#yes I still write m/m

[fuckin-sick-bih]

i don't usually write the style of sick fics of like... stomach aches/emeto area, but like... my brain cannot stop thinking about the fact that Mobius M. Mobius probably only knows how to make horrifying 60's 70's foods that he wants to cook for Loki. and Loki at first is says "absolutely not" only to find Mobius later picking at a piece of it by himself. so Loki sits down and has a slice of... whatever monstrosity it is with him and it's not terrible. but it definitely doesn't like Loki. cue guilt from Mobius about "poisoning" a god and a little panic about not knowing how to take care of him in this sense because he's studied Loki! he knows Loki! but this? this is new! so Loki just requests to be held for a while, touch starved trickster he is.

#just bex talkin #L/oki #fic ideas #m/arvel #very brief emeto mention but not description #tw emeto #i'm posting this so if anybody wants to write it go ham! i'm consistently wavering on energy levels rn #also idk how much people who follow me would enjoy a fic like that so if i write it dunno if it'll get posted? #even if there's very limited engagement on stuff i'll usually still post it because it's what *i* wanna write #but mostly its i've never actually tried to write an emeto fic before and i feel like i'd either go Too Hard or Too Soft #not my kink i'm just a perpetually nauseous individual so i don't mind one way or the other #do i use sick fics for character studies? yes. yes i do. what of it?

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

"yuri lowell is a manly heterosexual"

yuri lowell:

#DCB Comments #keeping this off my tales blog/out of tags bc i know the heteronormatives will come for me LOL #with their heteronormative v3speria dub (yes the dub actually altered/watered down #his relationship with a man probably bc it was too undertoney for them and western media is allergic to that) #not pictured in this post: the way yuri is used in official artwork with other tales characters #and is often surrounded by men. or the comic of him admitting he's popular with guys #also not pictured: the way yuri's alts for gacha games often feature flynn's color coding #and/or both of their color coding mixed into his outfit or accessories #also not pictured: the way yuri's wedding outfit alt is flynn color coded #also not pictured: the way yuri's bouquet in the other picture of his first outfit on this post #is almost identical to flynn's ''joke weapon'' bouquet of roses in the game #also not pictured: the entire gacha game of rays (that's based off respective game canon). i can't explain that to you in just tags #also yes yuri has a metal corset in that fourth picture. i don't... know many men who wear a corset #and the only other one i know in this franchise is in fact also the other main m/m pairing in the franchise #i also don't know many manly straight men who the character designers dress and style like this #i just want you all to know. if you're looking for a non heteronormative man. yuri has you covered #just maybe not so much in the dub just ignore that LOL. also worth mentioning that #japan gets a L O T of extra yuri material thanks to gachas merch and other official side material #everything in this post is official artwork and the last one is from this year #it's merch up for pre-order for t@lfes so yes they're still playing with his hair LOL #and yes if you ever pick up his game i am here to advertise to you not to play the dub (even tho the text will still sometimes be wrong...) #i am in fact writing giant lengthy posts abt it on my tales blog so i will not explain to you here in these tags #but the dub sapped yuri of so much emotion to make him seem cool and edgy and more of a troll #instead of playful fun and silly and just a dork but who is emotional when it matters #woe is them to let yuri's voice shake with heartbreak when he's worried abt a man! #i bet the localizers didn't even realize the entire opening theme song was abt yuri and another man and their relationship #maybe one day i'll make a fun post with all of flynn's color coding slapped all over yuri #also i BET there's someone out there who will see this and be like ''she's reaching'' #yeah i guess the official gacha game is reaching then too with how it treats yuri and flynn the same as the franchise's canon het pairs

[autisticdoomslayer]

Some of Ya'll have no idea how to write impulsive characters and it shows

Say it with me kids:

Impulsive does not mean stupid.

Impulsive does not mean no common sense

I see too many people write impulsive characters as fucking idiots. As a fairly impulsive person myself, it makes me angry.

Every human being occasionally gets the the urge to do or say something that wouldn't be socially acceptable or would only make things worse, especially when they're emotional. Often (but not always, everyone does impulsive actions occasionally) people will think "no, I shouldn't do/say that" and then they don't do or say it. An impulsive person doesn't think twice about it. They do or say something potentially harmful, irresponsible, not socially acceptable, etc. and only AFTERWORDS do they realize oh fuck I shouldn't have done/said that fuck fuck fuck fuck.

An impulsive character will still make a plan of action. They might have a hard time sticking to that plan. An impulsive person will be easier to provoke into anger or another emotional outburst, but impulsivity is different from a "heat of the moment" outburst. Impulsive actions are quick.

Calling your girlfriend a bitch in the middle of an argument is pretty impulsive (and also not okay, lemme be clear about that). Making an entire "the reason you suck" speech towards your girlfriend is not impulsive (although a quick "the reason you suck" summary or bullet point list can be an impulsive action).

Punching someone in the face because they insulted you is impulsive. Doing an entire beatdown because someone insulted you is not impulsive, but can have roots in impulsivity - impulsive characters can sometimes get to the "heat of the moment BSoD" stage faster.

might add more points later, idk. Hope this makes sense.

#Yes this is about Jason Todd #everyone either writes him as a reckless dangerous idiot or they just completely erase his impulsivity #Even though that's one of his main character flaws #Him trying to save his mom was in fact an impulsive decision #or at least the way he did it kind of was (Hear me out here) #He cared about her and wanted to save her #and he focused so much on saving her that he had a hard time sticking to the plan he made #He impulsively trusted her #This is NOT me trying to say “yeah Jason's death was his own fault he got himself killed” #I've seen ppl say that shit that is NOT what I'm saying #It's important to note that flaw ≠ Bad Thing #a FLAW is simply something that makes a character more complex #Being too blunt is a flaw. Being too proud is a flaw. Being too confident is a flaw. Not being confident ENOUGh is a flaw. #Fatal Flaws exist #and Jason's is impulsivity #that does NOT make him stupid or anything like that #I"m very passionate about this #you can be a competent adult and still have impulsivity as a main flaw

[terresdebrume]

God I know it shouldn't but getting less hits/kudos/comments than I normally get (in more recent or bigger fandoms) is poking at some many of my writerly insecurities xD

Like, I'm wearing my big boy pants about it and all that, I just did not expect it to have that kind of effect oO

#Matt has a life #Hidden somewhere #Matt writes #And yes I do think this still counts as tryong to be a big boy about it #bc it's just discussing my feelings not actually complaining about people's behavior m

[waterfallofspace]

#84 for M/orizawa. Either Mori or Fukuzawa can be sneezing; just wreck someone please 😊

Thank you for another request!! I will try to fulfill the urge for wrecking~~ I chose M/ori to be the one sneezing because I find the idea of F/ukuzawa tormenting him ADORABLE, for such a ‘proper’ man to be reduced to practically a schoolgirl level taunting. Though I apologize in advance for their voices possibly being slightly out of character. It’s my first time attempting them, and their dynamics are still a touch new to me, so hopefully it’s still enjoyable for you! (M/ori is a touch easier for me, but I enjoyed the challenge either way, just hope the results are to your liking~ :D) 2.3k words (a touch long, sorry!) prompt 84, story under cut! 84. “You know that I’m allergic to that, right?” (Slight violence implication/threat, though no violence actually occurs, just in case anyone doesn’t like that! Also definite spoilers for parts of B/SD season 3, so proceed with caution!) 

~~~~~~~

As Fukuzawa sits in the decaying chair, he allows his mind to wander back to the last time he was in this room with him. A ‘rescue’ mission where no one needed rescuing, and a plan set in motion that had been fated from the start. The door creaks, and he finds his hand gripping his sword before he can even process the movement. 

“Easy there, Silver Wolf.”

“You and I both know I stopped going by that title long ago, Mori. As have you yours. No longer underground doctor, instead, leader of the Port Mafia. Didn’t bring backup?”

“You flatter me Fukuzawa, and yet its chased away as quick as it came by an insult. Of course I didn’t bring anyone, not when I was so specifically requested not to by the great head of the Armed Detective Agency. Climbed the rankings well in the public eye, though I guess it’s just as Master Natsume planned all along.”

 “Certainly appears to be the case.”

Both men stand facing each other, tension rippling through their bodies as Mori attempts to feign nonchalance. Fukuzawa makes no such attempts, letting his discontempt seep through each movement, perhaps as a way to disguise something else entirely. His hand twitches towards his sword as Mori makes a sound, quickly halting the movement as the wet sniffle seems to echo through the abandoned hall.

“Excuse me- ah’iNGxt-! hH’HnGkt-!”

“I see you still have your taste for control.”

“My my, quite brash today, aren’t we? Seems that hasn’t changed either, though the humour in your tone is one I can’t say is familiar to me. eH’knGT-! Apologies, something seems to be… irritating me.”

Fukuzawa lets out a faint huff, a thinly veiled attempt to cover the smile that nearly broke its way onto his stern face. Thankfully for him, Mori is too preoccupied scrubbing at his nose to notice.

“ah’hHknGT-! eh’NXT’chh-!”

“Something the matter, Mori?”

“Nothing of importance. So, you called this little rendezvous, and in this place no less, was there a reason behind it?”

A pause settles uncomfortably in the room as Fukuzawa takes a second to calm his tone before it gives away his motives too quickly. ‘Ease into it, as if it were a mission. He’s the leader of the Port Mafia now after all, no longer just your rival, but the enemy of your organization.’

“I wanted the privacy to talk freely. This place came to mind, so I checked it out. What with all the dust floating around, I deemed it unused for months, and thus safe for our purposes.” 

“heH’enKNXgt-! I see. This says ‘unused’ to you, Fukuzawa? You must be slipping in your old age, this place has quite noticeably been cleaned recently.” 

“Yes, but only by me. To make sure it wasn’t too distracting. This place was dusty when it was used, I deemed it necessary to provide a light cleaning to ensure the meeting went as planned. Even I would have been… irritated… with the amount from before.” 

He doesn’t miss the way Mori practically flinches at the word ‘cleaning’. A smile starts to burn against his mouth as Fukuzawa bites his tongue lightly to keep it in check. He was always a man of a cold expression, but the sentiment never did extend itself below the surface. 

“Cleaning you say… eh’KnGt’chh-! What exactly did you use for said cleaning..?”

“Just a product I picked up at a local store. Not a high quality item, but it served its purpose.”

‘At least, it seems to be. Your nose is growing quite flushed already, Mori. Seems the reaction is even more intense then I had remembered.’ A light fluttering starts in his chest, quickly repressed as Fukuzawa attempts to ignore the way his breath catches right along with Mori’s.

“hiH’dnGT’chh-!”

“I understand if you wish to be sure of its satisfaction. I will give a demonstration of its effectiveness.”

“W- wait-”

The warning is pointedly ignored, Fukuzawa reaching onto a nearby desk and holding up the bottle. He reaches towards a shelf to his left, letting the sprayer release the soft mist into the air, maybe missing the shelf by just a touch.

A morbid sort of satisfaction settles in his gut, lips twitching into a smirk at the way Mori physically recoils from the spray, though he quickly replaces it with stone once more. Across the hall, a gloved hand rushes to Mori’s nose, a faint growl escaping his throat. ‘I don’t believe that was even intentional.’

“knGT’shh-! eh’dNXgt-! You know I’m allergic to that, right? hEH’knGT’shh-! hAH’INGT’schh-! ” 

“It had completely slipped my mind. I don’t normally store such personal details about the Port Mafia, unless it seems relevant.”

Mori twitches slightly, gloved hand still pressed firmly against his nose, seemingly doing nothing to quell the burning quickly spreading throughout his sinuses. Fukuzawa can’t help the smile starting to shine in his eyes, letting them narrow as if in deep concentration in an effort to conceal it. 

“Had it now? C- hEH’nnXGT-! eh’KNgxtt’shh-! Convenient, isn’t it. You just happen to pick the exact brand that- that… haH’INGTT’shh-!”

“I grabbed the first one I saw. Is someone of your standing going to be unable to continue the meeting because of it?” 

The only response Fukuzawa receives is in the form of a watery look. Mori seems to be attempting to study him further, however his nose has other plans, a gasp prying its way out of his mouth as he ducks back into his hands. Fukuzawa clenches his teeth in response, another futile attempt to prevent the smile from seeping out across his cheeks. 

“ihh’gNXT’chh-! eh’kNGt-! heHhh-! hH’KnxGt’shh-! heH’INGGT’shhoo-!”

Mori’s pale face seems to illuminate the dark room as a blush spreads out from his cheeks, barely noticeable if it weren’t for the pink hue adorning his nose being a matching tint. A hint of a laugh works its way out of Fukuzawa before he can suppress it, Mori turning to him with a ghost of a smile painted across his own face. Before long his eyes gloss over once more, gloved hand fanning his face as his eyelashes flutter.

“Ap- apologies… I fear I may… I think- think I need… I’mgonna-! haHhhH-!”

“You fear you may…?”

“hAH’aEShh’oo-! heH’KNNGshhh’oo-! hH’keschh’uu-! huhh… hiHHhh-! hAH’RSHHH’oo-! kESCHhh’oo-! ah’yyiishhh’oo-! hAH’IESSH’uu-!”

“What a display.”

“hH’mmFSHH’oo-! heTCHuh’shoo-!”

“Truly an unsettling lack of control, Mori.”

“AHh’knggshhh’uu-! aeeiishhh’oo-! kesschhh’oo-!” 

“I expected more. I mean, the leader of the Port Mafia-”

“hAH’EIISHH’uhh-! Guhh… heHHh-! hehh’IESHH’shoo-!”

“-reduced to such a watery mess so easily. Do your-”

“knNgT’choo-! eH’DNgxt’choo-! haAhH-! hH’keSCHH’oo-! hh’YYIESHH’oo-!”

“-enemies know of this overwhelming weakness?” 

Fukuzawa waits for a retort, eye roll, glare, or even a scalpel aimed for his throat. Nothing comes, Mori remains as before, eyes snapped shut, hands glued to his face, whole body convulsing as he dips again and again. ‘He’s practically trembling with the need to sneeze… perhaps I underestimated his sensitivity to such an allerg-’ Fukuzawa’s thoughts are quickly cut off as Mori drops to his knees, aiming only for the floor, his hands moving to brace himself as the fit continues to wrack his frail form. 

“Yo- hEH’INNGT’choo-! You knew- hH’AIESHH’oo-! That this wou- eh’RSHHH’uu-! This- hah’yyESHH’oo-! kESCHH’oo-! This woul- ah’DNGXT’choo-!”

“Are you alright?”

“Do I- heHZSHH’oo-! knGTSHHH’oo-! hAH’INNGGT’choo-! Do I see- hH’KNXG’SHH’oo-! heHHhh-! hAIYYSHH’oo-! Seem alright? hHAISHH’oo!”

Stone faced as he may be, Fukuzawa is not without conscience, and watching Mori’s desperate attempts at finishing a sentence, ‘Let alone drawing a full breath with the rate these are coming at…’ is enough to let a steady flow of guilt start dripping into his heart.

Reaching into his pocket he retrieves his handkerchief, kneeling beside the frantically sneezy man and holding it out. Mori seems to hesitate, glancing at his gloves, and peeling them off before accepting the offering.

A spark jumps from the contact, unwelcome emotion flooding his brain as Mori’s fingers graze his hand. Skin touches skin, sending chills up his arm and down his spine. Fukuzawa nearly resists the urge to pull the hitching man into his arms, ‘What kind of thought is that- He’s your enemy, pull yourself together. You only feel bad that it was this severe, that’s all.’ 

“heh’kNGshhh’oo-! aH’EIISHH’oo-!”

“Can you stand?” 

“I ca- hH’KNGSHH’uu-! I can try.”

Fukuzawa watches the attempt for a minute, concern starting to form on the outskirts of his mind as Mori trembles from the effort. Finally he can’t take watching anymore, and drapes the man's arm across his shoulders, dragging him to his feet.

“dTSHhh’oo-! hH’YIZZSHH’uu-! hH’NNGXT’choo-! knNGT’choo-! heh’inGT’choo-!”

The sneezes have Mori wavering again, even with Fukuzawa supporting his weight, so he comes up with another plan. ‘Forgive me for this, and please, if you can, forget it as soon as it’s come to an end.’ With that, he lets his arms wrap around Mori’s shaking frame, scooping him up in an uncomfortable hold.

Mori lets out a sharp gasp, scalpel being pulled from his jacket in the blink of an eye, but the blade never touches Fukuzawa. Instead, the two remain frozen, scalpel mere inches from his throat, Mori’s face pasted with an awful smirk.

“You in- huhHH-! intending to meet your end today, Fukuzawa? This is c- hEhHhh-! certainly an interesting way to go about it.” 

Before Fukuzawa has to offer a response, Mori’s eyes flutter once more, nose twitching as he attempts to duck into his own shoulder, instead only succeeding in pressing his nose against Fukuzawa’s chest before the sneezing begins.

“hH’MMFYYSHH’oo-! mMMIZSSHh’oo-! heH’EMMPFF’shoo-!”

Taking advantage of Mori’s lack of concentration, Fukuzawa removes them from the allergen soaked room, quickly relieving himself of the man in his arms as soon as they reach fresh air. Mori huffs lightly at being dropped, but manages to catch himself easily into a soft kneel. He stands on his own, though Fukuzawa takes a step nearer as he notices Mori still slightly trembling at the exertion.  

“Well that was raahhh-! hAH’GSHHH’oo-! Rather unpleasant.”

“I wasn’t aware you’d be allergic.” 

“I was ac- ehHAAISHHH’oo-! Actually referring to being so informally lifted.”

“Ah. Unpleasant indeed, just as much so as necessary. You seemed unable to stop.”

“Not like you t- to… hehH’RRUSHhh’oo-! To forget such an important detail, Fukuzawa.” 

There’s a mischief in Mori’s eyes that Fukuzawa recognizes instantly, sending shivers down his spine full of unease and… something else he’d rather not dwell on. 

“Not like you to stay in a room where you’ll be reduced to such a vulnerable state, Mori.”

“I suppose you’ve got me there, haven’t you?”

Mori offers a smirk, but there’s a light in his eyes that Fukuzawa finds himself unexplainably drawn to. ‘I haven’t felt this in so long… I haven’t seen that light in so long eithe-’ Once more his thoughts are interrupted, this time by a feeling he’d nearly forgotten the sensation of. His eyes trace down to Mori’s head, resting softly against his shoulder as he holds the handkerchief to his nose, sniffling headily into it.

At first Fukuzawa’s hand tenses back onto his sword, almost every fibre of his being telling him to strike fast. Almost. Instead, almost without thought, he finds his own head resting against Mori’s.

Something bone chilling ripples through him, a deep unsettling feeling he seems to get every time they’re in the same room. Almost as if Mori’s darkness is calling to his own, dragging a part of him he’d rather bury to the surface. But something else joins it, a soft light shining through his eyes, as if Mori’s darkness was finally giving it the space it needed to reveal itself.

For a second, just a second, Fukuzawa lets himself consider staying like this. He doesn’t miss the way Mori’s heartbeat seems to have sped, or the sensation of his own joining the race.

‘And still, despite whatever this may be, I must remember my place. He is nothing more than my enemy, and the enemy of those I care most for.’ With that, he pulls away, Mori quickly readjusting to press the handkerchief against his nose once more, cheshire smile painted over his face once more.

“I suppose thanks are in order for the consultation.”

“I don’t believe we ever actually got to that part, did we Fukuzawa? We could always discuss it now… hH’INGSHHH’oo-! Excuse me.” 

“No need, I’m sure we’ll be more than capable of handling it ourselves. So I guess instead of thanks I should offer apologies for the reaction. ”

“I’m still a doctor, I can handle said reaction. As for the offered thanks, none is required. A simple request is all I ask in return for all the trouble.”

“And what would that be?”

Fukuzawa allows his stern expression to resume its rightful place. Mori’s smirk does the same as he glances at Fukuzawa, raising the handkerchief once more to catch another harsh- 

“heH’ITZZSHH’oo-! AH’RUSHHH’oo-!”

-Before responding, voice once again calm and collected, a hint of something hidden below the words, just as it had always been with him.

“That we meet again at a later date so I may return this. Washed, of course.” 

The stern expression softens one last time, the flicker of a smile lighting up the dark evening as Mori matches it with a gentle look of his own. One Fukuzawa is well aware was used for show, to set his enemy off-kilter, and yet… ‘And yet, I still feel as though it might have a hint of something real.’ The only response he offers is a slight bow, his face cold once more, turning and walking away from the old clinic, and the old memories. 

He allows his mind to drift, just a little, as he hears another set of sneezes echo out from behind him, along with a nearly silent sentiment.

“iHH’KnGxt’choo-! kesschh’oo-! Ahh’yesshh’oo-! See you then, Fukuzawa.” 

‘I’ll be counting on it, Mori.’ 

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you so much for the askssss!!! #hopefully this is alright- tho i admit i am still very new to them!! #i quite enjoyed writing it though- wrecking m/ori was very fun #soooo i hope its enjoyable to read too!! #okay im stalling in these tags so imma hit post yes i am mhm i totally am #snz #snzkink #b/sd

[thevalicemultiverse]

This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It's like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety.

Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of cymbals-sounds that say listen to this, it is important.

So, write with a combination of short, medium, and long sentences. Create a sound that pleases the reader's ear. Don't just write words. Write music.

Gary Provost

Alice: ...is this meant to be writing advice for our mun, or...?

Smiler: I'm more interested in how you made the words so colorful in an ask! That's awesome!

#~M: I want some questions! now! (ask) #~M: grin without a cat (anon) #~M: a glimpse between worlds (meta) #write words write music #~C: Alice Liddell #~C: Smiler Alton #((I try my best to keep it varied anon! #also yes I am also curious about the colors #actually I'm just curious about how you do multiple paragraphs in an ask #STILL don't understand how people manage that)) #~M: with this hand I will lift your queue

[paperhats-and-evil-schemes]

Me: Oh, so how long's the White Hat fic gonna be?

You: Probably around 80k-100k

Me: Oh oka- Wait... *looks at your AO3*

*sees that all your current works add up to about 84k*

Me: ... So what you're saying is... the WH fic is going to be as long, if not longer, than all of the other Villainous fics you've ever done combined???

Ok well when you put it like that, it sounds ridiculous 😂

But yes.

#THERE IS A REASON WHY THIS ONE HAD TO BE SPLIT INTO CHAPTERS OK #villainous #white hat #OP #Look I never knew how long it was gonna be when first writing it out I have never been good with fic length estimates #it just kinda HAPPENED #Man I really hope depression will refrain from kicking me in the balls long enough for me to get at least 1 chapter of this thing #done for you guys because d a m n #What an absolute waste this would be if not #(And before anybody says anything - Yes I know I don't owe it to anybody to finish or whatever but I would still like to try lol) #If only for the sake that AGAIN IT WOULD BE SUCH A MASSIVE WASTE OF ALL THIS WRITING IF I DON'T LMAO

[peculiarreality]

Chapter 7 is now up! Let’s just... pretend that it hasn’t been months, okay?

#pecs writes fic #Between The Living And The Dead #infected ellis #nellis l4d2 #Nick L4D2 #ellis l4d2 #infected au #nick/ellis #special infected oc #cw cannibalism #yes it's still just rated m #yes nick and ellis are still figuring things out #is this slow-burn? i don't know but i choose to believe no because it's only been a few days in canon

[tvshows-addict]

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#hello yes I'm alive haha #it s been a crazy year #but yes I m still a larrie #and no I'm not writing anything at the mo sorry! #for my inbox

[magentagalaxies]

just had a realization that i think my favorite trope in fiction is "two characters who assume they should be soulmates (often through some cosmic means outside of their control) so they attempt a romantic relationship before realizing their feelings towards each other are entirely platonic but that doesn't make them any less connected." bonus points if the characters are m/f and at least one of them realizes they're gay or aroace in the process

#yes i know i'm just describing the human shield scene from other girls #but this also applies to the ''doing this'' scene from spies are forever which i was very inspired by in my writing #and i also had a dream last night that basically applied this trope to one of my favorite series as a child that had m/f ''soulmates'' #like in the dream there was a new book which revolved around the male character realizing his sexuality #and the couple became platonic soulmates #idk when someone asks me my favorite tropes i always draw a blank bc this one isn't super common but i love it #and i could probably read 20 things with this plot point and still love it

[ziracona]

Me trying to figure out what tf Astolfo’s pronouns are

#I have seen characters in G/O use He - She - /and/ they. but Astolfo never uses any personally #the facts use ‘they’. BUT in one dialogue in English Astolfo calls themself ‘he’ BUT that’s an incorrect translation of the Japanese where #they use 3rd person and just use their own name. no pronoun. And I can’t remember Astolfo ever correcting anyone or using a pronoun for #themself in Apocrypha I mean also I don’t speak Japanese so totally they could & it just wasn’t in my subs. BuT circling back the #translation while not accurate is still official for US fgo. #I have no problem with they obviously the thing is just I’ve never heard Alstolfo use ‘they’ either—I’ve never heard Astolfo use /anything/ #it could be it/its or xem/xir or no prounouns ar all. & I can’t figure out if it’s most accurate to use They since the stat sheet does #or He since there’s one use of Astolfo’s for it that is half-canon. OR if I should just write my sentences to completely avoid pronouns when #possible. like does it matter? would Astolfo care? probably not. but I still want to know!!! #I-I /think/ in Extella Astolfo uses ‘he’ some? but G/O uses They. so is He/They accurate or is one or the other a translation error? #I mean a Nonbinary King regardless I just genuinely want to know #although I have a sneaking suspicion if I asked Astolfo would be like ‘Haha that all works! Ooh! I’m gonna add five new ones!’ #and I’d be like ‘do you care which is used most?’ and Astolfo would go ‘Haha! Nope!’ & run off to buy slushie #G/O also uses She a LOT. but the stat sheets & Astolfo never have to the best of my knowledge??? BUT Astolfo has called themself a maiden #before (among many other gendered terms for fun so obviously they don’t care). I just want to know because I am curious #Astolfo tell me your riddles please #Alstolfo are your pronouns Short/King? Or Bae/Material? or M/VP? #I love that little pink haired spirit #does this matter at all? no. not really. do I still want to know bc Astolfo facts bring joy? yes very much

[lume-nescence]

so im thinking of changing up some things here

this whole time i’ve been writing for gn!reader and i’ve been thinking of writing for f!reader and m!reader as well.

i just wanted to spice things up a little!

with that said, i will be labeling what pronouns are used and what gender the reader is in my stories

#📣 lumes announcements #this is just a lil change i’ve been thinking of doing #ofc i’ll still be writing gn!reader yes #i wanted to try to write for other genders too #however #im not too confident in writing for m!reader #but regardless i will try to write for m!reader :)

[whumpcreations]

Vanya Part 7

TW: self sacrifice, reference to past torture, espace, being followed

Note: I am SO sorry that I just ghosted this story and writing in general for months. My brain just didn´t have any creativity left in that time. Hopefully, it´s coming back.

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“Are you okay?” Vanya looked up to Raphael who breathed audibly and leaned against the cold outer wall. She had allowed a short break in the shadow of a watchtower, but it was too long- they had to reach the tunnels before the change of the guards. Checking her watch they only had about five minutes left.

“Raphael, come on. We don´t have time”, she whispered forcefully. He swayed as he fully got up, so Vanya took is arm and dragged him with her.

Always pressed to the wall they made their way to the entrance. This was the really risky part of this mission: sneaking around the yard with guards not being influenced by the festivities going on on the inside watching everything. The guards in the watchtowers must be tired by now. Their shift was almost over and she hoped they wouldn´t pay as much attention as their replacement so this was their only time window.

The gravel crunched softly under their feet but the sound surrounding them absorbed the sounds they made.

Only a few meters left.

Vanya should be nervous, almost losing her mind with all the stress but she was calm. Not relaxed, but calm. Her body went into mission mode so easily- she had trained for this almost her entire life. She felt safe risking her life and always being just one step away from being wrecked. She knew it was strange but she was well aware of what she was capable of and when she was in danger she knew what to do; her body knew how to react. Behind her harsh mask she was often insecure in day-to-day situations but this, this hazard gave her stability.

Suddenly just before a corner she stopped. Raphael bumped into her, in way too much pain and too tired to react properly.

“There it is”, she whispered. The entrance for the old supply tunnel was right in front of them. It had been built so ensure the supply of food in times of siege. It hadn´t been used since. This was the only way out. In case they locked the entrance or guarded it, they would be absolutely wracked. There was no turning back now so she took Raphael´s hand and overcame the last few steps.

The door wasn´t even locked. It seemed the tunnels were completely forgotten. Vanya pushed the lid aside and signalled Raphael to step down. When she heard the echo of his footsteps on the ground she swung herself on the latter just to face another problem. The lid was heavy- heavy and old. She had to use all her strength to lift it up in the beginning. There was no way she would be able to close the lid quietly.

“Run. I´ll be there in a minute. We need to hurry”, she told Raphael while still standing on the latter. When the echo of his footsteps slowly faded, she let the lid fall down on the entrance. The clank could probably be heard all over the yard.

She jumped down the last few steps and ran.

Their hurried steps thundered back from the walls of the tunnel creating nearly as much noise as a whole army. Raphael stumbled but managed to stay on his feet.

“The tunnel ends in a now abandoned city. Kallias should be waiting there.” Vanya tried to whisper but the echo still made her wince.

“Should?” Raphael was so out of breath Vanya really worried about their way still ahead.

“Don´t worry about that now. Let´s just get there.”

They were getting slower. Raphael was at the end of his strength and Vanya realised they would never be fast enough. It was in that moment when she heard the echoing thunk of the heavy lid followed by footsteps coming down the ladder. They were too slow. Even with their head start Raphael and Vanya would never make it out in time.

“Raphael, you have to keep going. Just make it too the exit, Kallias will be there, I´m sure of it. I´ll be buying you some time. But you have to keep going.”

“What about you?”

“I´ll follow you in a few moments. I´m just giving you a head start.” Vanya knew it was a lie but Raphael left after another moment of hesitation.

So, Vanya stood in the darkness of the tunnel and she had no moves left to make but one. Princess – that was what her brother had called her when they had been younger. She was not a princess anymore. She was a queen; a queen of the dark and wicked but still… And Vanya would make her last desperate move on the board: she would sacrifice the queen.

#yes I´m finally writing again #hopefully creativity is back #well my life is still going to shit but anyways #whump #whump writing #my writing #whump story #tw escape #tw running away and being followed #tw self sacrifice #vanya #raphael

[cryptidofthekeys]

im torn now

between calling him Markus or Murdock

oh i always fall prey to the fandom chosen names for characters bc they can be so damn good, even tho I s a i d specifically like ‘no matter what the fandom chooses imma stick to my guns on this one’

and then they choose a badass name

#yes im talking about murderiplier #he is v e r y top tier on my mind right now #he's holding my brain cell at knife point and he will N O T back off #i know i said i was gonna call him Markus Crowe ...BUT... god d a m n- Murdock is a good name fkldkjgdfsl #its growing on me more and more even tho i said i WASNT going to go along with the fandoms #...i mean i could still turn and go my own way- I could legit c o m b i n e in a dumb way #just like 'Markus Murdock Crowe' but that uh isnt as good combining em together #...but then again i've picked some dumbass names for characters before #im also saying this bc im probably going to write with him VERY soon btw

[adhd-mess]

Manifesting that I will write a fic and post it to ao3 this summer. If you guys have any prompts or ideas pls let me know!!

#yes I know I still iswal to work on #but I think I want to revamp it before I write a new chap #a-m rambles

[slowips]

i had this issue when writing #001 in which i wasn't sure if i wanted to have the mother be alive. but after thinking it through and letting the idea incubate in my mind, i don't think the mother is a good driving force of the story, and instead, i can show what i wanted to show with the mother through another character (tighnari, or even better: collei).

so i guess the decision for now (that is somewhat final) is that the mother is no longer alive at the start of the story. i think it will be very very cool if reader didn't even know the status of the mother (alive or deceased) and that itself can also an important scene for me to establish some things.

#with irony. #m/2023/001 #/ #anyways as you can see the web weaves i reblogged associated to this wip has helped a lot #yes i am still thinking about this wip #yes i have tried multiple times to write it it didnt work out #yes i am trying again