

-Y/n

He drags himself to his feet and crosses the room to the dresser, where he pulls out a small black velvet box and flicks it open. The platinum-diamond setting, costing a little more than three months’ worth of his paycheck, glitters in the moonlight with an unearthly sort of beauty. He’d never even gotten the chance to give it to you, only ever showing it to his best friend after he’d bought it. “Do you think she’ll like it?” he’d asked. 

“Well, I mean, I’d say yes if you proposed to me with this,” Yoongi had said. “But…are you sure about this? Didn’t she tell you she didn’t want any hangups?” 

Hoseok closes the box with a snap and drops it back into the drawer. He hasn’t been able to bring himself to get rid of it, thinking somehow he might need it again when you finally return. He heads out onto the balcony, pen and paper in tow. The air is quiet, the world below still tucked under the dark covers of somewhere just after midnight, when the full moon is at its brightest. 

Dear y/n, 

It’s a full moon tonight. I never thought about them before I met you, they were all just something that happened in the background. You always reminded me when they were supposed to happen, and you told me they all meant something different depending on the month. I think it was the cold moon when you left. It’s May now, that’s the flower moon. It doesn't really matter anyway. Every full moon feels cold to me now. It’s stuff like that I can’t forget, you and the names of those moons. Can you see the moon from where you are? Is your moon the same as mine? Nights like these are when I miss you the most, y/n, when the full moon rises and you’re not here in my arms. It’s starting to get warmer now, but everything still feels cold without you. You said you thought you could love me one day, y/n. Why didn’t you stay and find out? I just can’t wrap my head around it. I have all of these questions and I don't know if I'll ever find answers. I wish you had stayed, at least long enough to explain it to me. 

Take care of yourself, y/n. Until we meet again. 

Love always,

Hoseok

He meets up with his best friend for lunch the next day, though he doesn’t do much except pick at his food. Yoongi watches him intently, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Aish, just leave it if you’re not going to eat it,” he says, frowning.

Hoseok sets down his chopsticks and shifts his gaze to stare out the window. Food doesn’t hold much appeal for him anymore, not since you left. Nothing does, really. 

“What do you think about going on a blind date?” says Yoongi. “I was talking to one of the waitresses at that new club I was spinning at last week. She’s pretty, seems nice. Seems like you two have a lot in common. I think you might hit it off. I’ll give her your number if you want, next time I’m over there.” 

The idea of meeting someone new is almost too much to consider. How could he even think about going out with someone else when you might come back any day now? Hoseok shakes his head. “No,” he says. “Thanks, but…I can’t right now.” 

Yoongi sighs and goes silent for a moment. “It’s been six months since she left. You can’t go on like this forever. It’s delusional." 

He shrugs, smiling sadly. “Not yet.” 

His mother is there when he gets home, the only person other than you and his best friend who knows his apartment code. She comes by almost every other weekend to fill up his refrigerator with leftovers and side dishes, fearing he doesn’t know how to eat properly when she’s not there to cook for him. She doesn't like any of it: that he lives alone, that she can't always be there to look after him, that he took a job here after college instead of moving back home. “Hoseok, I was noticing…” she starts, after they’ve greeted each other. “These are the same dishes I brought you last time. You haven’t eaten them yet?” She gestures at the dishes on the top shelf of the fridge. 

“No,” he says. “Just haven’t gotten to them, that’s all.” He doesn’t like to worry her. How could he say that not even her cooking does anything for his lack of appetite? She wouldn’t understand. She never even knew you existed. All she knows is that she has a son who won’t eat her cooking. 

"But you’re so thin. Are you sure you're eating properly?" His mother reaches up to touch his face, pinching his cheek. "You look like you’re wasting away.” 

“Of course I have,” he deflects. “I’m fine.” 

She eyes him skeptically. “Really? You seem so depressed these days. And you won’t tell me what’s going on. I’m worried about you. You’re not overworking yourself, are you? You look exhausted.” His mother pauses, biting her lip. “Why don’t you come home for a bit and let me take care of you? I’m sure your father would like to see you too. It must be tiring, living in the city all by yourself. Some time in the country would be good for you.”

“Everything is fine,” he reassures her, though he’d like nothing more than to spend a week or two at home in Gwangju, where there’s nothing to remind him of you. “There’s a big project at work, and the client’s being difficult, so things are just…kind of rough right now. But I’ll get through it.” It’s surprising how easily the lie makes its way out of his mouth. “I’ll come home soon. I promise.” 

She still looks dubious, but she goes to depart regardless, making Hoseok swear he’ll have empty dishes ready for her to take back the next time she comes. He watches her leave, longing to fall into her arms and explain everything. There was a girl. I loved her. I only wanted to make her happy. But she left me, and I can’t understand why. It hurts. It hurts so much. Nothing feels right without her. Tell me it gets easier, Mom. Tell me one day it won’t hurt as much. Would she understand? No, she wouldn’t. No one could ever understand. 

Dear y/n, 

My mother came by today to bring me food. I’ve told her a thousand times I’m an adult and I can take care of myself, but I don’t think she’ll ever get over wanting to feed me all the time. She’s worried about me. I think she thinks I might be losing it. She wanted me to come home for a while, out in the country. That would be good, wouldn’t it, y/n? I always wanted to bring you there sometime, to show you where I grew up. Gwangju is nice. You would have liked it there. I would have taken you there someday, introduced you to my friends and family back home. I wish you would have let me introduce you to my parents. My sister, too. They would have liked you if they’d ever gotten a chance to meet you. We were always so secretive, y/n. They never even knew we were together. 

Yoongi says I’m just deluding myself, that you’re not coming back. Everyone else says the same thing too: Jin, Taehyung, Jungkook, all of them. But I can’t make myself accept that. What does someone like Jungkook know about love, anyway? He’s practically a baby. He’s probably never even been in love before. Y/n, sometimes I wonder if you can hear me as I’m writing these letters. Are you out there somewhere, listening to me? Are you out there talking to me too? Are we still connected somehow? I’d like to think we are. That’d be nice. Better than the alternative. 

Take care of yourself, y/n. Until we meet again. 

Love always,

Hoseok

Hoseok can't remember how long he's been here, or how long he's been drinking. He's lost count of which drink he's on. He's not even quite sure where he is, though he knows it’s a bar of some type. Sounds and voices swirl around him, fading in and out, muffled, rippling, as if he’s deep underwater. He squints at the barstool next to him, thinking, if he focuses hard enough, that he can see your figure next to him, leaning against the bar, in the dress you were wearing when he first saw you. He remembers that night, far more clearly than he should. Seeing you across the crowded dance floor. Only introducing himself because his friends had dared him to, saying how far out of his league you had to be. Your smile, something sad behind it, even then. Back up against the wall as he fumbled with the door to his apartment, struggling to keep your hands off each other, the two of you stumbling down the hall in the dark leaving a trail of clothes in your wake, shoes kicked off, that dress abandoned somewhere in the living room, his jacket slung haphazardly over a chair, until you finally made it to the bed, fully exposed, your bare skin practically iridescent in the light of the full moon, beckoning him closer. Losing himself in you, in your body. Passionate moans and breathy sighs. Your breath on his ear, whispering his name, your voice sending shivers down his spine. Waking up the next morning with you curled into his arms, head resting against his chest, as if you were always meant to be there. Your hair, your eyes, your smudged makeup from the night before, everything about you - perfect. He's gone back to that night a thousand times, relived those moments over and over in his mind, wishing with everything in him that he could go back in time to keep himself from ever seeing you, from ever daring to speak to you. To satisfy the part of him that wishes he had never met you, and to hell with the part of him that never regretted a single moment.

As soon as he reaches out to touch you, your image evaporates, dissipating like a reflection on smooth water. “Y/n,” he mumbles. “Where did you go?” He rests one cheek against the cool surface of the bar, lulled by the warm feeling of the alcohol and the swishing sound thumping in his ears. I don’t want to be alone, he thinks. Please don’t leave me alone. A warm, comforting black blanket sweeps over him, blocking out the sound and light from around him. 

He becomes aware of reality again when he notices the feeling of someone shaking his arm. “Hey,” sounds a voice in his ear. “Hey you, wake up.” He slowly comes to, sitting up and looking around. The bartender who’s been serving him all night is leaning on the counter, arms crossed. Her face is a mixture of resigned annoyance, as if she’s had to deal with this one too many times. “It’s last call,” she says. “We’re closing. You want to close your tab, or what?” 

“Go ahead,” he says, sitting up and dropping the side of his face into his palm. She walks off and returns moments later, sliding a receipt across the counter to him. 

“Are you going to be all right to get home?” she asks. “Do you want me to get you a cab? Or is there someone I can call for you?” 

Y/n, he thinks. “No,” says Hoseok. “Don't worry about it. I'll be fine.” He stands up and immediately stumbles.

“Okay, you’re not going anywhere,” says another voice, one that sounds familiar. Yoongi pulls Hoseok’s arm over his shoulders and steadies him. “Come on, I’ve got you.” 

“Yoongi?” he slurs. “What are you doing here?” 

“You drunk-dialed me, remember?” says Yoongi dryly. “Well, no, I don't guess you'd remember. That was a while ago. I thought you'd have gotten home by now.” 

He doesn’t say anything, allowing Yoongi to drag him along. 

“You really gotta stop doing this,” Yoongi grumbles. 

“What, drinking alone?” Hoseok chuckles goofily, reaching out his index finger to poke Yoongi in the cheek. 

“No,” Yoongi says, slapping his hand away. “Whatever this is. Beating yourself up over every little thing. Drinking until you pass out. I’m your best friend, Hob-ah. You know I’ll be there whenever I can, but I can’t always be there to drag your sorry ass back home. I have my own life too. The one time I don't pick up my phone you’re going to get so pissed drunk you’ll wander out into the middle of the street and get yourself hit by a bus or something, and you won’t even notice.”

“You worry too much,” mutters Hoseok. “You should get together with my mom.” 

Yoongi sighs and doesn’t say anything else until they’re home, releasing Hoseok to fall onto the couch. “Probably fucked up my shoulder even more just dragging you home,” he complains. “Fuck, I can’t deal with this anymore. I don’t know how you can either. She’s gone. Not coming back. It’s the truth. You need to accept that. The sooner you do the sooner we can all get on with our lives. You'll never be able to move on if you're just sitting here wallowing in the past and what might've been.” 

“I can’t,” he mumbles. “It hurts too much. If she'd given me a chance—”

“What? You could have changed her mind? Gotten her to stay?” Yoongi sits down on the ottoman across from him. “Hobi, I hate to break it to you, but you couldn’t have stopped her from leaving any more than I could have. She knew what she wanted. You knew, too, and you still let yourself fall for her. She was always going to leave because you were always going to let your heart get involved. That’s just the kind of person you are. It wasn't a matter of if, it was just a matter of when. You were never cut out for that kind of relationship, and I don’t know why you insisted on pretending like you were. You wouldn’t have been happy with that kind of arrangement in the long run, and if you think I’m wrong you’re just lying to yourself.”

He lets that sink in. Yoongi is wrong - he’s sure of it. He would have been happy. You could’ve been, too. Things could have changed - he could have made you happy. “Get out,” says Hoseok, rubbing his eyes. “Just…leave me alone. Please.”

Yoongi stands up. “Fine. Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He lets himself out, allowing the door to slam behind him. 

The room suddenly feels unbearably small and stuffy, and deafeningly silent now that he's alone again. He stumbles his way over and out to the balcony, gasping slightly as the cool evening breeze lands on his flushed cheeks. The moon is in a different phase now, waning from the full in preparation for the new. Even so, the stars seem somehow brighter tonight. He stares up, transfixed by the sky, every star where it’s supposed to be. Every star except you, the one that’s supposed to be right next to him. He allows himself to get lost in the starfield, hoping to find some indicator that you're still out there, that you've simply fallen out of orbit and gotten lost somewhere out in space, just like he is now, drifting through, waiting for someone to reach out and grab your hand and pull you back toward them. 

That's the last thing he remembers when he comes to the next morning, early, as the sun is making its way into the sky again, sitting upright in one of the chairs he leaves on the balcony. His neck is stiff, his back is sore, his head is pounding angrily, and his search for you in deep space was once again unsuccessful. He hears the sound of birds, of the early morning buses, feels the sunlight on his face, smells the scent of a spring morning in Seoul. All of it only serves as a reminder that he's here, alone, without you. You're not lost in space. You're not here. You're not anywhere. You're somewhere far away, beyond his reach or anyone else's. You're not his anymore.  

Maybe you never were. 

Dear y/n,

You said you couldn’t be the one to make me happy. If that’s the truth, then why do I feel so empty without you? Why does the world feel so cold when you’re not here? I was happy with you, y/n. You didn’t even have to try to make me happy. As long as you were there, I was happy. That’s why I wanted to marry you. To have you by my side for the rest of my life was all I ever wanted. It would have been enough just to wake up next to you every morning, to hold you close, to look into your eyes and see you when you’re groggy and half-asleep. For you to be the one I came home to every night, to be the only one I’d ever be with. If I could have had that, I would have been happy for the rest of my life.

But maybe you were right. Maybe I was asking too much. Maybe I wanted too much. You weren’t ready. I know that now. But y/n, I would have waited forever if you asked me to. I could have been patient. We would have figured it out together. I know I could have made you happy too, if you’d only given me a chance. Since you cut me loose, I’m just drifting around, lost in space. I’ve tried to forget you. It's been six months. By all logic I should have already forgotten you and moved on by now. But I can’t. I tried to drink you away, but I couldn't. It only made your face clearer in my mind. I still see you everywhere I go. What am I supposed to do now, y/n? When my heart still aches for you, even though you’re the one who broke it? When all the alcohol in the world couldn't even make me forget you? What am I supposed to do now? I don’t just miss you, y/n, I need you. I hate you, but I still need you. What sense does that make? 

I'm sorry. My head is pounding. I'm going to bed now.

Hoseok

He’s preparing for another night in when there’s a sudden pounding at his door. Half expecting you, or god forbid, Yoongi, he opens it, finding Jin and Jungkook outside instead, and he can’t help but feel a tad disappointed, though admittedly his friends are a welcome sight. He can barely remember the last time he even saw Jin or Jungkook or any of them other than Yoongi, to be honest.

“See, I told you he was in there,” says Jin cheerfully, shooting Jungkook a sideways glance. “He barely goes anywhere these days. And he always opens the door when he knows it’s me. Isn’t that right, Hobi?” He pushes his way past him, clapping Hoseok good-naturedly on the shoulder. 

“What do you guys want?” he says, following them into the kitchen. Jungkook is perched on one of the barstools while Jin leans against the counter. 

“Yah! Who says we’re here because we want something?” demands Jin indignantly. “The restaurant gave me the night off for once so we’re going out. We wanted to stop by and say hello, that’s all. Can’t we say hello to our friend that we haven’t seen in a while?” 

“Hi,” says Hoseok. “So where are you headed?” 

“We’re meeting Taehyungie at that club downtown,” replies Jungkook. “That new one Yoongi-hyung keeps talking about. We thought we'd finally go check it out.”

“Oh.” He hasn’t been out to a club since before you left. “Have fun then, I guess.” 

“Well, if you’re not doing anything…” Jin says, looking at Hoseok pointedly.

“Yeah!” Jungkook’s face brightens noticeably. “Come out with us, hyung. Please?” With his big, earnest doe eyes, he looks so innocent that if it weren’t for his muscled arms no one would ever believe he was a professional MMA fighter. “We haven’t gone out together in ages.” 

“Yeah, Hobi, come with us,” pipes Jin. “We never see you. You don’t go out anymore. And you’ve been so down ever since…” He hesitates when he sees Hoseok’s face. “Well, all I’m saying is that you deserve to have some fun. Live a little. You know?” He sidles up next to him, nudging him gently with his elbow. “Come on, let’s do something together. You used to love going out. Things haven’t been the same without you. And you know Kookie will desert me the second he gets a better offer anyway, like he always does. You should come. Keep me and Tae company.” 

“I don’t do that every time!” protests Jungkook.

"Almost every time," retorts Jin. He turns back to him. “Please? We miss you, Hobi. Not just because you don’t go out anymore, but the way you used to be. You’re so mopey these days. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile in months. Yoongi says you’ve been drinking by yourself a lot lately, too. If you’re going to drink tonight, why don’t you do it with us instead of sitting here drinking by yourself? We’re a lot more fun than you are right now. I guarantee it.” 

It’s true, it has been a long time since he’s gone out, or even spent any time with his friends. He used to like going out on the weekends, drinking for fun, not to forget. He's not sure he remembers how to do that anymore. “I don't know," he says, looking down. “I probably won't be much fun. You'd be better off going without me.” 

"All the more reason you should come," Jin says. “You're just out of practice, that's all. You won't be any fun if you don't at least try." He drops a hand on his shoulder. "So what do you say?"

Hoseok ponders this for a moment. Is it too soon? Are his friends right? Does he deserve to have fun? Should he just do as Yoongi says and get on with his life? 

"Yeah," he says finally. "Why not? I'II come.”

The club is louder than he remembers: almost too loud. He finds himself wishing partly that he'd stayed home where it's quiet, the drinks are already paid for, and he can hear himself think. Although, the other part of him thinks that maybe it's a good thing he can't hear himself think, and he wonders why he didn't try this sooner. Maybe he would have forgotten you before now if he had. Taehyung has already paired himself off with a woman who looks like she belongs on a runway, and the ever-charming Jin is surrounded by a clump of girls – and guys – in another corner of the dancefloor. Jungkook has disappeared too, although to where he’s not sure. So much for doing something together. He sighs and keeps his spot by the bar. 

Someone approaches, a girl in a tight black dress and stiletto heels, her face framed in S-curls. “Hi there,” she says “You look lonely.” She smiles invitingly. “I can keep you company, if you like.” She’s pretty, like a member of one of those idol girl groups. She looks nothing like you - her eyes don’t have that same sadness that always seemed to be behind yours, and her smile seems genuine, whereas yours always seemed a little feigned. Her dress is far shorter than you ever would have dared to wear yours, just barely covering the tops of her thighs. 

He hesitates for a moment, before saying, “Sure.”

She takes the seat next to him. “My name’s Jihyo,” she says. “Yours?”

He downs the last of his drink. “Hoseok.” 

Jihyo leans in, and he can’t help but glance down at her chest, her arm pressing her breasts upwards. She’s hitting on him; that’s obvious enough. “You’re cute, oppa. But why do you look so sad?” 

The question catches him off-guard. “What?” 

“Let me guess,” she says. “You just got out of a relationship, didn’t you?” 

Was it ever really a relationship? Or was it just an arrangement? “Something like that,” he says finally. 

“Me too,” she says. “About a week ago.”

“I never would have guessed,” he says, and he wouldn’t have, not with the way she’s acting. 

“I’m a good actress.” Jihyo grins. “Besides, he was all wrong for me. I’m over it - mostly.” She looks him directly in the eye.  “What about you, oppa? Are you over her?” 

She’s bold. He’ll give her that. “No,” he says. “Not in the slightest.” 

“Do you want some help with that?” Jihyo smiles mysteriously. “People say I’m very… therapeutic.”

He knows exactly what she’s asking. “Your place or mine?” he says automatically, before he knows what he’s doing.  

“Yours is fine,” she says. “I have roommates. You live alone, right?” 

He doesn’t even want to know how she figured that out. 

Jihyo is gone by the time he wakes up the next morning, leaving not even a single trace of herself behind, other than a scrap of paper she’s left with an almost indecipherable scribbled phone number. He realizes, as the sunlight is creeping into his room, that this is the first morning he hasn’t automatically thought of you the moment he woke up. The first morning where the light of day isn’t as painful as it was the day before. He has to hold himself back from immediately entering her number into his phone to tell her good morning, to ask her if she got home all right, that he would have given her cab fare if she’d asked. In all likelihood he’ll probably never see Jihyo again. So none of that really matters now, does it? 

Jin: Yah! Where did you run off to last night without telling us? You’re as bad as Jungkookie now! Hoseok: Me? What about you? You deserted me first. Whatever. I had fun at least. Let’s do something again the next time you’re free. Jin: Yeah! Let’s do it!

He tries it again the next night, bringing home another girl, with another short dress and a different name. This one wants to hang around and talk in the morning, instead of vanishing silently while he’s asleep like Jihyo. He wishes she wouldn’t, that she’d quietly get her things and be on her way out. He’s relieved when she’s finally gone. She talks too much, which is good in bed but nowhere else.

It gets easier, eventually. Every morning, he notices, becomes a little less painful. He’s finally figured it out, he thinks. The answer to the question of what to do to forget you. A different woman for every night you’re gone, from here on out, until the day comes where it doesn’t hurt so much to face the truth, that you’re gone and never coming back. Where he doesn’t automatically wonder where you are or what you’re doing, or whether you still think about him. He stops writing you letters eventually too, tucking the sealed envelopes into a shoebox, along with the tiny velvet box he never found it in himself to get rid of, and all the other little things that remind him of you. The shoebox makes its way onto the top shelf of his closet, where it won’t be thought of again for a long time. The next time his mother comes into the city he sends her back home with empty dishes, having finished off every leftover. He finds himself smiling again, now that you’re not constantly on his mind anymore. He feels lighter. Like he could be happy again without you. 

It’s true, dwelling on the past will only hold you back. The only way out is forward. Yoongi was right about that, at least. But in the end, it was you who taught him the most valuable lessons: to keep things short and sweet, to stay detached, to keep your heart closely guarded. He knows this now. Everything that ever reminded him of you is gone, but the scars on his heart will always be there, a silent reminder of a mistake he’ll never make again. Falling for someone, allowing them to hold your heart in their hands, even for only a brief moment - only ever ends in heartbreak. Hearts are fragile, slippery things, and they’ll always end up sliding out of your hands, fracturing into a million little pieces, too small and too delicate to be put back together. 

©2022 by mrworldwideshoulders

#bts #bts fanfiction #jung hoseok #reader x hoseok #bts angst #bts smut #jung hoseok x reader #hoseok angst #hoseok smut #jhope x reader #jhope smut #jhope angst #kpop fanfic #bts au #hoseok fanfic #bts x reader #jhope #mrworldwideshoulders #doo wops and hooligans #talking to the moon #bruno mars

[ryebecca]

REBECCA

Farmer bob I need to know more

ROBYN!!! The Farmer!Bob Agenda (TM) is alive and well!

Every now and then I get struck with an idea for a moodboard and farmer!Bob was one of them! I mean, it's just perfect. Tending to the crops and his animals, all sweet and adorable...I'm liable to swoon on the spot! And then, of course, I got to talking with @rhettabbotts and, well, this happened. There's gotta be a meet-cute at the farmer's market. And Bob being the farmer AND the librarian? I'm yearning so hard that I can barely type right now. 👨‍🌾 ❤️ ✨

I'd really like to expand on this somehow, but I'm not much of a fic writer. Maybe a few drabbles/paragraphs here and there? Would anyone be interested in that?

And here's the moodboard that started it all!

#asked and answered #lovely people #it's the farmer!bob agenda (tm) #bob floyd #text post

[loving-ricciardo]

What are your comfort fics?! 🥺🥺🥺

Lmfao I just realised that both of my comfort fics are written by Kai bdnfjksksk so thank you Kai

Okay, my first fic that I literally always keep open is destined for the ocean 🥰 I honestly don’t know why exactly I find such comfort in it but yeah I am just obsessed with the vibes

The second fic I always come back to is The Kinky Adventures of Max and Dan so obviously that one is NSFW fhfjkdksk I guess that Maxiel being horny for each other takes the stress away lol

And then when I have time for something longer then I always read three rounds and a sound as well

So yeah these are my go to comfort fics atm 🥺

#when I don’t feel like smut I read Happy Birthday Max which is also by Kai pls #or the Animal Fic by Robyn #ask thingie #fic recs

[farsight-the-char]

I just want to hear your opinions on the usual RWBY ships 👀

Lets Do This

CORE 4

WhiteRose: I like it, but I don't need it to happen. Weiss I feel like does not need to "End Up" with anyone tbh, and I lean more into Nuts-and-Dolts currently.

Bees: My Beloved. Favourite RWBY Ship. 2nd Favorite "Beauty and the Beast" after the "Belle" anime. Probably in the top 10 of my favourite ships. "Black the Beast Descends from Shadow, Yellow Beauty Burns Gold". I think about the deeper meanings of this and I go feral. I also feel RT waiting for "The Right Moment" for the kiss is the right move.

Arkos: Tragic Beauty. Also I feel Jaune should end up with someone else by the end of the series, even if it is a "Pair the Spares". It is what Pyrrha would have wanted. (I do feel vol 9 will have RWBYJN encounter her ghost or whatever in the afterlife.)

Renora: This Is Not a "Straight Ship". This is the embodiment of Healthy Queer MF pairings, more so then Arkos. (Also Renora Arc is like, the ideal endgame).

Other Important Ones:

Nuts and Dolts: I unironiclaly think/hope this is Ruby's endgame. T4T excellence.

Happy Huntress Polycule: The Best.

Raven/Tai/Summer: I can't wait for the 3-way Bisexual Romance to HURT ME during the STRQ flashback season.

Ones I Like

Victor Stone (RWBY/JL version) and Weiss: Tbh my favorite ship for these 2?

Lancaster: I like the specific version of Lancaster that lives in my head, and their canon friendship. I wish to burn AO3 to the ground for all the terrible fic of it.

Qrow/Robyn: It Could Work, but I will respect RT for keeping them Platonic.

Winter/May: They are exes, but I ship them once Winter gets some therapy.

Freezerburn: Divorced Excellence. I actually have them as friendly exes in my X-men AU, and will actually have them date/break-up in my "Hero of Remnant" ongoing fic (though they will still be good friends).

Ladybug: I feel more supplementary material (comics, novels, Chibi) should delve into their friendship more. I get time/budget contraints limited mainline, but I feel there is possibility here.

Pyrrha/Ruby: They would have been good for each other.

Ones I don't like:

Anything involving Cinder: I am not a fan. I like Cinder as a villain but no one (and I mean no one) writes/draws any Cinder Ship art I like.

Clover/Qrow: Qrow deserves better then a bad-cop. Qrow will have better.

Rose Garden: Eh, I don't hate it, but if feels off to me.

Ones I have opinion on despite being Neutral towards:

Monochrome: Has potential, but I do not like a lot of the art/fic for it, especially art/fic set during vol 1-3. More recent fanart/fic of it is better though.

(Actually, lotta Weiss Fslash ships have this problem where the writer/artist will self-insert WAY to much into Weiss.)

Blacksun: Fandom kind of soured me on this one.

#rwby #writing mode #this went longer then I thought it would

[tinyinvadr]

Hi!!! Doing a bit of an overhaul on my intro since I really haven’t updated it much.

Name: invadr (real name’s a secret and invadr is just too iconic)

Age: 21

Pronouns: They/Them

Current Interests: The Amazing Digital Circus, Project Sekai, Vocaloid, Animal Crossing, Undertale/Deltarune, Monster High, bunch of other stuff that’s also floating in the back of my mind waiting for a turn in the front, and of course, I still love Invader Zim, my obsession with it has just died down in favor of TADC

Tiny: Yes. Definitely. Absolutely.

So, g/t has been a concept I’ve loved for as long as I can remember. I’ve always related to tiny characters, and watching them interact with other people and the world around them was something that I wished I could experience. But sadly, I was not born as a fairy or a borrower, so all I can do is imagine it!

But yeah, I was really excited when I discovered the existence of the g/t community a few years back and realized I wasn’t the only person who liked this concept, and slowly but surely, it changed my life in a pretty positive way! I’ve met some really awesome people, written some (mostly unfinished) stories, and found a place where I can be unapologetically myself.

Anyway, this has been requested before, so here is my…

Writing Masterpost

Invader Zim

Borrower!Recap Kid Series

This was a series of connected one shots about Recap Kid as a borrower living in the Membrane household. There wasn’t really much of a story, but this was the first thing I wrote for g/t Tumblr.

The Kid in the Wall

Accident

Skoolday of Doom

Sick Day

Hug a Giant Day

They’ll Be Back

Hug a Tiny Day

Don’t Face the Music

Tiny Alien

This was a fic that I only ever wrote one chapter for. It’s an AU where Irkens are tiny, and Zim crash lands on Earth but loses his memories, so he ends up befriending Dib because he doesn’t remember he was sent to Earth to destroy it. So it’s pretty much The Iron Giant but with a little guy instead of a big guy. But there’s only one chapter, and I honestly don’t think I’ll finish it.

Tiny Alien

The Lone Lumin

An OC fic about my character, Bek. She is a Lumin, a race of tiny aliens that glow, and her planet was conquered by the Irken Empire. She’s been on the run for a while, and ends up taking refuge on Earth, disguising herself as a human by transforming her ship into a robotic mech suit. She, of course, goes to skool and meets Zim, and the moment she finds out he’s an Irken she wants him dead. Didn’t get very far with this one either, no idea if I’ll ever go back to it.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Into the PAK

A very angsty fic that I only posted on AO3. It also only has two chapters, but maybe it’s for the best because I was very depressed when I wrote it. Dib is a miserable college kid and Zim discovers his whole life is a lie, and through a series of events, Dib gets shrunk and ends up watching Zim’s memories through a recording inside his PAK, and he learns about Zim’s past and they finally acknowledge that they have similar trauma and bond over it.

Into the PAK

Borrowed Family

A revamp of sorts of my Borrower!Recap series, although now it follows a more linear story. I fell off writing this one and now that I’ve gotten into TADC I probably won’t go back to it anytime soon, but out of all my IZ fics, this is the one I’d be most likely to return to.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Original Works

Robyn and Jack

An unfinished original story I only wrote three chapters for. It’s about a kid who runs away and accidentally ends up in another dimension where giant beings live. Basically, a representation of my tired adult self adopting my rambunctious child self and the two of them helping each other become better people.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Petal in the Audience

One of my longest works besides Borrowed Family, and even though it wasn’t that long ago since I last worked on this story I honestly kind of forgot about it. Kind of a shame ‘cause I liked it, just not sure what I should do with it going forward. Most of the chapters are on Tumblr but I moved it to AO3 and continued it on there since it wasn’t getting much traction here. Anyway, it’s about Petal, a teenage borrower who has grown up watching the friendship between the two human siblings who live in her house and their friend who lives in the neighborhood and frequently visits. Petal sees them as her friends even though she hasn’t revealed herself to them for safety reasons, though in reality, her relationship to them is more like a spectator watching a show. Of course, that all changes when she ends up meeting them for real.

Petal in the Audience

Project Sekai

I only have two unnamed one shots for Project Sekai, one of which was a request from my good friend @whatifitwasgttho. I do have an idea for a fully fledged story set in a fantasy AU, but I haven’t had much time to flesh it out, and now that my TADC brain rot is in full force it might be a while before I work on it again. I do have a lot of ideas for this story, though, and I really hope I can share it here someday.

Shizuku & Minori

Rui & Mizuki

The Amazing Digital Circus

Hide & Shrink

This is my current fic! It’s been doing pretty well and I’m very excited about that. I’ve started working on the next chapter and it should hopefully be out soon! This story is set the day after the pilot, and Caine’s adventure of the day is a game of Hide & Seek, but with a twist! Pomni is tiny now, and for some reason, Caine can’t change her back.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t writing #tadc g/t #invader zim

[danzinora-switch]

Monsters Among Us - Playlist

I don’t exactly listen to music while I write, but I often do just before writing to hype myself up/get connected with whatever character or scene I’m working on. So here’s a bunch of songs I’ve been listening to as I’ve worked on this fic, as well as who/what I associate them with.

Control by Halsey - Bishop

Natural by Imagine Dragons - Bishop

Echo Cover by Hikaru Station - Bishop, but also the entire fic as a whole (this is the song that really helps direct my focus back to the fic and get ready to write)

Echo Cover by Dari - Donnie, same song, different cover (though he apparently mixed the above cover), inspired by i-hate-clouds’s animation here. (It’s so good!)

Entering the Warzone by Thunderstep Music - the hallway scene in Chapter 22 (and yes, it’s in Pen’s Animatic, too!)

Holy Ground by Within Temptation - Donnie

The Poet and the Pendulum by Nightwish - Bishop, especially part 5 of the song: Mother and Father

Beyond the Throne by Zack Hemsey - Bishop (and Zack Hemsey is so good! Lyrics are in the comments)

March of Mephisto by Kamelot - Draxum (his evil days)

Own Little World - Celldweller Drop Remix - opening attack on the BAI (chapter 29)

Everybody’s Fool by Evanescence - Robyn (chapter 28)

The Purge by Within Temptation - Donnie (chapter 28 especially)

There’s a couple more, but they’re really more associated with my coda ideas, so I may make that a separate post, or just add to this one later. Anyway, all these bands/musicians are really cool, I recommend checking them out if you like any of these songs. Enjoy!

#rottmnt #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #monsters among us #mau #playlist #writing playlist #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #agent bishop #baron draxum #draxum #symphonic metal #electronic rock #electronic music #rock music #uhh orchestral rap I guess?

[jimmyironwood]

james!

jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, my favourite man

Top Three Ships:

Hard to choose just three when he deserves everyone ever but IronQrow Irondeath Ironclock

Least Favourite Ships:

IronLion (james x lionheart) cannot imagine him doing anything but throttling the traitor in a non-sexy way, War Crimes because Tyrian scares me and I refuse to put one thought to him in a romantic setting, Silver Shamrock because clover gives me "im irish because my nan's best friend's painter was irish" vibes.

Biggest Criticism:

Whatever the fuck happened in volume 8 with the mantle bombing but at the same time that version of him does not exist in my mind I cannot criticise what isnt there. Also James darling just accept you never unlocked your semblance and have stubborn man disease instead of whatever the fuck Mettle is.

Favourite Thing:

Words do not go deep enough to describe the joy I feel when I think about him. He is my favourite thing.

But if I had to pick it would be his temperament. Even when being yelled at or receiving literally the worst news ever he took a moment to stop or lean against the wall or redirect his anger at an object rather than a person.

Headcanon:

I have so many.

He has a massive sweet tooth and his favourite sweet is mint imperials. He keeps some in his jacket pocket for on the go. Giant sweet tooth make soft thicc half metal man and that is ok

He is Fria's son.

He's actually a good headmaster and keeps tabs on all of his students.

Before he got his prosthetics, he had axe as his weapon, but afterwards he found he simply didn't have the mobility for a large weapon anymore and changed to Due Process

What I would change if I was making a rewrite:

I have a love-hate relationship with Mettle. On one hand it's dumb and it's a personality trait and it didn't even show up in the show and on the other hand it has so much potential and it is in every single fic I write. I'd like to make it more obvious. His eyes were a lot darker in vols 2-3 so let's say Mettle makes his eyes bluer when it has more of a hold over him.

I'd also like to see or hear a change when its in effect. Maybe his voice is more monotonous and cold, he stands straighter and moves stiffer. I'd make its effects stronger too, his altered mental state means he hyperfocuses until his task or goal is achieved, even if that means missing sleep or meals to do so (have the Ace Ops mention this. A simple line of "he hasn't left his office in... days" would suffice). Have it get to the point where he couldn't answer simple questions that aren't about his goal because every effort of his mind is dedicated to it. As his goal gets further away it makes him more desperate and his decisions seem more rash, but in his affected head they are the next logical choice to regain the ground he has lost even if he cannot see how irrational they are. The semblance is literally self-inflicted mind control! Go crazy! But have him voice it so we the audience can understand his thinking. Give him a lil character quirk of thinking out loud so that we're not left behind in an otherwise very mental and self affecting semblance.

Finally, I would like to see other characters acknowledge it. I feel it was hinted that Ozcar was going to go and talk to him in volume 8, I'd like to have seen that. He obviously has respect for Ozpin and Ozpin is one of the few characters who managed to change his mind before (see volume 2 scouts/flagbearers convo). If Oscar can convince two villains to finally make the switch to his side, he, with the help of Ozpin, can get through to James. Maybe RWBYJNR discuss it as part of their plan, ie, "if we can break his aura we have a chance of getting past his semblance, since that's when he's at his weakest" - this also affords insight into how aura affects passive semblances since it's otherwise unclear. Qrow can talk about it in the prison cell with Robyn, ie "I'm going to beat the semblance out and the sense back in". It would go great as part of their conversation about how semblances can negatively affect people.

Let. Ren. See. His. Petals. Or lack of petals. Imagine if Ren had used his shinigami eyes during the fight and seen no petals at all until his aura was broken, at which point he became so swamped in petals that Ren could barely see him.

Also I am getting rid of the Mantle bomb plot. And the part where he fights Winter twice within like an hour. She already anime moment beat him up, we didn't need to see it again. However I think Watts hacking the bomb once he's out of jail is a fun plot point to bring people together in the event that the bomb wasn't used to blow up Monstra. Also goodbye green fart cannon. Yucky. If you want him to have a big weapon give him an axe.

Also I'd give him a backstory. You don't make a character half metal and then not tell your audience why.

Sorry that became a whole essay about Mettle

What I think of his allusion:

I like the tin man allusion! It was easy to spot early on but the way it was used wasn't clear later on. Did he lose it? Did he use it too much? Did he begin to wish he didn't have one? I believe in the latter two but there is plenty of room for interpretation for the former.

I think there was room for the secondary allusion of Atlas the titan who holds up the world and I know a few people did indeed see that but I think it could've been reinforced in the show a little more.

#james ironwood #rwde #idk if this is actually rwde #i just wanna be safe #answered ask #ugh talking about him makes me so happy #sorry thats a whole mettle rant

[theinnerworkingsofoc]

Introduction: Joelle Olive Chapman

Name: Joelle Olive Chapman

FC: Brenna D'amico

Fic Title: Undetermined 

Nickname(s): Jo, Jo-Jo, Joey, Ellie (family and Luke only), Chapman, babe, Pinky/The Brain(Baylee)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: she/her

Birthday: September 28, 1987

Height: 5’1

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Blue

Place of Birth: Carolina Beach, NC

Residence: Carolina Beach, NC

Camp Half-Blood (summer/winter)

Hobbies: surfing, playing guitar, baking, scuba diving

Likes: thunderstorms, hurricanes, Luke, reading, fishing, school, horses, swimming, just being near water in general

Dislikes: not being claimed, the crowded Hermes cabin, Aphrodite’s cabin (they like messing with her love life), being sidelined, flying

Favorite Bands: Fall Out Boy, Nickelback, My Chemical Romance, No Doubt, The Veronicas

Physical Quirks/Scars: left-handed, incessantly cracks knuckles, scars from sword fighting, scar on her leg from a fishing accident.

Family: Kronos (paternal grandfather, Rhea (paternal grandmother), Chester Harley Chapman (maternal grandfather), Winifred Tessa Chapman (maternal grandmother)

Poseidon (father), Lucy Regina Chapman (mother), Amphitrite (stepmother)

Drew Corey Chapman (uncle), Zeus, Chiron and Hades (uncles), Tenley Rochelle Chapman (aunt), Hestia, Demeter and Hera (aunts)

Tyson, Percy Jackson, Procrustes, Polyphemus, Triton, Arion, Antaeus, Pegasus, Chrysaor, Chrysomallus, Cercyon, Sciron, Theseus, Bellerophon, Neleus, Halirrhothius, (paternal half-brothers)

Rhode, Kymopoleia, Despoina, Charybdis (paternal half-sisters)

Several Cyclops (paternal half-siblings)

Devin Robyn Underwood (adoptive sister)

Frank Zhang (paternal distant relative)

Harley Luke Castellan (son)

Honorary family: Hermes’s Cabin

Friends: Luke Castellan, Alexa Cantwood ( @thecaptainsgingersnap oc), Rainbow Aspen Rollins, Devin Robyn Underwood, Lucian Greyson Grimes, Santos Drake Ababio, Baylee Rowena Ford, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Athena’s cabin, Leo Valdez, Calypso

Love interest: Luke Castellan

Optimistic or pessimistic or realist

Introvert or extrovert

Occupation: Camp Counselor, waitress, high school student, lifeguard

Weapon: Trident and quindent

Favorite Animal: Pangolin and cuttlefish

Favorite color: teal

Favorite book: Fear Street Series by R.L Stein

Favorite food: her grandmother’s mac and cheese

Favorite movie/ tv show: (m): Indiana Jones. (tv): Smallville

Background: Born to Marine Life Photographer Lucy Chapman and the sea god Poseidon Jo’s life was anything but normal. Due to Lucy's career, she is constantly traveling so Jo is raised primarily by her grandparents. She loves spending time down at the beach when she’s not helping out at her grandparent’s restaurant.  Then, one day, a sea monster attacks and one of her regulars reveals himself to be a satyr. Suddenly, Jo's life is turned upside down as she's escorted to Camp Half-blood and trained to save the world. 

Forever tag: @thecaptainsgingersnap

Tags: @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle

#percy jackson oc #oc: joelle olive chapman #greek demigod oc #poseidon cabin oc #cabin three oc

[kitkatopinions]

RWBY has so much good potential. But RT squanders it all. I've been reading a blacksun fic "What You Stole" that started off as a what if scenario where Sun stays relevant that gradually evolved into a full-blown RWBY rewrite post volume 3. Written by ONE person and has 50+ chapters that treat all the characters so much better than RT ever could, and it's just one fanfic example. It's sad that the fandom consistently churns out better development and character growth than the writers themselves.

Honestly, RWBY’s endless potential is one of the things I still like about it.

For real, the first thing I really heard about Volume 8 was a mutual telling me that Qrow was in prison with Jacques, Robyn, and Watts, and I instantly said “That could be really fun!” I loved the idea of Qrow dealing with all three of those people - Robyn obviously better than the other two, but still frustrating him - as he tried to figure out what had happened and escape. Aaaaand then there was nothing really good that came out of it. There are other concepts in Volume 8 that are really good. Ambrosius and how the staff worked could’ve been good, Weiss confronting her father and reconciling with Whitley, Nora and Ren breaking up, Ren’s doubts, Yang’s doubts, Blake and Yang having tension, Emerald starting her redemption arc, even the portals to Vacuo and displacing everyone in Atlas to Vacuo could’ve been interesting, and the Cinder-Watts-Neo team up, the Hound, Penny getting hacked... Not all of these are perfect and sometimes I’d change elements of the concept itself, but they all could’ve been very interesting, amazing plotpoints.

Now that the season is over, my mind is filled with ‘this is how I’d re-work this season’ concepts and ‘this is how I’d do a V9 off of this’ ideas. There are so many enjoyable concepts, just like there were so many enjoyable concepts last season. And for a bit more positivity, the animation has really gone up in quality. I mean...

Some of this stuff is seriously so pretty. And when you see just how far they’ve come... with Cinder Sonic running diagonally up buildings and shadow people in the background and Weiss’s sleeves constantly clipping through her skirt... It’s legit impressive. Although there are a couple of concepts that I just really don’t like, and there are a couple of story choices that I think were just bad, the real, consistent trouble in RWBY is the writing. Sometimes it really comes across as just, not professional, and it seems to get worse with every season. RWBY feels like it’s something you’d find on AO3. Except that you’re right, sometimes content on AO3 is just... Better.

I’d love to check out that BlackSun fanfiction btw, that sounds pretty cool! I’m always interested in re-writes or remakes, but I always have a hard time finding one that keeps the main story elements and doesn’t try to be dark or ‘grown up.’ 

#rwde #rwby criticism #anti rwby #anti crwby

[robyn-loves-horror]

What’s up! I’m Robyn (Rob), and after reading so many slasher fics I want to try my hand at making some of my own! I’ve written a few fics many many moons ago, but I want to get back into it. My specialty is xreader or self insert style fics so here’s the current masterlist of the characters I’d like to write for, this is subject to change in the future of course.

* = personal favorites

*Herbert West (Re-Animator)

*Micheal Myers (Halloween)

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Carrie White (Carrie)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

*Ash Williams (The Evil Dead)

Stu Macher (Scream)

Billy Loomis (Scream)

Mickey Altieri (Scream 2)

Charles Lee Ray (Chucky)

Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky)

Ellen Ripley (Alien)

Candyman (Candyman)

Helen Lyle (Candyman)

Characters I won’t write-

Freddy Krueger

Doll version of Chucky and Tiffany

Leatherface

Yautja

Pennywise

Situations I don’t want to write-

r*pe/non-con

underage

incest

watersports

Feel free to ask about anything or anyone you don’t see listed here. If I’m not for it I won’t do it, but I’m down to try most things.

#slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #herbert west x reader #herbert west #reanimator #micheal myers x reader #micheal myers #halloween #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #carrie white x reader #carrie white #carrie #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire #the boy #ash williams x reader #ash williams #the evil dead #stu macher x reader #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x stu macher #scream #charles lee ray x reader #charles lee ray #chucky

[rebelbyrdie]

Swan Queen AU Fic Idea

I had a wierd dream and after some thinking, thought I would share it.

Regina is desperate to preserve her family’s entertainment business.  Emma is a washed-up stunt woman hired to help.  Sparks fly...sometimes literally.

The Mills Midevil Experience was a hold-over from the heyday of travelling circuses and sideshows.  When Henry Mills took it over from his father in 1975, they were in debt and struggling to survive.  Henry had a business degree and a passion for history.  Toss in his then-girlfriend Cora’s flair for the dramatic and a new idea was born. 

The show settled down and created a home-base just outside of Boston.  They were a circus no more; they were an experience.  Knights in shining armor, horses, kings and princesses, bards and acrobats dressed in motley.  They had dinners and wine, courtesy of their own farm and vineyard.  It wasn’t an immediate hit, but it was easier and more profitable than travelling.  Their people could settle down and build more stable lives while still doing what they loved.

Now they have five locations nationwide and are a household name.  But the modern ease of streaming tv and smart phones have made The Midevil Experience boring and less profitable.  

When Henry passes from a heart attack, Cora is ready to sell the business to a corporation and retire.  Her daughters, Regina and Zelena, refuse to let their father’s dream die.

So they spice things up.  They look to things like Las Vegas-style shows and popular TV for new ideas and themes. 

“We have to make ourselves more interesting then sitting on the couch and watching Netflix, Mother.”  Zelena pointed out.  “I want us to pass this company on to Robyn and Henry one day.”

Henry, ten, looked up from the comic book he was reading.  “The show is really boring.  It's the same thing as its always been since, like, forever.”

Regina sighed.  “Thank you for your input, Darling, but-”

Henry didn’t let his mother deter him.  “I mean, the whole tournament for the Princess’s hand in marriage thing is old and kind of sexist.”   He twisted his face.  “And boring.  All the knights are inter-changable, and it doesn’t actually matter who wins.  Its been the same since you and Grandpa wrote it like in the stone ages.”

Cora looked at her grandson over her glass of wine.  They were gathered in the living room for the evening, trying to relax.

“Junior.”  

Henry scowled at being called that.

“What do you think would be interesting?”

Cora was no fool.  She may have never became the Hollywood Superstar she wanted to be, but she was a businesswoman.  Henry was their target audience, after all.

“We need better villains.”  He held up his comic book.  “The bad guys always make the story better.  The good guys have to have a reason to fight.  We need-”   He shrugged.  “An Evil Queen or a Wicked Witch or something.  Like the Queen of Hearts in Alice, Off with Their Heads.  People love to hate bad guys.”

He went back to his comic.  “Some explosions would be cool too.”

Cora looked to her granddaughter, three years old and cute as a button. She didn’t have many opinions on things that weren’t related to her current obsession of Minnie Mouse. Cora decided to ask her, anyway.

“And what do you think, Little Bean?”  Robyn, Zelena’s daughter, smiled and held up an oversized wooden piece that she’d been trying to smash into a jumbled mess of a floor puzzle. “Fix.”

Cora took a sip of her wine and regarded her little family.  If her daughters wanted to fix things, they would have to figure out how.

***

Regina worked with the horses and their riders.  She bred, trained and babied the horses.  She was a demanding and perfectionist bitch with the riders.  She refused to let the horses, the real stars of the show, get hurt because the riders were incompetent.  

Zelena, who directed and occasionally acted in the performances, found her in the stables, mucking out the stalls with a vengeance.

“Are you done being angry with me yet?”

Regina looked up from her work with narrowed eyes.  Her mouth was twisted into a scowl.  “Maybe.”

“With Mother?”

Regina straitened up and wiped sweat from her brow.  “Definitely not.”

Zelena sighed.  Her baby sister could be so hard-headed.

“It isn’t the end of the world, Gina.  It’s just a trial run.  You know damn well we don’t have enough female actors and hiring one is just going to further drain our budget.”

Regina bared her teeth.  “We would have had the budget if you and mother hadn’t hired this stunt person.  An outsider!  This Swan is supposed to fix our show?  We can fix our show, Z.”

Zelena had to disagree.  If they wanted to do everything, to revolutionize the show, then they needed the help.

“And why do I”  Regina continued  “Have to be the Evil Queen anyway!  You’re the actress.  I never did well in the shows.  You should do it.”

Zelena was playing opposite of her sister, as the Good Queen.  It was a limited role but that meant that she could direct and manage too.

“Because you’re the only woman who can ride and lets face it, you are a little scary sometimes.  Phillip is still afraid of you.”

Phillip was their lead-actor in the Orlando location.

“He’s an idiot. Thank God for Mulan.”

Mulan ran the Orlando show and did it well.

“Never the less.  I know you can do it.  Dad would have loved to see you.”

It was an underhanded move, and Zelena knew it.  While she had always been partial to her mother, Regina was a Daddy’s girl through and through.  She had even named her son after him.

“Give it a try.  For me?  For Dad?”

Regina sighed.  “Fine.”

***

Emma Swan had fallen and fallen hard.  Both physically and metaphorically.  She had gone from doubling for A List actresses and having her name in the credits of every action movie to a freaking tourist trap dinner theatre.  

She should have never gone on freaking American Ninja Warrior.  She’d made it to Stage 3 then fallen, hit several things on the way down and destroyed her knee, shoulder and career.  Worst of all, the universe had watched it live and could do so again and again on Youtube.  She’d gone viral as the American Ninja Failure.

Now she was here, back in Boston, to try to scratch up some money to pay off her medical bills by teaching a bunch of Cirque Rejects and Drama-School Drop-Outs how to use make their hoaky stunts look better.

She was going to kill her agent.

It was Monday morning and the Midevil Experience’s parking lot was empty.  She parked the Bug and went in, trying to hide her limp the best she could.  She’d caught one of these shows out in Frisco years ago.  It was like a Ren Fair, but for kids.  There was jousting and swords and a dumb storyline.  The food was mediocre and the acting even worse.

She wandered around the back of the sprawling complex and found an employee’s entrance that was unlocked.  She let herself in and had not been ready for the change.  The parking lot was empty, but the building was a bustling hive of activity.  

People, horses and props were all around.  There was, she assumed, a method to the madness.  She knew better then to touch anything.  Stage Managers and Prop Masters could (and she had seen it more than once) maim someone for touching props that they weren’t supposed to.

“What a shit show.”  Emma mumbled to herself.”

“Miss Swan, I presume.”

Emma winced because there was no way that her remark hadn’t been heard and turned around.  “Um hey.”

She was met by a glare from dark brown eyes and a scowl.  They eyes and scowl were attached to the most beautiful woman Emma had ever seen.

“I’m looking for one of the Mills?”

The woman (Emma assumed she was an actress or something) continued to glare at her.  “I am Regina Mills.  Animal and Technical Manager.”

And also, according to Emma’s agent, one of the three owners of the entire shebang.

Damn. It.

She might as well just walk back out to her yellow bug.

#ficlet #fic ideas #swanqueen