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12boogaloo · 3 months

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Okay, I cant take it anymore. The brain rot is REAL

Been on a writing hiatus since 2019 or 2020 (I honestly don’t remember so don’t @ me)

And what gets me to finally start writing again?

You guessed it ladies, gents, and serpents!

Fucking TROLLS 3

Let’s get this bread or die trying y’all 😈

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So first things first: I didn’t come up with the AU’s I’m using here! They were created by TheMiraculousMat and Keebsification on here and AO3

The AU’s in question are The Eldest and The Youngest and Out The Train Wreck

I just love it when people see John Dory and think “hmmm yes this grown man can fit so much eldest daughter energy in him” cuz SAME

So I thought: what if I just… put em together? OTT! JD and E&Y! JD have a grip on my soul and I’m filling a formal complaint in the form of fanfiction for not just 1, but 2 other pieces of fanfiction!!! Cuz why not

I’m gonna post the notes I’ve had about this idea for the past 2 week, at least the first part.

Well… it’s half notes, half chapter really…

Maybe. MAYBE. I’ll clean it up and post it on AO3. Maybe… probably lets be real

Anyway. Y’all can call me Boog and this is Project: Hyperfixation Won

Actual story name pending…

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Part 1: Author’s Actual Notes because they are a nerd

Got an idea

Gonna scratch the itch

Half brain rot dump and half story here

Combination of the Eldest and Youngest JD and the Train Wreck JD

I also head canon that trolls have tails and claws and fangs

They’re lil creatures

Basically the same stuff happens in TW with the manager and John being Branch’s father.

Branch grows up knowing JD is his dad while everyone else thinks they’re brothers.

He and Luka are dating. He’s basically Branch’s other dad.

Luka gets taken and John thinks he died. He keeps his glove to remember him.

The fight still happens. John still leaves but promises Branch that he’ll come back.

He goes to the Neverglades for the next four years.

When he gets a letter about Rosiepuff and Branch he immediately heads back to the tree to take care of him.

Pretty much all of E&Y happens but with the change of Branch knowing JD is his dad.

Makes the trauma of him leaving worse in a way which adds to the angst of the first parts delicious, but it also makes their bond really solid later on.

John forgot that everyone in the village knew them as brothers until Poppy asks him if John is Branch’s daddy out of the blue. He panics and says “no” on instinct and they both decide to just go with it. Easier than explaining it to everyone.

She still doesn’t know. Nobody does.

John still loses his arm trying to save Creek(nasty ass).

One morbid silver lining John felt was that at least it wasn’t the hand he wore Luka’s glove on. Small miracles. Lol I’m sorry

Branch doesn’t remember Luka anymore, at least not really. He sorta remembers a burgundy haired troll that he thought was important but couldn’t remember anything else about them so he didn’t think too much about it.

John doesn’t really like talking about him and Branch hasn’t ever asked so he doesn’t bring it up.

He starts dating Hickory and he does tell him about Luka. He admits that while he definitely is falling for Hickory, a part of him will always belong to Luka and their relationship will always be really important to him.

Hickory is more than okay with that and even tells him that he would’ve loved to have met the man that made his sweetheart so happy and kept him safe before it was his turn. (John just about cried when he said that same buddy and agreed that they’d probably get along pretty well.)(He shows Hickory pictures of him and Luka one day and they laugh over the fact that John clearly has a type.)(And, based on Hickory’s own light blush, same.)(He immediately said Luka was ‘real cute’ and John still laughs at him for it.)

He also tells him about Bold and how Branch came to be. (Hickory spent solid hours comforting him afterwards and spent an equal amount of time thinking of ways he could get Dickory to help him torture the bastard if he ever saw him.)(He decides in that moment that he’d do anything to protect his boyfriend and his son. Anything.) (He’s also even more grateful to Luka when he hears about how he protected his love the day they met. He really wishes he could thank him…)

Branch makes jokes about not calling Hickory his stepdad till they get married, which makes John flush bright blue. (Hickory just laughs and winks, the traitor.)(Hickory secretly really wants Branch to call him ‘Pops’ and he’s so obvious about it.)(Branch finds it hilarious and doesn’t on purpose. He’d actually love to call him that, he’s just being an ass.)(You’d think he wouldn’t ever want to but no. For some reason, it’s only thinking of Hickory as ‘Papa’ specifically that makes him feel wrong. Like that’s not available to him. I wonder why.)

After saving Floyd, the boys all start spending more time together as a family. Floyd and Clay move into the bunker with John and Branch. Bruce still lives on Vacay Island but he tries to visit at least once a week, even bringing his wife and kids with him if he can.

They still love doing shows together and will do a big one every two weeks at least.

A few months later, they’re getting ready to hangout together after a performance in PopVillage. Hickory isn’t with them, he was actually watching with Tiny in the crowd, so he can’t see them.(Lil dude is really attached to his “Uncle Cowboy” and “Uncle Johnny” it’s adorable.)(And yes Guy is close by, Tiny is still very very grounded.)

Poppy wants to introduce them to a former stage manager that she’s worked with before that had come to see the show from TrollCity. Branch has met him once before and thought the guy was weird and a little creepy but nothing else made him feel suspicious so he kinda just ignored it. He figured if Poppy trusted him, it was fine. (Obviously he still kept an eye on the old bastard, cause your boy isn’t paranoid for nothing. And you never know.)

They all agree to meet and when they get backstage… it’s him.

Bold.

The bros old manager. The man who hurt their eldest unimaginably.

JD basically shuts down as his younger brothers immediately shield him from view.

They need to get out of here without causing a scene. Fast.

“Poppy, I think we need to go…” Floyd mumbles, his usually soft features twisting in both anger and slight fear as he stared the old troll down.

Poppy looks at them in confusion, “Wha- but you guys said you wanted to see everything we set up!!” She looks between the brothers and the older manager, Branch joining her as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, kids, I don’t think we can do that…” Bruce doesn’t take his eyes off of the old man as he steps back, closer to Clay and Floyd who were holding John Dory’s arms and hands to keep him steady in their safety bubble, their tails wrapped around his waist. “Not when he’s here.”

Poppy blinks in confusion. “What do you mean? Have you met Mr. Bold before?” She asks.

The old bastard chuckles. “Don’t worry, Miss Poppy.” Poppy huffs a bit at being called ‘miss’. (She’s Queen, dammit. Only Hickory calls her ‘miss’ and it’s always as a joke.) “I was the boys’ manager back in the day! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other.” He looks over each brother, clearly trying to get a look at John Dory and noticeably souring when he’s blocked. Then he smirks, taking a few steps closer, his wooden cane thunking against the floor. John flinches with each tap, tap, tap. “You’ve all grown up so much.”

Bruce holds his ground, crossing his arms and rolling his shoulders, his bigger body blocking most of JD from view. Clay was growling behind him, both him and Floyd curling closer to John and their ears pressed back in irritation. Bruce gives a humorless chuckle. “Heh. Yeah, we’ve grown up, Bold. We grew up and you’re fucking old now.”

Poppy gasps. “B-Bruce, that’s not nice!” She turns to Bold and smiles nervously. “I’m so sorry-“

The man waves her off. “Don’t fret. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s right after all.” He looks at them again all smugly, leaning on his cane. “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

Floyd scoffs. “Not long enough.” He growls, baring his teeth. His claws start coming out and he’s thankful he’s holding John’s prosthetic arm as he feels them scratch the metal.

“Woah, okay, what the hell is up with you guys?” Branch finally steps in. That was so unlike Floyd to say something like that. He’s never seen the older troll that angry before, he’s never seen any of his uncles that angry before.

Bruce huffs. “What’s up is that we’re leaving. Now.” He goes to turn around to start steering his brothers out of the room when he hears Bold chuckle, making them all freeze.

“You all really have changed so much,” He says, his tail swaying side-to-side behind him. John looks up and they manage to lock eyes, Bold smiling sickly as John stares in horror. “Especially you, Johnny Baby.”

John feels sick. He feels like he’s gonna pass out. He feels his legs start giving out as Clay and Floyd rush to hold him up. He feels his body going completely limp and his vision blurs and his chest hurts and he can’t breATHE-

Bruce tackles the old troll, immediately landing brutal hits to the bastards face. He screams between punches, “DON’T TALK TO MY BROTHER!” Bold tries to hit him back, only managing to smack Bruce in the side once with his cane before continuing to get pummeled.

Branch and Poppy jump in frantically to pull him off of the man and the three of them stumble back. Bruce shoves them off and glares at Bold again. He was lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his nose, there were scratches and bruises on his face and he was covered in his own glittery copper blood. “Stay. The FUCK. Away. From John.” Bruce pants and shakes out his hands, flexing his exposed claws. He spits on the ground. “Bastard.” He turns back to his brothers. “Cmon, let’s get out of here.” He lifts JD up bridal style and Clay and Floyd follow him as he starts rushing to the door.

“Wait, hold on!” Branch runs after them, leaving Poppy standing in confused horror at what just happened.

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That’s what I’ll give for now lol

I have like wayyy more written out but I’m mean so 😈

Anyway

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Lmk what y’all think ig

Check out the folks that created these AU’s plz @matmiraculous and Keebsification (idk their tumblr so plz don’t yell at me) both on AO3 where I found them

Later yall

#trolls band together #hickdory #eldest and youngest au #out the train wreck #trolls john dory #holy shit what has happened to me #hyperfixation ftw #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls bruce #my fav besides John Dory

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missgryffin · 4 months

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hi! I’m a new writer and I started a fic but I just wanted to ask if you had any advice for writing fanfiction. I started my fic but I’m kinda hitting a writers block and I don’t know where I want my story to go. I want my characters to have dimension but I don’t think I’m communicating it well. And my plot line, I feel like it’s so hard to communicate in writing. I just feel like my writing is bad as a whole and I wanted to ask for advice because you’re literally one of the best writers I’ve encountered! Love your writing so much

Thanks for the kind words, anon!! 🫶 This got long, so I put it below a cut:

First off, congrats on getting started — that's always the hardest part, and there's a lot of bravery in starting something new and letting your work exist outside your head. The #1 piece of advice I hear everywhere and pass along to you is simply to keep going. Writing is a muscle, and it takes repetition, practice, reflection, etc. to find your style and get better. I came back to writing in 2020, and it took writing consistently since then for me to be where I am now of feeling like my writing's where I want it to be and feeling confident about bigger pieces.

On the direction of your story and your plot, know that this is such a common dilemma for writers!! And honestly, the advice out there varies a lot depending on if you're more of a pantser (make it up as you go) or plotter (plot it all out first). I'm somewhere in the middle. I plot a decent amount, but sometimes it's only in broad strokes, so I leave room for building out scenes intuitively as I write. I also get stuck all the time, and for me, I know that means that something's not working — either I have to go back and change something in the prior paragraph/dialogue, or I have to take the scene in a new direction, or I have to figure out a different way to bridge the gap between what happened and what I know I'm building toward.

At this point, my advice to you would be this: do some daydreaming. Go on Pinterest, browse Tumblr, go on a walk with a good playlist. Let your mind wander, mood board your fic, let all the vibes marinate. Whatever scene ideas pop into your head, write them. Write out of order (you can always massage things to fit chronologically later). Loosely figure out your ending, so you at least know where you need to end up — sometimes it's easier to work backwards when outlining the latter part of a fic. Use tropes and their conventional story beats as much or as little as is helpful to you.

Once you have that direction, my advice on "communicating" your plot and characters really boils down to the adage of "show don't tell." Which sounds so cliché, I know, but it really does work!! Think about the aspect of your plot or character you want to be coming across to the reader, and then brainstorm actions or scenes that could demonstrate that happening.

An example of when I was very conscientious of this is Castling. (Spoilers ahead!) The main plot is present day, but I wanted to build the emotion and pining and just the stakes overall by inserting past flashbacks, as opposed to just saying, Lily and James were best friends while growing up at school. So I came up with a handful of significant moments to show their friendship in action throughout their past. The second year scene sets it all up: Lily does not hesitate to confront James for Remus, demonstrating both her fierce + sassy personality and the depth of her friendship with Remus. The seventh year scenes show how everything's evolved: first there's the fight in the corridor, in which James steps in to shield Lily and punches Mulciber after an incident that escalated while they were brewing Amortentia in Potions, and then later that night Lily finds out James got broken up with. I never had to say that they were starting to subliminally have feelings/attraction toward each other — we pick up on that based on what happens: James doesn't just defend Lily out of basic nobility; he's "a caged bull in Sirius's arms" in the immediate aftermath of Amortentia 👀, which is the breaking point for his girlfriend. James picks Lily's friendship in his girlfriend's ultimatum without second thought. And they don't hug. It's not a sibling-like consolation because there's an undercurrent of tension that's decidedly not sibling-like anymore — they're just in total denial about it. And then finally there's the post-school scene, in which they're more comfortable around each other in part because they're simply more mature and have figured out how to care about each other without crossing the boundary of friendship (yet).

Something I tell myself a lot when it comes to figuring out plot and "showing" the reader is plot can be small. I'm constantly saying this to myself. And what I mean by that is, "plot" doesn't have to be some sweeping, complicated thing. Of course some stories go that way and longer stories often necessitate more complex narratives, but there can be just as much plot in "discovering feelings for each other" (As Lovers Go) as there is in "planning a complicated mission that goes awry because of a secret double-agent" (Vindicated). It's simply a matter of going more deeply into smaller details and the emotional trajectories of the story. So "plot can be small" doesn't mean the plot itself is "smaller" or "lesser," it means that plot can be based in small actions that are incredibly important or meaningful to the characters, and the story then teases out all the little details surrounding those small actions.

And finally, the last thing I'll say (this already getting way too long 😅) is that plot and character development are both very layered things. The Castling corridor fight initially was just a corridor fight — the idea for adding the Amortentia element came later, and the idea for connecting the fight with the ultimatum and the breakup came even later after that. Don't put pressure on yourself to figure things out entirely the very first time you write something down!! Ideas build on each other as you keep writing. You'll add layers that make scenes better. And the layers of the story and the characters will keep building throughout the story. This is where dimension comes from. We don't need to know everything about a character right away — let the layers peel back as the story goes on.

If you're still reading: I hope this can help!! Best of luck with your writing!! 💗

#ask #on writing

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italoniponic · 2 years

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Hello again! It is I- Swimmy back to pester you again! Unfortunately the fanfiction I was writing got deleted from my Tumblr drafts. 😭 So to cheer myself up I came up with more of the proposal headcanons I sent you a while back and I remembered you enjoyed them, so I decided to share the new ones as well! (Also I noticed one person that replied to the first post knew exactly what old TV show I was referencing and I nearly died laughing over it).

So in my last submission, I mentioned Floyd basically tricking you into a proposal, right? Well I can see Jade definitely doing something similar, but much more subtle than his twin. He'd be more like, "do you like this pearl? Yes yes, it is beautiful... do you want to keep it?" and you're like "yes! thanks, Jade!" but then Floyd starts squeezing you and talking about how you're going to be in-laws... cue panic. "JADE YOU CAN HAVE THE RING BACK." And Azul is already drafting a prenuptial agreement for you and Jade. 🤣

I know last time aside from Kalim I only really talked about the mer-people, the beastmen, and the fae But who says the humans can't have odd proposals as well? Or there could just be some miscommunication. Like Trey bringing you a cupcake or something from his family's bakery. But unfortunately, Trey accidentally grabbed a special cupcake that was meant for a customer's proposal, and there is a ring hidden inside... so you either bite the ring and nearly break a tooth, nearly choke on the ring or you manage to spot it and pull it out of the cupcake. Either way, you're looking at Trey like "we haven't even gone on a first date???? this is a little fast!!!"

Riddle, poor, poor awkward Riddle. I like to imagine that flowers have significant meaning in Twisted Wonderland, and maybe a certain bouquet can be viewed as a marriage offer? And you somehow aquire say bouquet/arrangement and bring it to Riddle as a gift. "Here, I know how much you enjoy flowers. :)" "... WHAT?!" and he thinks you're messing with him even though you're genuinely clueless, but he can't even do "off with your head" as punishment because you don't have magic so it basically does nothing to you.

I also had the idea that maybe Ace tries to convince you to "fake marry" him so he can tell his family that he's got a partner. I didn't have anything for Cater or Deuce. 😭

Kalim got some attention last time, and he's gonna get more attention for Jamil's part, actually. Even through everything that has happened with them, Kalim obviously still loves Jamil like his own family. And family doesn't let family end up alone. Kalim also knows Jamil fairly well and has definitely noticed the way Jamil's gaze lingers on you a little longer than anyone else. So Kalim takes matters into his own hands... he brings you various treasures from Scarabia and kneels before you... "will you... MARRY JAMIL?" Jamil wants to throw himself off of a cliff and you're completely lost because you thought Kalim and Jamil had invited you over for a game night??? But in a different scenario, Kalim just asks Jamil to give you some specific gifts and deliver them directly. It doesn't occur to Jamil until *after* you've accepted them that he basically just gave you a bunch of proposal and marriage related stuff and now he's on his way to murder Kamil.

On the topic of being proposed to for someone else: Ortho. You can't tell me that this kid wouldn't catch onto Idia's big huge crush on you as soon as it developed. I think it's canon that he can see Idia's heart rate and stuff? I can't remember but either way, the Ignihyde leader nearly goes into cardiac arrest when he's near you. So Ortho being the sweet kid he is, basically brings you back to Idia's dorm and says something like, "you may kiss the bride" and Idia just freakin' passes out. You're confused and Ortho is like "did I do a good job?"

I'm gonna throw Malleus in here again, because I'm still laughing over the thought of just roaming around his castle like "ooh this place is nice :)" and not even noticing the fact that it's literally being decorated for a wedding.

I don't know a whole lot about Silver, but I wonder if he sleep talks? He falls asleep while reading and you're sitting next to him. He's repeating the last few lines that be has read from his book before dozing off, and one of them happens to be "will you marry me" and you panic and say yes because it was so sudden. If it had just been the two or you, you probably would have told Silver once he woke up, you both could have laughed awkwardly and then moved on... but dammit if Lilia wasn't eavesdropping!!! He's ecstatic!!! A wedding between his precious son and you? AND POTENTIAL GRANDBABIES??? You can't come back from this now. It's been ten minutes and Lilia already has your "save the date" cards being sent out and he's picked a venue.

Now if it were Lilia... I couldn't see him being sneaky about a proposal since he's canonly apparently older than dirt. I also don't think he'd accidentally propose either, but maybe he just happens to find a gorgeous ring somehow and gives it to you as a gift, not knowing the ring was an engagement ring. You find it find and try to explain to him what kind of ring it is and just rolls with it like "oh, okay. Will you marry me then?" and have no chance at saying no because in his head he's choreographing your first dance together naming all twelve of your future children.

What if you were asked to help Vil practice lines for an upcoming movie or something, and he has to "propose" to you in the scene? Somehow or another, paparazzi manage to get a photo of you assisting him and they take the story and run with it. It's all over the news, "Vil engaged to mystery woman?!" And he's getting so much publicity on it that he's considering *not* making a statement clearing up the situation... I mean, you should feel HONORED, really!!

Rook is pretty "flowery" with his words. I feel like he could just talk to you for a few minutes and propose without you even realizing it, like "would you walk with me to the very end?" and you think he's just asked you to go on a literal walk and you're like "yes Rook, of course". He swoops you up bridal style and is just overjoyed that you said yes!!! No take backs!

And Epel, bless his heart. I can just see his family all being like "when are ya'll getting married" because he talks about you so much and doesn't have the heart to correct anyone. Maybe at one they manage to pawn off the family ring on him and it leaves him with no other choice than to propose. There's no motivation like peer pressure!

I'm struggling to remember who all I had HCs for in my first submission, I don't wanna repeat anyone and be boring but I don't wanna miss anyone either. So much potential. 🤣 it's also almost 4am where I live and I can't sleep. I apologize for grammar errors and the length!

-🏊‍♀️ Swimmy

Welcome back, Swimmy! <3 For those who doesn't know or remember, it's the anon from this ask about proposal headcanons (there: Azul, Floyd, Leona, Ruggie (but not much), Jack, Sebek, Kalim, Malleus). I also want to correct myself bc talking about Jamil in Kalim's part, it was meant to be "you can't marry someone after so little time" but I didn't noticed it was typed "you can" lol

Ooh, my sweetie, I'm so sorry! I hope you can rewrite it somehow. idk if you can, but use google docs to write. It has automatic saving (or you can set it, i think) and even if the internet goes off suddenly, it doesn't take much from the actual work and you can fastly copy-paste to other archive just to keep it safe in these cases. I know bc this happened to me a lot of times. Hope everything turns out okay <3

I really enjoyed! idk how it shows but for my mobile, it's one of my popular posts alongside two Malleus requests! And its all thanks to you <3 Thanks again for blessing us again with these beautiful (and funny) hcs

(I also know That's So Raven but it's been so much time that if you put a reference, I possibly didn't noticed lol)

Jade being sneaky even in this. Why I'm not surprised? I love how Floyd is 100% subtle in everything he does and OMG AZUL DOING THE PRENUPTIAL AGREEMENT I'M DYING LMAO

ngl this would be a great idea for a Trey scenario! The reader's quote and then Trey being all panicked and embarrassed bc well, he thinks about it in rare times and since it's you, why not??? 10/10 best story for the wedding party three months later

I LOVED this idea with the flower bouquet. Riddle being a total flustered mess and it just doubles when Ace and Deuce give you two their greetings in "this, oh so lovely, celebration of love" (Ace knows you're clueless and he's gonna enjoy this + Deuce actually thinks you just proposed and it's trying to be supportive). Eventually someone explains to you what that bouquet means but... here's the thing: you does a face like "oh, so you won't accept it then?" and you seem really sad and Riddle just takes the damn flowers off your hand and says "I DO" and storms off the lounge but at least you're happy now

ACE FAKE DATING/MARRY TROUPE OMG it's so simple but you know what? I would love seeing this. Just the development of Ace being "okay so we're faking it!" to "I hate how I love you so much" and now you really need to marry lol

THE "WILL YOU MARRY JAMIL" GOT ME ON MY KNEES

It's like that one incorrect quote that Person C proposes to Person A in Person B's name lmao. I'm 100% for this, it's pure canon, you got my blessing. No thoughts, just Kalim stopping the banquet to make a huge announcement, he kneels before you, everybody panics, you panics but Kalim just ask you if you would marry Jamil and everybody just... whattafck is going on??? Jamil doesn’t know if he goes to you or strangles Kalim with his own bandana but then you get up and say “Oh, geez, you got me scared Kalim bc I actually love Jamil. I would love to marry him!” “YES!”

“Sorry to interrupt but,” Scarabia student B says, holding Jamil who just passed out, “We lost a soldier here”

Ortho really watched every one of those kids movies about setting up adults in relationships and he’s about to prove all those theories. Idia absolutely can’t do anything to stop him. I can also see Ortho showing you and Idia one slideshow about the statistics of the simulation of your married life plus a really sweet (and kinda embarrassing) 3D simulation of your game avatars marrying (like in Animal Crossing or smth like that)

Oh, Silver sleeping talking and just blurting out a whole proposal from this book he's reading (plus if you were the one who recommended it). I would be a total mess. Lilia is one of those moms who are just "so, when are you going to marry?" after the son/daughter have two weeks of dating

HE'S ALREADY MAKING THE SAVE THE DATE CARDS OMG

Lilia have the "it was an accidental propose haha well unless??" energy with the wiggling eyebrows, nobody can't convince me otherwise

TWELVE CHILDREN

Vil's life is probably one of those teen movies about celebrities at this point

This is such a Rook x Reader situation, it's perfect lol you just panicking in his arms and asking "u-uh, we aren't going to walk?" "yes, amour, for the rest of our lifes!" "... that's a pretty long walk, huh" (← still don't get it, wait for when Rook is asking about your measurements for the wedding clothes)

The "old family ring" trick! You can't escape it now, Epel lol I can see him all awkward with the ring box in his hands, looking at you then looking at his family being all supportive and cheering on him ("ya can do it, son!"). Epel looking kinda dead inside bc romanticism isn't one of his most favorite things but his line about being a prince in a white horse in gm event will always stays in my heart

(okay, so here we did for Jade, Trey, Riddle, Ace, Jamil, Idia, Silver, Lilia, Vil, Rook and Epel) there's only Cater and Deuce left, maybe next time?

not a problem, dear! It was fun talking about this again <3 Now sleep well (not that i'm one to talk) and until next time. Thanks for sharing your accidental propose thoughts with us again~

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angst-ideas · 9 months

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List of Good Omens Angst/Whump Ideas That Have Been Stuck in my Head (+ bonus fluff/humor section!) —————————————

(Part one : ur here

Part two: TBD)

This first part will be mainly Aziraphale centric! yes I know who doesnt love a good hurt Crowley, but i think there are SO MANY missed opprotunities for hurt Aziraphale, so of course I have taken the liberty of shouting my ideas to the world in hopes some other deranged soul out there hears my pleas and makes these into actual stories. (That sounded way cooler in my head…) If you want me to do a part two for Crowley please let me know! As always my ask box is also open for requests for any other fandoms or scenarios youd like, and if you do use these please tag me on tumblr or my ao3 account "Bangsty"!

(ALSO FORGOT TO MENTION, THIS MAY CONTAIN BOTH SEASON 1 AND SEASON 2 ASPECTS IN CERTAIN PROMPTS, SO SPOILER WARNING)

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•Aziraphale getting injured protecting Crowley

lets start off easy! We all know that our good buddy angel can neglect his own well being for the sake of others, especially for Crowley. Imagine Crowley getting into some sort of trouble, and instead of Crowley getting hit, Aziraphale takes the blow for him, resulting in what can be a small but worrying injury, to maybe full on discorporation (might be a little extreme but hey! we love that stuff here) its then up to Crowley to get Aziraphale out of that situation and make sure he lives to tell the tale.

-little extra point if Crowley blames himself for Aziraphale getting hit, even when it was literally the angel that flung himself infront of crowley, wings fully spread just taking the fucking hit like a champ

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•Crowley realizes Aziraphale is in trouble because he feels it spiritually/from his Crowley sense (idk what its called give me a break)

ok I gotta admit, Crowley being able to sense Aziraphale has always made me smile when reading fanfictions, having Crowley be going on with his daily routine and just suddenly sensing Aziraphale distressed or hurt is an amazing concept

-Extra points if you write both Crowley and Aziraphale's POVs (preferrably 3rd person)

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•Crowley coming to terms to what he witnessed while body switched/swapped with Aziraphale

when Crowley is pretending to be Aziraphale during the execution event, Gabriel is a fucking ASSHOLE, I would love to see more fanfics where Crowley afterwards thinks back to what he heard and saw, and just SEETHE, maybe he talks to Aziraphale about it but he basically just goes "oh what? pff thats the tamest shit ever Crowley smh" which angers Crowley even more!

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•Aziraphale with secret scars/lots of scars

AZIRAPHALE WITH SCARS IS SO UNDERAPPRECIATED, we get so many of aziraphale noticing crowleys scars, why not write it the other way around! Aziraphale is supposed to be this divine entity that is nothing but pure, so what if crowley either notices aziraphales pantleg/shirt sleeve rides up, or maybe crowley walks in on aziraphale changing his outfit and just sees the scars on him, catching crowley off guard

-Extra points if aziraphale explains where some of the scars came from, if aziraphale gets slighty flustered/nervous when called out, and/or if crowley is just infatuated with them and finds them super cool/pretty :)

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•Aziraphale getting his wings severely damaged

We love ourselves some wing whump! But one thing I’ve never seen is Aziraphale getting injured while in flight/mid air, but it doesn’t have to be that! Seeing Aziraphale struggle to mend himself while trying not to get overwhelmed at what happened is a very rare treat to see in fanfiction (cuz most of the time it’s also tagged with something like “hardcore sex” or “mpreg” ((NOT TRYING TO JUDGE IM JUST SAYING)) )

-Extra points(?) If Aziraphale doesn’t flinch as much as Crowley thought he would, and he just explains that “heaven prepared him for pain like this” which sets off some THOUGHTS in Crowley

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•Aziraphale revealing his “true” angelic form while in a moment of weakness/vulnerability

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE THOUGHT OF AZIRAPHALE HAVING A MORE “BIBLICALLY ACCURATE” OR “ELDRITCH HORROR” FORM OMG!! I was so sad when I only found ONE small comic about it and ITS NOT EVEN FINISHED :((( so I’m definitely adding this!! Maybe Aziraphale gets injured or cornered while in a moment of extreme stress, hell maybe Crowley gets close to being injured in a moment and Aziraphale just gets so incredibly overwhelmed with emotion that he just- let’s loose, of course though it’s incredibly tiring to use that much power at once, so afterwards he would just be EXHAUSED

-Extra points if Crowley had no idea what Aziraphale looked like truthfully! And is either absolutely terrified when he first sees it, or is shocked that Aziraphale was even capable of being that powerful…

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•Aziraphale falling unconscious when injured

HEAR ME OUT OKAY I KNOW THIS SOUNDS BORING AND GENERIC!!! Aziraphale is one that is constantly seen being bubbly and full of energy, he’s constantly on the move whether it’s working at the bookstore or doing his angelic duties, it’s all Crowley has ever known! So seeing Aziraphale actually pass out/get knocked out while injured is very jarring for Crowley, some might even say worrying (though he would never admit it). There’s so much writing potential in having Crowley tend to Aziraphales wounds and just having to wait for him to wake, ‘why isn’t he talking? Why isn’t he moving?’ “I miss you….please come back….”

-Extra points for going into insane detail on what Crowley does while he waits, what he’s thinking, how he treats Aziraphale, etc.

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•Crowley walking in on Gabriel “punishing” Aziraphale

This one sounds weird I know, because this typically only happens in fanfiction where Gabriel actually comes down to the book shop and beats the hell out of Aziraphale (lmao), and typically it’s just Crowley always walks in after it all happens, what if he walked in while it happened? I like the concept of knowing he probably can’t do anything about it, and maybe shifting into his snake form to not alert Gabriel of his presence, and then immediately after he leaves just BOLTING to Aziraphale, Aziraphale is all apologetic about him having to see that as he’s weakly pushing away Crowley in attempts to look fine (boy you are bleeding a river stop tryna look okay), but the scenario and how Crowley reacts is up to you!

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-Bonus Time!-

First one ever on this blog! I normally will do bonus times if I think of a few concept that aren’t e x a c t l y angsty/whumpy, but I like them so much that they just HAVE to be mentioned

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•Aziraphale swearing infront of Crowley accidentally

When I heard Aziraphale say “fuck” right as he’s being discorporated, it was by far one of the best timed fucks I’ve ever fucking heard in my life! Ever since then I fell in love of the idea of Aziraphale having another slip up (doesn’t have to be full on discorporation though) but this time, Crowley is in the same room as him, let the endless shock and teasing begin!

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•Crowley first realizing he is actually in love with Aziraphale, like, legit legit, not just a tiny crush or “oh he’s cute”

I love the scene in season two between Crowley and Nina, I just wish we got to see what Crowley was exactly thinking/feeling during that, but that’s hard to make in a film so why not write it!

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•Crowley just in general, staring at Aziraphale, imagining the things he wants to do to him

(NOT THAT WAY YOU FUCKERS)

Now that we got that out of the way! Whenever I read fanfic and I see Crowley looking at the little details on Aziraphale it makes me so happy, I love seeing those fanfics where Crowley just watches Aziraphale be himself, or while in the moment of a fight/encounter he notices everything he loves about Aziraphale, and he’s just imagining holding him close….holding his hand gently….just in general doing everything he’s ever wanted to do, but never had felt it be appropriate to do because he’s a demon. He’s not supposed to feel love! He’s not supposed to wanna cup someones face and just lightly kiss them….but god does he wanna do it so bad.

-Extra points for DETAILS PEOPLE DETAILS!!!!

-Also extra points for super flustered and nervous Crowley when he realizes what he’s thinking!!! This is a must omg please

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Random end note: I notice people seem to HATE writing the nursing back to health part of the fanfic, let me tell you something right now hesitant writers: ITS SO MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU WRITE IT (I get so pissed off when people skip the obvious wound bandaging and moments of panic the other person goes through, especially when its like "it all fades to black" and then we're suddenly in the next scene of them being awake, like COME ON JUST CHANGE THE POV OR SOMETHING AND GIVE ME THOSE JUICY DEETS) If you do use these prompts AND write this part, I WILL KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH, I WILL MARRY YOU (AND TO THOSE ASEXUALS ((which i also am)) I WILL BAKE YOU A 20 FOOT CAKE)

That is all I can think of for now!! please like, reblog, and comment (I love reading comments!) if you have any requests for me to do please put it in my ask box or comment! And if you do end up using these ideas for something please tag me! I would love to see what you do and I would totally reblog it! Thank you!!!

My Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Bangsty/profile

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galactic-pirates · 14 days

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For the Fanfiction Writing ask: 2, 18, 29, and 48, please! 😁

Yay thank you for the ask!

2) Where do you get your fic ideas? Ask me at the time and I'll know. Ask me now and I'm not sure. Some are obvious. Like if there's a specific prompt and then my brain chewed on it and lightning struck boom and it coalesced and came together into something.

As you are a Sanctuary friend let's take some of those fics:

Happy Ending = the song "this is the way that we love / like it's forever / and then live the rest of our lives / but not together" and I was like, make it fluffy. I don't know. I was just coming off writing Our Darkest Hour.

Choosing Fate / Time Will Tell = the tropes. I was like let's do an arranged marriage AU. Pretty sure I was watching Bridgerton at the time as well. And then I wanted to see if I could make Soulmates a trope I could like.

Life Without Purpose = for a Zombies in July event

Gentlemen of Blood = I was given the title, and had to think of a fic to go with it. That Bond quote by M came into my head of "when they say they have people everywhere, you don't expect one to be in the bloody room" plus the Sherlock Holmes movies.

I don't know, does that answer it a bit? My brain is a mess and it just needs prompting for it to spark basically.

18) Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research? Nope I'm too lazy. I get easily frustrated. If I can't find the answer quickly I get annoyed. The internet is wonderful and I want to strangulate it sometimes. It's like I know the information must be there, but can I find it? It's no wonder I am drawn more and more to making my own worlds, because then I can just make everything up and don't have to worry about if I'm right or not. I just have to be consistent within my own story.

The aforementioned Happy Ending actually took a surprising amount of research, which to be honest probably ruined the fic because once I had all the stupid marriage details, I had to include them because I had bothered to look them up dammit. Haha, I know, why self? Also Odyssey: Future's Legacy had a lot of history in it and I had to make all the timelines line up. Let me tell you timezones + international travel = headache. I'm pretty sure Warehouse 13 never paid attention to travel times on the actual show but I made everything plausible.

29) What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of? Already answered here :)

48) Who is your favorite character to write for? Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom? This is very close to question 41 (here).

Ok well let's go with Sanctuary fandom. I'm going to go left field and answer with Nigel. Which isn't exactly true but I will explain. Nigel is like the forgotten member of The Five a lot of the time. He's the one that didn't live until the 21st century and the one that isn't romantically linked with Helen. There's very little known about him and I was surprised and delighted as the more I referenced him, the more cohesive he felt in my mind. He got an actual personality, backstory, goals etc. So while Nigel isn't a favourite character, I do enjoy how I developed him.

Bonus question as you had a repeat!

11) Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around? I'm a very linear writer. I literally can't write out of order. Sometimes this trips me up because I think if I sense that something I have written isn't right (aka the foundation is rocky) then I grind to a halt and stop making progress. Now with fanfic which I never tended to revise that heavily, that's fair enough - I'm not going to do a complete redraft but with original work? Ehhh.

It is generally speaking better to revise a complete draft, to see the entire picture. I can't recall where I first heard the expression but I have applied it to drafting ever since - "there's little point in polishing a turd" - aka, I don't know what I'm going to have to cut until I can look at the whole thing, so don't waste time polishing a scene that might not make it. But yeah getting frozen because I have to be linear, but something isn't right, but I shouldn't waste time fixing it - frustrated mental scream!

Oh another point! I have a friend that exclusively jumps around, I don't think they could write linearly if they tried. I have always wanted to ask them, but haven't dared in case they think I'm judging them (and I'm definitely not!), whether they find foreshadowing/thematic arcs/character emotional journey's etc. harder to write as it's out of order. For me, I can't imagine getting my head round it backwards but clearly people do it, so that's a me problem. But yeah no I have to be linear.

#long post #I answer things #sam talks writing

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dynamitedemonlord999 · 1 year

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In The Sea With A True Beauty

So basically a mermaid/merman fanfiction because I can't get my head out of my ass about this. Not gonna lie I wrote 21 pages within two days because of how OBSESSED I get when it comes to writing.

This is not my first fanfiction, (*cough* 17th or more..). Yet I decided for some dumbassed reason to share this with the public. … I don’t know what got into my head honestly but you all can suck it and go someplace else if you don’t like it idgaf.

There’s two versions of this. Both were based on the same idea except I came up with another idea which was too good to let go.

So without further ado for you thirsty fanfiction readers- here's a story about water, but not the kind you wanna drink (Unless Bakugou was in it cause then I’ma chug that shiz XD)

Chapter 1:

This, Katsuki could not believe. Everything was black as memories flashed on his mind. There was a hydroelectric factory on a beach shore which was infiltrated by a rather annoying gang. Deku and Icy Hot of course were going to investigate the scene, but as usual Katsuki had gotten there before the other proheroes. Eager to prove he was better than some extras he went to school with a few years back.

Grunting as he felt his head ringing, more and more memories seeped in his already wet head. Sure enough there was a group of young criminals who were trying to create a bomb from the various chemicals stored within the factory. From what evidence his agency had gathered they had wanted to cause major havoc for the ocean life. Their quite stupid (his thoughts) reason for doing so was that someone's mother (Most likely the leader’s) was killed during some sort of freak accident because someone wasn’t doing their job right. Followed by a pretty hefty lawsuit and yadayadayada Katsuki really didn’t care too much of it all, but what he did know was the date, location, time, and the troublemakers and their scheme. What he didn’t realize is one of their teammates had an interesting water quirk which allowed him to lessen the strength of a liquid. For example if he were to hold his hand out to a bottle with sea water in it, it would turn to fresh water with some salt and other substances separated. To Katsuki’s surprise, really the whole plan was an ambush to take him off the board completely. His place as the tied number one pro hero was pretty well known, especially with his ego for saying nobody else could take him down. All his boasts had truly inspired people who had fallen to their lowest, who had nothing better to do besides maybe taking out some innocent lives to show the world how badly they hurt before they took their own lives. Which is exactly what motivated this group to take out the big number one. Katsuki had saved so many and was a symbol for drive, hard work, and dedication under his rough exterior. Knowing he would come if they taunted him enough, they decided to ambush the hero once he crawled into their snake hole. Sadly, the prohero was too blinded by his ego and pride all the while too filled with confidence that he didn’t care to call for backup or help. Not even from his best friend who shared his same agency. Leaving the prohero all alone as he ran to the scene of crime.

Katsuki’s head was dizzy and filled with muddled thoughts as he tried to fight off his restraints. “I take great pleasure in seeing that-“ The gang’s asshole of a boss chuckled as he leaned in towards Katsuki’s face. The prohero felt his nose burn from the smell of burning tobacco coming from the other male’s mouth. “That this, is how you die.” Katsuki gave the man the dirtiest glare as blood dripped from the top of his forehead. Growling in anger Katsuki lunged towards the leader, however his men quickly grabbed the prohero and began to drag him away. Yelling muffled and angrily he fought to get his chained restraints off. But to no avail as his threats were muffled by the gag. Suddenly he heard a large splash bellow him, followed by the sounds of chains rattling ferociously as they dragged across the wooden deck. Katsuki stumbled as the men let go of hun, practically shoving him or trying to. Then turning and walking away from him, giving up due to their fraction of strength compared to his own. Katsuki, breathing heavily in furious anger, shot towards the boss who simply stood in front of him, amusement written on his crummy face. Suddenly, what felt like a wall had hit Katsuk as he felt his legs be ripped from under him. The bonde’s body slammed onto the wood of the deck with a loud ‘OOF!’, knocking his wind out of him. “MPH!” He grunted as he was being dragged away, before Katsuki knew, it he was falling off the dock and was in mid air. Hearing a gurgling cackle erupt from the gang’s leader. The blonde felt his skin growing on edge while he was in the air, as he wasn’t able to use his quirk through the quirk cancellation cuffs they had stolen. The weight attached to his ankle was dragging him down. Katsuki’s nose struggled to catch even a glimpse of air as he felt as though he slammed into concrete, a loud splash erupted around him as his vision was filled with bubbles. The salt water stung as it invaded his sinuses and eyes, the feeling of fire forced it’s way through his body, but towards his brain and down his throat. Katsuki screamed as his blood boiled as hot as the seeming fire.

Struggling Katsuki thrashed around in the water. ‘I’M NOT GONNA DIE TO THE LIKES OF THOSE FUCKTARDS!’ He screamed in his head as he kept fighting, wiggling and trying to createme space between him and the chains wrapped around his body. ‘NO ONE’S HERE TO SAVE YOU! SO DON’T YOU GIVE UP KATSUKI!’ Memories of the sludge monster crawled into his mind. ‘Nobody was there for you! Only you!’ He kept fighting his restraints as images of the lov dragging him away during the attack at his school’s summer camp. ‘I won’t- I CANT!’ He felt his lungs about to explode as his head was growing light and starting to black out. The chains which wrapped around his body were so tight they felt as though they were squeezing the life out of him. Katsuki’s eyes fluttered as couldn’t get his hands out of the damned quirk cuffs. All the while he wouldn’t stop moving, struggling, the sense of hope and knowledge he could get out if he was truly committed keeping his head focused on the task at hand. The blonde kept taking looks upwards at the surface which was 10 meters away, he refused to admit he was currently I sitting in a watery grave. However he coukdnt deny that he felt himself panic to the point where he didn’t feel the pain of the oxygen within his body disappearing.

Katsuki saw the sun’s waving image above his head, his blonde hair shining almost as brightly. Katsuki felt himself breathe- causing him to scream and throw his head back ‘NO! IM NOT GIVING UP! IM NOT GONNA DIE LIKE THIS!’. If it wasn’t for the salt water, he would have felt tears coming from his eyes as the hopeless truth was weighing heavy on his body like the water filling his lungs. Katsuki swallowed as he fought and squirmed, but to no avail. Suddenly, as if a wave of someone’s hand. He felt his body ease from the tension ever so slightly, darkness came across and filled his vision. His crimson eyes lost their light as his eyelids closed lightly, his body spasmed before relaxing completely. The last bubbles of usable air left his nose.

You were swimming slowly, peacefully, drifting along a current as you grinned to yourself. It was a beautiful time to go in the water. Your hair swayed around you, like a large main of a creature you saw on one of the screens on a building. ‘A- lion was it?’ You thought to yourself, shrugging as you didn’t much care you continued along your way until something different was about the water, it tasted strangely sweet and burning? Now that you thought about it, there were dark clouds above the water. But as you stopped your swim you saw a strange, pale liquid. Blinking you poked it with your webbed and clawed hands ‘What is that?’, it seemed to not dissolve in the water around you, leaning closer you put out your tounge warily. As you tasted it you realized it was the strange taste as it was sweet yet burnt. You then smelled it and accidentally inhaled it. The strong scent of caramel filled your nose, causing you to sneeze. You had never sensed a smell like that, but there was a whole trail coming from somewhere. Quickly but cautiously you swam towards the source. However as you came around large rocks which peaked out of the water. You froze, there was a sight you hadn’t seen before causing your heart to jump into your throat.

A man, who was chained to a large metallic box which sunk into the sand deeper as each minute went by. Looking back up your eyes widened. It was the man who was always growling at everyone and caused fire followed by large dark clouds from his hands. Everyone would scream happily when they saw him. As you knew due to hearing all about him on those large building screens. ‘What is he doing down here? Humans can’t breathe under here for very long-‘. Biting back your curiosity as you instead felt worry.

Quickly you swam with your powerful (f/c) tail. Reaching the male you saw his skin was turning blue, your eyes widened as you reached to his head, resting your webbed hand onto his soft scalp you gently opened his eye. His red eye twitched slightly as it rolled towards the back of his skull. ‘He’s still alive!’ You thought, staring at him you knew what you had to do in order to save him.

Pulling away you looked down at his thick neck, licking your lips you pulled the unconscious man towards yourself. Dropping your level you opened your mouth, showing your shark like teeth and fangs, you ripped your sticky and rough tounge on his soft, meaty, flesh. Before fully pulling him towards yourself as you proceeded to bite him. As you but him, your eyes closed, focusing on the strong magic within your own being and pushing it into him. Similar to a snake injecting venom, as you pulled away to look at your work you saw some blue liquid saliva strain after your mouth. With your thumb, you carefully rubbed it into his neck where you saw his skin speerating into 5 long scratches which stretched and continued to change. Quickly you did the same to his other side, as you rubbed and studied the other side of your current work, you turned your gaze back to the side of his other neck. Small scales had developed over protectively on his new gills. You watched as the pair began to slowly work, grinning toothily at what you had done you moves back up to his face, ripping off whatever was in his mouth easily you watched as more bubbles came from his mouth. Your eyes trailed down to his now deepening blue lips- snapping out of your head you quickly swam behind him. You wrapped your strong arms under him. Knowing that due to him being human and how humans worked- for the most part. His blood was filled with useless oxygen. Meaning the water which filled his lungs were no help. Pulling his body flush against your body you braces yourself as you were going to find out if it was silly or not wether to pump out bad water… in water.

Quickly, with all your might you yoinked the male into your self, before proceeding to do it again, again, and again. The male made out gagging noises as the water moved through his gills, forcing new oxygenized water into his already filled lungs. As you were moving him into you it reminded you of that dog you saw that was jumping in a the back of a woman at the beach. One of the humans screamed and began making annoyingly loud and obnoxious noises before ripping the dog off as it was moving its hips in an always but assumingely powerful way.

Katsuki felt as though he was being ripped away from the darkness. He was coughing something up until finally- “GAHHH!” He gasped, he coughed up something but don’t feel it do much besides clearing up his vision. He heard a strange grudging noise and felt something slamming into him from the back, making him cough up more. Before he could fully register what happened the thing pulled him back once more. Groaning Katsuki used the last of his strength to yell “STOP!” But to no avail as he already felt his lunch exit his system. It felt- rather strange as he felt something else moving into his body. The male took deep, exhausted breaths as his brain rolled in his head. Suddenly he felt something getting blown into him, “G-g-GAahHA!” He yiped as the feeling of his lungs suddenly expanded. He gaped and gasped as he inhaled more clearly, feeling his body achingly come back to life. His breathing regulated as the person behind him assuminglu let go of him. Blinking he couldn’t quite see as his vision was rather blurry. Looking around he jumped slightly as he saw a shade of (h/c) come into view. Followed by half of a even more burred face. He felt someone’s hands cup his face. “What are you-“ He grunted tiredly as felt himself shiver, feeling the coldness and roughness feelings of the person’s skin. He then felt the person close his eye “Oi, don’t touch me-“ He tried to say but it came out as strange gurgles. Suddenly he was pulled towards the person and felt a strange slimy thing move over his eye. “EWW WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” He shouted through many bubbles which were coming from his own mouth. However the person didn’t listen as they rubbed their finger over his eye. Blinking furiously he opened his right eye as he felt a strange tingling notion, but he felt himself gasped yet again. He saw as clear as daylight- or whatever was shining through the strange blue abyss he was in. Suddenly he felt the same thing happen to his other eye. Not even getting a good look at what we idiot decided to help him. “Oí, I-if you don’t get off me then I’m gonn-“ his good eye trailed towards the person but saw instead a long, shiny, (f/c) tail. He found the words leave his brain as the person pulled away. Hesitantly he opened his other eye and jumped. In his now perfect sight, he saw you. Your face staring at him, studying him, worry written on your expressions, you tilted his head and ignored his shouted as he felt you inspect something on his neck. You then lifted his eyelids open and checked his eyes. “HEY! Get off me!” The noises coming from his mouth made you scrunch your face in confusion and you slightly pulled away.

You weren’t sure if the blonde with a coral looking head was happy and trying to thank you- or if he was scared. ‘Well- of course he would be scared. I mean he did almost die and I saved him!’ You reasoned with yourself. ‘So he must feel overwhelmed because he’s trapped and came back to life- awww poor pup.’ Your eyebrows furrowed as your lips pouted, feeling bad for the man who was still making strange but bubbling noises, so knowing what humans did to their pets or their own pups you leaned closer...

“.. I DIDN'T NEED YOUR HELP I WAS JUST FINE SO DON'T YOU DARE THINK YOU CAN TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME YOU-“ Katsuki’s mouth stopped moving upon feeling your arms wrap around him. He blinked as you put your head against his, he felt something large swirl and wrap around his legs, hearing the chain which had captured him clink to something touching it. He heard a strange purring vibrate on his chest and into his own ears- or was it him shaking due to how cold the person was? His chin quivered as you ‘stood’ there, hugging him for goodness knows how long.

Thinking your idea worked you pulled back and as humans would say- put the cherry on top by giving the now breathing human a quick kiss on his nose. Pulling back you smiled brightly at him. Your mouth moved the widest it had ever been in your entirety as you felt it stretch. The blonde’s eyes was so big and wide you thought they would pop out. Blinking you looked to the side and then waved your hand in the front of his face. Like magic he was back at making strange gurgling noises, his face was a bright red. You looked at him confused ‘Is- this him thanking me?’. You watched as he moved violently away from you, then it clicked as the chains did. “OH!” You dove downwards and heard the human’s noises surpassingly grow louder.

You studied the chains as they were wielded to the bottom of the rock that was sinking farther into the sand. Your brows furrowed as sand shouldn’t act like that, you moved the sand away. You saw a strange looking rock which reminded you of another yet smaller rock that you would play with when you were young. You found it fun as you would hold it in your palm and easily crush it into dust. The human was still shouting up a storm as he glared downwards at you. You rollled your eyes as you watched the chains he was attatchef to move like an earthquake almost. However you jumped as the weight suddenly jolt downwards, moaning out a cracking noise which echoed away from you. Your eyes widened and your heart dropped. Turning your head and looking to the side, seeing only deep blue sea but there was a drop off. The cliff- like top the human was trapped on was a hollowed in surface- meaning…

If he kept thrashing around and moving, he would be un-intentionally moving the sinking object. Him drowning wouldn’t be his death, it would be the floor under him collapsing. Hearing more cracks under the sand, you zoomed up.

Katsuki’s kept trying to break free as he was sick of seeing you move around him. “GRAHH!” He shouted muffled by the water as he needed to get back to land and stop that damn gang before Icy hit and that damned Deku got bragging rights against him. Suddenly you, the strange female popped up. You shook your head and had your arms raised. “I shut the hell up! I’m getting out of here!” He shouted annoyedly “And I don’t need your help so just go to he-“ he let out a yelp as he suddenly was jolted down. “What the?” He looked down and heard frantic clicking and siren noises. He saw your mouth moving as if you were trying to tell him something. However the pro’s instincts told him if he didn’t get out of this mess soon something worse would happen. As if anything was worse than drowning and dreaming of a weirdo like you in whatever bottom of hell he was trapped in.

You watched as the human ignored you with his eyes closed and began to jerk himself harder, wiggling like an eel or snake as he tried to get free. “NO STOP!” You tried to say- however there was a large moan and breaking noise. The blonde’s now serpent looking eyes turned to small slits. He looked down as puffs of sand was shot into the air, growing closer and closer. You’re heart stopped beating, as if in slow motion the both of you turned to each other. For once, you saw the human’s eyes not look strange or angry. Instead, his eyes were wide with panic and helplessness, his pupils were so large it reminded you of a deal begging you for the fish you caught a while back. A loud crack broke the scilence between the two of you.

The whole ocean seemed to be shaking. Then, everything began to crumble and sink inwards. Your head shot downwards as you saw the huge weight break through the floor and penetrated downwards. You quickly shot down and grabbed the human’s torso. “What are you doing?! Get out of here!” He shouted, that much you could understand. You grunted and felt panic ripple down your scaled arms. You held into him for dear life but the both of you were sinking now. You grunted and growled in dismay as you let him go and grabbed the chain, you began to pull with all your might but to no avail. The sand and broken chunks of rock was dropping down onto the already heavy weight. You gasped as you felt your hand’s webbing being slightly ripped off as you held on. Your knuckles turning white as you continued to quickly sink. However your heard the chains make strange crunching noises. As you pulled you realized the chains themselves were breaking. Eyes lit up, you let go and rapidly searched for the breaking link. You had a small grin plastered onto your face as you finally found it. Your faintly (f/c) colored webbed fingers clawed at the chain. You heard it break and even felt it weakening under your powerful grip. Your veins punched out as you angled your tail and used it to help propel you upwards. Finally you heard a satisfying’Clink!’, you felt your momentum of almost a rocket send you up. You recovered however and dropped back down and grabbed the human as he was still fighting out of his restraints. As you pulled up with the hope of freedom. Your heart stopped as you felt a strong pull stop you. ‘What?’ You questioned, looking down you saw there was one more chain, the ones attatched to his legs. The blonde looked at you with more fear as it grew by the minute. “GET OUT OF HERE AND SAVE YOURSELF!” He screamed which went to waste as you couldn’t understand a damned thing that came from his mouth. As if it was a volcano of loud, scary, noises and bubbles. Y yet you could understand his urgency but no matter of the situation, you wouldn’t leave a life. Even if it was human, alone to die without doing your damned everything to save them!

By this time your tail and his feet was below the surface, sand filling the seemingly bottom pit of the ocean. Shaking your head you glared at him which met his own. “YOURE CRAZY, GO!” He shouted, but seeing his hands behind him you saw even more of the strange liquid coming from his plans. Even some strange black clouds coming from the cracks of the box. An idea formed in your head, turning your head you looked for what you needed to do this.

“Jus- leave me alright?! It’ll be fine! But I won’t have anyone else’s deaths on my hands!” He felt shocked as suddenly you dove under him. “NO YOU IDIOT WHATRE YOU DOING?! YOURE GONNA GET YOURSELF KILLED-“ However to his surprise you came back with a larger rock in your hand. Moving behind him you held onto him and used your tail to slow his fall. With your other hand you slammed the rock into the back of his body, where his hands were trapped. As you hammered away Katsuki looked up and saw more sand coming down with more of the rocks from above following. “You better hurry up with whatever you’re doing idiot!” He barked. Finally you had it in his head you were NOT gonna leave. However the rock in your hand crumpled. You looked at him helpless until you were hit with another idea. Knowing you were crazy you held onto him and moved more to the front of him. Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes as you blew many large bubbles on the metal box.

Katsuki felt the anger of his uselessness suffocatingly heavy. He barely noticed a flicker in his palm’s had. Recognizing the feeling and wasting no time, he did what he knew since he was almost a baby. A wicked smile growing on his face.

The sand and large blocks of what used to be a surface were caving downwards. Flooding the situation of the buried alive pro hero. As a few minutes went by there was a sudden and ear-plotting ‘BOOM’. Followed by a someone shooting out of the sand. Katsuki’s hands were finally free, as he shot up like a rocket with you hanging onto him. However it didn’t last forever as his momentum rapidly de-escalated. Katsuki leaned down and began working the chains off. He knew he couldn’t use his quirk any more under water as the water would take away his sweat which was ESSENTIAL for his quirk to work. However as he did he stopped as he saw your (f/c), webbed hands reach down and help him. Katsuki’s red eyes looked up and he balked, how had he not noticed? With your body in the sunlight he saw your tanned or dark skin color that was ridden in muscle. You had gills on you neck and webbed ears. As he looked at you more he felt something brush against his boots. Looking down he saw your beautiful, shining, and bright (f/c) colored tail! Shooting his head up he stared into your mixed (f/c) and (e/c) colored eyes. They were strange, they had a film over them making them shine more than any other person’s eyes he had ever seen. Your pupils were slitted like a cat’s or snake’s. He didn’t even realize he had his mouth ajar until you finally got the chains off of him. Looking up at him you grinned at him with your small shark-like teeth. Katsuki thought the water had gotten to him- but he knew his own mind, no matter what state he was I could make you up.

As soon as you freed the human you smiled happily, looking up you saw you two weren’t too far from the surface. You felt some peace as the two of you were no longer sinking into a scary unknown possible death. You held onto him as you used the last burst of energy to make you two surface as fast as possible. Before he would freak out anymore than he had. It wasn’t good to stress so badly right after he had turned. You could sense that much at least.

As soon as you reached the top of the ocean the blonde gasped and coughed the water out of his mouth and lungs. You watched as his gills were open and flared. You turned your head as he was breathing. But he began to grunt in pain, grabbing near his neck. Your eyebrows furrowed as he gulped and gasped for air, like a fish on the shore of the beach. You scooped his head, and held him against his will, higher into the air. The human gasped and grunted in pain. His face scrunched up as he tried to pull away from your clawed grasps. He couldn’t go back into the water, his body had to re-learn how to breathe above the water with the new gills you gave him. Or he’d forever be stuck under water. You remembered the feeling. You had hated the pain so much that you decided to not do it. It had quite literally taken you YEARS to be able to stick your head above the water and actually be able to breathe.

Eventually you watched his gills close. He let out another gasp and deeply inhaled the air. FINALLY able to breathe. You let out a tired, sigh of relief. However as you looked at him you noticed how his eyes were flickering and moving all over the pace. His breathing becoming irregular as he slumped towards you. Dropping him and recovering by quickly catching him, you felt his heavy head lay on your shoulder. His breath quiet and ragged. You sighed as you knew you’d have to take care of the small human. Looking down at him only reminded you of the little pups the seals had, or a calf a mother whale would swim with. Once you had to help a poor lost calf and guide it back to its family. You moved the blonde’s longer, soft hair out of his face. You held him in one arm and had his arms around your neck. You further situated him where his head would be sure above water as he was unconscious. You then turned and looked sprung. A once large building stood bright, but it currently was covered in bright, thick, ice. Along with some smoke coming out of it. You saw there was tension there, some sort of struggle. Turning your head you knew it wouldn’t be safe for the human. So, you instead swam away where you knew he would be safe because no other humans would visit you there. With no humans meant no danger, which further meant safety for you and this human.

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morality in the world of good omens

so i wrote another (admittedly very messy) essay on good omens not long ago right after watching season 2 but after finishing that, rewatching all of both seasons multiple times, and reading through the book, i have a couple more distinct ideas to get out...somewhere...if only for my own sanity. this is me throwing my thoughts into the internet before i pop, if you will. just 3 sections, below the cut.

1. environment, characters, & transformative fandom creations

to start this post off a bit more broadly, i've been thinking a lot recently about transformative fandom and the reasons why we write fanfiction/create semi-original works in the first place, as well as why certain aspects of fandom (writing, art, analysis, etc.) will be more appealing to me for certain shows/series than others. correct me if you have a totally different view of this, but in my experience i've found that i tend to naturally gravitate towards different parts of fandom depending on what the original medium of the story was- podcasts tend to lead to some of the most interesting art trends, for example, since there's more room for interpretation and character design tends to be more of an ongoing community project than something set in stone like for a tv show with live human actors.

in my own observation, i've noticed that a lot of the really big & excitable fandoms, the ones that generate tons & tons of fanworks more naturally (a.k.a. just because of the story itself & not other factors like a pre-existing franchise or hype about new great gay representation, etc.) tend to surround stories that fall into a kind of "sweet spot" that makes the creation of fanworks really appealing. if you've ever wondered why there are so many ravenous artists bending over backwards to draw gorgeous fanart for stuff like homestuck or south park or even minecraft youtubers, it's likely because those stories all fall into a sweet spot for drawing, with character designs that are recognizable at a glance and yet still simple enough that there is plenty of room for personal creative touches. (think also, if you're familiar with such kinds of homestuck terms: hyperflexible mythologies, A4:1524, and/or this archive link cause the official thing is down now for some reason)

the conclusion i've come to is thus that even something as basic as the original medium of a story can dictate a lot about what kinds of fan activities are more common or popular within said story's fandom.

so, back to good omens- for me, this all relates back because of a question i've been messing with in my head recently, about why i've been less interested in fanfiction for good omens than i have been for the last few fandoms i've been, almost all of which have basically broken my ao3 bookmarks.

this question has been fucking with me for a while now, largely because i'm not entirely sure what's motivating it. a lot of times i can figure out pretty easily why i might personally not be interested in some parts of fandom, but that's not really the case here. from what i've seen this fandom seems to be pretty mixed in terms of age, & the writing that i have read is certainly no worse than i've seen elsewhere, perhaps even better in some places- and yet, i can't seem to get entirely into it, even getting frustrated as i can't find something to my tastes for an ao3 bedtime story as i've grown so accustomed. what caught me off guard is that this was an issue that i ran into while watching season 1 as well, back when the series was still quite popular but not blowing up like it is right now.

a lot of this may seem like (and likely is, at least in part) basic overthinking, but i mentioned it all here because the answer i eventually came to is reminiscent of my previous reflections above on the nature of fandom & how/why fanworks are created.

a couple paragraphs above, i used the example of art as an example of how fandoms that generate a lot of original artwork will often do the most when the original story falls into a sweet spot of character design, but notably i think that this sentiment applies to a lot more than just art. if you've ever seen the copious amounts of kpop & hockey rpf fanfiction that lives on ao3, it should be clear that this applies to writing too.

i wrote this essay a while back responding to an observation about the lack of a more extensive symbolic language in fanfiction & i've toyed around with the idea more since, particularly in considering the question of why a lot of what we see as the staples of fanfiction exist in the first place. in that post, my response largely revolved around an argument of why we create fanfiction- namely, that fanfiction is created as in tandem with deeper analysis of the original story/series, as a way of trying to practically apply character analysis to a new context.

the key part of that last sentence to me is how a lot of this revolves around character analysis (and shipping, but really it's the characters that motivate the shipping in most cases so. same difference).

i tend to instinctively separate fanfiction into two separate categories: fanfiction that is based out of the original world/canon of the story (including but not limited to fix-its, deeper analysis fics that take a scene & extrapolate from it, continuations, etc.) and fanfiction that takes the characters from the original story & plops them in an alternate universe/AU. while i separate these out as two distinct categories of fanfiction, i should also clarify that i don't think these two groups are necessarily equal in terms of number of fics- rather, the vast majority of fanfiction tends to be AUs, keeping the original characters & changing any & all aspects of the world around them. again, this may vary depending on the story & Vibe of the fandom at the time, stories like game of thrones or harry potter or homestuck might have a lot more in the canon category by nature of any major dissatisfactions the fandom has with how the original story was told, but in most cases AUs are more popular. this was a lot of the basis behind my argument that fanfiction is created as character analysis in fact, since the characters are the most important part that carries over from original story to fanwork, as well as can end up being one of the most debated/scorned parts when it comes to fandom drift (i.e. "that's out of character"/"he wouldn't do that"/and all other such arguments about fanon vs. canon characterization).

basically, my conclusion in this case was that i was a lot less interested in gomens fic largely because i have a really hard time separating the characters from the world in the case of this particular story. aziraphale & crowley being an angel & a demon and dealing with all of the bullshit of their world when it comes to heaven & hell are such integral parts of their characters in my mind that i have a much harder time getting behind AU fanfiction that plops them in a totally different context. it's just a much harder sell for keeping the characters in character for me. (i also tend to not like s2 fix-its just cause, idk they're just not my style, which is where a lot of the recent blast of energy has led us.) to clarify, this is not a judgement, just a matter of personal preference and a reflection of why, even if a lot of fandoms will look the same from the outside/involve the same things like art, fic, etc., an individual's mileage can vary wildly when it comes to how they interact with different things online.

*additional note, also for clarification: i do want to acknowledge that a lot of this depends on pure popularity as well, popular fandoms will often end up with basically everything in terms of fanworks just by nature of how many people are interacting with & thinking deeply about the story. my point here is more along the lines of the fact that even within the more well-populated fandoms, certain types of fanwork will often Stick Out more to me than others, or even be visibly much more common than in other fandoms, due largely to the original medium/structure of how the story.

so, speaking of aziraphale & crowley in more depth now- why does the world of good omens feel like such an integral part of their personalities when it comes to characterization? up next, let's talk about morality within the context of good omens' perhaps surprisingly secular take on heaven & hell.

2. the amorality of heaven & hell (ft. the crowley quote apples you know the one)

(warning in advance that this section may be a bit limited since i'm not going to get super far (or very far at all, really) into the whole religious-analysis aspect of good omens.)

i've been binge-reading the original pterry & gaiman book for good omens over the last few days and it's been very fun seeing all the slight changes between the tv show & the original. you can really see the hand of the original creators in how the tv show was translated, even just by looking at which parts made it and which parts were deemed worth cutting out. i suppose having one of the original creators right there helping build everything really helps make a book -> show translation work, since the ASOUE tv series was also pretty well received- something about knowing what's the core of the series & truly important to keep in, and having more time to tell the story itself?

anyways, i have a short list of notes that i've been taking as i read, conversations that stand out to me or footnotes that particularly amused me, but i keep coming back to one line that stood out to me quite early on. in context, this line comes from crowley during the conversation where he is first attempting to fully convince aziraphale about stopping armageddon, specifically when they're talking about exerting equal forces on warlock to make him normal:

"You're saying the child isn't evil of itself?" [Aziraphale] said slowly. "Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality, waiting to be shaped," said Crowley. He shrugged. "Anyway, why're we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that."

(pg. 67)

"They're just names for sides." if i had to pick one line to sum up the view on religious morality of this series, this would likely be it.

on the one hand, i tend to interpret a lot gomens' take on heaven & hell within the context of its political stance, something that is particularly obvious through a line from gabriel in s2e2 where he tries to clarify to aziraphale that heaven isn't trying to hurt job directly, but instead is just not stopping hell from doing horrible things to him. while there may be some additional nuance to add to this take within the context of british politics that i don't really know well enough to add about, i'm inclined to see this from the side of my own familiar american politics, which might hold some weight considering how long mr. gaiman's lived around here. point is, my current interpretation of that line is that it helps in more clearly establishing the analogy of heaven & hell as the story moves forward into newer seasons and thus more contemporary politics, equating heaven with mainstream liberal politics & politicians and hell with conservatives.

this stance seems to be emphasized even more in the tv show than the book which makes sense considering its been coming out more recently, and especially in season 2 which is still quite caught up in a lot of quarantine-based reflection. (the tv show puts a lot more emphasis on heaven & hell in general, actually, perhaps initially a byproduct of actually being able to see those environments in their entirety and all the angels & demons that populate them- but we'll get to that.)

the book takes a slightly different stance that, fittingly, seems more reflective of the time it came out. in particular, i was struck a lot more when reading the book by adam's rise (fall?) to power, and how much of it was motivated by a burgeoning nervousness/pessimism about climate change and the anxieties of younger generations that comes with inheriting an earth that feels so fucked up. honestly if anything it's only gotten more relevant in that respect, what with the current vibe on the internet & the hopelessness of the doomer gen z gang, but it also has a distinctly different flavor to me from the tv show, which i think is largely because it's less connected to Formal politics since again we see a whole lot less of heaven & hell as such distinct, bureaucratic entities.

instead, there is a very distinctly amoral aspect to heaven & hell that we get through lines like the one above and especially from characters like crowley. this is why i argue that good omens, despite having so many religious elements, is such a deeply secular take, especially when it comes to its ethics & morality- Good and Evil, notably with the capital letters in this case, has very little to do with actual actions and much more to do with the name that you stamp on top of said actions. heaven & hell and the angels & demons that we see directing and watching and generally fucking with aziraphale & crowley throughout the story are distinctly separate from humanity, and as we see even more as the story progresses, distinctly unaware about what it even means to be a human, in both a deeper philosophical & very basic and literal sense. Good and Evil is simply another name for the sides- and thus the true ethics is something separate, and based in a deeply human experience.

in my opinion this is also why aziraphale & crowley, lovers of humanity and also to some degree spokespersons of it from how much they've "gone native," tend to be so deeply at odds with both heaven & hell and always end up agreeing with each other over their own supposed sides. what makes aziraphale & crowley so distinctly different is that they ascribe to the same ethics & morality that humanity does, or at the very least are trying to figure out ethics & morality & How to Be a Good Person in the same horribly messy way that humans do, separating them from the black & white "this side Good & this side Bad," logic that the rest of heaven & hell instinctively ascribe to.

there's a lot of nuance here, which is also why i think there is such an emphasis on moral ambiguity (and love, but we'll get to that) throughout season 2. the story of job, grave robbing, & questionable attempts at matchmaking- aziraphale is working through a lot of Shit right now when it comes to trying to figure out what the Good thing actually fucking is, and i think it's key that a lot of that is motivated by crowley himself. crowley might'e been cast out of heaven for asking too many questions, but aziraphale is there & listening to them & giving them the serious thought they deserve, and that can't be overlooked.

sidenote: i couldn't figure out a place to shove this in, but i also wanna point out that a lot of this is tied to the idea of growing over time too. on the same page as the quote transcribed above is another line from crowley leading up to aziraphale's question that puts a lot of emphasis on the fact that warlock is going to be a product of nurture, not nature. again, this is an argument against basic black & white assigned-at-birth morality for the ability of humans to grow & change over time and be influenced by the people around them.

it's notable that despite adam's supposed origin as a Son of Satan, what really gets him to stop the apocalypse in the end is the fact that he doesn't really give a shit about all this big plans but instead just wants to hang around his friends. there's a lot of emphasis in the book placed on how beautiful & nice tadfield is as a place for a young kid to grow up, how well loved & fiercely protected it as as something beloved to adam. while he might be overwhelmed when faced with the full picture of how horrible the world can be, ultimately what he cares about is loving & taking care of the people & places that he grew up learning were precious, and the only way to do that is to keep growing & changing yourself within that world and trying to help it also grow into something better, not throw it all away just for the slightest chance that you could restart. a message worth taking the time to think about, at the absolute very least.

3. finding morality w/in humanity: crowley & aziraphale and speculation for s3

i have complicated feelings about both aziraphale & crowley throughout a lot of the show and especially in season 2. i think a lot of people, myself included, are inclined to see crowley as the voice of reason in this season, and for good reason- as i mentioned before, a lot of aziraphale's deeper questioning of the status quo and goodness (Goodness) as a whole is motivated by questions from crowley.

i kiiind of mentioned this in my previous essay, but to state it more clearly, my take on crowley is that he's arriving at the right answer for the wrong reasons, and, conversely, aziraphale is arriving at the wrong answer for... kind of also the wrong reasons but also slightly for the right reasons. let me explain.

crowley is clearly much more aware of the flaws in both heaven & hell than aziraphale is, which seems to be the basis behind a lot of his motivation in asking aziraphale so many questions in the first place. he's also, as maggie & nina point out in s2e6, deeply lonely, often running away or getting ready to fight literally anyone that isn't aziraphale (or humans, but that's a little more complicated). from his reaction to beelz & gabriel getting together, i think it's pretty clear that he still hasn't entirely given up on the whole alpha centauri idea, and it makes sense- as i said in that last essay, crowley basically won the argument at the end of the previous season when it comes to aziraphale & crowley, "making [their] own side," so he doesn't have much reason to face any of his personal fears until maggie & nina basically point out that they exist directly to his face. once they do point it out, however, he's very motivated to act & does so almost immediately, even after hearing what aziraphale has to tell him and being pretty thoroughly devastated by it.

my point here is that crowley is correct in seeing the toxicity of both heaven & hell, he's just flawed and largely motivated by fear (up for debate if that's all it is, but i certainly think it's a big part of it) in his desire to run away from it all. it's not quite armageddon, again he's going more flight > fight here, but he's still ultimately giving up and that's not a great conclusion.

on the other hand, as some others on this site have pointed out, aziraphale is certainly showing a lot of strength in his willingness to keep fighting & try to change things for the better, but it's not hard to see how that belief has been twisted. one of aziraphale's biggest flaw in motivation at this point imo is that he doesn't just believe in goodness but Goodness, the kind that's tied to heaven always being right & all actions being morally Good so long as they're done under the name of heaven, and that clearly also isn't great.

thus what i think the both of these two really need ultimately is that deeper connection to humanity, and the ethics born from humans interacting with humans. we can already see how strong these two are when they collaborate, even when they're doing their absolute best to be as subtle as possible, but what i think they need is to once again be grounded by humanity, not to get so caught up in the bullshittery of heaven & hell and Good & Evil, but once again find a goodness defined by the world that they mutually love so much and stick with it.

i keep tossing a question around in my head about whether or not aziraphale & crowley are going to end up human by the end of this series. it feels natural that they would, they're already so at home and in love with earth & around humanity, but i'm also not entirely sure if that would be a happy ending for them considering how long they've watched & loved the world as it's changed. perhaps taking this post into account is another push towards humanity as a happy ending, not running away to a cottage to get away from the world (i just can't see running away to a cottage to be together as as happy ending, sorry- it might work for beelz & gabriel but not for aziraphale & crowley), but choosing to settle down within that world that is so dear.

#'just three sections' LAFFS. YEAH #astronaut rambles #good omens #gomens #no but i like this one a lot better than the last attempt at a gomens essay #this one feels a lot cleaner. more focused?#got a bit sappy at the end but i don't mind humanity is always worth loving #also off topic but i read this really interesting paper at work the other day #about pratchett’s writing in discworld & zizek & religion #forget what it’s called now but it was an interesting take on how fiction/fantasy can allow for deeper insights/reflection of reality #got some discworld books today so looking forward to reading those once i slurp up the last hundred or so pages of good omens #also thanks to my dad for having some interesting commentary on the job interpretation in s2e2 today #i all but literally slept through sunday school so i think a lot of the more noteworthy religion takes in this show go over my head =3=‘’#man i am so very much looking forward to how season 3 continues this story #i feel like a lot of the big conclusions there are really gonna be important for the direction of the story’s main message #season 2 is just. such a transition season it’s hard to get super distinct conclusions sometimes #like it’s still going somewhere there’s shit developing #it’s not like sherlock where it just teases deeper meaning forever but gives you nothing #but. it’s just so obviously Not Over Yet and I Need More #anyways much love i need to go to bed now arghfjdkd lots of shit to do in the future but all i wanna do is keep writing gomens essays. sigh #brainrot central #oh yay my phone’s at 69% now ☺️ wheeee #good omens meta

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Despite taking a hiatus from writing I decided to cobble up something together from an AU idea for Epic Mickey because I COULDN'T GET THIS STUPID IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD! Because of my hiatus I'm posting this here rather than on my AO3 in order to just catalog this AU and it's premise in some way. Note that I still have yet to play the game and I really could sit down and play it now although I refuse too and I'm waiting for the remaster to come out. Be warned this is like 3,662 words, comes from an awful writer, and more than anything this is just an excuse for me to insert my favorite murderous rubberhose characters into a world and have them interact with my favorite normal rubberhose characters.

Repeating myself this time in bold letters: This is a fanfiction with 3,662 words that I'm posting here because why the fuck not. I have not played Epic Mickey yet this is an AU idea that takes place in that world. This features Oswald as well as the horror characters Bendy/The Ink Demon, Skitzo the 1920s Killer Bear, and the Cartoon Cat and Dog. As such these are MY takes on this character where they serve a role in this AU. Excuse the cringe and if you wanna spare yourself do not click, I am a bad writer and I never claim myself to be good. Also I basically copied and pasted this from my notes so there probably IS mistakes.

(also adding this but uhh I don't think this story needs any MAJOR content warnings but ya know this story is called "Blood and Ink" so expect blood and some stuff relating to it. Overall this entire thing is rated like T for teen. Oh and one last CW warning: cringe)

Blood and Ink

Oswald looked at the map the Sorcerer gave him, this was the right place yet he felt unsure about all of this. The area he found himself in wasn't known to anyone in wasteland but him, even then he never had been here. He never had any reason to be here until now. Wasteland was meant to be a savior from oblivion, a place that the forgotten would thrive and live, sadly some couldn't be spared. Even wasteland was home to a place where the forgotten truly came to die, a select few not even Yen Sid could save. As such he created a place for them, a place that served as a memorial to those who didn't even get a second chance.

The graveyard

That's where Oswald found himself, walking amidst the area where the dead came to dance and spirits of cartoons of long past lingered. The worst part? All the names and portraits on the graves he recognized. Each and every name littered on a gravestone was some toon he remembered yet seemingly no one else did. The lack of recollection made it so that this entire place was a reminder of the fate that had befallen them.

"No! I already went through the trouble of getting this!" Remarked Oswald while holding the magic brush he "borrowed" close like a weapon "I can't let it get to me now.... I gotta do this" stuffing the map down into his shorts he pressed on "if not for me, then for wasteland and everyone in it!"

Despite his own courageous words he was scared to death by the surrounding—well—death. It seemed like the faces on the tombstones followed him, the eyes of the fallen eyeing one of their brethren that was still breathing. Gravel and dirt made an uncomfortable noise scraping against the bottom of his paws, it was even more uncomfortable of a feeling. Despite the sensation he wasn't going to be deterred by pain, after all there was something much more frightening to worry about where he was at. Oswald knew the graveyard wasn't just a memorial, it's other purpose was the exact reason why he was here. The graveyard served as a prison for things that even Yen Sid had no control over.

The words of the Sorcerer echoed in the rabbit's mind, the warning he was given frightening him of what's to come: "some toons—nay—abominations do not deserve remembrance. There are some which are made of neither paint nor thinner which have no reason to exist, creatures not made to bring joy but to corrupt and feed on the joy that others bring. Toons, if you can even call them that, which are made of ink and blood. Like parasites you can't merely get rid of these accursed amalgams as well, like leeches they latch onto whatever comes their way, likewise they dwell in the world I created for you and so many others. Locked away in an area you know about yet never ventured into they await for whoever wishes to disturb them and open a gateway to their calamity" The look Yen Sid gave him was impossible to forget, Oswald saw fear in the Sorcerer's eyes as the last bit of the warning came out "I cannot save you nor wasteland if you call upon their aid as I'm bound to not interfere in your affairs, but I cannot bar you from this information either. It is your choice Oswald, I urge you to make haste and choose the fate of everyone, else your choice will be made for you by the powers at play"

It still gave him the chills, those words telling him how exactly dire everything was. Oswald pressed on however, hoping to get his mind off things he glanced at a grave trying to recall whatever poor soul was gone completely. There on the stone read the name of a long since gone toon by the name of “Krazy”. Curiously the grave was half-broken, chipped on one side via some vandalism caused by a brick. Upon closer inspection Oswald found the brick also had a name on it, “Ignatz” it read.

Oswald recalled the pair, one adoring the other and being met with a brick to the head. Despite the abuse they cared for each other, Ignatz and his violent ways was a sign of love, at least that's how Krazy interpreted it. The two toon's graves stabbed Oswald in the heart he was lacking, the knowledge that toons who had families, wants, dreams, all of which he also had were suddenly erased and left here pained him. This pain was just another motivator, he didn't want his friends or his family sharing the same fate, he didn't want wasteland to just be one giant graveyard where everyone was just words and pictures on stones. That mouse had forgotten and abandoned them despite everything they had been through, it was Oswald who had to be the hero now. Shaking off the emotional hurt Oswald stopped in front of a large stone mausoleum. The door was solid rock, the entire thing being rendered inert by the Sorcerer himself to prevent things from getting in. Well, it would be more exact to say he wanted to make sure nothing got out.

Oswald took a breath and pointed the paint brush at the two grey doors, ready to open it "alright magic brush, do your thing!" After a second or two nothing came out, the rabbit looked down with a frown "oh you gotta be kidding me, get on with it already!"

Slapping the hilt as if it were a toy that was running out of batteries, Oswald activated it's powers. Calling upon the magic that jostled through the enchanted item a torrent of blue paint came spilling out of the tip and onto the stone returning it to marble. After a few seconds the paint brush stopped, the last bits of paint fully giving life to the mausoleum, Oswald was unsure how exactly how to use it yet since he got to wasteland he had been testing it out. One could suppose it was just luck that he had figured out how to fire paint, how to use thinner was another story completely and he was unsure on how to call upon that power yet that didn't matter. What mattered right now was finding these things that could help him.

Trying to push the door open came with its own unique challenge, Oswald found his small statue made it hard to push solid marble. That wasn't going to get him down or stop him, instead he took a few steps back, holstered the paint brush via having his ears hold it, and puffed out his chest. With one quick charge the rabbit used all that strength he had earned by keeping the blot bottled long ago to open the door to something far, far worse. The heavy doors scraped at the ground and parted, Oswald's momentum carried him forward into the mausoleum sending him tumbling down some stairs deep into a crypt.

"AH!" He yelped whilst falling. Luckily for him he landed on his paws, well at least his paws landed first and all of his distached limbs slowly landed on top of each other after. Piece by piece Oswald was reassembled by gravity until he was standing there fine. "Phew!" He huffed "now where is-" his eyes landed on the brush next to him "there you are, let's get going"

Grabbing the brush the rabbit walked through the darkness and shadows with less fear than he had coming in. After all he had to save his world from whatever was happening to it. If the Sorcerer couldn't save it maybe these mysterious toons locked away could, rumors said they held creation powers similar in nature. These rumors weren't as kind to these toons as they were to the Sorcerer however, while Yen Sid was treated as some sort of guardian angel these creatures were treated like Boogeymen. Evil monochromatic beings that would snatch up a victim in the dead of night and gobble them up, at least that's what so many seemed to believe. Through a certain doctor's help Oswald had found out something different, bits and fragments of who or what they were got teleported into wasteland, posters for their cartoons, burnt film reels, and pens that their animators drew them up with. One such artifact were newspaper clippings detailing the hysteria that these creature's cartoons had brought upon anyone who viewed their cartoons. Their cartoons and the effect they had on the watchers were the exact reason why they were locked up. The things the audience did to themselves, what they did to each other, it was awful, the description of the people maiming one and another reminded Oswald of who exactly he was calling upon. He was asking for help from the downright evil.

That didn't matter still, instead of focusing on how horrific these things could be he descended into the crypt further until the door behind him slammed shut. Oswald's ears shot up and became detached by the startling slam, he didn't turn around though, he just had to keep going. Oswald kept walking until he finally reached the end of a long passageway which opened up into a large cavern. In the cavern at the very back were four projector screens that were powered off, just sitting there dormant and ready. It was pitch black and he couldn't make sense of whatever was going on behind the projector screen's circuits, besides there was no power in the cave so it's not like they'd be able to turn on anyways. Stumbling around he eventually walked right into the center of the room, this one little action awakening something he should have thought harder before asking for help.

The cavern was slowly covered in a grim red light that painted shadows on the walls, the shadows dancing and writhing while music played from nowhere. Now that he could see Oswald saw unlike the rest of the screens around wasteland these projector screens had no technology or mechanical parts behind them, they were just blank screens with red and black splotches on them. Wasteland itself seemed to sense this sinister presence, tints and turps came rising from the ground and flew at the projector screens to keep whatever was coming at bay. Once the spirits made contact the blue and green creatures suddenly stopped, the little wisps jittered around uncontrollably and Oswald watched as their color faded and were replaced with a crimson and black respectively. The newly made corrupted spirits circled the rabbit and crashed down at his feet, splatting red and black against the ground around him.

"What the?–ow!" Oswald grunted when some of the liquid hit his paw, it stung like hell although it didn't melt him like thinner would of "ah! Son of a Lady!"

All the corrupted guardians slammed into the ground and began creating a black and red insignia, Oswald quickly hopped away from it else he would be stung more. The insignia that grew was a giant star and it seemed to warp and shift once it became full, it wasn't some painting placed on the floor, it was like a living thing. The red light cast on the area began to fade making way for a very dim yellowish light, the rabbit was shrouded in darkness once more. The darkness uneased him, it felt as if there was something else there in it with him, waiting for him to move. Oswald's attention turned from the shadows to one of the projector screens which had some sort of spotlight cast onto it suddenly.

"huh?"

A voice unfamiliar to Oswald came from the darkness, it's voice broken and staticy. It was as if whoever was speaking was trying to mimic some announcer and with it came an entire orchestra. The mysterious music played and echoed off the walls, drums getting beat played while the star on the ground slithered over to the projectors.

"Ladies and gents, toons, tints, turps, blots and whatever-ya-call-it's, put your hands and paws together for the quartet EVERYONE'S screaming about!"

The projectors one by one tore and ripped apart, black and red oozed from the destroyed screens creating puddles on the ground which began to morph into shapes. Skeletal structures were formed from the blood and ink, the rising creatures soon growing flesh and cloth that covered their bones. Oswald gagged at the sight of the creatures slowly forming one by one. The first fully manifested and looked like a demented parody of a cartoon, it had small round ears and a short tail like a bear, a pronounced snout, two wide eyes that emitted a red glow, and it's proportions were odd, it had long limbs with an elongated torso only to end in a plump belly half covered by grey shorts. The most disturbing part was the blank grin with no emotion behind it, it's sinister smile contrasted with it's rather goofy appearance and haircut. The second creature grew out of a pillar of ink, its horns and teeth formed although it's face was obscured by black that dripped off its entire visage. Once it was fully created it stood hunched over on hoofed feet, spikes bristled up along its spine as it looked over to see the final two manifest. The final two creatures lashed at each other before even forming, inky claws grew from two puddles and clawed at the other until they stopped momentarily and sprouted out in the form of a lanky malnourished feline and canine. Both of them had bloody gums with large teeth and glowing eyes, seeing all this Oswald froze in place like a deer in headlights at the things awakening before him.

"Oh this is gonna be so FUN!" The grotesque toon feline exclaimed, its face morphing and stretching until it finally landed on an appearance that looked somewhat friendly, it stretched it's body over to Oswald quickly addressing him "hold on a minute will you pal? We gotta gather our bearings" the creatures head snapped around 180° to look at the bear who was scanning the room with his eyes which were white, it was as if trying to find something "speaking about bearings, Skitzo you find that runt yet?"

The bear—Skitzo as the cat called him, shook his head and let out a growl.

"Aww that's too bad, he'll turn up eventually, he always does, after all we can't kill him"

"Let the kid go, he don't do anything tos ya, Skitzo" the dog remarked.

In response Skitzo looked at the canine irked, the bear's eye twitched before both large white pupils of his turned red. The bear reached into his shorts and pulled out a jagged knife, a static noise filled the air as Skitzo spoke yet no words left his mouth.

The dog grew in size, now towering over the others he was summoned with at alert of the static noise “Oh yous looking for a fight already? Well buster step right up to the plate and you'll get what's coming to ya”

The two stared down at each other, seeing them get ready to fight the cat pulled out a frying pan and rolling pin and clobbered both over the head. The two immediately stopped their fighting, Skitzo’s eyes going white and the dog having a halo of stars spin around his head. The cat rolled his eyes and snapped back, his body and head fixing themselves while he addressed them

“alright, alright, you two cut it out, as much as I would love to see your ugly mug get ripped apart by Skitzo, now's not the time and you can brawl later” the cat looked around, trying to find the fourth member of his group "Inky, what're you do—oh! I see you're already back to ya old tricks"

Oswald was surprised to find while he was staring at the three titans in front of him the one a devil had changed shape, it now looked smaller in size, much smaller in fact. It was almost his own height now, it even looked more friendly sporting a wide grin with piecut eyes looking like a genuine toon. Skitzo scooped up the small creature up and placed him on his shoulder, the little devil quick to hop and and dangle his feet off the edge as he sat.

"Okay, nows that wes got that taken of, howzabout we do something about our viewer?”

The dog pointed to Oswald who had just idled by and watched everything unfold. A lump of spit built up in Ozzie's throat, with a comedically loud and audible "gulp" he swallowed it and spoke up.

"I'm-"

Before he could get another word out the cat had lunged forward and snatched Oswald up. The cat's face morphed back into a monstrous look with bloody gums and eerie shaking slit pupils.

"Oh we know who you are, ain't that right fellas!?"

All the creatures nodded in agreement. The small little devil melted into a puddle of ink on Skitzo's shoulder and slowly regrew back into the form of Oswald, albeit looking slightly different. It looked like a version of Oswald that was a bit more human in design, the rabbit remembered the style he had during that time yet it was still a surprise to see it again. In its copy state the devil began to dance around and sing a familiar song that struck a chord with the rabbit and brought back memories of when he had popularity. What scared Oswald was how the little devil perfectly copied his way of speaking back then right down to the very tone and annunciation.

"Lucky rabbit! That lucky Oswald rabbit! Nicest rabbit that you ever knew!"

The toons snickered, the cat quick to speak up again after his friend reverted shape "we've seen and heard all that you've done up until now, we don't really care about any of you toons yet what got our eyes is the fact that you went off the grid for a bit, you somehow when somewhere in this hell where we couldn't see or hear you and that caught our interest"

"Yous disappeared, showed back up holding that brush and suddenly comes looking for us? Yeah by that points we knew something fishy was up" the dog added.

"So now that there's no need for introductions, after all it don't matter if ya know our names" the cat's face grew in size, it got snout to snout with Oswald, breathing it's putrid breath that stunk of rotten flesh all over the smaller rabbit "why ARE you here?"

Oswald looked at them all determined, despite being in both the face and grip of danger he held his ground "I need help, wasteland is deteriorating and the sorcerer said you guys have some sorta power that can hopefully keep this place intact awhile longer, at least until a permanent solution can be found"

“Need our help?” The cat tilted its head unnaturally, its neck elongating slightly “that's the funniest thing I've heard in awhile! We don't help in fact, we do the complete opposite!”

Oswald was dropped onto the ground, he quickly picked himself up as well as the brush and kept up his pleas “You don't understand! It's gotten awful here, earthquakes, tsunamis coming from the thinner ocean, some toons are even naturally becoming inert! We don't even know what's causing it and I'm on my last paw” Oswald lowered his voice, feeling it not wise to come off aggressive in this deal he was trying to make “I don't want wasteland to be destroyed...”

The cat pulled out a giant magnifying glass in order to look at Oswald, the cat’s smirk grew wider seeing his desperation “heh, looks like you're in quite the pickle, can't say you're very smart for calling on us of all things though” the cat pulled out a cigar and lighter from seemingly nowhere and lit it up, taking a few puffs before putting it out on Skitzo's skin.

Skitzo giggled at the sensation, the cigar didn't go out and just caused more smoke to appear. The bear took the extinguished cigar and offered it to the little devil riding on his shoulder, once the devil declined with a head shake Skitzo just shrugged and swallowed the thing.

“Do ya knows who we even are?” The dog asked, leaning down on all fours to look at Oswald.

“You're toons” Oswald replied “toons who are not very nice..." He trailed off at the recollection of what their cartoons did to whoever watched them.

“Well you're right about one thing, we ain't nice”

“Yeah, that's putting it bluntly!”

“whatcha got dead wrong though is the fact that we're toons, nah we're something far more scary”

All of them seemed to surround Oswald, even the little devil hopped off Skitzo’s shoulder and shifted back into its larger demonic state. Skitzo’s eyes turned red again, the bear brandished his knife and stood ready to bring the massive blade down upon the rabbit. The cat and dog grew in size, the cat now sporting scruffy fur with gloved hands that were also claws, the dog took a form something similar although it's body didn't stay consistent, constantly shifting and changing growing massive or shrinking suddenly. The now large demon made of ink got ready to pounce, resting on its heels it awaited the signal from all the others to maim. All the monstrous toons casted a shadow over Oswald blocking out the magical dim light, despite it all the rabbit stood unwavered. Oswald stared back at them with a scowl and readied the paintbrush in his hands, he was ready for a fight and he expected these things to not be the negotiating type. The monster's smiled seeing their soon to be victim so full of life and confidence, what could a little cartoon rabbit and a brush do to them? After all they weren't even on the same plane as the toons, they took pride in saying exactly what they were to someone who wouldn't be able to hear for much longer.

“We're terrors!”

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www-librarytearoom-com · 1 year

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Hey thanks for being so nice about my question, I just rly wanted to avoid conflict lol. But I actually do have a request! If you could write something this ishimondo idea I’ve had for a while that’d be cool. It’s basically mondo finds out that he needs glasses and when he finally gets them and can see properly he realizes wow kiyotaka’s like really beautiful. Thank you very much if you can and I hope you have a nice day

Absolutely no worries! Differences in opinion should never result in conflict in my opinion. ^^ I ABSOLUTELY LOVED YOUR IDEA !!! So I got to work straight away (or after I finished my actual work cuz I have a job lol ♡). I really do hope you enjoy it! It is a bit character building heavy but I love to do that at the starts of my posts.

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Beautiful Best Friend

Fanfic Commision, 1,343 words.

Triggers: none.

Theme: Fluff, romance-ish? Hinted romance.

Additional notes: This is set their first year of Hope's Peak Academy, so before all of the Canon drama!

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Mondo hadn't always been all too aware of it. It had always just been a natural thing of him having to squint his eyes to read work, or bills, or even road signs… well, the ones that he bothered to read anyway. Everything in his line of sight had always just been a blur, he supposed?

Of course, the fact that he never really chose to do his school work, or read any books, or study any road laws that probably would've been useful as a gang member never helped. He hadn't really been given a reason to care for them; he had hardly even considered batting an eye for them.

After all, who had ever told him to?

He never really chose to show up at school. That was one of the least important things to him. School? Education? Why in the damn hell would he need that when he's part of one of an Ultimate Biker Gang?

All in all, his blurred eyes hadn't ever been a concern. He'd always just brush it off. Be it, 'oh I just didn't sleep well last night', or: 'those damn street lights always getting in my eyes!'. Mondo had never really taken the time to consider something might actually be wrong with his definitely out of the ordinary eyesight.

But, he hadn't ever bothered to care.

Besides, anything out of the norm - or his norm, which was big and tough - was a weakness in their career. He didn't have time for this fault in his eyesight! Always too busy with his gang, and the fun and stress that came along with it.

Well, that was until he enrolled in the most favoured and prestigious Hope's Peak Academy! The school that everyone in practically the whole world wanted to enroll in, wanted to experience. It was just too amazing to pass up, right?

He hadn't really expected to get in. But it was way better than any ordinary High School he could have attended. Because all he had to do? Practice being a Gang Leader! That's all he needed to pass, and what a win that was in his books.

Sure, yes, of course, or whatever. He wasn't expecting to make any friends along the way. He was planning on just sticking to his Gang, because his bros were his family. He didn't need anyone else. These damn privileged brats didn't need his attention.

Like, c'mon? Ultimate Fanfic Creator?! Yeah, Yamada was nice and all, but what did he actually do to be able to land a place in that school? Write a good ol' 'Harry Potter' fanfiction or somethin'? He couldn't wrap his head around that.

There were other students in his class, however, that were really cool! Naegi, despite being completely and utterly normal, was such a fun guy to hang with. There was so much personality built into that small little body. It was fun hanging out with him because he was practically compliant to every single thing. He enjoyed pulling him out onto bike rides and listening to the kid's horrified screams.

Togami was… well, he was definitely somethin'. Depending on what you were talking to him about, he could hold quite a decent conversation with you. But other than that? Nah, there wasn't much to him except for the fact that he was an entitled spoiled brat.

Mukuro was cool too, he supposed! Very scary though. She just always had this cold stare on her face, but if he ever made a sarcastic joke or a pun at her, she'd always shoot one back. That was a win from his books!

In comparison, there was Ishimaru. Someone he considered to be his ultimate best friend. They were practically polar opposites in regards to their talent. In a nutshell, a delinquent and a teacher's pet? It made no sense how they could get along so well, but they just found it so easy to flow together and find similar interests. Mondo tried his hardest to understand his bro's insistence on following every single rule, heck, he had even tried to read the rulebook with him! Ishi' always tried to understand his love for biking and going above the speed limit.

When he thought about his attempts to read the rulebook with him, however, he was reminded again of how hard he had to squint his eyes to even begin to depict some of the words.

"Mondo, are you struggling with something?"

When he finally looked up, it had appeared that Ishimaru had been calling his name a multitude of times to try and grab his attention. He hadn't even picked up on it. He was quick to smile though and brush it off.

"Eh, nothing to worry about, bro!" He started, leaning back in his desk chair and casually resting his hands at the nape of his neck. "Just wondering about my eyesight. It's always been rather blurry."

Ishimaru appeared to take this far more seriously than he did. "It has? You should see an opthamologist about that, bro. That doesn't seem normal."

Mondo had furrowed his eyebrows but ultimately brushed it off for the rest of the day. However, Ishimaru's words had apparently stuck in his head. After all, he had never even remotely considered going to see anyone about his eyesight! It had just become normal to him I guess?

Regardless of that, he somehow found himself outside of an ophthalmology clinic two weeks later, a new pair of glasses in his left hand. He wasn't about to put them on in public - he could hardly even imagine doing that! If someone who knew him recognised him, what would they think?

At that thought, he shoved the glasses in his pocket and began to make his way back to the academy. Mondo couldn't risk anyone seeing him outside of the clinic. His reputation would be ruined!

It was odd how nervous he felt to show anyone his new glasses. Though even he could admit that he had never seen so clearly whilst wearing them. Perhaps he could go back and ask the doctor dude (it was so hard to pronounce ophthalmologist and he stood by that), to get some contacts so that way he could see all the time and not have to risk his reputation.

The first person he decided to show them to, was Ishimaru. As they sat together in his dorm, he put his glasses on to show his bro and…

Woah.

When did Ishimaru ever look that beautiful?

He felt the heat begin to rise to his cheeks, and all of a sudden he felt all sweaty and clammy. Basically to the point where he had to shrug off his long Biker jacket.

He couldn't have problems with his hearing too, man! But everything Ishimaru was saying to him, compliments of his glasses, he noted. Everything was going straight through him as all he could pay attention to was the handsome appearance of his best friend.

Did that just happen overnight? He didn't know, but he felt himself rubbing the back of his neck with sheepishness as he tried to stop himself from admiring the boy in front of him.

"Mondo, are you even listening to me?" Ishimaru deadpanned eventually, and Mondo zoned back in.

"Yeah, yeah. Say, 'Maru? What say you and I pop down to the cafe you like this weekend?" Mondo managed to ask after a sudden confidence - or adrenaline? - boost. Of course, he had always found everything about his best friend to be amazing, but being able to see the absolute beauty of his best friend hit the nail dead right on the coffin.

"You mean like, as a date?" Ishimaru quizzed him, his red eyes meeting his dead on. He was always able to do that, keep constant eye contact. Sometimes to the point of discomfort for others: never for him.

"I mean, yeah. That'd be cool." He responded and smiled, one of his softer smiles.

Yeah, maybe it didn't just have to be his gang that could be family.

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I really do hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it! I hope it was to your tastes, and I'm so sorry if it wasn't. I'm kinda new to commissions O-O

Love, Anastasia ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

#writing #lgbtq #writing comissions #danganronpa #fanfic #ishimondo #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #hopes peak academy #commission #gay men #men loving men #danganronpa mondo #ishimaru x mondo #ishimaru kin #makoto naegi

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an-indecisive-mess · 5 months

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(Love)Storytime: Part 2

Up next for my F/O love stories is Wendell Belzer. This is the one year anniversary of me realizing I was in love with him, and, boy, is this quite a story. Wendell is a special case, y'all. Mainly because he’s the most recent out of all these F/Os (his movie came out just last year, the oldest crush of mine was from a 1982 movie) and because I really didn’t know if I was going to fall for him or not.

You see, as mentioned before, I found out about the movie four days before it came out, and while they intrigued me with their designs when I first saw them, my initial impression of both Wendell and Wild was that they were a typical pair of scheming demons who just wanted to cause havoc in the Land of the Living once Kat summoned them (basically "slightly" taller versions of Pain and Panic). What made me change my entire perspective on them? The fact that they didn’t want to kill Spark Plug to test the hair cream on a larger specimen. I am not lying, that little scene made me change my entire view on both of them! The bros were nothing but total sweethearts who just wanted to build an amusement park for dead souls so they could make the afterlife a less scary place compared to their dad’s Scream Faire, how could you not love them?

Well, that’s when I came to a little bit of a problem. When it came clear that the bros were my favorite characters in the movie, and after I made Bernadette a childhood friend of theirs, I knew that I would most likely start crushing hard on ONE of them because that’s the kind of person I am (also, it’d be weird writing fanfiction that involves… special moments -we’ll call it that- with an S/I and two brothers. That’s kinda nasty, folks). Only problem was, I had no idea which one would claim my heart.

Wild would’ve been my first choice. I mean, he was so chill and looked at his and Wendell’s imprisonment with a bit more lighter side despite feeling guilty that he got them both stuck in jail for talking smack about their dad’s faire. He genuinely made me laugh and felt more like a better F/O, and I do love that about Wild, but he and I just never clicked. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t like him. Quite frankly, I do love Wild, just very differently than from how I love Wendell. Also, Wild is a Tumblr sexyman. I had to say it, he’s a literal handsome devil and I am very disappointed that y’all haven’t made him official yet. Shame on every single one of y’all! Get this man on the same level of sexyman as his older bro and his daddy!

But Wendell, he caught my eye specifically. Sure, my first impression of him wasn’t the best: I mean, he was temperamental and can hold a grudge on his brother like no business (and I hold grudges on my sisters for stupid stuff, so that’s saying something), but what caught my attention about him was that, yeah, he was the oldest brother between him and Wild. He most likely had so much expectations put onto him, and he just fell apart when he and Wild got put in jail from what happened. But seeing him light up when he and Wild talked about their faire, seeing him look so happy and excited when they finally got to the Land of the Living to live out their dreams, I could see that that was the freedom he wanted and craved for. He wanted to share he and Wild’s dream with everyone, and I appreciated that.

He’s a dreamer at heart. An artistic, charismatic, hilarious (he makes me laugh as well), admittedly short-fused, and handsome dreamer that I tried so hard not to fall for, but eventually I accidentally stumbled upon some head canons of Wendell and how he treats his dates. I guess I pictured me with him, and that’s when I realized I was in love with him.

#storytime #wendell and wild #wendell belzer #my husband #romantic f/o #i love him too much #i'm glad he captured my attention the first time i saw him

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Twenty Six

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Wax Play, Dom!Javi, fluff that might make your teeth rot out, HCK returns (healthy communication kink)

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Eduardo had laughed and then been very curious when you and Javi delivered a glowing review of his experiment, the man had been very happy that you’d been willing to answer his questions and even offered -once you were in Spain- to have you stop by his facility for a full medical run up by his team. He had trialed it with others and you were among the few couples to have a much more noticeable reaction to the oil, it was a matter of finding out the common factor be it genetic disposition or if it was something else.

Like the research loving fiend you were it was with great glee that you recorded the factors of your night that you could recall and gather easiest, like what brand and model diffuser Javi had and how far from the bed it was, you wouldn’t have exact time stamps but at the very least you had that.

But today Javi was making you take it easy, calling Lorna to make breakfast and treating you to an at home couple’s spa day, his masseuse and her business partner came and the pair of you spent most of the day being pampered. You even got a mani-pedi with him, though you hadn’t gotten any colored polish because you preferred to do it yourself, and as the two of you sat in the hot tub together Javi just held you close with his face buried in the spot between your neck and shoulder.

“For tomorrow, Solecita, I request that you don’t tickle me.”

Sensory deprivation was something you were eager for, mostly because Javi requested to be on the receiving end, the idea that he wanted you to have your way with him was appealing basically on all levels. His trust in you was probably the most valuable thing you had, if you were being honest, and you tipped your head to the side with a low hum.

“Only if I get to pinch your butt. Just once.”

“I do not understand the fascination, however I will try not to squirm when you do.”

“You have such a cute little butt, Javi!”

He snorted and chuckled at your remark, one of your favorite things to do with Joaquin in any fanfic was give him a girl that loved his ‘sheet cake’ booty. When he’d asked where that came from you had to very vaguely mention that you had other author friends and it was a common discussion point, that he had cake but it was a sheet cake instead of a layer cake.

You couldn’t help but squirm when Javi’s hands lifted to cup your breasts, which he’d shamelessly admitted he loved playing with, and you found yourself giggling as he just held your boobs like he was trying to be a bra. It wasn’t remotely sexual, the way he just held them, and you idly traced patterns on the skin just above his knee caps while reclined against him.

It was just peaceful, so much so that you drifted off and ended up napping for a few minutes, so Javi urged you awake to help you out of the water and slide your robe onto you after drying you off; you laid back on the bed sideways quite dramatically when you got up to the bedroom, opening your mouth when Javi pressed a grape against your lips, and he leaned down from his side of the bed to give you an upside down spiderman style kiss before promising to be right back.

“I bought soy candles; they are said to be the mildest and best for beginners.” Javi’s voice was soft and you sat up as he walked back into the room with the rather fancy box, the candles inside had designs carved into the wax body and looked rather beautiful too, but the slight tension in his shoulders made you sit up on the bed to face him as Javi set the candles down on the table. The other thing he set down was a bottle of a gentle massage oil and a bottle of aloe gel, setting the aloe into a small ice bucket that you knew was supposed to be for drinks.

“How high are you going to hold the candle?” Watching him so skillfully flip a zippo lighter open, igniting the first candle, you felt your throat catch at how easy he handled and flicked the lighter open and closed. The wide candle looked small compared to the size of his hand and you blinked when he turned his head to look at you, that intense look only slightly hidden under the bright concern in his eyes.

“With you laying down I will stand, likely the height of my head.” That would give a few feet of a drop for the wax to cool before it hit your skin and help prevent the risk of being burned, and then you noticed that the grooves in the candle seemed super intentional. Javi noticed you were looking at the candle and brought it over, letting you see that the wax wasn’t gathering at the top because the candle itself was shaped and carved to make the wax actually drip down through the shaft before it would spill out or down the sides.

Javi smiled when you captured his cheeks and kissed him, the sheer caution and concern was something you could never thank him enough for, and then he brought the oil and aloe closer too while the rest of the candles stayed on the table. The one he’d lit was random colors of wax like a tie-dye, it looked beautiful, and he urged you to lay on your stomach after getting a cloth to lay under you so that wax didn’t get on the bed.

You shivered when the first dribble of oil touched your skin, room temperature thankfully, and propped your head on your arms as Javi began rubbing the oil into your skin; across your shoulders and down the curve of your back, fanning out to cover each ass cheek almost reverently in how slow he was stroking, and down your thighs all the way to your knees.

“Spread your legs for me.” His hands coated your inner thighs carefully, making you whine when he pressed against your folds with the outside of his hands in what was definitely a tease, and then he was stepping back to wipe and clean his hands of excess oil.

“Are you ready, bebita?” You reached one arm out to take his hand, seeing it shaking a little, and turned your head so you could see him.

“Remember, you can tap out too.” He nodded and you just watched him before Javi gently tipped the candle with a soft warning, the first touch of heat on your skin was a curious sensation, and you did tense up but the slight pain was nearly unnoticeable. It was almost like being splashed with water from a hot tub. Javi waited for a second, clearly gauging your response, and then breathed softly through his nose before you felt the long dribble of wax that started between your shoulder blades and slid down your back and sides.

This time the stream of liquid heat did make you exhale and shudder, you felt Javi’s inhale as he waited, but the chills that went down your arms weren’t because it hurt in a bad way. When you met his gaze over your shoulder you couldn’t help but pout, loving and hating how careful he was being with you, and you kind of wanted to push him a little more. Not in a malicious way but to give him a chance to let go, you could see that he liked something about this by how hard he was already.

But since this was still so new to both of you it could end up bad if you pushed him, he might pull away worse if you weren’t careful.

“I’m okay, more?”

His eyes traced down your back before returning to your face, nodding as he tipped the candle again, and this time you felt him craw a careful circle of wax dots closer to your lower back; the sensation made you whine, it was almost like having someone very lightly run their heated fingertips along your skin.

This time he didn’t check in, which was fine, he trailed that candle down over your thighs carefully closer to the outside, and the more sensitive skin proved to be a much more stimulating sensation for you; it made you moan softly, the slight sting of pain that was gone in an instant, and Javi began to get braver.

A strip of wax traced across your thighs closer to your knees.

Moderate length line curving down you’re the curve of your ass and gliding toward the front of your hip, and the bravest yet was the concentrated dots just shy of your inner thigh. Dribbling along the skin after it began to build up layers and making you keen from the sensation.

While you knew you didn’t mind some level of pain in the bedroom you hadn’t expected to get so turned on by this, the fact that Javi was in total control of what happened next and that he was indulging your request at all reminding you just how much he wanted to take care of you, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt him trace your folds before he was humming like he didn’t notice just how wet his fingers were getting.

“Tell me, Bebita, what about this has you so turned on?”

He continued to play with the slick between your legs, making you shiver at the sensation, and your heart jumped in your chest when he barely touched your clit and you clenched around nothing; already so close.

“S’ the lack of control, that you want to take care of what I want, but it’s also the right amount of pain.”

“You do like it to hurt.”

That wasn’t a question but you answered like it was anyway.

“Yes sir.”

He hummed again and you didn’t know what he was thinking, you whined louder when he pulled his hand away, but another dribble of wax silenced you; it was hotter, dropped from a lower distance no doubt, and when your back bowed in response with a breathy exhale Javi chuckled darkly.

“I’m going to take my time with this and then I’m going to devour you, bebita.”

“Do your worse.”

You couldn’t help the challenge, the fight, in wanting him to let go more. You loved that he was trusting you with so much more of his darker side. You wanted it all.

“Oh, my beautiful girl, don’t start to get bratty with me now.”

“Who’s going to stop me, you?”

You looked up at him and felt your face warm and your muscles lock down, his expression was so smug but also so… well it screamed brat tamer vibes.

“Someone’s being a bad girl, let’s see if we can’t turn that attitude around.”

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rex101111 · 10 months

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I'd love to see some commentary on Swipes of Sword and Fan, I'm curious when it comes to more variety-type fics where the inspiration for different chapters comes from and the like. And here's a ⭐ for anything you'd like to talk about in general about whatever!

Thank you!! Looking back im actually pretty proud of this little collection im slowly building up, though to be honest I didn't give it too much thought when I started.

It started out as a bit of a joke, the first chapter was basically just me posting one of the drabbles I sometimes write when somebody sends me a quick description. I just rolled with the premise while staying as close to those two crazy criminals as I could. I posted it as the first chapter of a "collection" half jokingly as an affectionate jab at a trend in fanfiction that is kinda dead these days but was damn near impossible to avoid just a few years back.

People taking an entire prompts list, anywhere from thirty to a hundred, and using that to make a chronologically loose collection of stories based entirely around one ship or group. A select few went the distance and did the whole bunch, but most of them stopped at around the 15 mark. Which is plenty impressive, sure, but it always struck me as evidence that fanfic writers have an awful little habit of biting off more than they can chew.

A habit I'm sure long time readers of my work will no doubt know that I share. The amount of times I said "IM GONNA MAKE A LONG FIC OUTTA THIS ONE JUST YOU WATCH" to myself only to get distracted later on by scheduling issues or just getting attached to another idea... Ah well.

So, yeah, I posted that first chapter as a bit of a jab at myself "oh yeah sure im going to make a collection out of this, the whole nine yards!...probably gonna make it an even 30, be surprised if it hits 15", and the first few chapters came to me like lightning. Since I established the setting in the summary, I pretty much gave myself the freedom to make any story I wanted so long as it was in that very vaguely defined period of time.

Any story. Any at all. Whatever weird idea came to my head with these two that I could fit on two-three pages. I kinda went nuts. Most chapters were born from a quick idea I had like "hey so what if anji got jealous?" or "how do they deal with bounties anyway?" and others I had to really sit with like "...what were Baiken's parents like?" or "tying shoes must be a pain in the ass" or "oh hey what if Anji actually did feel guilty and afraid of his actions hurting the one person he cared about" and so on.

It's gotten to the point where I'm actually fairly certain I will hit that 30 chapter mark at some point. I'm not putting myself on any time line, I just post whenever I have a suitably dense and short story I wanna add. And boom.

and im gonna use the star as a chance to rant a little about how petty I personally can be about comments. First off, I love getting any kinda comment at all, if its a simple "OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS" or something along those lines, I will gobble it up like its delicious because it is.

But! Personally speaking if you really wanna make me happy as a writer, I really REALLY like those comments that pick a sentence or a segment and go "OH I REALLY LIKE THIS PART HERE'S A QUICK RANT WHY". Been this way since I wrote weird OC shit on DeviantArt back in the day, craving that very specific "you did good" validation.

Seriously tho, if a reader doesn't have it in them to write a Formal Review of my fanfic I'm not gonna hold it against them. I probably won't answer because I'm honestly genuinely awkward like that. But the dopamine shot of "Comment on AO3" lasts longer if the comment is also longer, you know? I've read comments that made me dance in place and pump my fists like I won a marathon. that shit rocks and readers who take the time to indulge my need for overly specific praise are a treasure.

#answers #broken clover #phew that was long #thanks for the ask!!

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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hi bb 💗

🖊️ + 🏅

Cece hi, I love you. 💕

🖊️ post a snippet of a current WIP : here’s a snippet from chapter two of There’s a Place For Me to prove I am actually writing it.

“Yeah, right so - the car?” Gesturing back towards the popped hood, the heat rushes to your cheeks having gone completely dumbstruck for a second by his chocolate eyes.

“Yes! The car!” Turning your attention back, the metal parts inside rival the Voynich Manuscript to you. You side eye him with a hand to your chin, humming like you knew what you were looking at while secretly trying to read his expression.

With his eyebrows furrowed you aren’t expecting him to meet your sneaking stare, his own lips twitching up in amusement.

“Do you have any idea what you’re looking at or are you just pretending?” His straight forward question has you scoffing in mock offense.

“I know - I know the basics.” Averting your eyes you look at what you think is the actual engine.

“Right.” He squints his eyes at you, a playful smirk threatening to peak from the corner of his lips. “Well let me check the fluids first, but I’ll need a torque wrench and a few other things to check out the rest.”

🏅what is something you recently felt proud of in regards to your writing?

I am very proud with how Burn One turned out. After a week of writing, I spent two days editing that last chapter till 2am every night to make sure it came out the way I had it in my head. And the feedback I’ve gotten from that series brings me so much joy because I set out to write something that would be a comfort to people and the fact I accomplished that for even a few made everything worth it for me.

Fanfiction writers ask game :)

#eeeee thank you cece!

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waynes-multiverse · 1 year

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Hi Wayne, how you doing??!!! So this is absolutely random but I've had a crazy dream (you know one of those you're part of it but you don't actually control your feelings or anything else? like is a movie with yourself in it and you're just there very vividly watching from your own body while everything is happening??) and I swear to God that was the most fanfiction coded dream I've ever had😭 the thing is, my brain in my sleep basically created a whole ass story and I decided to tell you about cause I'm NOT a writer and have idea of what to do with this, but I enjoyed the story and wanted to share in case you or any writer that's reading this wanna catch this up and write about it, so here we go! I'm sorry if is kinda confusing and it seems like there's stuff missing, but in my defense, it was a dream, and dreams are confusing as fuck okay!!! So, what I remember of it is that Sam and Dean where hunting something (that I can't remember WHAT bc my dream decided that was not important enough to be remembered and it went missing as if it didn't matter at all when the rest of the stuff started to happen) and this creature had some kind of toxins in their bodies that could make other people kinda loose their minds, it would get some weakness that person has as use it against them. Dean was infected (don't ask me how, i didn't got to see that part of the dream 😭) and he didn't know about the toxins, he didn't know he started hallucinating (him and Sam split and Sam was the one to find out about it, so that's why Dean didn't knew), so dean saw reader (I'm gonna refer myself as reader bc it's to say 'me', even tho the dream is mine 💀) and thought she was a demon, bc the weakness that was used against him was his own. they didn't knew each other, he was just getting some heavy hallucinations and poor reader was walking by and got dragged into it), so after some time of him screaming to her about demons and stuff he points his gun at her, she tries to make him see some reason don't shoot her (reader had no ideia about demons and ghosts and stuff, for her dean was just a crazy lunatic), after a good while as some big ass tension, dean shoots. yup. my boy KILLED her.

sam gets seconds later and by one look at his brother he knows exactly what happened, Sam had made a quick cure to the toxins (and solved the case) and used on dean, when dean came back to his senses and realized what happened it was like... DARK... my man basically invented 'fifty shades of angst' right there. he started begging for cas to show up even tho the reader is dead, and Cas does show up, but he's not with his full mojo and would not be able to bring reader back, not being full strength. dean remembers something about souls being powerful and tells Cas to touch his soul so Cas would have enough strength to bring her back. after some serious conversation and stuff Cas accepts it, and a whole thing is done and POOFT, reader is brought back. is it over? NO. IT'S JUST THE BEGGING. something went wrong, and Cas accidentally bounded their souls together during the healing moment, and they soon realize if one gets too far away from telhe other, they get in pain, so now reader has to get stuck with the guy that literally KILLED her and dean's gonna carry the guilt of all of it. it gets better!!! it took a LOT of deans soul to help heal reader, so it's almost like his soul is "hurting", and the way to help iiiiiisssss... touching the reader! no I don't mean like SEXUALLY touching the reader, just touching the reader. her arm, holding her hand, hugging her, anything. so he would happen to have times of "collapses" in which he would be in a lot of pain and the only way to ease it out would be touching her, it's like a mutual help bound. his soul provided to bring her back and now her soul provides to ease his pain. and they both are literally always butting heads, so it was kinda difficult to accept the fact that they had to always be close to each other and also constantly touching every time dean needed to, i don't remember much after that but it was and sloooow slow SLOOOOW evolution between these two, like, putting the term "slow burn" to almost SHAME🧍 so it was kinda one enemies to friends to lovers i guess? but with w lot of guilt involved (from Dean's side mainly, of COURSE) and of THAT I can assure y'all! the dream ended a while after that so I don't know what happened later so I'm sorry for that😭 I needed to put this out somewhere and you ended up being the poor victim, bc as I said, i don't write, do I didn't know what to do with... with THIS. so SORRY about that!!! 💀 I hope you're having a great day!

Omg, I loooooove this idea! I swear my head already started spinning various plots and fill in holes while reading this 😂🖤

I already liked the beginning of this and was thinking, “Oh, cool one shot idea!” But then I read “NO. IT’S JUST THE BEGINNING” and I knew this was gonna be a whole series. (Honestly, thank you. All I needed was more plot bunnies for series 😂🙈🤪)

But you did come to the right place because we know I love the slowest of slow burns (thoroughly cooked is the only way to go, y’know?) 😝 Also, enemies to friends to lovers! Hell, yes please! However, we also know I have a few things to finish first 👀(Don’t look at me like that y’all. I know you’re waiting for TBH, DBM, PH and God knows what else, and I heard you and will tell the muse to hurry the fuck up, mm-kay?)

I’ll stop working towards the end of July, tho. So hopefully I’ll have more time then and might be able to tackle this as a summer project? I’d really love to do it! Anyways, you’re welcome to dm me anytime, sweet anon, so we can discuss this in detail and I can give you credit for this amazing idea/dream if you want 🥰🖤

#wayne answers #sweet anons #writing request #plot bunnies #easter came early to this blog 🐰

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lusianarendraws · 2 years

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A New Storm Approaches...

Ikemen Vampire: Temptation in the Dark

Stella (OC) x Comte de Saint-Germain

Fanfiction from Stella's POV

Story is seen as a sequel to this one here.

If you are not okay with mentions of pregnancy, you are advised to skip this one. And maybe the next few fanfictions I'll be writing.

@ryuuaka713 once again, this is 100% your fault and I'm letting the world know that. 🤣💕

After a few years of being married to the sweetest and most loving man on planet earth, it's only natural that we got very active in bed. The love between a Goddess and a vampire was a first, so there were no documents regarding possible complications, or the possibility of pregnancies. This made me think there was no way I could ever end up pregnant. So I admit, we were pretty reckless having sex, and gosh did this man know how to make me feel good… Anyway, after some time I was feeling off. By coincidence, Hygieia, the Goddess of Health, let me know that I should get an overall check-up on my health. I agreed, knowing I'd have to since my parents in Olympus were always concerned for my safety and health.

I told Abel about this, let him know I'd be busy for a while, which he obviously respected. I was surprised at how nervous I got about it, just because it had been some time since I've last had a major check-up. The appointed day arrived quickly, and Hygieia came by. She and I had a great conversation, up until she made me lay down on my bed in my room. Doing basic checks on my body. My heart, my eyes and ears, the basic stuff.

Then Hygieia seemed to have noticed something, and said "Stella, would you mind if I checked your belly?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion, but I agreed regardless. "Sure, go ahead."

She rested a careful hand over my belly, a faint light coming from it. Hygieia looked shocked and a little excited.

"Stella… Get your husband."

I started feeling worried, so we quickly went to see le Comte, who was doing some paperwork in his room. I gently knocked on his door.

"Agápi? Do you have a moment?"

The golden man turned to look at me and the taller goddess next to me, noticing my slightly uneasy expression.

"Of course, chérie. What's wrong?"

Before we knew it, we were sitting together while Hygieia broke the news to us. I was in absolute shock for a moment, before I instantly turned to look at le Comte, who was equally shocked, though he hid it with bravado, I could sense the conflict he felt rising up inside him. He had a forlorn look on his face while I spoke, still trying to process the news.

"B-but how?? I thought it was impossible for us!"

"The love between a Goddess and a vampire has never happened before… But you should have kept in mind that anything and everything is possible for a God. I suppose Aphrodite, Hera and Artemis are playing their cards on you now, too! This is so new and exciting!"

"How come I'm not showing any symptoms, though?"

"It's very early on, you're barely two weeks in. So you'll probably start feeling them soon."

I nodded.

"Since this is the first time a child like this has been conceived, I'll get Hera to watch over your pregnancy - should you decide to keep this child, that is…"

That night, Abel and I sat in bed together, when he spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Stella, we were being too reckless… Should you want or not want this child... Should this ever be too much for you to bear… Know that I'll support your decision, regardless of what it will be."

I frowned for a moment. Of course, I anticipated him to express uncertainty about the situation. We had promised our hearts to one another, but we never had a conversation about growing a family of our own. But… The idea of carrying his child, and raising them together… I couldn't help but smile at the thought. So I looked at him, confident in my decision. I lightly shook my head.

"Please, don't blame yourself or anyone in this matter. Our vision was blurred by a veil of falsehood, so you and I both acted recklessly. But… I'm happy about it. And I've made my decision. I want this baby. As long as we both want this, there is no reason for us not to have this child."

I saw his golden eyes widen a bit, before he put his hands on my cheeks.

"Are you sure? About what it means? For you, for us-"

"I've been ready from the very moment I promised my undying love to you. And nothing in this universe, not even time, space or fate, could ever make me not want to be with you."

I came closer to press my forehead against his, smiling in a gentle way. Then, I kissed him.

The next months were quite chaotic, almost all of the fellow Gods in Olympus were cautiously wanting to watch as my belly grew larger and rounder. Especially Hera, Aphrodite, Artemis and Hygieia were watching closely to note every single detail regarding the pregnancy and child between a Goddess and vampire. We noticed how there's no small amount of divine energy inside my womb. That was to be expected, as Gods are the higher beings in the hierarchy of species.

Abel and I spent quite some time discussing our plans and ideas. I spent quite some time trying to find anything that could be even remotely helpful in regards to seeing myself through this pregnancy safely. But there wasn't anything. Sometimes, being the first to experience this sort of life, it stressed one of us. We were always there to kiss and comfort each other, even if my steadily growing belly made everything harder to do.

Cuddling was still an important thing, though. It was one way to make him feel our baby kick. One of our conversations went like this:

"Agápi, look! The baby is moving a lot!"

I say as one could clearly see baby movements underneath my skin, as we cuddle together. He chuckled and kissed my cheek while a hand gently rested on my belly.

"She's pretty active."

"Oh come on, we won't know the gender until birth."

"I just have a feeling."

I chuckled and shook my head slightly.

"I love you, Abel."

"I love you too, chérie."

We shared a kiss. I started kissing down his chin and to his neck, just to tease him a little.

He did the same thing, while starting to undress himself. So did I.

And the rest? The rest is history.

Months passed, and eventually, it was time to give birth. At home, though Hera was there to help me through it. Abel was also with me through and through. Labor was extremely painful, and pushing was exhausting. Hours were spent trying to get this child out of me. but eventually, after a final push, I felt that little body come out of me. Then, I heard soft cries, along with an exclamation.

"It's a girl!!"

I was a little surprised, and quickly started crying happy tears. Hera put the little girl on my chest, and I held her as she gently started wiping her clean. She was quickly taken care of, and we found pretty quickly that the baby had golden eyes - to the surprise of no one - and very tiny vampire fangs! It was the cutest little detail, and then le Comte kissed my forehead.

"She's here! You did so well, I'm proud of you."

I smiled and kissed his lips, before he was allowed to hold her first. She squeaked a little as she was snuggling against him. He smiled, and gave her to me. I took her and immediately went to start nursing. I smiled as she was latching onto my breast, while Hera spoke up.

"So, what's her name?"

I looked at Abel as silent communication, and he smiled and nodded.

"... Celine. Her name is Celine."

Abel sat down on the bed to cuddle with me and our daughter.

Hera smiled and nodded.

"Celine. That's a beautiful name."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

"Just like her mother."

We chuckled and cuddled some more. Hera eventually left, leaving us to be a cute little family.

After a few hours, the residents of the mansion got to meet little Celine, one by one. They all were very good and gentle with her, which I appreciated a lot.

We spent a very happy time together, raising our daughter while still finding time to love each other thoroughly.

A few years later, this family portrait of the three is made...

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