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zanniscaramouche · 9 months

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No one can claim that I'm fast, but hey! I finally had a moment to sit down and find some fics for a lovely anon who wandered into my inbox looking for classical musician!larry. A few of these are a little bit of a stretch, but hopefully there's something here you enjoy! You'll see little blue hearts along with a lil comment from me on those I have read (admittedly not that many, oops) This is definitely an AU I'd love to see more fic for! It's possible there's more out there, alas it doesn't seem to be commonly tagged. Make sure to tag your fics folks! It makes filtering for things like this so much easier! 💙

🎼 the school of extraordinary lovers // stylinsoncity @stylinsoncity - 191k "We keep telling the other, I love you and I love you, and we do, though we both know where the knives are." - Laura Van Prooyen

harry is a third-year witch and violinist at Laitswold, the only magical academy in the UK, with dreams of taking on the world, and hopefully breaking the centuries-old curse on his family while he's at it. he does not dream of facing off against his childhood rival and duet partner, but louis is back in town after six years abroad, so that's exactly what happens.

🎼 Love Is A Rebellious Bird // 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews - 134k AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

💙 zannithinks: one of those 'classics' that many love! I really enjoyed this fic, and as someone who hears Bolero every year at a local festival I think of this fic often

🎼 Saving Symphony Hall // HelloAmHere @helloamhere - 124k “I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

💙 zannithinks: I looooove this one! A well developed world and lovable OC's, this is definitely the first fic I think of when I think Larry and Classical Music

🎼 Where Words Fail, Music Speaks // Larry_you_know @larryyouknow - 45k Louis is a world class violinist. He’s one year over forty, living his best life in New York. One day, he comes to a small town in Connecticut where he inherited a house from his late father. The town looks nice and its people welcome him warmly. The problem is that Louis never knew his father and he doesn’t intend to change anything about it - his father can stuff his last will up his treacherous ass. In a strange coincidence, Louis meets town troubadour Harry, who seems wonderful to him just right until he reveals that Louis’ father was like a dad to him.

Even though Louis tries to convince himself that it shouldn’t - it hurts.

🎼 Until You Remember // Throwthemflowers - 21k Talented London pianist Louis Tomlinson moves to a small coastal town to escape the elites of his job and the mundanity of his life. Through the music of Debussy he finds a charming, wonderful friend in Harry Styles, the fiancé of the town's mayor. Louis thinks his pining is in vain until he discovers that all may not be as it seems….

🎼 And I'll Be Here When Only the Silence Remains // louisniall @louisniaii - 19k The one where Louis is a top notch mute violinist and Harry might just be the person he trusts most

🎼 Back to the Sign, and Play Through the End // tomlinsunshine - 17k Louis is a globally renowned pianist; Harry is the worst page turner this world has ever known.

🎼 Take more of my space, why don't you? // otfuckingp - 10k Of course, the universe is not on Louis’ side, nor on the side of his mental health. Just as he starts to think they might get away with this empty seat -- yes, they. He and Instrument Man are in this together, a united front against the forces of any more people-- one more person steps onto the plane. He bypasses the first fifteen rows without so much as a falter, but the fact that he slows around 17 gives Louis pause. There aren’t many empty seats in this section... Surely not. Surely the universe wouldn’t be so cruel as to do this to him.

And then there’s another body landing in the seat next to Instrument Man. Well, “landing” might be too polite. Crashing, is more like it. Within the first ten seconds, he’s elbowed instrument Man in the side, dropped something on the floor, and nearly tripped a stewardess with the exuberant flailing of his legs. All in all, completely shattering the tentative silence in row 21 DEF. Fuck.//

Harry and Louis meet on a plane. Louis is not impressed, until he is.

🎼 What is simple in the moonlight, never really is. // judgementdays @judgementdays - 5k And then they're talking, like they always do on late nights. They talk about the future, about the cute girl who was checking Harry out at Tesco's, about the cute boy who asked for Louis' number the other day. They mostly end up talking about their auditions for the school of their dreams, though.

Louis plays piano and Harry plays guitar and they're both trying to get into Juilliard but feelings sort of happen.

🎼 Play Me Something Sweet // nonsensedarling @absolutenonse - 4k “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Louis says. Harry just looks at him and lifts an eyebrow in silent question. “How about if you pretend I’m your cello as you try it out, like we used to?” Or Harry's good at a lot of instruments, but his favorite one to play is Louis.

💙 zannithinks: this one is spicey!!!!

🎼 And I've got something missing tonight. // whisperedbrave @louistomlindaughter - 2k That night, much like many others, he finishes his dinner and falls asleep to the sound of his neighbor and his piano.

or the one where Harry's upstairs neighbor plays the piano every night. one night he stops and Harry can't sleep.

#tracksintheam #trackinghome #hlficlibrary #hlcreators #hljournal #larry stylinson #larry #larry fic #larry fanfic #one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #1d library #1dlibrary #zanni fic rec #still not sure how that became a tag i use #classical musicians #fic rec

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mochikage · 2 years

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i am so down bad for college!/roommate!kakashi and I meant to send this in a while ago but forgot but I feel like if you left your bag or something on the subway while riding with Kakashi, he would literally sprint to the next stop to try and beat the train to get what you left behind. and no matter how much you begged that it wasn’t important and felt bad he went to such an effort he couldn’t bear to see you sad/disappointed

(Also maybe that seems unachievable but in Boston where I ride there’s sometimes less than a block between stations I feel like someone could do that lmao)

thank you for blessing me with this idea...i also have it down bad for college/roommate!kakashi and I’m gonna be honest...i don’t know if I’ll ever stop writing for him or for this certain AU...also i changed the settings just a little bit im sorry

“Just relax, you’re going to be fine.” Kakashi comments. He’s sitting next to you on the nearly empty train. It’s relatively early in the morning, so it was nice to have a calm environment before your big interview. The white flashcards in your hand are shuffled again, deciding that you could go through them one last time before your stop.

“I just don’t want to forget anything.”

The train gently rocks you two back and forth, and if neither of you were preparing for anything, you would’ve easily fallen asleep on his shoulder.

“Do you want to practice with me one more time?”

“No, I think I’ve bothered you enough this past week.” You smile kindly at the man next to you.

In the last week, you have gone to him nearly every night to practice your presentation and ask for some feedback. Unbeknownst to you, after the third time you’ve asked he’s stopped listening to what you’re saying and just appreciated your presence.

He’d take the opportunity to look over your shy expression, giving you an occasional smile for encouragement, a smile that you’ve come to find comfort in. He’d have to hold back a chuckle of endearment when he’d notice the hand gripping at the hem of your shirt and he wants nothing more than to take it in his hand and reassure you that everything will be fine.

“Not a bother, besides you helped me with my presentation too.”

“Still can’t believe you’re not going through it right now.” You shuffle through to the next card. Your eyes scan over the words but at this point all your attention is on Kakashi.

He stretches his long legs out in front of him and crosses his arms over his chest. His head leans back against the window and he closes his eyes. How someone can be so relaxed before something so big is a complete riddle to you.

“I had a nice girl help me. Don’t want to forget her pointers and mess it up.”

Your cheeks warm up at his words. You’re grateful he doesn’t get to see you flustered and you turn your attention once again to your cards.

“You know, once you get the job and everything and I ace this presentation, I think we should celebrate.”

“What were you thinking? Takeout from China Stix?”

“Not takeout. Maybe we can...I don’t know go to the sushi place that opened downtown?”

You stop reading the words on the cards to process what he said. Is he asking me on a date? You turn to look at him and what a mistake that was.

Silver eyebrows are completely relaxed, his eyelashes resting on the tops of his cheeks and lips in a soft pout. If he was asking you on a date he would probably be more clear about it. He’s always been blunt with you, so why would he stop now? Physically shaking your head from side to side, you clear your mind of any irrational and illogical thoughts.

“Y-Yeah,” you clear your throat, “that sounds like a plan.” Disappointment settles at the pit of your stomach, but you have no one else to blame but yourself and your pitiful daydreaming.

The bell of the train chimes out before the conductor announces the next stop. Your chest tightens momentarily and heartrate picks up. You take a deep breath and begin to gather your belongings.

“Guess this is me.” You take another deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves. You straighten out your clothes and start to walk towards the door.

“Y/N.” Kakashi calls out to you. You turn to look at him, hand gripping your bag tightly.

“You’re going to ace it. Just breathe and get it over with.” He gives you a small, charming smile. A smile that has you forgetting where you are. One that makes your stomach churn in excitement and heart beat happily in hopes of seeing it again. In hopes of being the reason he smiles like that.

The chime of the bell brings you back to the present again and you rush out the door, nearly missing your stop. The crowd moves with you towards the exit, the station more crowded than your cart was.

Back on the train Kakashi is still staring at the doors you walked through. Gaze lingering there in case you magically appear with that smile that took his breath away. He leans back in his seat and rests his hand where you were just sitting.

“Shit.” The curse falls from his lips when his fingers touch the flashcards you had moments ago. Right next to your phone. In seconds he has them tucked away in his bag and he’s standing by the train doors to get off of the next stop. He checks his phone for the time and sprints out the door.

He nearly runs into someone carrying a tray of coffee, body leaning back and away from the four cups. He apologizes quickly before taking off again, weaving through the crowd and shooting up the stairs, taking two at a time.

You’re reciting your speech in your head as you walk through traffic, proud of yourself for remembering most of the key points from your practice on the train. Looking ahead, you see the building where your interview is. If you land this internship, you’ll be pretty much set for the next few years both financially and net-working wise. To say that it was a chance of a lifetime was an understatement. You still don’t really know how you landed this interview since you’ve heard people being on a wait list for months before being approved for an interview. Either way, you’re thanking your lucky stars.

As you near the building, you reach in your bag to go through the flashcards just one more time. Your hand searches for a minute or two before you take it off your shoulder to get a good look in there. Panic starts to settle in your chest when you don’t see your cards or your phone. You’re about to dump your bag out onto the street before you hear your name called.

You turn around, eyes wide and tears ready to fall from the disbelief of your stupidity. Out of all days to forget things today was not the day. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion when you see Kakashi sprinting over at you, holding white little rectangles up in his hand.

Holy shit.

He finally reaches you, holding out your cards and your phone in his hand. He sets his hands onto his knees as he tries to catch his breath.

“Kakashi...” You’re shaking your head, unsure of how to even start thanking him for doing this for you, “You didn’t have to--”

“You would’ve freaked out.” He cuts you off, standing back up to his full height, “you would’ve freaked out if you didn’t have them with you. Besides, how else am I supposed to find out that you got the position?”

You shake your head once more, looking at the man in front of you. Looking at the handsome, out of breath, crazy roommate in front of you with the stupid charming smile he gave you earlier on the train. The stupid charming smile that’s so contagious where even on your worst days does not fail to make you smile as well. You’re shaking your head with a smile of your own now, still unable to believe that he ran all this way to help you out.

The two of you stand there, smiling at each other like idiots. Kakashi’s just now catching his breath. He watches you reach for his tie and tug it down to your height. It doesn’t register to him when your lips meet, brain short circuiting the second that they press against each other. You pull away, unfazed by what had just happened, acting so casual for just making his heart stop.

His mouth opens and closes, trying to say something before you leave, anything. The glass doors of the building close before he can say something, and he’s stuck staring at his reflection.

You walk through the doors and towards the front desk, letting the receptionist know you were there for an interview. You go through your flashcards one last time before hearing your name get called. The receptionist leads you back through some double doors and in a long hallway with black marble floors. They let you know that the third door down to the right is where your interview will be held. Thanking them, you take one last deep breath and head to your destination.

It’s not until your hand touches the cold metal of the round doorknob that you have the realization.

You just kissed your roommate.

#kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x reader #roommate!kakashi #vanilla mochi #i miss roommate!kakashi and i don't even live with him #but he DOES live rent free in my head #unfortunately for all of you

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sobbingsir · 2 months

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Some wips for an mlp storyline I have planned! Keep in mind this will be an au so forgive me if when it’s done and I share it it may not be completely accurate but I’ll try my best!!

Some info on them so far, the First three are employees at pinkies party parlour she opened in the storyline, I’ve not decided if this au will have stuff like swearing in it or not but it definitely is mostly wholesome!!

The first pony is a henna artist (she/her) who got her cutie mark by doing henna on her aunt to calm her down from her pre wedding anxiety, it successfully calmed her. She often practices henna on herself as she loves the process and holds it dear to her as it reminds her of all the celebrations she’s had with her family in the past, during the storyline she often does henna for birthday parties, she’s an amputee as she was born without a left back leg but often she likes doodling on the empty spaces of it (she’s a chronic doodler), she enjoys fruits and vegetables, mainly boiled carrots!

Second is an electric violinist (she/her) who was very good at classical as she did grow up in a wealthy household of classical music prodigies however she hated the and feel sound of a classical violin, she much preferred the range of an electrical violin and how dramatic and the wide range it has, luckily her choice in wanting to go into less classical music did not strain her relationship with her family and if anything they enjoy bragging about how out of the box she was willing to be with music (note, I know that they aren’t exactly much different but her parents were very much used to boring, slow and traditional instruments such as piano and normal violin so hearing an electric violin incorporated into things like rock or pop stuff gets their hearts racing and gets them giddy to question her choice when most answers are the same as a non electric violin player would answer lmao), she works at the party parlour as the conductor and violinist!

Third is The mountain birthday goat (they/she), all the other employees only know that they were found by pinkie by the edge of the everfree forest on their birthday, left after pinkie pie threw her a party and started coming back to ponyville whenever they heard it was someone’s birthday also bringing along a surprising amount of good luck the the birthday pony, pinkie pie realised the mountain goat was often going back to the everfree forest so offered an assistant party planner role to them. They don’t speak however they do dance to happy birthday, they like sweets a lot and really hate having their wool being cut so they have a large thick layer of wool on them which has contributed to their outfit being sprinkles as their top layer of fur is while and looks like icing!

Thanks for reading I know this is long but I’m really ill and mlp has been holding me over lately lmao

#trans artist #fanart #traditional art #art wip #work in progress #mlp sona #mlp fandom #mlp art #mlp oc #mlp fim #mlp friendship is magic #mlp #mlp au #my little pony sona #my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony fanart

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wxsincorrect · 7 months

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🎼 : I don't really know music so I have 0 idea what a musical scale is but I know some instruments

Tsukasa would be something really loud idk like a trombone or smth

Emu would be a really big instrument like a Tuba

Nene would play a flute or whatever a piccolo is

Rui plays percussion or double bass

Actually this is inspiring me to make a pjsk au of the whole cast in an orchestra with Miku as the conductor or smth like that

so i am like one of the most band kid of band kids and tsukasa tenma would definitely play trumpet or maybe trombone. i wouldnt be surprised to have him play trombone but he fits trumpet better: he’s loud, he’s a lot, and he’s annoyingly talented. he also plays soprano sax in jazz band i just KNOW he’s That Guy (if you’ve never been in high school jazz band with a mediocre soprano sax player who thinks he’s the coolest guy ever then you’ve never been in high school jazz band) or he’s that one first chair jazz trumpet who screlts all over the place

i could definitely see emu playing tuba just because she’s like that, but i could also totally see her being just the most insane batshit flute player you’ve ever seen in your life. like she makes sounds on the flute you didnt even know were possible to make. she absolutely marches piccolo and its the only high woodwind you’re able to hear on the field. i could see her playing the most random instruments too, like the harmonica or bongos.

i really wanna give nene clarinet because nene is my favorite character in pjsk and i play clarinet, and honestly i think it really fits. she’s definitely a woodwind player and i could see her playing flute as well but i think clarinet fits better. she’s probably like second or third chair and is so incredibly desperate to be first chair but there’s just that one person who’s better. i could also totally see her being the tired as shit drum major who is living off of two cans of monster and vending machine candy.

rui probably plays bass clarinet or bari sax, one of those cool instruments that has a lower sound and supports the band but isn’t a standout soloist like a trumpet or clarinet. rui would also be a drum major alongside nene and they’d be the absolute funniest duo to watch conduct. rui could also totally be in front ensemble and play vibes. he’d probably be center vibe because he’s just Like That

#not a quote #asks #project sekai #wonderlands x showtime #tsukasa tenma #emu otori #nene kusanagi #rui kamishiro

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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 5 months

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astute followers of the Wild and Wacky Adventures of Em the Jumped-Up Busker will note that i did not have anything unhinged to share yesterday. however this was not due to a lack of Moments. au contraire, there were simply so many Moments that i collapsed directly into bed and knocked out as soon as i returned to my apartment

ACT 1: the practice room

curtain opens. i am taking a break in a practice room about an hour before rehearsal (read: scrolling through tumblr) with the third movement of the bach concerto in a minor on the piano

am just about to give up on practicing and go eat my snack (makeshift charcuterie board comprised of prosciutto and cheese) somewhere on the ground floor when someone raps on the door.

i whip around, hastily burying the evidence (closed tumblr), to find my favorite honors professor/newest section member squinting in at me through the tiny window in the door

i open the door for her and tell her i was just about to leave to have a snack. she then goes ‘you can eat in here. i wanted to see what you were working on’, takes out her violin, and starts playing my solo rep better than i’ll ever play it

‘last time i played this was thirty years ago,’ she says to me, matter of fact

also mentions to me: ‘i saw the assistant principal viola in my class. got startled! they never talk to me…’

me: ‘i’m not really sure you realize that you’re kind of intimidating to people.’

ate honorsprofessor: ‘me? really?’

me: ‘yes! (somehow received some boldness in the moment) you even intimidate me, sometimes’

ate honorsprofessor, shooting me an affectionately exasperated look: ‘em, you would be intimidated by a mouse.’

I MEAN????????? WHAJAHWJWHAKAHAKWIWOAIOW?????????????? READ FOR FILTH???????

tl;dr 1: apparently got harana-d by ate honorsprofessor

ACT 2: rehearsal

tita conductor begins rehearsal by advertising the choirs’ concert the following week (she also directs them on top of the 1937017292820281 other things she’s been doing in the department for god knows how long)

pointedly finishes off with ‘and if any of you are ever interested in singing, let me know; i find that my instrumentalists who also sing bring a lot of knowledge with them, and it can do nothing but good for you here. i treasure my instrumentalist singers with my heart’

[harp noises to signal a flashback to the past][echoing voiceover from f1 journalist asking a question at the 2014 abu dhabi grand prix: ‘gentlemen, a short view back to the past…’]

in the google form for audition sign-ups we were asked to name any previous ensemble experience. not knowing that tita conductor also was in charge of the choirs, i put down my single year of high school choir as an alto 2

my (zoom) audition was. interesting. tita conductor thought i took my slow movement of the handel sonata in d major too slow. i tried to justify my tempo. until i realized i was contradicting an Authority Figure, immediately felt a wave of Asian Shame, shut my mouth, and instantly thought i had fucked my chances of getting a spot

at that point i just remember something clicking inside me, a feeling of serenity like nothing i had ever experienced before, and a voice telling me, ‘you’re not going to get it. just play.’

i was so dead set thinking that i’d screwed up that i was genuinely surprised that she offered me a spot—even more so when she immediately followed it up by beaming at me and saying ‘great! now would you like to sing for me?’

i spluttered at her for what felt like several hours before saying what i thought was ‘sorry, come again?’ but came out as ‘uh huh whuh?’

tita conductor: i have here that you’ve done choir :)

me: umm. i’m not really prepared for that… and i can only fit one ensemble into my schedule

tita conductor: oh. well, okay :(

[harp noises to signal a return to the present]

i very assiduously avoid eye contact.

other tita conductor rehearsal moments:

‘i am a very good human metronome’

[misjudges how much podium she has left and accidentally totters off of it while trying to cue] ‘oops, gone overboard!’

[screws up a few things in rapid succession] ‘ooh, i could have been much better at conducting that, sorry! (adds, sotto voce) it is very important for your conductor to admit when they’re wrong.’

‘Seconds!’ [we play a thing] ‘YES, seconds!’

ACT 3: rehearsal, the aftermath

as everyone clears up, principal viola approaches me to discuss a bowing for the brahms. assistant principal viola (one of my friends in orchestra) is also hanging around to watch

principal viola has discussed bowing with me once before, for the mendelssohn; their ideas are usually sensible and they seem more experienced than me (master’s student)

they propose that at rehearsal tempo (excessively slow) we take two bows in a phrase that usually takes one (i have been doing it on one bow even at the rehearsal tempo. because i slow down my bow.)

they also tell me that i have been cuing in with the first violins on a spot where we, in fact, do not come in with the first violins (i.e. a beat early). the latter of which i immediately write in, embarrassed.

ate honorsprofessor wanders up behind me as i discuss with principal viola, and as we continue to talk, tita conductor comes over, looks at what we’re doing, hurries off to grab her score, and puts herself between me and my stand, effectively putting me in a middle-aged woman sandwich

tita conductor: ‘i see my predecessor—and this is probably thirty years ago—has put bow markings in parentheticals breaking that into two, so i’m not sure…’

me: ‘oh, no that was me. i just wrote that in now.’

tita conductor: ‘oh. well… why?’

she hears out principal viola and says ‘could you not just… bow slower?’ LANWJWKWHWJS HELP???? but also yeah. i would just bow slower. it’s harder to unlearn bowings later on

ate honorsprofessor pipes up: ‘i like putting that whole phrase on an up bow instead of a down, so the next phrase comes lighter’ and demonstrates

i make a note of it (i still have not yet decided anything about that btw.)

principal viola: and also i was just saying that they come in with the firsts when they don’t

tita conductor: [silently points to the note i made in the margins that says ‘NOT with V.1’

me, panicking: ‘oh i wrote that in. just now.’

tita conductor: [turns back to look at me, smiling gently] ‘no, i’m saying it’s very good. it’s good to make a note of that.’

we wrap up our discussion and i begin heading back to my stuff

ate honorsprofessor is still fucking around with the third movement of the bach in a minor and teases as i approach ‘look what you did, em 🙄🙄🙄’

i get the distinct feeling i should play along and protest ‘excuse me!! what did i do!!’

ate honorsprofessor, playing right back: ‘oh you Know what you did!’

me: ‘i absolutely do not! i don’t know anything i’ve done since… october 2!’ (when i got offered the position)

ate honorsprofessor: ‘well, what about what you did january 11, huh?’

me, now genuinely confused: ‘wait, what happened january 11?’

ate honorsprofessor: ‘are you serious? honors 150. first day of class. when i met you.’

atehonorsprofessor then tells assistant principal viola about us playing the bach double together earlier this year

now you may be wondering, where is tita conductor throughout all this?

well, she was very interestedly examining the wall near the door to the early keyboards room, which opens off the rehearsal hall.

so, eavesdropping. as usual.

tl;dr 2: too many things had happened in the space of three hours and i was in no state to go to my last class of the day so i instead fed the assistant principal viola some of my beef stew and skipped class

if you managed to get to the bottom of this you deserve a prize idk.

i served yesterday btw.

#em jumped up busker #LIKE OHHH MY GODDD. WHAT THE FUCK WAS YESTERDAY 😭😭😭

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kixi-draws · 1 month

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@charlotte-lancer I am preemptively drawing fanart of your au idea to force you to write it.

Image description: a multimedia drawing of Ingo from Pokémon Black and White standing with one leg propped up on a wooden box, looking up at the moon. Ingo is wearing his regular outfit of a black conductor hat, and black coat with reddish horizontal stripes on the lower half and a blue armband on his left arm. He is carrying a scrap of red and white fabric in the hand visible to the viewer. Ingo is drawn in marker on paper. The back ground has been added digitally, and is very sparsely detailed. The lower third of the background is green, with a few strands of grass. The middle third is brown, with a few cobblestones or bricks outlined to imply a road or path. The upper third is a dark blue sky, with a crescent moon in the top left corner, and two outlines of skyscrapers in the lower right area of the blue.

#pokemon #ingo #kixidraws #ohuhumarkers #not a speed draw

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ihaveatheoryonthat · 2 years

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This is based on @blaiddraws Fulcrum AU. Albeit a slightly outdated version.

Unfortunately, it’s incomplete and I likely won’t return to it for two reasons: I wasn’t satisfied with how it was going in the first place, and my interpretation ended up diverging substantially from their canon. Maybe I’ll take another stab at it someday, but for now this is what I’ve got ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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It was important to note that they hadn’t always been Reshiram and Zekrom.

Certainly, they’d been the ‘Vessels of Truth and Ideals’ their entire lives, but it hadn’t meant anything until Team Plasma reared its head. Emmet got prickly about white lies. Ingo was sensitive to dark thoughts. That was that, and they dealt with it the way generations before them had.

But theirs was the first generation to see the dragons awake-- to understand why the title [bequeathed] to the Hero’s [surviving] line was ‘vessel’ rather than ‘emissary’. It had been a steep learning curve, but one of the qualities to look for in a conductor was the ability to keep a level head in times of crisis. All there was to say on the matter was that they’d gotten through it.

Nobody else had to know that Ingo spent several days a year brushing out his twin’s shed fur, or that, technically, Emmet’s clutter of Joltik served a medical purpose now, feeding off of the excess charge that thunderstorms built up beneath his brother’s scales. They’d long since gotten used to it all.

Which was why it took Emmet completely off-guard to wake up with a) his head pillowed on his arms and also b) fur.

That wasn’t right.

What the heck.

He was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything to make that happen… unless Ingo had been telling the truth when he claimed [spoiling a Pokemon] had been Emmet sleepwalking. At the time, it had the subtle bite of a lie made in jest, but in hindsight, Emmet couldn’t help but wonder. He looked around the apartment, just in case, but everything was exactly the way he’d left it before his nap.

Slowly, over the course of the afternoon, he came to the conclusion that it must have been his brother’s fault. Emmet had been asleep, and all of the evidence suggested he’d stayed put the entire time, which meant he had an alibi. The only logical answer was that his twin had royally screwed up somewhere over the course of his errands; impressive as the [end results] were, Ingo was in for it once Emmet furreted out the exact nature of the [incident].

He didn’t spare a thought as to why he’d also been affected, so far away from the inciting incident. It was just common sense. They triggered subtle changes in themselves-- and, therefore, one another-- at least once a week out of excitement alone. Just Tuesday, he’d had to pat his budding muzzle down in the face of [idk], and looked over to find scandalized eyes peering out at him from behind the edge of a collar.

So, while Emmet couldn’t help but wonder, he had an idea what might have happened.

His money was on [idk].

Emmet’s claws slipped against his Xtransceiver’s casing, and he let it clatter to the table. Navigating its functions had been far more difficult than it had any right to be, and Ingo hadn’t even bothered to answer for his crimes once Emmet got the hang of it. Maybe he had his on silent. It would make sense-- while Emmet was here at home, stuck between forms, Ingo would be in a trickier situation out there in public. Hopefully he’d been out of the way when it happened.

He tried smoothing his fur down, hoping that the self-soothing might remedy the situation, but found no such luck-- despite himself, the fur along his neck bristled, undoing any [effect] the ministrations might have wrought.

And, as the hours passed, the inability to keep his fur flat turned into an anxious burn at the back of his throat. He all but pounced on his Xtransceiver when it finally rang.

Fumbling in his haste, he managed to pick up on the third ring-- after accidentally rejecting some manner of notification-- and immediately asked “What did you do?”

There was a long silence on the other end-- an oddity for his sibling-- and, impatient, he broke it.

“Ingo. What happened.”

A polite cough sounded, and then he was answered by a woman’s voice, “Out of an abundance of caution, can I ask who I’m speaking with?”

“I am Emmet,” He said automatically, before his brain caught up to what he was hearing; once it did, though, he found himself baring his teeth at the interloper. He glanced down at the Xtransceiver properly this time-- belatedly realizing he’d actually disabled video calls a moment prior-- to confirm the contact. Sure enough, it wasn’t a string of random numbers, but the single triangle he’d programmed in all those years ago. “That is not yours. Who are you?”

And that was how Emmet was introduced to the fact that Ingo was missing-- pokeballs and Xtransceiver left scattered in a side street for a random passerby to discover.

The question of what had happened redoubled in his mind, and he couldn’t go out and find answers, not like this. He couldn’t even visit the precinct to recover Chandelure and Garbodor. The thought smoldered, just as [keen] as the tension igniting on his palate.

He was only just recognizing the gaping void at his back, and he knew without further question that his current state hadn’t been a matter of harmless excitement. Something had happened to his brother, and he had slept through it. His twin was gone and he hadn’t noticed.

Furious with himself, but unable to lose any more family, Emmet’s shaking claws selected his next contact.

---

Elesa was worried, and it had only intensified the more she got involved. The first clue had been Emmet’s refusal to turn video calls on when he’d contacted her, forcing her to interpret his [anxiety] through the lens of word choice and sentence structure. It got substantially worse when she reached the eastern precinct and realized that Chandelure and Garbodor were actually secure in their pokeballs.

When she’d been asked to pick them up, she’d half expected them loose, separated from their trainer by a series of unavoidable coincidences, and finding that it wasn’t the case sent a spike of trepidation through her. The feeling solidified into dread as she was informed that, “The Xtransceiver is still considered evidence, so unfortunately I can’t return it to you.”

She’d nodded, lost and numb, as the officer continued on, explaining what Pokemon they were bringing out and the process for psychic tracking in missing persons cases.

It didn’t make sense; she’d seen Ingo just that morning. They’d chatted briefly about [idk] before getting their respective drink orders and splitting off for the day. That was only a few hours ago-- there was no way he could have vanished in that amount of time, was there?

Distantly, she recognized that Emmet hadn’t breathed a word about this, that he hadn’t already been there, which meant he didn’t know. If the officer had told him about Chandelure and Garbodor, why had she left the investigation out? Did it mean Elesa had to be the one to break the news?

One trembling hand tightened around Chandelure’s pokeball as she scaled the last set of stairs leading to the twins’ apartment, and she came to the [idk] conclusion that she didn’t know. She didn’t know how to even approach the subject. She didn’t know if she could get the words out.

For all of the fear already swirling in her, a new sour tinge was introduced as she knocked without an immediate answer.

“Emmet?” She called [feebly], trying again, and [idk] at the hesitant response that met her. “I have Chandelure and Garbodor. L-listen, there’s--”

“Something you should know.” Came muffled through the door, and she could’ve cried in relief if it hadn’t been for the anger that twisted into the [idk] of emotion settled in her core. He’d known? And he hadn’t told her?

He said something else, but she missed it, too consumed with the extremes warring for dominance-- and when the door clicked open, she didn’t wait. She barged in and rounded on her friend, unsure what exactly she was going to say, but knowing she had to get it out before it exploded in her chest. In the end, neither of those things happened. She ended up staring, lips parted in silent [?], as she tried to parse the sight in front of her.

“Yes. Well.” Said what was either Emmet or Reshiram, looking awkwardly to the side as he pushed the door shut and spent a few seconds longer than strictly necessary locking it.

Elesa released the death grip she had on the two pokeballs and transferred Chandelure’s to her opposite hand, gesturing wordlessly toward the humanoid mass of white fluff.

“This is what I need to speak with you about.”

Caught between such sentiments as ‘what the hell, dude’ and ‘what happened to you’, the only syllable to escape Elesa was a dumbfounded, “What.”

Emmet ignored it entirely in favor of taking Chandelure and Garbodor back; the latter he released without hesitation, but the former he rolled gently between his palms, expression calculating. Eventually, he sighed and stilled his hands, wrapping them gently around the capsule.

Garbodor, Elesa couldn’t help but notice, afforded him a brief, albeit confused, look and warbled [idk]. It was answered by a hushed, “I am fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

The poison type tapped her fingers together as she scanned the room, and crooned again.

“I am… uncertain. Not here.”

Aside from the initial once-over, there hadn’t been any shock or hesitation in Garbodor’s response; more to the point, that had been a direct response to an entirely incomprehensible question.

“Did you understand that?” Elesa asked, momentarily distracted from her [distress] by the sheer absurdity of what was going on before her.

Emmet hummed a mild affirmative and went back to staring at Chandelure’s pokeball, eager to keep his eyes on something that wasn’t staring back, “Yep. That is not new. We have understood them for several years.”

Helpless to formulate another response, Elesa fell back on her earlier [idk] of, “What?”

[…]

“I have been like this all afternoon. I have been Reshiram for a substantially longer time.”

---

Emmet was well aware that some history lived on only through folklore passed down in families. Much of their own [family’s] [lore] was oral tradition, told time and time again until each generation could recite it word for word, neither truth nor ideal warping with the passing of time; somehow, though, it had never occurred to him that he might find his answers in the meticulously curated history of a private practice.

The exact path he took to reach the terminal was a long and convoluted one, but half of pursuing truth was the refusal to back down and, ultimately, his determination landed him at the doorstep of the original Sinnohan settlers.

In this particular matter, his appearance only smoothed the way, and it wasn’t so much longer before he found himself handling the edges of a weathered photograph. Under different circumstances, the ancient Sneasel it depicted would have been an object of great fascination. For now, however, Emmet couldn’t care less. His eyes stayed affixed to the figure beside it, gauging the contrast between crisp black scales and dark, worn fabric.

Even beneath the veneer of Zekrom, Ingo looked incredibly tired.

It was both a relief and a[n ?] to finally have confirmation that his brother had been affected just as he had. [Relief] in that he wasn’t alone in this, that he wouldn’t be the sole reason they couldn’t match-- but [?] for how Ingo might have been received because of it. He’d been lucky enough to remain in Unova, where people already recognized and trusted him-- or at least his skill, and the [idk] that Reshiram represented. It was difficult to imagine starting anew without so much as a human face.

[...]

The Gliscor, however, was a surprise. Excadrill, Haxorus, Crustle and Archeops had been their friends since childhood-- well before the both of them inherited the dragons’ type vulnerabilities-- and had long since earned their trust. Gigalith had been a somewhat more recent acquisition, but knowing the circumstances meant that they could impress upon it how imperative it was to [idk]. As much as the Pokemon played into their little game of Collateral Damage Earthquake, they took great pains to ensure nobody was actually hurt.

Undoubtedly, the Gliscor would also be trained to his brother’s exacting standards, but paranoia pinged at Emmet regardless. The Clan’s stories implied that Ingo’s memory was woefully incomplete. How much did he understand about himself? Did he know the threat an untrained Mud-Bomb posed to him? It was common sense that you wanted to avoid being hit with a move, if at all possible, but knowing the stakes was an important part of [???]. Despite the perks of this in-between state, they lacked the null typing of other humans and the resilience of natural-born Pokemon, which made super effective moves a threat worth paying attention to.

---

At this altitude, the Coronet Highlands weren’t blanketed in snow, but it was a very near thing. The mountain, not so far off, was draped in a mantle of white, and the chill resounded, even through Emmet’s fur. Occasionally a few flakes would fall from the cloud cover above, melting as soon as they landed on his person, but even when the icy water managed to seep down through his undercoat, it barely warranted a twitch of the nose. Cold only went skin deep when one was a fire type.

He huffed in irritation, exhaling a [cloud] of steam as [idk], and tried not to focus on the matter of type advantages; it had been bad enough slogging through the [idk] of the Alabaster Icelands, imagining what the trip might have been like without an internal pilot light to burn away the worst of it. Though lacking any true resistance, he’d been able to endure. He didn’t need to dwell on how it might have felt with a full-blown vulnerability.

The Highlands were better, at least. Still cold. Still overcast. Honestly, now that Emmet was here to judge the circumstance himself, he surprised to hear how active his twin had been according to the folklore. Between the cold and the lack of sunlight, any self-respecting, non-fire-type dragon would be three paces away from hibernation. There had been Nimbasan winters where Emmet had been on constant [idk] duty just to chase off the threat of torpor, and those days were mild in comparison.

Silently, he resolved to [reclaim] the [duty? Responsibility?] once he tracked Ingo down. He didn’t care how ridiculous it looked, he was going to drape himself over his brother either until the scales radiated his own warmth back at him, or something physically pried him off. It was entirely possible that both conditions would need to be met before considered it.

[...]

Despite being a single vocalization, there were layers to the word, leaving him uncertain what he really heard.

“...Emmet?”

“...Reshiram?”

When it came down to it, it didn’t matter which one was uttered to the world at large. The underlying message was there, and it was… so much more than Emmet could have hoped for. Ingo had never seen him like this, and had no memory of him from before, but something still shone through. Truth, perhaps, stoked by its avatar’s presence? Or maybe Ideals, finally cracking the ice?

“I am both! Yep!”

[...]

While there was a beat of confusion, it was very much not hesitation, and he automatically moved to accommodate. It was one thing to have his other half again, to finally see that aching void stitched shut. It was something else entirely to hold his brother for the first time in years. There was no doubt which took precedence-- because yes, he was Reshiram now, but he’d been Emmet first.

[...]

“You’re so warm.” He said with a strange intensity, like the concept had never occurred to him before.

[...]

He would grant the Pearl Clan this much: they had certainly tried to combat the cold on Ingo’s behalf. The tunic was thicker than he’d given it credit for-- better at retaining heat-- and someone had gone to the trouble of tailoring it to accommodate wings without leaving it open to the elements. Between that effort, the much-abused greatcoat, and what he could spot of the long sleeved undershirt, it was a decent layer of protection. Not nearly enough, but likely the best they could have done under the circumstances.

---

“Ah,” He said in a voice so small Emmet almost didn’t recognize it as being Ingo’s, “Then our current state is my fault. I’m… very sorry to have caused the [trouble/inconvenience].”

Emmet stared at him for several seconds, and then grabbed him by the face, just to drive home how seriously he was taking this. “Do not apologize. It happened because you refused to be taken without a fight. Even if it was unable to prevent [idk] in that moment, it was a worthy ideal.”

#ihaveatheoryonthat pkmn #submas #writing scraps

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1up-girl · 8 months

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Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

Tagged by @michpat6 and @zeldaelmo! Thank you both!

Fic with the most hits: Reverdie, a music inspired piece with lots of pre-Calamity pining and smut of course! Was in a choir one day thinking about how both awkward and oddly intimate it can be watching someone work with a conductor and thus this was born.

Second most kudos: Fragmentation, a smutty post-BOTW one-shot. A rainy day drinking game leads to some revelations.

Third most comments: Tacet. Tacet is sort of my oddball child beacuse I literally posted the first chapter without knowing exactly what it was going to be LOL. Like it could have been two chapters (will not be the case) but could end up being like 7. Who can say, not me that's or sure. We're riding the vibes out for this one.

Fourth most bookmarks: A Song of Storms. This is a "House of the Dragon" inspired AU that @deiliamedlini and I have been working on since like, last December! We were watching the episode where Rhaenyra runs off into the forest and Ser Criston runs after her and our Zelink brains started working overtime. No, you don't need to be a Game of Thrones fan to read. :)

Fifth most words: Duet. NOT ZELDA! Shocking! This is actually a Neon Genesis Evangelion piece and was technically my first smut, but it was less focused on the romantic aspect and more about the struggles of adolescence and the exploration of those feelings that can be really intimidating as a teen.

Least amount of words: Findng and Keeping. (still over 5,000 tho lol) Post-Calamity one-shot, no smut. Link and Zelda sort of dealing with the trauma of it all. I loved working on this, so so much.

I think a lot of folks have been tagged already so if you have not consider this me tagging u

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Here it is! Piñata Gardener Au Fic!

This is Chapter One and also I should have mentioned this isn't a fic of its own bit at the same time it is.

You can learn more if you check the tag for the au.

Basically it is in a book on wattpad as a chapter but knowing not many people may use wattpad. I use it because it's not as active.

This is also my first kinda fic so it may be a little off since I stopped working on it for a while and only just now started again on it.

Okay first of all it should probably already be known by now, b!4nksh!ppers and pr0sh!ppers do not interact or touch my stuff, I got a habit of checking notes.

Alright here we go!

Chapter One - Somewhere New

Crashes of waves and calls of wildlife, seemed out of place.

The last and only thing Ingo could remember was being on the subway with his brother.

Sand was in his mouth, nose, and eyes, why was he on a beach? Could he have fallen asleep? Was it a dream? It felt way too real to be a dream.

The sand looked to have patterns in it, but it only got weirder when he was able to take in his surroundings.

Everything was so colorful and full of life, it was odd. But it soon hit him, where was Emmet?

"Emmet? Em? Bro? He's not here... did he, no he couldn't have. Knowing Emmet he must have gone up ahead"

It was warm, climate seemed to be tropical based on the vegetation.

Who knew if it was an island or a larger land mass, he needed to find out.

"I mustn't derail, I need to get to the bottom to this"

It didn't seem to difficult to make his way through it seemed there was already a path, that seemed to be used. So that could mean that there might be inhabitants, but the question is are they friend or foe.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw what could be a sawsbuck but it looked different, was it some regional variant.

It seemed to be more plump but also a hot pink, purplish blue with a yellow underbelly. It ran off before he could even get a good look.

"I am definitely not in unova anymore... and I highly doubt this is alola either"

He encountered a path that seemed to be man-made with could mean there was people here. In-between the two paths was a sign post.

One sign pointed right, no words but a picture. An apple tree with a odd looking pokemon that looked like a colorful mudstale but was it?

The other sign pointing left was hard to figure out what it was. It looked like a strange pokemon with a green patterned skin, like some kind of politoad.

Looking down both paths he didn't know which to chose for who knew what could be waiting.

"An apple might be a sign of an orchard, meaning there might be people, but if they are friendly to foreigners..."

Ingo started on his path, he set his destination and started forward.

But where was Emmet in this time, well on the other side of the island. Passed out in a tree.

"...I- I am Emmet and everything hurts, arc it hurts..."

It seems that he made a rough landing hitting a tree possibly falling.

"Oh I think I may have broke a rib... ow-"

Finally coming to he started to realize that he wasn't in a subway car anymore.

"Sqwak?"

"Hmm, what is that?"

Over on what looked like a banana tree sat a black and white papery parrot, it tilted it's head curious of this random person.

(Okay cutting in, thing about viva pinata, piñatas look different in several ways, before they are tame they are black and white, they get color after being tamed)

"Is that some kind of chatot?"

A second one flew in as well as a third. Next thing Emmet knew there was a whole tree of these strange looking pokemon.

(Adding as pokemon since they (the brothers) do not know that these aren't pokemon yet)

He felt almost intimidated by the flock staring him down.

"Hey, how about we be nice and maybe have a small chat, I will walk this way and you stay there?" He said pointing behind him and slowly walking backwards.

Snap!

The flock started to swarm the conductor, holding his hat to his head.

"Ahh! I said peacefully, peacefully!"

Sprinting through the grass, the parrots grabbed and pecked at him. Guess they didn't like strangers.

He couldn't see where he was going there were too many, suddenly the ground collapsed below him.

"Whoa!"

Expecting a hard, painful landing, Emmet was met with a safety net of a web.

He could see a bit from the light the hole above him gave, looked like a mineshaft, overflowing with webs.

Scuttling sounds could be heard from the darkness, coupled by a squeak.

It seemed the scuttling was getting closer to him, he could move, whatever the web was made of it was sticky like glue.

"Oh no, no no no no, oh this isn't good"

It grew closer.

"Please, I'm verrry sorry for intruding into your home-"

He could finally see it, what had approached him. It was small, with patterns all over its body, which it's body looked like a squash. It didn't seem hostile.

"Eee?"

"You're actually kinda cute, you think you can help me out of your web?"

The papery creature scuttled up onto the web and positioned itself between the web and the young conductor. Another one of them came to help as well and then another.

The strange little creatures managed to get Emmet unstuck from their webs. Which was quite nice of them.

"Thank you, I'm verrry pleased that you where able to help me"

"Meep! Mee!" One of them chirped.

"Such strange pokemon..."

One the other side of the island, Ingo had made it to the orchard. The trees and apples were patterned just like everything else.

He decided to pick an apple, despite the fact he knew someone might and would get upset if someone messed with there crop.

The walk was quite long, and he needed energy, so it wouldn't hurt if he just took one.

As soon as the apple came off the branch, what sounded like a herdier came barking. But instead of a herdier was this light blue dog like creature and following being was a kid.

"Bark Bark! Wait up!"

"Bark Bark? That's a strange name?" He thought.

The light blue creature slide to a stop in front of him and barked which wasn't all that intimidating.

"Bark Bark what is up with- " the kid slide to a stop and gasped before lunging for the blue paper creature.

" You're not here to steal our apples are you!" The kid shouted.

" No, not in any way on that same track have you seen a man who looks like me but wears white"

The kid didn't reply, the Bark Bark squirmed in the arms of the child, as they stared at the conductor.

"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers, besides you're trespassing, do you work for professor pester?"

"What? No, I am simply asking for direction so I can locate my brother, also who is this professor pester?"

"Fine, follow me I'll lead you out of the orchard. We'll walk and talk"

"Well then all aboard"

"You are a strange person..."

It seemed that there where locals but if they where all like this kid, finding out more about this strange place will be difficult.

"Professor Pester is this islands biggest villain, he and his gang of ruffians have been terrorizing and destroying gardens for almost twenty years or so. Piñata Island is a place where the piñatas on the main land come from, or at least the creature piñatas do..."

"So they are not pokemon..."

"Pokémon? I think you've been playing way to many video games... or maybe you don't go out much"

"Pokemon... video games?"

"There are these kids in my class that talk about it non-stop, they say alot of stuff I don't understand. Island has access to internet, and TV broadcasts from the mainland. And over sometime we had more and more trade come in, we have more stores and services"

"I'm definitely not in my own world anymore..."

"I've seen some clips and stuff while walking by and seen some of the characters... also nice train guy cosplay..."

"I regret to inform you this isn't a cosplay, this is my uniform"

The kid didn't respond but gave the conductor a side eye and confused look.

"What do you mean? It's clearly a cosplay" the kid said reaching for the conductor's sideburn and pulling on it.

"Ow! What was that for" ingo exclaimed.

"It... it didn't come off..." The kid looked shocked, " you're... you're real..."

"Of course I'm a real person young man, but I don't see why you had to do that"

"This is just like that show my sister use to watch... videogames coming into real life..." the kid muttered.

Finally at the orchard front, the kid cleared their throat to speak.

"Well, here we are just down that road you will find the village, talk to Arthur maybe he can help you, just look for Arthur's inn you can't miss it"

"I greatly appreciate you help young man, thank you"

"Yeah, sure thing"

Kid seemed a bit rude but who could blame him, he just trying to protect the orchard.

"Right back on track, I shall be at a new terminal right on schedule!"

(Saw a tumblr post on how to write the brothers dialog and I find it quite helpful)

One the other hand Emmet had made some new friends.

"I am Emmet, and I'm am verrry thankful for your assistance helping me, you think you can guide me out and put me back on track?"

The small arachnid tilted it's head, it didn't seem to understand. But the attention was pulled away from something approaching.

"Oh that's not a good thing"

"A person?" A voice called out.

"Hello?" He responded back.

What he saw made him think he was looking into a mirror, the person looked like his brother but also not.

"Uhhhh"

"Huh?"

"Welp, this is the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me" replied the look alike.

The man he saw look just like him but with a much smaller smile and light blond hair instead of platinum. He also looked younger.

"I'm Emmet and you look verrry strangely similar to me and even my brother... you're not some evil other worldly version, are you?"

"Dude, did you get stung in the head by a buzzlegum?"

"What is a buzzlegum?"

"Oh boy... uh let's see here... name's Oswald, or Ossie for short"

"Ah, as said before I am Emmet, I am a subway boss"

"You know weird thing is, I know it just a cosplay and your just playing part but it seemed quite real"

"Sorry to intervene but this is my uniform, it's not a cosplay. Also what do you mean by cosplay?"

"You dress like the character from the game, bud"

"What do you mean by game?"

Emmet seemed to be confused, where those creatures that helped him not pokemon?

"Okay, odd question but how did you get here?"

"Reallly not sure how. I was on the subway with my brother then the next thing I knew I was here. I also don't know what here is?"

Ossie turned away, and muttered to himself," that must have been the power spikes... ahem".

"From all I can tell you, you're not in your world anymore"

"What may you mean by that?"

"Well, to some here you appear like you're from the mainland, but have very odd clothes as well. Sorry I tend to ramble..."

"No need to apologize. It's verrry much similar to how me and my brother inform passengers about our station!"

"Thank you so kindly for assuring me, as it may seem there must have been an interdimentional vortex, or wormhole, for short. And it must have pierced you're dimension and sucked you in to ours"

"Quite interesting! Does stuff like this happen often?"

"No actually, there's only so much that we know about quantum physics, let alone our very solar system!"

So interdimentional travel, guess he wasn't in some strange new region.

It was still verrry confusing for Emmet but what about his brother?

Music and chatter slowly faded in, as a small town came into view.

"Finally I had reached the terminal, hopefully I can gather some information to help me on my way"

It was almost like as soon as he entered eyes where right on him. Many it felt like judging eyes.

A few people could be seen shopping or talking in front or inside shops. Some kids where outside playing on a familiar gaming system. One of them had looked up and made eye contact with the conductor who had no idea where to go next.

With shock the kid tapped their friend on the shoulder. The friend looked to his friend who pointed to the conductor and the kid's jaw dropped open in surprise.

Signs didn't seem to have words but images, it seemed like it was gonna be difficult finding Arthur's Inn. He could ask around but it seemed everyone seemed quite new to his presence.

He heard some steps approaching from behind. He turned to see a older lady with objects strung into her dreadlocks, with an orange mask, blue apron and quite a few accessories.

"Aw a new cus- I mean visitor from the main land, you are from the main land right" she said, sounded quite enthusiastic. She seemed to be a merchant.

"Uh I'm not really sure, something tells me that this mainland isn't the land where I departed from"

"Well you do look a bit different from foreigners we usually see"

"I was wonder where I could find Arthur's Inn?"

"You can find Arthur just down the way"

"Thank you, may I now continue on my track-"

"Hey not so fast buddy" she said grabbing the back of his coat collar.

"Miss I mustn't derail or a may not be able to reach a terminal"

"Well here at costalotts information doesn't exactly come cheap, if you have any chocolate coins you can deposit them and be on your way!"

"Pay for information!" Ingo exclaimed.

"Sorry pal, but those are the rules of the shop"

"I don't have chocolate coins, I only have Pokéyen... about maybe 1500?"

"Pokéyen, sounds quite foreign-"

The shop woman was stopped mid-sentance, but a brunette in leaf themed clothing.

"Okay, Lottie that's quite enough. This man is really needing to be on his way" she said pushing Ingo along to get away from the shop woman.

The shop woman groaned and went back inside her shop. Ingo saw this as an opportunity to thank the young woman.

"Thank you for helping me, miss..."

"I'm Leafos, I help the gardeners of the island and potential visitors"

He stood aside and held out his hand.

"Why thank you miss Leafos, sorry for the unscheduled meeting, I am Ingo, a subway boss..."

Leafos shook his hand, "well it's nice to meet you Ingo, you know we have someone named Patchingo who is a Piñata doctor here on this island!"

This Leafos gal seems to be quite more welcoming then the other islanders he has met so far.

"Oh, I think I may have derailed once again. If you could, where may I find Arthur's Inn?"

"Just down the street right there"

"Thank you"

"No problem, do stay safe and have a good rest of your day!"

It was nice for there to be someone who didn't just judge him.

Finally at the entrance of the inn, a bell chimed when he opened the door. A figure who he think must be Arthur stood a receptionist desk going though a guest list.

"Welcome to Arthur's inn! A place where you can get a great night's sleep as well as the best milk and cookies!" Arthur exclaimed before look up to see his new customer.

"You sir, you do seem a bit lost is there anything I can help you with?"

The subway boss didn't reply immediately, but was confused. Arthur, appeared to have a keg for a head that also moved as he talked.

"Pardon me if I come off as rude but is the keg your..."

"Ah this, its a mask as well as part of my work uniform! Here I'll take off the mask to make it easier"

(In the games we never really see the town people without the masks so these might also count as headcanon)

Arthur, without the mask appeared to be freckled man with a small beard. This put a thought into the conductor's head, does everyone here wear a mask and how do the mask move with the persons face.

"So what can I do for you?" Arthur asked.

"Well, my brother and I run a subway in Nimbasa City in Unova and some how we ended up here on this island, I mean I think he's here. I just have a feeling he could be, but I think were not in our own world anymore..."

"Sorry, not sure what I can do to help you there... what does he look like?"

"Exactly like me, we're twin brothers, we'll he looks almost exactly like me. My brother tends to smile more then I do and instead of a black uniform, he wears white" Ingo Explained.

"Alright, we'll have one of the night watchlings look out for him"

"Might I ask what is a Watchling?"

"Watchlings are helpers. They help gardeners deal with wild and sour piñatas as well as ruffians. Kalum will keep an eye out for tonight!"

Out of a room shifting about was this young man with short buzz cut hair and glasses. He seemed to be wearing a long sweater with overalls.

He only took a small glance at Ingo before shuffling over to Arthur to be given instruction. After Arthur gave who Ingo could only presume is Kalum, the boy looked to the conductor and then stepped outside.

"Don't worry, Kalum's a good kid he'll keep an eye out for your brother" Arthur explained as he put his mask back on,"also you can stay here for tonight"

"Thank you sir for the offer but, I don't think I have the currency that is used on this island, I can't possibly pay for a room"

"No need to worry, I'll put it on a tab for you so you can pay it at another time for when you do have the currency"

"Oh, thank you"

"No problem also your room will be the second door on the left"

"Thank you"

"Also when you mentioned subways it made be remember when I visited some family in Manhattan, place has a huge subway system"

"That is quite interesting..."

"Alright, I'll let you go and get some rest, maybe someone else found your brother and is also helping him out"

Ingo thought to himself, that could happen but it is likely.

Entering his room it seemed quite homely. The walls were a smoothed apple wood with a colorful tile floor. The bed had a quilt on it, covered in patterns and patches. A TV sat in a dresser next to a vase of bright colored flowers.

Ingo could help but flop down in the bed a sigh, when until he felt something fall from his coat. He sat up to see what it was, it was a pokeball. Pressing the button on the device it popped open.

"Chandalure!" The pokemon exclaimed.

It looked around at the new surroundings, before looking at its trainer.

"Lure?"

"I don't know either were we are, I think we need to investigate this place more, and find Emmet where ever he may be. But I don't think we are in our own world anymore"

"Chanda..."

"All we can hope is that he is somewhere safe... or somewhere close we need to find how we got here"

He was tried, verrry tired. But it seemed Oswald knew what he was doing. Finally out of the tree line they came to a small town, there were a few houses and shops.

This meant that if this island is big enough there might be more towns.

"That there is the flower shop and there is my grandpa's marketplace, not many people come here but it is for delivery"

"Quite a small place you have here, yep quite small, not to be rude if I came off as so" Emmet replied.

"Well it had been hard since my grandmother- moved on from this life. It's just me, my parents, grandpa, and the Westles"

"Westles? Who are they?"

"They sell garden supplies for the gardeners in the area"

"Gardeners, why would there be gardeners on an island"

"The gardeners help provide piñatas for piñata central, you see that mountain over there. You see that building that is piñata central. When a piñata is need for a party or event, gardeners will send there piñata to piñata central were they are sent out to the main lands, and after that party or event, they are sent back and fixed up and ready to go"

"Wait so, those spiders were piñatas, I thought you were joking at first but wow I have soooo many questions now!"

"I think we might need to hold off on questions until tomorrow, besides it will be your first day as a gardener!" Oswald said.

"I am Emmet and I am not a gardener, I am a subway boss, besides I don't even know where my brother is" The young conductor added.

"Well, you won't be able to manage with trains here, gardening is kinda the way to go since you don't exactly have an certification here on the island" Oswald explained.

"You mean I need to create a garden?"

"Yeah... kinda... almost it use to be my best friends garden but-"

"Bestfriend? Why did they abandon it? Did something bad happen?"

Oswald didn't answer but changed the subject before anything else could happen.

"I'm sure gramps will be fine with you staying for a bit..."

The outside looked like a trailer park house, but it looked a little nicer than one. The inside was neat, it looked almost like those houses from the 70's. Photo portraits and other miscellaneous objects hung on the walls.

"Gramps, I'm back also I have someone staying over!" The researcher called out.

"Os my boy, it better not be another sales person trying to take the store now-" a voice replied followed by the thumping of a cane from the kitchen.

The man wore a mask that looked a bit like a owl mask, had a plaid shirt with suspenders holding up a pair of dress pants.

"Heh you kinda look a bit like Oswald here with those side burns, what's your name son?" The old man asked.

"I am Emmet, Emmet Trayen!" Emmet Replied

"Well, Emmet you can sleep out here in the living room. Sorry it ain't much but we hope you're doing okay if not we'll help you in any way we can. Ya from the mainland?" Oswald's grandfather asked.

"Well I- yes and I think I may have gotten separated from my twin brother in the process"

"If he somehow ended up on the island he'll show up, probably in one of the towns" the old man reassured.

"There should be a quilt in the cupboard under the TV, all I can say is don't mind Hootyfruity"

"H-Hootyfruity? What's that?"

*Hoo!*

On top of a bookshelf sat a colorful owl like piñata. It look like a Noctowl but much more rectangular.

"Is that?"

"That's Clara, don't worry she won't pay you any mind" Oswald's grandpa explained.

In a new place, living in a small little- well it's not really a town more like a settlement. Being in a completely different world then his own, and he knew he wasn't alone. Something came to mind, falling and two identical rifts. He had this feeling like a gut feeling that tomorrow something would happen, something he wouldn't expect.

The house grew quite all but for the creaks of the old building, the ticking of the grandfather clock and the crickets chirping outside.

Couch was comfortable, thankfully and it seemed that the piñata was asleep, despite being an owl.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I will go to that town and see if anyone had seen Ingo, someone had got to have seen him... I hope"

End of chapter one.

Sorry if it had too much dialog and that it was pretty long. You can ask me questions about the au, ask box is always open!

#opossumrambles #pokemon #submas #sh!ppers dni #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #submas au #submas fanfic #its a crossover fanfic #piñata gardener au #subway twins

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ninjadeathblade · 6 months

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twenty two)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 350

Warnings: None

Author's notes: Didn't plan on the story taking this turn but here we are!

"They're finally all asleep," Roxie sighed, leaning in the doorway of the front room.

"I could've helped," Conductor pointed out with a shrug.

Grooves glanced over at his friend, a strange fluttery feeling catching in his chest.

"I can deal with my kids. Besides-" Roxie raised a hand, a few old tapes in it. "-you wouldn't have let me bring these down if I'd let you upstairs."

"No."

"Grooves, wanna see Conductor when he was at his theatre club as a kid?" Roxie asked with a smirk.

"Well, I'll admit, I'm kinda curious," Grooves said.

Conductor shot him a quick glare before looking back at Roxie.

"Fine, put it on," Conductor conceded, lying down more on the sofa and resting his head on Grooves' chest.

"Connie, don't be embarrassed," Grooves whispered, holding onto his hand.

"I was a two-bit talent back then," Conductor said, squeezing Grooves' flipper tighter.

"Shut up Dad. They were some of your best bits of acting. Better than what you put in your movies," Roxie argued, turning round to face Grooves.

"You've got a choice of three: Hamilton, Phantom of the Opera, or something that's just got a drawing of a star. Pick your poison."

Conductor dashed across the room, snatching the third tape out of her hand and pocketing it into his dark coat.

"Where did you get that?" Conductor asked, hand shaking at his side as it clenched into a fist.

"Emily mailed it to me after Mum's death. She said to save it for when you had a friend over to share it with," Roxie explained, brow furrowed.

"Pecking Emily," Conductor swore, rushing out the room.

The front door slammed and Grooves got to his feet and watched as the owl charged back to the train outside.

"I don't even know what's on that tape. Emily gave specific instructions for Dad to see it with someone he considered a friend," Roxie murmured.

"Who's Emily?"

"One of Mum and Dad's old theatre club friends."

"I'm going to go check on him," Grooves decided.

"He probably won't be okay. Just… try to help him."

"Always."

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit conductor #the conductor #discotrain #ahit moulin rouge au #moulin rouge discotrain au #ahit the conductor #ahit au #ahit oc #ahit dj grooves #dj grooves

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akoiromanticstudent · 9 months

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#68 for the writer’s prompt?

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

[I'm exclusively a smut writer for Sigma x Reader, because I'm almost exclusively a smut reader of various ships/characters/fandoms of many years, an absolute degenerate - that being said...]

I have terrible creativity actually. I don't usually come up with original ideas, I'm often entirely riding off of others' ideas. But it seems to... it seems to depend on the version of Sigma that I'm writing.

There's a lot here, and smut-related elements are mentioned below the cut.

Professor Siebren de Kuiper - Most of my inspiration comes from The Historian, aka my music history professor, who is my favorite prof with whom I have the most close-to-flirtatious history, as their similarities is what drew me to Sigma in the first place. So... yeah, there is a good chunk of the way I write Professor Sigma that is literally just a proxy for the fantasies I've had about The Historian or other hot professors I've had - Suit and Tie having the most specific inspiration. I also have an amazing Professor Siebren/Professor Reader draft lurking that literally came from a shitpost-type comment that I cannot wait to write, because the premise is hilarious and the manifestation is hot as hell.

Cartographer Siebren de Kuiper - ENTIRELY based off of @pearsaregrossfightme and @mulberrycafe's Borrower!Reader AU and not at all original, I'm just. Horny I guess. 😂 IDK I think the general concept/appeal of GIANT HANDS is, in terms of flexibility and overstimulation potential, just insanely similar to tentacles, so, uh, some of that inspired actually?

Maestro Siebren de Kuiper - This version of Sigma and the planned events of gavotte capriccio is heavily inspired by The Historian, but he's going to be also influenced by The Conductor, The Russian, and The Madman. Well, up until the actual spicy stuff, that's definitely fictional, but again, onto pre-existing fantasies. This is my favorite Sigma, of course, and apparently so strongly my favorite that I'll go beyond smut and was struck with enough inspiration to actually develop a ROMANCE. Twice. The other is another draft in progress, inspired by the art in my PFP that I commissioned from @melonkind, as in, I commissioned it, they created it, and after I stared and screamed at it for a really long time, I was eventually struck with a very cute "we could fall in love like this" plot.

(I may also write a third, different version of Maestro Siebren, a much more Dom-coded version that I'm extremely down bad for and is hugely inspired by conversations with @consceleratuswrites and @pinkypromiseow2 mostly. Conversations with @pearsaregrossfightme also have given me inspirations, but entirely unintentionally. 🤭)

Emperor Sigma - The only version of Emperor Sigma I can feasibly survive writing is going to be this gigantic [relatively] work called The Emperor's Favorite Toy which started as a fanfic for @consceleratuswrites's The Empress, and has become an Actual Coherent Prequel, much to my surprise and despite my vehement avoidance of plot. And is still in drafts, because the smut is. Uh. A lot. For the first chapter. It makes me dizzy to look at. Anyway this personality is entirely under Conc's direction, and she has repeatedly had to tell me to make him meaner, which I'm still learning to do. :P

Ironically, ultimately, I've feared writing "canon" Sigma the most because the lore is so... incomplete. It's so annoying to try to tread on it personally. I have some drafts for Canon Sigma that have gotten stuck purely because I can't reconcile Talon giving him that much freedom, etc etc... it's tricky. 🥴

OOPS anyway i should go to sleep

#siebren de kuiper x reader #quietinteger writing #askbox #arstudent answers #about arstudent #sigma x reader

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kharmii · 2 years

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Emmet: Would you want to bang me if I was an enormous stinky white dog?

Ingo: *takes conductor's cap off and pukes in it*

Ingo: Sorry about that...a touch of the flu. What's a dog? Is that like a mightyena?

Emmet: I think it's supposed to be something larger and more rank, such as a stoutland.

-So I did a drawing where the Subway Bosses are doing the same thing as the gardevoir in the Twitter link....they are looking at all the nonsense put up about them on the internet and having some sort of reaction. Unlike any gardevoir, they are probably enjoying the nsfw and wish there was more of a percentage. -Like why is 99% of gardevoir fan art on Pixiv R18, but they are only getting around 15% on the Subway Masters Yaoi tag? They are grown men! -And poor Emmet is likely perturbed that he's getting the worst representation in the dark!fics and other AUs. Ingo might be post Hisui amnesiac and relying on Emmet to let him in on what's real and what's bullshit. Emmet is straightforward and honest and willing to tell him the absolute truth...even if it shows them -or just him- in a terrible light.

I have sort of a beef with the blankshipping fandom lately, like why has it been hijacked by furries all of a sudden? What does a guy banging every sort of animal have to do with identical twins in train conductor's costumes? It's like Old Macdonald Had a Farm around the blankshipping tag, like a barkbark here and a moomoo there... (with me like here a barf there a barf everywhere a barf barf). It would make more sense if both twins were an animal in the Pokemon world, such as twin lucarios or lycanrocs in trainmen uniforms.....because they are identical twins, and people into blankshipping are into the idea of romance between identical twins. There is the one person whom I won't link to due to the nature of this post who does the hot take where, instead of being two autistic guys mistaken for zoroarks, they are actual half-zoroarks. This person is heavily into the trainwreckshipping tag. Go check them out because it's fun.

Side note: The same furries into animal farking have told me a couple times they aren't into the Melli or Volo ships. -So they aren't into the twins getting perfect ten in looks characters who are actually canon, but they'll be beastophiles? Some of them act as if this fandom is getting stale already, like Ingo has only been in Hisui since the third week of January 2022. While I'm still getting excited about reunion hugs, furries be like, "What if there were four Ingos, and Emmet two days out of every month turned into a huge stanky dog with two dicks and four balls? What if all four Ingos liked to screw the dog version of Emmet, on average, ten times more than the human version?" (And no, that isn't a commission I'm considering)

Oh well, I guess any content is better than no content. I wouldn't want to go back to when I first got into this, and the only blankshipping content was that one depressing post-Hisui story on AO3 where Emmet moped around thinking, "Before Hisui, I used to give Ingo head until I choked. Now he just thinks I'm his brother...." *sniff*

The other weird thing was that someone made a blankshipping Discord, and they wouldn't let new members view the blacked out text or adult channel unless they provided a form of ID with their birth date on it. A lot people clearly were uncomfortable about this, and the mod said that they could black everything else out except the birthdate. It seemed like bs because even R18 channels featuring irl people doing it don't require ID. They claimed it was to prevent minors from joining....in a fandom that's mostly older people like 25+ of age, and a bunch of them acted all paranoid about anti infiltration trolling. I thought it would be funny to present a fake id...but eh.

That's another thing......all this anti paranoia seems unfounded. I got some anon-hate when I first got into blankshipping, but after they all blocked me in the first two weeks, I was left alone. The blankshippers act as if they don't want to interact with the main Submas tag -because of such fear of antis- but some of the best non-dog screwing shippy content can be found on the main. Maybe the artists don't exactly mean it to come across that way, but my imagination goes there more often than not.

.................and finally, I showed a male friend on another forum my posts about Yandere fiction. He has experience hearing about the worst-of-the-worst in both the sci-fi and furry communities. I had been looking at yandere from the perspective of a female who fantasizes about being the fixation of the yandere. He, otoh, assumed the artists looked at it from the perspective of the yandere and believes that it might be coded as pedophiles who want to kidnap children and lock them in sex dungeons. What....also.....does that have to do with identical, adult-ass adult train muppets? I guess that would be true based on if the person writing the fiction were male or female? I'm used to assuming everybody in fandom is a female (or a transmale... whatever). Anyway, I'm sure this is mostly creative autism but people shouldn't get all huffy when antis are suspicious of their kinks.

#gardevoir #fandumb fail #subway bosses #ingo #emmet #black and white #is it just me?!#somebody has to say it #troll post #my art #animation #lemgthy boi #but what if there were two ingos and emmet was a fish?#ask me about my million stupid bj aus

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