#this ask has been sitting in my inbox for months

[darkwolf989]

AWWW I just read your Val & Vox with a little girl and its so so cute!! Can I maybe request a one shot of Vox as a girl's dad too? Like his daughter in life getting to hell in her late teens, and now Vox has to deal with the change in taking care of her because he only knew how to take care of her as a child before he died. Thank youu 💖💙

This request. Could have gone in SO MANY FUN WAYS! Let me know your feedback and thoughts! Enjoy- I can do a part two if you like it!!

I downed my tenth cup of coffee and adjusted myself in my chair. My head pounded and I hoped that just a few more drops of the life-giving liquid would keep the exhaustion at bay long enough to get this project done. I hit the call button on the intercom in my office.

“Charles! Another cup!” 

Ten seconds. Enough of a break. I turned my attention back to the document on my computer. 

My assistant brought in another cup right away. “Ms. Reader, don’t you think you’re getting carried away?” 

“I said coffee. Not lip. Order me a raspberry mocha from the shop down the street and have it here in exactly twenty minutes.” I responded as I continued to type. 

He bowed his head. “As you wish. Mr. Vox asked for an update. What should I tell him?”

I paused for a half a moment. “Tell my Dad it will be ready well before the deadline.” 

I looked back down and continued to type. It had been a month since I first found myself in hell. It took my father no time to locate me- though his reaction wasn’t what I expected. 

“Babygirl, you grew up.” He said as I sat across from him in his perfectly manicured office. A pained expression crossed his face. “Tell me, what did you do in your human life to land you in my office? And so young too…how old are you now? Eighteen?”

Sixteen. I thought to myself. An idea began to form. He didn’t remember my age- that could work to my advantage. After all, acting older than I was was a skill I acquired, and I was more than used to my own independence. I crossed my arms. “Eighteen. I’ve been running your company since I was thirteen.” That much, at least, was true. “What do you think got me here? Your business skills weren’t the only thing I inherited.” 

He sighed. “The same thing that brought me here. Fine.” 

He reached out to touch my face and I jerked away. He was a stranger to me, gone from my life when I was six. My mother tried to keep his company on Earth going, but she didn’t have the business skills I did. And when she passed the company fell to my hands with contingencies. Overnight I became the voice- the face of the company, running between me and the board. 

When I passed she was the first person I looked for. Not that I thought I’d find her- and I was right. She went up, and we went down. My dad and his company found me shortly after, and I wasn’t in the slightest surprised to find he was as much of a go getter down here as he was when he was alive, the sole owner of VoxTech. 

But as I sat in his office across from him, memories of him in life blossomed. Soft words. Snuggles. Hugs and kisses. All the comfort that was ripped away the day he left us, left me. 

“You’re going to need a place,” he continued. “A place to stay. A job. I can give you all those things. Keep you safe.”

My other option was the streets of hell. An unappealing choice at best. And so, I accepted the role he offered and the responsibilities that came with it. I was determined to show my father that I was a hardworking girlboss, worthy of his faith in me. 

“And send,” I said aloud as I finished the final drop of my mocha. My head felt fuzzy and my chest definitely buzzed but it was worth it. I opened my inbox. The time on the clock read ten- I had finished with several days to spare. Might as well keep going. 

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but the next thing I knew I startled awake to the feeling of a hand on my wrist. 

“Hey, hey baby girl. Take a deep breath, it’s just me.” My dad said. 

I shifted and realized he had covered me with his jacket. I tried to sit up and realized I wasn’t in my office anymore. Instead, I laid on the couch in his.

Fuck. The project. Did I submit it?

“Wh-what time is it? I’m late, I still need…” I sat up.

Vox pushed me back down. “No. You need to lay down. You’re exhausted and your pulse is really high. The doctor is on his way up to look at you. When was the last time you went home to bed?” 

Three days ago. But I didn’t want to tell him that, so instead I remained silent. Vox let out a soft chuckle. 

“You haven’t changed all that much, have you?” He asked as he smoothed back my hair. “You used to do this when you were little too. Play so hard you fell asleep where you were. I used to pick you up and put you to bed, and you were so exhausted you didn’t wake up.”

“Is that how I got here?” I asked.Throbbing pain pulsed through my skull and I closed my eyes as I pressed my head into my hands. “Ugh, my head hurts.” 

“Yeah. Your assistant found you passed out on your desk around midnight. He called me right away.” He wrapped a blood pressure cuff around my arm and hit a button. “When was the last time you drank water? Or ate anything?” Concern oozed from his voice. “I found like twenty empty coffee cups in your office.”

“I had coffee. I’m good. Lived on it back home. Live on it here.” I winced as the cuff grew tighter on my arm. “I’m fine, Dad.” 

“You’re not. And I want numbers while we wait for the doctor to get here. What were you thinking?” He placed the back of his hand on my head. “Com’on you’re smarter than that.” 

I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m not a child, Dad.”

“Maybe not anymore, but you’ll always be my baby,” he replied calmly. “So will you relax and let me be your dad for a moment?” 

I relented and let him fuss until the doctor came in. Vox stood with his arms crossed until I got the all clear. 

“Just cut down on the caffeine, plenary of fluids, and get a few days of rest, and you’ll be fine in no time,” the doctor said finally. He scribbled a few things on his notepad. “Quick question. How old are you, exactly? Because your father says eighteen, but my records show sixteen.” 

I saw Vox turn to look at me, a mix of fury and annoyance on his face. Shit. He grabbed the clipboard from the doctor and scanned the sheet. Realization flooded his face. 

“Rest and fluids, that I can do,” I said loudly as I pulled myself up to standing. “Dad, you don’t mind if I cut out a few minutes early, do you?”

Vox swallowed and looked at me. “You told me you were twenty.”

“Actually, I said eighteen.” I replied, “not that it matters.”

“Oh, it does matter.” He said, his voice laced with anger. “You lied to me.”

I shrugged. “I’ve been on my own running your company for three years. But anyway, I’m going home, Dad. See you tomorrow.” I went to walk out the door and he caught my wrist. 

“Oh fuck no. You think I’m going to let my teenage daughter waltz out of here after all this? No. You’re coming home with me. End of discussion. And consider yourself suspended from work for the time being. 

I felt myself freeze. “You can’t fire me, this is my job!” 

He laughed darkly. “Oh honey! You work for me. Consider it your punishment for lying to your Boss.” He stood up. “Let’s go. You’re not staying in that apartment by yourself. You’re sixteen.” He shook his head. “You’re sixteen.”

“Then where am I staying?” I asked, crossing my arms as unease flooded through me.

“Home. With me. Where you belong.” He said firmly as he pressed his hand to my shoulder. 

I felt myself deflate but again, seeing no other option, I let him guide me to the elevator. Three floors later, the elevator opened and I followed him into a spacious living room.

“I’ll have your things taken from your apartment and moved into the fourth bedroom,” he said as he gave me the tour. 

“I’ve been on my own for a month in hell, and even longer before then,” I protested. “I know how to live by myself.”

He stopped walking and turned his head. “Then I guess it’s about time you learned how to be a teenager then, hm?” 

Anger flooded through me. “That isn’t fair! Dad!”

Vox gave me a grin. “There. That’s a great start! But seriously, you’re grounded.”

“You can’t ground me!”

He practically puffed himself up. “You’re sixteen and I’m your dad. Of course I can. And you are.” He pushed open the door “and this is your room. You can redecorate as you please.”

I stepped inside. “Wait, this is my room?”

Easily twice the size of my little apartment, the bed alone took up the center of the room. It’s current color scheme was neutral, with huge windows overlooking the city. 

“Yeah, like I said, order whatever you want and I’ll have Velvette…”

“Aunt Velvette?!” I asked, excitement washing over me. 

“You remember her?” He asked in a surprised voice. “Do you remember Valentino too?” He leaned against the doorframe and waited for my reaction. 

I turned around. “Uncle Val? The badass mafia mobster that used to come over and toss me in the pool when you guys got tired of doing it?”

“Hey, who told you he was a mobster?” Vox asked as I continued to look around the room.

“Mom.” 

He sighed. “Of course she did. Well, she wasn’t wrong. But yes. One and the same. We met up in hell and we-“

“Continue to rule together as much as you did in life. Got it,” I replied. “Did you not tell them I was here? In the building this whole time?”

Vox shrugged. “I was hoping to get to know you a bit more before I let them know you were here. But I wanted to give you some time to settle in first. After all, I thought you were an adult. Time…time passes differently down here.”

“Reader? Is that really you?” I heard an excited voice yell from the hallway.

My head turned. I knew that voice. Velvette pushed past Vox and she and Valentino practically ran over to me. 

“Aww, my little Princessa! All grown up I see!” My Uncle Val lifted me up and spun me around like I was five. He kissed me on the forehead and set me down. 

Shock flooded through my body as I looked at them both in their demon forms. Seeing my Dad with a TV shaped head was one thing- it made sense with what he did. Aunt Velvette still looked the same but Uncle Val? He looked…scarily different. Purple skin, sharp teeth. The only thing that stayed the same was his signature heart shaped glasses. 

“Valentino, chill. You spooked her.” Velvette scolded. “It’s been what, how many years?”

“Wait- where is Uncle Al?” I asked 

My father glitched. “We don’t talk about him. Not after what he did to me.” 

“What did he do?” I asked in confusion. 

“Ah, no. Princessa. Baby. You’ll get your daddy all worked up. We don’t want or need that,” Valentino scolded.

I crossed my arms and took a defensive stance. “I’m not five. And I’ve been an adult for a long, long time.” 

“Yeah, why don’t you tell us all about that? Over dinner.” Vox said, slinging his arm over my shoulder. “After all, it’s been a long time since we’ve had a family dinner.”

He didn’t know the half of it.

#valentino x reader #the vees #valentino x you #hazbin fluff #hazbin hotel #vox x reader #the vees x reader #valentino hazbin hotel #valentino #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #voxval #vees #vox the tv demon #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette

[whywoulditho]

What do you think abt Iwaoi

mixed feelings. do i like them? yes. do i like them the way most of their shipper-base does? no. do i find myself enjoying iwaoi fanfiction? rarely. do i eat up every fanart i see? YES. do i think they're soulmates? yes. do i gag when i try to think about them in a sexual relationship? also yes.

i just think my headcanons about both iwaizumi and oikawa are a lot different than most. the biggest part being i headcanon them both acespec and the fandom's interpretation of their relationship is a bit too hypersexual to my liking. (which is OKAY, you do you. it's just that i don't find myself enjoying iwaoi content very often and i'm too lazy to write my own)

this isn't to say i know them better than you, to tell you the truth i think i'm the one projecting here. but other that that all i like them just fine. there's some really nice fics out there. but i think i like reading them having their own character arcs more than i like reading their relationship. they're still very gay for each other though, i'll give you that

#iwaoi #headcanons #tw: opinions #this ask has been sitting in my inbox for months #i just didnt know how to answer it without offending anyone lol #haikyuu #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #missing haikyuu tag #asexual shipping

[gothic-mothic]

Stanley, have you ever heard of Among Us Stanley-

Merry Christmas

#.exe #tsp #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #.png #this ask has been sitting in my inbox for months I’m so sorry anon

[valcaine]

*Glides down into you inbox*

I got two things!

Um ok for the first you said you wanted drawing ideas? Mmm have Philza going mock fucking 10 as tech holds a speedometer and ran panics

And also what other cursed birdza/ emerald duo headcanons do you have

Teeth stew anon you have sparked my interest

-I'te

*takes off*

they are trying to see if his wings healed

(they did) (he destroyed the lawn)

cursed headcanons? uhhh philza can and will eat bugs and mice, he is the resident pest killer

#I have many more headcanons but that’s the only one I can think of rn LMAO #this ask has been sitting in my inbox for over a month but suddenly art block snuck up on me #so have this #I have also been busy with minecraft server stuff !!! and roleplay !!! #art coming soon about it even tho I am pretty sure no one really wants to hear about ocs but eh who cares #I also have a few mcyt drawings planned #though they may not be finished for a bit fsghabna #anyways that’s the life update #technoblade #philza #ranboo #nihachu #dream smp #dream smp syndicate #how do I tag again on here wai #art #digital art #doodle #asks #do send more asks !! could be doodle req or not #dsmp #vals doodle extravaganza #vals percieving box

[miwachan2]

Sun and Moon try not to kill their prey and only take the bear minimum amount of blood they need to survive. Eclipse drinks as much blood as he wants whenever he wants and doesn’t care if his victim dies. So I was curious, what’s Eclipse’s average body count for a week or a month? Since he has his own human farm, I’m guessing he goes through lots of people in a relatively short amount of time.

Oh man, it varies based on his mood and how much he feels like indulging

for a week i'd say... it ranges from 8 to maybe 20 with about a 65% or 76% victim survival rate. And that's if he's in a good mood

#yall do the math for a month XD im too lazy #vampiric equinox asks #scissorwoman #this has been sitting in my inbox for like a month lol

[hagofbolding]

you know that meme like "i'm out driving with my skinny boyfriend, and i roll the window down, and he flies out like a mcdonalds napkin?" has this ever happened to sanctuary

You lose more & more OCs this way. Always wear a seatbelt, people

#seriously though this ask has been sitting in my inbox for months at this point #I would go back and look at it like once a week and just laugh at it #and wonder how the hell to answer #but here we are #the world needed to know #sanctuary #fairmeadow #asks #anon

[livingforthewhump]

Could you write a prompt with a whumpee with a leg injury (maybe a stabbing or something) who has to completely act like nothing’s wrong because they’re walking back home with their friend who is already suspicious and they can’t let them know (for some reason)? Sorry that this is uber-specific.

No 4. Dead on Your Feet

Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

The night air hit Whumpee’s face in a rush. Their eyes flickered close, soaking in the warmth for a single moment before they had to keep moving. Whumpee followed Caretaker into the street, sprinting to a nearby alley that they could only barely see through the tears blurring their vision.

Their leg was a cacophony of pain. Blood had seeped down a good half of their pant leg, blessedly invisible against the black fabric in the dark night. Each step felt like it sent shards of glass into their bone, as though the knife was still embedded there. It wasn’t, which created more problems, as now they were bleeding out a lot faster.

“Whumpee, hurry up,” Caretaker hissed. Whumpee winced at how strained their voice was, even in a whisper. Maybe now that they’d finally gotten the job done, Caretaker would get some rest.

“Sorry,” they breathed back, fighting against a limp as they reached their friend.

Caretaker glanced back at Whumper’s base where it loomed behind them, jaw twitching in the dim light the street lamps provided. “If no alarm has been raised by now, we probably have until that guard you knocked out wakes back up. Are you okay walking back home?”

Whumpee furrowed their eyebrows. “Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?” They took another step and briefly found themselves unable to breathe. Lovely.

“Just making sure,” Caretaker said slowly, eyes just a little too perceptive. Whumpee stayed on the inside as they moved into the street, hugging the buildings and the shadows that clung to them. Their ragged breaths seemed to give life to the walls towering on either side, making them tilt and sway, the ground swelling.

Their shoulder hit the brick wall hard.

Caretaker turned towards them, face shadowed in the hazy streetlight. “Whumpee?”

Whumpee screwed their eyes shut, using the wall to push themself back upright. “Yeah. I’m good. Just tired, I guess.”

They didn’t get a response from that, only Caretaker watching them, a silhouette in the dark that Whumpee would give up everything for. Their leg was a dead weight beneath them now, heavy like lead and filled with glass that bit deep into their skin, their muscle, their bones, with each hesitant movement. Whumpee locked their knee when putting weight on it (wouldn’t want to be caught limping, would they?).

The world was still spinning. Whumpee leaned their head back and looked at the sky for a moment to try and disguise it, to hide the tears building in their eyes as sure as the headache embedded in their skull. “The sky is beautiful tonight,” they whispered. Not that they could see it.

Caretaker let out a small breath. “Yes, it is.” Their tone was softer now, and something gentle stirred in Whumpee’s chest.

“We should get home before Whumper wakes up,” Whumpee continued in that same soft tone. “You need sleep.”

“Is that honestly what you’re worried about right now?” Caretaker snorted, but there was no malice behind it. “You look exhausted yourself. But we deserve to celebrate tonight.”

Whumpee’s tears receded and they dropped their head back down. Their throat burned with the effort when they spoke. “Yeah. You’re right.”

Caretaker deserved to have a night of celebration more than anyone else. Whumpee wouldn’t take that away from them for the world. They walked on in silence, Whumpee’s hands burrowed deep in their pockets. Their fists were clenched against the pain, but beyond that, their extremities were getting very, very cold. They were almost surprised there wasn’t ice crusting along their fingertips, despite the warm night. Best to just keep moving.

Their vision was shifting in and out of focus, flashes of black coming in when they were certain they hadn’t blinked. They were shaking from the effort of keeping their leg moving, now. Their muscles were growing stiff around the weeping wound. Still, they kept their back straight. They kept their knees locked. Their breaths grew more and more labored, burning their lungs, but their breaths were there.

Then their leg buckled underneath them, and none of it mattered.

The world swung back into place slowly above them, circling and circling like water going down the drain, long after Whumpee had gone still. A muffled ringing filled their head. A noise was lingering beneath that, thick and soft like whoever it was was yelling through a mattress.

Why did it all hurt so much?

A face appeared right above them, blocking out the golden streetlights. Whumpee stared blankly. They were terrible at reading lips, and for some reason Caretaker was just mouthing words. Or—no, they were speaking. Whumpee just couldn’t hear them.

After a moment, Caretaker seemed to realize this. Their face was creased deeply in worry, and Whumpee felt a spear of guilt thrust into them at the realization that that was their fault.

“‘m sorry,” they forced out. Caretaker froze. Their expression changed, tightening. When they spoke again, it was very deliberate, so that Whumpee could make out what they were saying.

“Can you hear me?” The lips said. Whumpee shook their head, closing their eyes as the world dipped around them. Caretaker waited until they were looking again. “Where are you hurt?”

Whumpee hesitated, tears rising to their eyes again. They didn’t want Caretaker to have to deal with it.

Something like anger swelled in Caretaker’s eyes. They grabbed onto Whumpee’s chin, forcing their gazes to meet. The intensity of Caretaker’s expression cowed them, and one of their shaking hands reached down towards their leg, then slumped down in defeat.

Instantly Caretaker was down beside it, ripping away the soaked pant leg. Whumpee was pretty sure they screamed as it came away from the wound. They didn’t have time to think about it, though, because they promptly passed out.

When Whumpee woke up, their hands were warm, and their clothes were dry. It took them a moment to process anything else.

Slowly, they opened their eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. They didn’t remember going to bed.

“You’re awake,” a strained voice said. Whumpee sat up, wincing at a pain in their leg. Caretaker was sitting at their bedside, face like stone and eyes red and bloodshot.

Another sleepless night on their part. Whumpee could have drowned in their guilt. Their hands felt out the lump in the covers where their bandages were.

“I passed out,” they remembered. Their voice was weak.

Caretaker took a deep breath. “Yes.”

“I don’t—” they started, then deflated under Caretaker’s hard eyes. “I thought I could make it.”

“Clearly.”

“I’m sorry.”

“…I don’t understand.” Caretaker crossed their arms over their chest. They hadn’t accepted Whumpee’s apology. Whumpee waited for them to continue. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Whumpee’s eyes dropped. “I. I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I’m worried now, Whumpee.” Their voice was sharp as a dagger. Something dark flared across Caretaker’s face, receding just as quickly. Whumpee knew it was still there. They just nodded, morose.

A thin silence stretched between them. Whumpee’s head started pounding, and they leaned back against their pillows.

“I went for a walk this morning,” Caretaker said suddenly. “When you were still asleep. I was tired of sitting here.” They swallowed, brows lowering over their eyes. “You left a trail of blood last night, did you know that? I could follow your footprints all the way back to Whumper’s. And last night I didn’t even notice.” Their voice broke off suddenly, and for the first time Whumpee noticed tears in their eyes. “Why didn’t I notice?”

Whumpee hugged themself. “It’s not your fault.”

“No, it’s not my fault that you decided to just ignore your stab wound. It is my fault that I noticed something was wrong and I didn’t do anything until you were bleeding out on the ground.” Caretaker’s voice was raised now, and they cut themself off with a grimace. Their voice was soft the next time they spoke, but still shimmering with anger. “Were you going to tell me?”

“Caretaker…”

“No. Answer the question, Whumpee.”

“…no.”

All the air seemed to leave Caretaker at once. They slumped over, elbows resting on their knees and face in their hands. Whumpee had never seen them brought so low.

“Why?” they asked again, and it sounded almost begging.

Whumpee didn’t have an answer. They just sat there battling back their tears, because Caretaker deserved to feel upset without Whumpee stealing the moment again.

When Caretaker lifted their head up, their eyes were wet. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. I am going to go get you some food and medicine. When I get back, I am going to be calm, and you are going to have some damn good answers for me.”

They stood up while Whumpee cringed and nodded. As they got to the door, Caretaker looked back.

“And Whumpee?”

“Mm.”

“Never let this happen again.”

—

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#whumptober2022 #no.4 #hidden injury #waking up disoriented #can’t pass out #oc #whump drabble #bad headspace #self blame #negative self talk #stabbing #stab wound #passing out #implied concussion #i love love love love love hidden injury prompts so please send more of them #(this has been sitting in my inbox for months i have no right to ask for more requests) #hidden injury reveal #collapsing #whumpee #caretaker #angry caretaker

[lovesickgoose]

Electrochemistry touching Volition gently with they're cables, until sparks fly

You said gentle, but I don't think electrochem understood :/

#disco elysium #volition #electrochemistry #scribbling #IM SO SORRY THIS ASK HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR MONTHS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #hhhhhhhhh from the 2nd of May........ #asks

[doodlingbot]

has stanley ever gotten a limb stuck in one of the doors when they fclose? like maybe ejust a finger or something even?

I don't think he's ever gotten any fingers or anything caught in closed doors. I think he has to be away enough from them for the doors to fully close. He has however crashed/bumped into multiple desks and door frames in the office.

The Narrator was curious to see what would happen if he made a copy of the regular office layout, took several of the assets, moved those assets by few inches, and then loaded in that layout.

This was the result.

#yeah a reminder that these asks are not always answered in the order that I get them #this one has been sitting in my inbox for? maybe a month by now. #sorry for taking so long buddy #ask #ask response #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp stanley #doodles #my art #tsp doods #tspud doods #stanley doods

[dizzybizz]

jm the fellaThat asked for hooked nose blade um and I want u to know i never.stop thinking about him i love him so much can u provife more.....(politely)

i love him too i fear. anon, i need you to know that i love this hc so much and its so real to me- ok thank you

#uhm this ask has been sitting in my inbox for almost a month exactly hiiiii #originally i drew the sketch page and colored it but i ended up hating it 😭😭 so ijust went like duochrome ig it would be #that first one is the result of my current art style crisis and i highkey rlly love it 🥰🥰🥰 #honkai star rail #blade #my art #i love blades design so much its so aesthetically pleasing to me i love his color palette a lot

[7goodangel]

Oh gosh a month has passed...

uh...

:D

(I'm gonna get to answering asks now o-o)

#7rambles #just gosh this month has been crazy ok?! #I really didn't have much time to hop on any social media to be...uh...social? XD #but before I post anything... want to answer some of the asks that have been sitting in my inbox #I do apologize on the wait on some of them...

[chenfordspiral]

Who’s your best friend and please describe them

You know you are, bestie ♥️

But… do you really want me to describe you? Like totally honestly? Cause you know how insane that would sound 😂

One very easy way to describe you (that doesn't sound borderline insane) is: you're my favorite redhead who gets me and all of my shit. Hard to believe we've only know each other for a year because I cannot imagine my life without you and knowing you're always there. We truly are soul sisters and I love you.

#asked and answered #bestie is at it again #also this has been sitting in my inbox for over a month #I'm sorry girl

[eddieintheocean]

siphonophores. that is all.

real!!!

i siphon-adore siphonophores <3

#this has been sitting in my inbox for months #im so sorry to the asks ive ignored <3 #thanks for the ask #siphonphores

[subspaceskater]

what's that anon even talking about wallace is cis and that fulfills the quota.

‎

#asks #this has been sitting in my inbox for a month and im gonna post it now completely devoid of the context i received it in

[transmasc-wizard]

nanowrimo day one opening paragraph woo

#tumblr user yourlocal-lichen if you see this. your ask abt my wip has been sitting crypitcally in my inbox for like a month. #It Is Getting Answered Today . #nanowrimo23 adventures #beckonings #Gabriel #wip bad things happen

[flimflamfranky]

Excited about the story focus going back to Egghead? Do you have any expectations for Franky?

i am trying so so so hard to keep my franky expectations in check

but yes, i am very excited to return to egghead. this has been an arc i've been looking forward since vegapunk was first name dropped, and it's been a blast so far. vegapunk is everything i could've asked for and more, and i desperately want him to spill everything he knows. very excited to see where it goes, especially after that cliff-hanger.

but. i'm not really expecting a franky arc. i really really want one, but i think it's...unlikely. i don't know if any of the arcs going forward will focus on any one character like they have in the past. an arc focus means significant character development, and i just can't see any of the straw hats needing that anymore. the only exception i could see would be maybe usopp, just because his dream is basically character development.

at most, franky would probably get what zoro got - a minor flashback and maybe a little more focus (fingers crossed - i would love to see more about franky with his parents on the grand line, or his time making himself into a cyborg, or even his time at vegapunk's lab on karakuri island - i just want more franky).

he's definitely gonna get something, because of the whole thing with kuma. franky was the one that had that moment with him on the sunny, and the one that told the others, so i feel like there should be some follow-up on that. i do think that kuma will get the spotlight when we return to egghead, it's just with bonney, and vegapunk with his satellites, and cp9, and the seraphim...there's a lot competing for that spotlight, and it's hard to say whose gonna get that focus.

again, i would really really like this to be a franky arc, but i'm also keeping my expectation very tempered. better to be surprised than disappointed.

but there's also a lot i'm looking foward to outside of franky, so it'll be an exciting arc regardless.

#also i apologize for that second anon who has been sitting in my inbox for. months #but yeah i've been having many thoughts and feelings and everything i just haven't been posting them much #asked and answered #franky #my stuff #spoilers