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likesunsetorange · 1 year ago

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“mikasa and eren are antisocial af so they probably end up talking bc they’re little losers lol, and eren probably can tell mikasa is bored and here’s this gorgeous model, so he’s gonna whisk her away and they go to his ranch they have a romantic night under the stars and all that but he’s dumb and doesn’t get her number and she goes back home to ny without it”

DORKS!LOSERS!*AFFECTIONATE*

them slipping out of the room all giddy!!!!!!!!!! him not getting her number is sooodooooso my doodoo head…….. he’s already resigned himself to being a notch on her post, a lover if one may (can he call himself that? he will in his head anyways!)

like a global model would’ve never taken a relationship with him seriously so he’s should just treasure the moment then boom she shows up! and if we’re really leaning into the romcom of it all it’s during like crazy rain, her car gets stuck, she trucks herself to his doorstep by foot, and he stares slack jawed when he opens the door to se her <3

omg anon i was using your ask to draft a drabble and then this little incident of mikasa showing up to eren’s house has since spiraled further so we will be compiling all the ideas into one and since i had already been writing on this one we’re still gonna use yours lol!

also very much enjoying the dramatics and hallmark vibes here like is that just the energy i exude? extreme unseriousness and hallmark level corniness lol??

but fuck it drabble let’s go 🦅🦅🦅

(this actually ended up being so long lol 1.6k so enjoy!)

The rain only started falling harder every minute longer Mikasa continued to drive down the gravel road, the pitch black of the country sky only adding to the lack of visibility. She gripped the steering wheel hard, trying to focus on what little bit of the road she could see. The high beams of the rental car were doing little to nothing to help her see, only adding to her anxiety.

Her only saving grace was the fact that the GPS was telling her she was only five minutes away from Eren’s house—the last place she should be on a Wednesday night in the middle of April—not to mention she was halfway across the country, in the middle of nowhere, driving down a country road to see a man who’d she had only seen once.

Had it been her best idea? No. Was she still doing it? Absolutely.

There had been few times in her life when she had run off pure spontaneity, and she would allow herself this one instance of a lack of sensibility. It certainly wasn’t wise to book a flight in the act of impulse after finding out said man would be free all week, a pause in his hectic schedule, a schedule she had acquired by coercing her assistant to do some potentially not-so-legal things.

But the ticket had been bought. The rental car reservation had been made. So there was no turning back. (There certainly was opportunity to turn around, but Mikasa didn’t want to give herself any potential out or else she wouldn’t ever commit to doing so.)

So here she was, 0.75 miles from his house, running off pure adrenaline, rehearsing the speech she and Sasha had prepared.

“Hi, Eren. I know this is sudden, but I probably should’ve asked you for your number before leaving. I had to come back to Texas for another shoot, so I thought I would stop by.”

Maybe it was partially based on a lie, but tomato, tomato. It would be fine, she would be fine, and she told herself that all of this certainly wouldn’t blow up in her face.

Until that was precisely what happened.

She had been driving down the curve that led up to Eren’s ranch house when she felt the car jerk, suddenly drifting off the road, before halting to a stop, the Low-Pressure light immediately flashing on. As soon as she saw the lights flash on, she immediately knew one of the tires had blown out, leaving her stranded in the pouring rain just outside of Eren’s house.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. Mikasa leaned her head against the steering wheel, her stomach beginning to pool with regret.

“Do you think it would be weird if I just showed up at his house?”

Yes, Mikasa. It would be weird—it’s fucking insane of you, she thought to herself. And you certainly wouldn’t be in the fucking predicament you are in now if you just called him like any sane other sane person.

Mikasa glanced at her phone, the GPS alerting her she was only 0.25 miles from his house, and the weather app telling her the rain wouldn’t stop for at least the next four hours.

She sat there weighing her options.

Call a tow truck, and stick out the wait in her car

Walk to Eren’s house

Mikasa could see the lights of his house shining through the rain like a lighthouse in a stormy sea, signaling a potential safe return. At this point, she had already risked so much—her pride, her sanity, and almost her life had the tire incident gone any worse—what more did she have to lose?

She shut off the car, grabbed the keys and her phone—leaving her other belongings so if she needed to do a walk of shame back to her car, at least she’d be traveling light—and shoved on a jacket, thankful to whatever higher power she decided to bring one with her on the plane that day.

Mikasa told herself that if she ran as fast as she could, she would be there quickly, but she didn’t anticipate having to trek through mud, puddles, and essentially pitch black to make it to his front porch. By the time she made it up the steps, her white shoes were ruined, her white tank top was practically see-through, showing every lace detail of her black bra, and her bangs were plastered to her face. (Suddenly, there didn’t seem to be any point in asking how she should do her hair.)

There wasn’t much left to do but ring the doorbell, and at this point, she didn’t have anything left to lose, so she jammed her finger against it, giving herself no opportunity to back out. She heard the chime echo through his house while she stood there fiddling with her thumbs, trying to ring out as much water as she could from her hair, trying to make herself look the least bit presentable.

She heard the low timbre of a man from the other side of the door before the fumbling of the lock and doorknob snapped her attention forward. Mikasa felt her heart get stuck in her stomach as she saw the door pull back, Eren’s tall frame coming into view.

Mikasa had to stop herself from letting her jaw drop when she saw him; the first time she saw him practically paling in comparison to how he looked right now. From the fact that he had no shirt on, allowing her to see just how much muscle he had from all those days he spent working hard, to the sweats that hung low on his hips, leaving little to her imagination. He even looked prettier when he was home, as if the sense of comfort it brought him added an extra glow to his face.

His hand was clenched around his phone, holding it to his ear when he finally spoke, breaking Mikasa out of her ogling.

“Hey mom, I’m gonna have to call you back later… No ma’am… Yes ma’am, I will. I promise… I love you too… Okay, bye. Talk to you tomorrow.” His voice was velvety when he spoke, something about the way he spoke sweet and rich, a sound Mikasa didn’t think she’d ever get tired of.

Eren stared at her blankly once he hung up the phone, dumbfounded that she was standing on his front porch, not to mention that she was muddy and drenched from the rain.

The two of them were stuck in a staring contest, neither of them able to formulate words—all of Mikasa’s confidence had suddenly flown out the window, leaving her at a loss for words, because as soon as she opened her mouth, she knew she would be babbling like an idiot.

“Umm… Hi?” Eren said, his greeting coming out more like a question than anything.

“Hi,” Mikasa somehow managed to squeak out.

“Umm…” He repeated, still at a loss for words.

Mikasa’s mind, a jumbled mess, opted to go for it, knowing her babbling would be better than whatever awkward mess this was.

“You forgot something,” she said blankly.

Eren looked at her confused, his brows furrowing, “What?”

“You didn’t ask for my number the last time we saw each other. You forgot to ask me for it when I left here,” she said, stepping closer to where he stood in the doorway.

“You wanted me to ask you for your number?” Eren stared at her in disbelief, whether it was because he was shocked at her words or that she dared to show up and say them; Mikasa didn’t know.

“You brought me to your ranch, took me on a ride on horseback underneath the stars, called me beautiful, and then still didn’t ask me for my number. You didn’t even try to kiss me.”

“Did you want me to?” Eren said as his eyes flickered to her lips.

“Do you really think I would fly across the country on a whim and walk a quarter mile in the rain if I didn’t want you to ask me for my number or kiss me, Eren?” Mikasa asked.

She stood before him, glancing up at him, her face merely inches away from his. She could see how long his lashes looked beneath the porch light, the strands of gold and bronze within his hair, and the plush pink of his lips—right where she could kiss him.

“Mikasa, you walked a quarter mile in the pouring—”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before Mikasa pushed herself upward, so her lips met his, her hand steadying itself on his broad chest. He tasted like sweet tea and a touch of Chapstick, his lips as soft as she could have imagined. His hands steadied on her waist, bringing her closer to him. She relished in the way he felt before the reality of the situation began to plague her mind—clarity being her cruelest enemy.

Maybe it was the second-guessing running through her head, but the sudden urge to pull away instantly flooded through her mind before she jerked herself back.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Eren’s voice immediately rang through her ears as she pulled away. “Who said I wanted you to stop?”

“Oh, did you not?”

“You show up on my doorstep with all these questions, then kiss me, and now you’re surprised I wanted to kiss you back?”

“Umm… maybe?”

Eren didn’t give her much time to think before he picked her up and walked her into his house. “How about I let you into my house so you don’t end up sick from being drenched in the rain, get you some dry clothes, and you can ask me all the questions you want?”

“Okay,” she responded shyly, her face flushing red at his directness.

“Never met a girl so pretty and bold before, surely I have to keep you around.”

#cowboy x model au #vic’s drabbles #asks #eremika

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joocomics · 4 months ago

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mingi with glasses is the CUTEST EVERRR

i'm gonna get the fic started at some point but i have to lay ground work to show how serious the hero business is and how culty it is and at the same time hwa finding his significant other and growing to care for them to the point of being completely in love to then have it make sense when he turns into an anti-villain to save his s/o and how devastating it'll be when he can't. but i also have so so many wips in my drafts... i have a whole kinktober that i'm nowhere near done with and many requests that i haven't even touched yet 💀 plus a longer fic that i'm pretty excited about too ALL THIS TO SAY THAT I HAVE THE IDEA LOCKED AWAY FOR WHEN I CAN WORK ON IT 😭😭

YES OMG!! my ult group is DKB (👾 lore reveal) and i've settled in the fact that i ULT ult junseo and bias the rest of them.... which is a struggle for my friends when i start looking at their biases 😁

that yunho video is seared into my mind TRUST he has been wilding lately.... THAT WALL DANCE TOO???? I DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE OUT OF SHEER FERALITY

sorry for the yap sesh, i am nothing if not a wordy annoyance - 👾

YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG FOR THAT!!! that’s gonna be a wild emotional rollercoaster omg i’m cheering you on 🫰🏼 i don’t know how you all fantasy writers do all of that world building, politics and fights and such 😮‍💨 it’s admirable fr OH ARE ANY OTHER MEMBERS GONNA BE IN IT? sorry for all the questions lol i got excited

i feel you on that trust 😭 i’ve been meaning to make a list with all my wips and ideas to see which ones still inspire me and maybe try to prioritise them cause they’re a lot and i only keep adding new ones 😩 currently, i’m only working on the drabbles for my event, but that bad boy jooyeon idea with reader!bookseller???? it’s living rent free in my head 24/7 so i know how frustrating it can be *sigh* sometimes when you get a sudden spark from a new concept or idea it distracts you soo much from everything else you wanna get done 😭

what i try to remind myself is, that we should take it easy and just work on whatever excites us at the moment and feels right, whenever we feel like it… or writing may stop being fun and that’s not the goal here 😔 so don’t put too much pressure on yourself, little by little you’ll get there!!

THE WALL DANCE GOT ME SPEECHLESS FOR SOME REASON I DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO DO IT OUT OF ALL MEMBERS? but then again i haven’t been keeping up with them for months so idk what’s up with him 😭 (not complaining tho) and OHH idk if you like txt, but in case you do, YEONJUN DID THAT DANCE TOO it felt like i got hit but a truck he was so into it

do NOT apologise for that, i love chatting with you, and those little pieces of lore? i appreciate them sm

#💌: joocomics inbox #👾 anon

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moved-2-coyotemaximum · 3 years ago

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man yknow. i know everyone's heard this one, but really truly just writing a few words, like 3 or 4, in a wip doc is enough to feel satisfying when you've truly accepted the mindset that any amount of words at any amount of time is still progress.

part of me wants to blame the education system for this shitty "if i don't write 3 paragraphs a day, i'm a failure" mindset, but i know that's not all of it. there's a lot of writers, both professional and not, who i think inadvertently push this kind of thinking on their readers and fans. are they to blame? not really, if they're doing it unintentionally. but it makes me sad for them because like. they got that mindset from somewhere too.

i think my point is like. there are no deadlines when you're writing for fun. sometimes i talk about a fic i'm writing and i'm super excited about it and then it sits in my drafts for months or even years. i feel guilty about it sometimes, i really do, but i make myself remember that i'm not obligated to keep writing it if i've lost interest. i don't owe anyone fanfiction. i write because i want to, i write for myself.

like i have so many poems and drabbles i've never even thought about posting. maybe i'll post them soon, get them queued up after i post this. but the point is i don't have to. i don't owe anyone these poems.

don't force yourself to write for anyone. the only deadlines writers should set are for career writing and education-related writing, so basically if writing is your job or you have a writing-based assignment. there are no deadlines for fanfic. there are no deadlines for writing for fun. progress is progress no matter how small, and if you lose interest? stop! don't write that anymore! put it aside, don't delete it, but save it for if/when you regain interest. no one's forcing you.

also i couldn't put this anywhere but deletion is also progress. you didn't like that part or you thought of something better or it just doesn't fit in the story. you made the story better by choosing to delete that part. you're fitting it to your vision. you're making progress. the forest suffers without wildfires.

i also couldn't fit this anywhere, but you do not have to write something every day. if you're doing a challenge, great! i'm proud of you! but if it starts to get hard or frustrating, please please please stop, i promise no one will be mad. if you go a few days without writing anything at all, that's okay. if you go a few weeks without writing anything, that's okay. if you go a few months, that's okay. a few years, that's okay. burnout is fucking real, and people have certainly tried, but the feeling is truly indescribable. imagine being completely unable to bring yourself to do anything creative at all. imagine wanting so badly for your hands to move but they just won't. imagine staring at a blank document, which we've all done, for hours, which extend into days, weeks, months. you simply can't do anything. that's what burnout is like, at least in my experience. and you can prevent it by taking breaks and not forcing yourself to write constantly. you are not a machine. you are a human being with thoughts and feelings and creativity, but you are also a human being with limits. and it's preferable that you don't cross the limits of how much you can force yourself to write.

write for you. for no one else.

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everything-withered · 4 years ago

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Author update~

Real life has been A Time, but in a good way which is very strange because of how utterly wretched it was the year before that. I'm starting to understand that that is simply the nature of life and not to feel guilty for it or talk myself out of feeling good about it, so here I am writing this:

I don't have a plan yet in moving forward fandom wise outside of dedicating less time to it, though at minimum, I would still like to clear out my ask box which has a combination of winteriron and ichiruki so without further ado..

With winteriron: this ship and its fandom have such a special place in my heart for (no exaggeration) saving my life, and my journey with them won't feel complete until I hit 100 entries in the Who's Been Lovin' You Good series. At the time of writing this, I'm still 30 entries down which I think is more than enough time to keep exploring them individually and as a pair (occassionally more than lol).

As for ichiruki: they are my forever ship. Once upon a time, I was sixteen and in love with them, and here I am at almost twenty-six and still in love with them. Their ship and their fandom have been amazing to me from beginning to present, and I'm eternally grateful. I can't say that I could stop writing them even if I tried -- lord knows I'll see the sun and moon motif somewhere twenty years down the line and immediately think of them. Though, I will say that long chaptered fics are probably not in the cards if I have any hope of completing a draft for publication.

I do have ideas and 🎶concepts🎶 which I'd love to keep sharing even if there's no longer fic attached though so look out for that, and beyond the occasional drabble/prompt fill, I do have plans for longer one-shots as a compromise to the no-full-length projects so there is that.

ALSO.

I'm working on compiling the full scope of my winteriron and ichiruki fics into pdfs.

I've already done the first half of Who's Been Lovin' You Good for winteriron but its in need of edits and probably won't be fully ready until I hit 100.

For ichiruki, I'm thinking the full length fics will be individual pdfs, along with a collection for the one-shots of both AUs and Canon Divergent.

Wanting to create the pdfs for both ships is something important to me. Living in the time we are now where everything is virtual and where things can be deleted at a drop of a hat, I wanted to give you something you can keep, in a sense, and if you choose to.

When the pdfs are ready, I'll post the link here and it should be available on my wordpress -- which I still need to fix huhu, bear with me ya'll.

My replies on here and ao3 will still be pretty staggered, and because school and work has invaded, I had to set up a separate discord account so I'm not even using that, but please know I love and appreciate you all so much, and I carry your kind words with me everywhere.

Anyway. Yeah, that's it.

That's me.

#personal #author update #ichiruki #winteriron

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iinfortunii · 4 years ago

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rules: code of conduct.

BEGIN.

Before we start, I would like you to have certain things in mind when approaching me ooc. I am very shy and quite awkward, which results in me not being much of a talker; however, I will always try my best to be friendly to whoever wants to approach. I dislike pet names so please do not use them with me unless we are very close. There will be times when I'm just exhausted, so my wording could sound rude/aggressive, to which I apologize in advance -I never mean to hurt people’s feelings. I also reserve the right to interact with WHOEVER I want, and pestering me about it will only get you blocked.

Updates will be made as required.

I. BASIC.

A. This blog is: Selective / Independent / Canon Divergent / NSFW / Mutuals only / Singleship / Mostly iconless / Multiverse / AU, Crossover, OC, and Multimuse friendly / Vaguely affiliated with the OP RP fandom.

B. I am a very slow rper for many reasons —school, family, my ever-fluctuating mood —and I would appreciate it if you refrained from pestering me for replies. In return I offer as much patience as necessary. Think of this blog as low activity please.

C. English is not my mother language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes made.

D. I track the tag #iinfortunii, although mentioning me works just as fine.

E. Constructive criticism is always welcome but anon hate will be immediately deleted. I have no problems if you disagree with my portrayal, but it doesn't give you the right to harass me.

F. Mun and muse are both over 18, so there are chances that heavy content will be present; however I won't be writing smut. I can roleplay anything before or after the act if requested, but the moment things get far too explicit, I'll do a fade-to-black. I ask of you to not lie about your age or else you’ll be blocked indefinitely.

G. This is a heavily headcanon-based blog, and changes are likely to be made as more information is revealed about him, though I reserve the right to adjust the new information according to my interpretation of Deuce or simply ignore it, which is why I’m canon divergent.

H. If you'd like to turn an ask into a thread, you can turn it into a new post, or reblog from me, as I won't be using the Tumblr asks anymore due to the problems that come with formatting and such.

I. Ask box is open for everyone ic or ooc, but you aren't allowed to turn it into a thread and nor I will reply to it if we’re not mutuals. Please don't push me, because I won't hesitate to block.

J. No godmoding —only a minor is allowed if it moves a thread forward —or metagaming, please. Don't kill Deuce either, unless plotted beforehand, and most importantly, don't hold your muse back.

K. Discord is available for mutuals upon request.

L. Just because I write something it does not mean I condone it. Please have this in mind and again, do not pester me about it. Any and all nsfw matters will be tagged accordingly. There will be triggering topics present, and you can know more about this on the section below.

M. DO NOT involve me in drama or call-out posts. I’m heavily against both things. On this note, you’ll never see me rebloging a call-out post. This culture is so damaging and toxic, and I firmly believe no one should play the role of the judge for the good of the community just because you had issues with someone or don’t agree with the things they roleplay. Talk things privately, be mature about it, hard-block the person and move on. I am also very aware that a lot of people have done things that can’t be excused, but I like to believe that people can change for the better. If you try to drag me into it, I'll hard block any and all people involved indefinitely.

II. TRIGGERS.

A. They will be tagged as trigger tw, trigger / and trigger cw.

B. I do my best to stay up to date with my mutuals triggers. Your comfort is way more important to me than you might think, so never be hesitant to approach me via IM, (anonymous) ask or stop following me.

C. Triggers that are likely to appear, although some more than others: violence || blood || death || drugs || abuse || knives || body image || medical equipment || suggestive content || etc

D. I have no triggers, so you are free to go wild with your content. I only ask you remember to tag your nsfw (both written and visual), please.

III. INTERACTIONS.

A. Deuce won't like everyone. He might/will make wrong assumptions about your character. He will insult and bite back. He won't always be nice to those he likes. He does many things that serve his interests. You, as the mun, have no reason to take it personal, because I'm won't follow someone I don't like; if you DO take it personal however, and decide to rouse drama, then I'll be hard-blocking you. Goes for me as well —I have no reason to get angry for any of the things noted above.

B. My bonds page displays the relationships that have been built over time, not necessarily through interaction alone but over plotting as well. Refer to it for more information.

C. Interactions with OCs related to canon characters will only take place as long as said OCs have a detailed about page. Personally, I'm not interested in the idea of an OC being blood-related to my portrayal, so I apologize in advance.

D. Formatting isn’t a big thing across my blogs, save for the small text. Please don’t mix either sup/sub with small text when writing with me, as I have eyesight problems. Don’t use colored text either.

E. Non-romantic pre-established relationships are allowed! Just make sure to talk it out with me first, yeah?

01. Spade / Whitebeard pirates (canon and original characters alike that i am MUTUALS with) will have a pre-established relationship as long as the other mun is comfortable with such idea, though that relationship will be limited to merely crewmates, unless discussed otherwise.

F. You don’t need to match my writing length as long as I’m given enough to work with. If something about my reply bothers or doesn’t work with you, let me know and I’ll re-work it.

G. I really enjoy plotting scenarios or talking out about the relationships my muse could have with other muses, so hit me up if you’ve got any ideas! I’ll try to do the same!

H. Mun does not equal muse, so don’t go assuming I’m a jerk simply because Deuce is an asshole from time to time. I’m set on the idea that I’ll give people the same treatment they give me —which is always nice and kind. Kudos to everyone for this ♡

I. I don’t use a threadtracker because I rely on my memory (terrible mistake, I know), but I try to draft people’s replies as soon as I see them. If by any reason it seems like I lost it, then please let me know / send me a link with it and I’ll be deeply grateful.

J. I don’t do nor reply to greetings starters for matters of my own comfort, so I ask of you to never expect a starter or a reply from them.

IV. SHIPPING.

A. Singleship, with the spot taken by daadzi, which means Deuce is no longer open for romantic relationships.

01. Under no circumstances, I will accept more romantic relationships once the spot is taken. That being said, I won’t discourage your muse from falling for / hitting on him, although I ask you to understand he will never respond with the same interest or will never react gently if he’s pushed too far.

02. If my shipping partner is comfortable enough, I'll interact with duplicates with the condition that the relationship is strictly platonic.

B. Constant interaction, mutual interest, and chemistry are a must for the sake of better communication (both ic and ooc, preferably).

C. Please do not approach me if you wish our characters to have either a: one night stand or friends with benefits type of relationships. It won’t work out due to the nature of Deuce’s personality, and for that I apologize.

E. My ship has its own tag so you're free to block it if you don't want to see it on your dashboard. In addition, I'll also tag those posts with only the ship name for this very purpose.

F. Please do not force ships on me.

V. CELEBRATIONS.

A. First off, I am absolutely terrible at keeping up with dates, and to be frank, I am not the biggest fan of celebrating, which is why I think it’s necessary to say I won’t be partaking in any holidays, not even Deuce’s birthday (not that he has one, to begin with). Obviously I will still reply to any gifts received, and will send out things in return —you know, common courtesy.

B. I won't be sending out birthday gifts every year, and I might write drabbles for people once in a blue moon; it doesn’t mean they will be done for the specific date though, so please be patient.

VI. REASONS TO NOT FOLLOW BACK / UNFOLLOW.

A. Too much drama / call-outs / vague posts / sexual content.

B. Content makes me uncomfortable.

C. You are a personal blog without a visible rp sideblog. Please make sure it's easy to find.

D. You do not have a proper tag system.

E. Your blog doesn’t have a rules and about pages.

F. You lack the manners to deal with people respectfully.

G. I have no interest / lost interest.

H. I'm constantly / only used as a meme archive.

I. Other reasons may apply. I will soft block so we can both cease following each other and avoid any potential awkward situations. I won’t make a fuss if you decide to unfollow so I expect the same courtesy.

VII. ABOUT BEATRICE.

She is not a real person. Her concept as Deuce’s (toxic) pseudolover is my creation and was somewhat inspired from the real life Beatrice Portinari. Do have in mind that Deuce doesn’t talk about her so your muse can’t simply approach him and ask about her unless they can go through his memories / read his mind / any capability alike or he speaks about her, though it won't take a genius to figure out that she's a product of his imagination.

You can read about her by clicking here -link to be added.

She serves as a lie to shield himself from the internalized homophobia he deals with up until meeting Ace.

NOTE: As stated previously, Mun =/= muse, but I too have been dealing with compulsory heterosexuality for far too long, so I'd like to apologize in advance for projecting a bit of that into my portrayal. I'll work so that this part makes sense with what we've been given from Ace's novel.

VIII. MISCELLANEOUS.

A. I will never force people to follow me, so if by any reason you have to unfollow/block me, please go ahead. Your comfort matters and have every right to do what you must to ensure your wellbeing. With that said, I will not tolerate and will immediately hard block if you try to police my content.

B. I do not follow back immediately, and it can take me from a few hours to several days to follow back. Do not take it personally if I choose not to.

C. If I follow it’s because I am interested in interacting. I only ask you to be patient because it might take me a while to gather the courage to send something to your inbox or talk to you.

D. I have. ZERO knowledge about medicine. Don’t expect me to go full force and try to be 100% accurate, because I won’t.

E. I practice reblog karma (send a meme to someone if I’m rebloging it from them). If you see something you’d like to reblog but have no intention in sending something yourself, then please reblog from the source.

IX. FINISH.

Thank you for taking the time to read this! As you might have noticed, there’s no password to send. Make sure to check the psa tag for any updates, or don’t hesitate to send an ask if there’s anything unclear! I do my best so as not to post too much OOC posts, but sometimes it just happens. If it's nothing important, then I'll erase it whenever I have the chance/remember.

Keanu Reeves vc: You’re all breathtaking!

#pinned post.#long post #❝ —talking nonsense ; ooc #❝ —off to new adventures ; queue #ooc.#queue.#[ this is a very long post btw ]

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tsundanire · 5 years ago

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INBOX TIME

Here it is folks: In between writing my current wip, I’m going to open my inbox for a very fun challenge. In my drafts, I have saved some reblogs of a few soulmate au lists. The challenge: I’m going to take these prompts at random and turn them into the most heartbreaking angst—if I can. And unless otherwise stated in your request.

What I want from you: Send me a random number, followed by either a pairing. I am going to be writing painful angst unless you specify otherwise in your request. Please note that writing straight up fluff is not my forte, but I can add fluff as an ending to the angst, if you’d prefer.

Word count: To make this extra challenging (and to make sure I don’t go crazy writing large ass drabbles that dissolve into 5k accidentally...) I’m going to limit each drabble to a maximum of 350 words (my current follower count)

The cutoff: Currently I don’t have an end date planned but for now let’s just say I’ll stop taking entries around the end of October”

That should about cover it~ I can’t wait to start writing these up, so please fill my inbox with all the things!! Please note, I’ll be working on these while I write up my current wip, which means I likely won’t be doing more than two or so a day. If you’ve sent one in and I haven’t replied to it yet? Please don’t panic!! I’ll get to all of them!

#drabble challenges #challenge time

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morningfears · 6 years ago

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Shotgun

Rating: PG-13

Summary: How about frat!sos and frat!luke having a soft spot for you. You’re partners for a business class when you mention, offhandedly, that you’ve always wanted to learn how to shotgun a beer (or some other frat boy thing) and he’s immediately on it, volunteering to teach you to hang out with you outside of class. Drunken comedy ensues? Or something else? 😉 up to you! (Ft. Drunken Twister!)

Word Count: 3k (unedited, meant to be a drabble; challenged myself to just write and not worry so, here you go)

“What are you watching?”

Luke’s voice is extremely close, a little too close, and you’re surprised to find him sitting in his chair beside you, an eyebrow raised and a small smile on his lips as he watches you jolt. Your hand catches in the cord of your earbuds, harshly pulling the little pieces of plastic from your ears, and you pout as you press pause.

“Jesus, fuck, Luke,” you huff as you reach up to rub your ear, “don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Didn’t sneak up on you. I said hello when I walked into the room,” he informs you as he pulls out his notebook and drops it onto the desk in front of him. “What is that guy doing?”

You glance at the screen of your laptop and roll your eyes when you see a still image of Steve Harrington shotgunning a beer. “You’re a frat boy, Hemmings. Shouldn’t you be well-versed in the art of shotgunning a beer by now?”

“I didn’t know you knew what shotgunning was,” he teases with a grin as he shifts a little closer and reaches for an earbud. When you raise an eyebrow at him, he shrugs. “Looks interesting,” he offers as an explanation before he reaches out and presses play himself.

The pair of you sit in silence for a long moment, you refreshing your memory of Stranger Things in preparation for season three and Luke realizing that he does, indeed, recognize a few parallels between himself and Steve (and you and Nancy, if he’s being honest), before you murmur, “I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Luke turns his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before he catches sight of Nancy attempting to shotgun her own beer and realizes what you mean. “I thought you didn’t like beer,” he hums, reaching out to pause the show as he focuses all his attention on you.

“I don’t,” you confirm with a shrug, “but it looks cool, you know? Very college.”

Luke hesitates, gauging the look on your face, before he nods. “I could teach you,” he offers, “we’re having a party tonight. Lots of beer for you to practice on and brothers to pass the beer off to if you really hate it.”

“You’re inviting me to a party at the Sigma house? Oh, you really know how to make a girl feel special, Hemmings,” you tease as you exit Netflix and begin to pull up the course homepage on your laptop.

“I try,” Luke grins as he follows your lead and opens his own laptop. “Seriously, though, you should come. You’ve never been to a party at the house. Come to think of it, I don’t think we’ve ever hung out outside of class.”

“We run in different circles, Luke,” you remind with a laugh as you glance around the room at the entering students.

Your statement isn’t wrong, both of you know that, but it still stings to hear you remind him of that fact. Luke is all to aware of the differences in your friend groups, all too aware of how the two of you occupy seemingly different planets, and it’s part of the reason he’s avoided asking you to hang out after class.

The pair of you have been partners for nearly three months, almost an entire semester, and he’s developed a bit of a soft spot for you in that time. He isn’t sure if it’s a crush, isn’t sure if he just likes you and remembers what it was like to be the reserved, quiet kid in the room, but, whatever it is, he wants to include you. He wants to hang out with you without your marketing professor breathing down the backs of your necks and you’ve just given him the perfect opportunity.

He knows that your comment isn’t meant to be rude, he knows that you only meant it to state the obvious, so he does his best to brush it off. “If you’re worried I’ll leave you alone, this is me giving you permission to follow me around like a lost puppy.”

“How kind of you,” you huff with a roll of your eyes as you watch the professor enter the classroom. “Who says I want to hang out with you? Maybe I’m just using you for your shotgunning skills. Maybe I’ve been playing the long game, getting to know you just to learn what I want and then go show off my cool new skills.”

“You’re smart, honey, but you’re not a devious mastermind,” Luke laughs as he nudges your shoulder. “You apologized to the table for bumping into it the other day. I’m pretty sure using someone is way out of your comfort zone.”

Luke grins as you nod in agreement. “Fine, you got me there. But please tell me this isn’t a paint party. I don’t have anything I can ruin and I don’t feel like going out to get a t-shirt and shorts just for them to end up stained.”

“Those are only for Halloween,” Luke informs you with a grin, “but I’ll be sure to invite you next year. Gives you plenty of time to prepare.”

Before you can respond, the professor calls the class to order and you’re forced to drop the conversation. Much to your surprise, Luke doesn’t attempt to speak to you during class. He’s quiet, scribbling notes in handwriting you still can’t read, and only brings up the party when the professor bids you all a good weekend.

“I’m on the first beer run of the night so I can stop by your place and pick you up,” Luke offers as the pair of you exit the classroom. “The party doesn’t start until ten but I could get you around nine? That way I can show you how without a massive crowd of people. Mostly just idiot brothers.”

“Wait, you’re serious? Luke, it’s okay. You don’t have to hang out with me outside of class. Or feel obligated to teach me some dumb skill just because you’re a frat boy who happens to know it. It’s fine, really,” you assure him as you step to the side of the door to let other students out.

“But I want to,” he assures you, his cheeks tinting pink, “I think it’ll be fun. And if you hate it, I can take you home or get someone else to take you home. We have designated sober brothers so, no matter what, you can get home when you want.”

You study him for a moment, taking in the hopeful look on his face and the pink tint to his cheeks. He’s serious, earnest, and it’s endearing. You want nothing more than to say yes to him so, after a moment’s hesitation, you do. You nod, tentative and slow, and Luke lights up. “Fuck yeah,” he cheers, a grin on his lips as he nods at you. “Cool. I’ll pick you up at nine, then. It’s casual so, feel free to wear whatever. You always look cute so I’m sure you’ll look great. See you tonight, honey!”

You watch him retreat down the hallway, his lanky figure easily visible as he towers over other students, and you feel your eyebrows furrow in confusion. ‘Honey’ is new, Luke has never been one to call you by a nickname, but, if you’re being honest with yourself, it’s not unwelcome. It feels nice, hearing yourself be called something so sweet by someone like Luke, but you try not to dwell on it. He’s a flirt by nature, always with the teasing grins and cute lines, so you don’t put much stock in it. You imagine that that’s a go to of his, a cute nickname and a pretty smile, and suddenly the name honey isn’t so sweet anymore.

By the time nine rolls around, you’re half-convinced you shouldn’t be going. You’ve managed to talk yourself into going and right back out of it several times over, your logic running circles in your head as you paced your living room, and you almost texted Luke on four different occasions, each saved as a draft and edited as needed, but before you can press send, a knock sounds at your front door.

“Wow, you look great, honey,” Luke breathes as he catches sight of you. He’s used to seeing you in your class attire, usually consisting of jeans and an old t-shirt as you work afternoons, volunteering in various places that require you to get a little dirty, so to see you all dressed up is a sight that nearly knocks Luke off his feet. “You always do,” he quickly adds, completely missing the amused look on your face, “but, wow. You look great.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Hemmings,” you laugh as you close your door and lock it behind you. “No t-shirt for either of us. Who are we becoming?”

“Adults?” Luke questions before he offers an over-exaggerated shudder. “We should get to the house. I hear shotgunning beer with frat boys is a great way to fight aging.”

True to his earlier statement, the house is filled with mostly brothers. There are a few sorority girls, girlfriends of brothers or sisters who drew the short straw and were brought in to help set up, but the house is nowhere near as packed as you imagined it would be.

“The party starts at ten but most people don’t get here until eleven,” Luke informs you as he places the last case of beer on the kitchen island. “Everyone likes to pre-game and be fashionably late,” he hums as he grabs two cans and a small metal object. “Follow me, we’ll try it in the backyard.”

The pair of you weave your way through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone, before you emerge into the mostly empty backyard. Four brothers linger about, two of them setting up cups at the beer pong table while the other two fill trashcans with bags, and none of them pay you any mind as Luke gestures for you to join him in the grass.

“Here you go,” he mumbles as he hands you a beer before he pulls the metal object out of his pocket. “Okay, so it’s pretty easy. Poke a hole in the side of the can near the bottom, pop the top, and chug. Be careful, it’ll probably get everywhere. It starts to pour out when you put a hole in it.” Luke makes sure that you’re watching before he takes the sharp end of the metal object and pokes a hole in the side of his can, near the bottom. Just as he described, beer comes gushing out of the hole but he’s quick to bring it to his mouth and pop the top. You watch, your eyes glued to the smooth expanse of his throat and the sliver of exposed skin of his chest, as he chugs the beer. A bit dribbles down his chin and he’s quick to wipe it away as soon as he finishes chugging his beer.

He grimaces, a frown on his lips, before he shakes his head and offers you the small metal object. “You sure you want to do that, honey?” he questions, not condescending, just curious. When you nod, he shrugs. “Alright. Be careful, don’t hurt yourself,” he warns but you pay him no mind as you poke a hole into the can, a little too high, and pop the top to chug the beer.

Luke is staring at you, mildly impressed by your ability to chug something you so clearly hate, and he claps in delight as you shake your head. “Fuck, beer is gross,” you gasp as soon as you’ve finished chugging. “But that was so fun!”

“Yeah?” Luke laughs as he takes your can and tosses it into the garbage can nearest him. “We may make a party girl out of you yet, honey,” he teases as he nods toward the house. “You want to try again or do you want to just get something you’ll actually enjoy drinking?”

“I know I’m going to regret this in the morning, but do you have any vodka?”

As it turns out, you didn’t have to wait until the morning to regret your decision.

You can feel the effects of the alcohol hitting you fairly hard far quicker than you imagined. The combination of chugging a beer and downing shots of tequila with Luke and Calum before sipping on a vodka cocktail made by Ashton (whose definition of a cocktail is vodka with a capful of pineapple juice) has you stumbling over words and giggling at practically everything as you navigate the increasingly crowded party.

Despite his earlier joke that he would allow you to follow him around like a lost puppy, it’s Luke who follows you around. He spends the night glued to your side, first only touching you when necessary before the alcohol lowered his inhibitions and emboldened him. He’s currently got his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, as the pair of you listen to Ashton share a story about his pledge class. You’re not sure what he’s saying, you haven’t really been listening at all, and your focus only continues to wane as Luke presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“We should play Twister,” Michael recommends, his words slow and eyes heavy. “I want to call it.”

“We have a board in the game room,” Ashton nods before he chugs the rest of his drink. “I’ll grab it. To the backyard!”

You don’t want to move, you’re perfectly content in your space beside the wall with Luke draped over you, but Calum and Michael insist on the two of you joining the fun. They each grab an arm, tugging you along, and Luke has no choice but to follow. The backyard is livelier than before, more people playing beer pong or sitting on the patio to talk without having to shout over the music, but it’s still far less crowded than the inside of the house.

When Ashton appears with the Twister box, a fresh cocktail in hand, you can’t imagine the night will end well. You can’t imagine that anything good will come of this but your alcohol altered brain is too far gone for you to recognize that you should walk away from the situation. So, you allow them to pry Luke away from you and take the first turn.

“Left foot blue,” Michael calls, squinting at the spinner in his hands. “Luke, you can go next so stop fucking pouting,” he huffs before he spins and calls, “Right hand yellow.”

Luke is, to no one’s surprise, eager to place his hand on the yellow mark right beside you. He grins up at you, his cheeks flushed with the alcohol, before he leans his head against your leg as the pair of watch Ashton and Calum take their turns.

The four of you attract a crowd, onlookers impressed with your agility for just how drunk the four of you are, and you’re surprised yourself. You’re settled into a backbend, your hands on either side of Calum’s as Ashton is stretched over you. Luke’s head is beside yours, his eyes trained on your face as you wait for Michael to call Calum’s next move.

“Right hand green,” Michael calls and when you see the green dot, you know that this is going to be the last move of the game. You know that Calum is about to knock the four of you down, to send you all collapsing into a pile on the ground, but before your body can catch up with your brain, Calum moves.

Ashton collapses onto you and sends Luke falling to the ground, too. Ashton’s elbow presses into your side as his face smashes into Luke’s ribs and Calum’s hand smacks your forehead. The four of you collapse into a heap, all of you groaning, and you remain like that for a long moment as the audience laughs. It takes a second for someone sober enough to realize you need help to actually help you all but, after a few agonizing moments of having the air knocked out of you, Ashton is pulled off you and you’re helped to your feet.

“That was fun,” Michael nods, his eyes bleary with sleep as he pats the spinner, “good game. Good night.”

You watch, mildly amused and somewhat concerned, as Michael leans against the wall of the house and closes his eyes. You turn to Luke, who is already reattaching himself to you, and he shrugs. “He does that,” he nods, “it’s fine.”

“I should go home,” you nod as you watch him for a moment longer, “gonna feel terrible in the morning.”

“Stay,” Luke hums, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “Feel terrible with me.”

“But sleep,” you mumble, hands patting Luke’s as they rest around your waist. “Clothes. Tired.”

“I have clothes and a bed,” Luke mumbles, finally lifting his head to look at you. “Sleep with me. In my bed, in my clothes. Please, honey,” he mumbles, when he notices you look like you’re going to hesitate. “Just tonight. We’re drunk and tired. Just sleep, promise.”

“Just sleep?”

“Yeah,” Luke nods, “just sleep. ‘M tired, too.”

Though this wasn’t how you pictured your night, passed out in Luke’s bed wearing his t-shirt and a pair of boxers as shorts, you find yourself happy with how the night turned out. Luke doesn’t try anything, though he does cling to you, but you enjoy it. You like lying with him, warm in his bed, and you think that you could get used to this.

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Author’s Note: That was a fun challenge. Feel free to send me things and let me see if I can just write something quick and fun just to write.

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mandelene · 6 years ago

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Oh! A prompt if you want it! What abouuuuut Francis and Arthur taking the kids to the store so they can write Christmas lists but one of the boys goes rogue and they lose them in the toy store! Every parent’s worst nightmare!

(This prompt has been sitting in my inbox since I wrote my last wave of drabbles, but I told myself I would eventually get back to it. And 4 AM is as good a time as any to work on it. Enjoy!)

A Christmas Surprise

Word Count: 972

“I want a new baseball, and a scooter, and Mario Party for my Nintendo Switch, and Hot Wheels, and --”

“Alfred,” Papa interrupts him, setting a firm hand on his left shoulder and forcing him to take a breath. “I don’t think Santa Claus will be able to carry so many presents all by himself.”

“Sure, he can! That’s what he’s got his reindeer for and a big red sack to carry all of the heavy toys in,” Alfred clarifies, clearly more educated on this topic than his parents are. Santa is magical -- there’s nothing he can’t do. He can make a bike fit through the chimney with ease!

From beside Papa, Dad lets out a heavy sigh and says, “But Santa Claus certainly can’t afford all of these gifts. He needs to save his resources for the other children in the world as well.”

“Santa doesn’t spend any money on toys -- his elves make them in the workshop in the North Pole.”

“But he has to buy the parts required to put the toys together,” Dad continues.

Honestly, does Alfred always have to explain everything? Adults can be so clueless. They’ve been on Earth much longer than he has -- they should know how things work by now.

“That’s right,” Papa readily agrees with Dad, rubbing the stubble on his chin in thought. “So, why don’t you pick two toys instead?”

Alfred instantly deflates. His shoulders slump forward, his arms droop, and he whines, “But it’s Christmas. You’re suppose’ta get lots of presents.”

“Supposed to,” Dad corrects without hesitation. “Enough of this -- pick two toys to go on your Christmas list and let’s get a move on. It’s nearly time for dinner.”

“Can we get McDonald’s?” Alfred asks, even though he knows what Dad’s answer will be.

“No. There’s dinner at home...Hurry, now. No more whinging.”

It’s cruel -- what did Alfred do to deserve this? He’s been extra good this year, in his opinion, and there’s no reason Santa should be rationing gifts. He’s supposed to bring joy to all children, but right now, all Alfred feels is the sting of sorrow...and a bit of envy.

“Where’s Mathieu?” Papa suddenly says, alarmed. He spins around on his heel, looks down both ends of the long aisle of toys, and pales.

“He was just here. He was standing right next to me a few minutes ago,” Dad says, eyes widening. “Matthew!”

“Mathieu!”

Dad rushes to one end of the department store while Papa seizes Alfred by the hand and runs with him to the other.

“You guys lost Mattie again,” Alfred notes, but Papa ignores him as he frantically pokes his head around every corner, searching with greater fervor each passing second. Alfred can feel Papa’s hand growing sweaty in his own.

Dad must have made it to the store’s security because a moment later, an announcement comes on over the intercom system. A man with a deep, hoarse voice grumbles, “Attention shoppers -- if anyone sees a three-foot seven child with blond hair and a toy bear, please escort him to the front of the store. His name is Matthew. Last seen in aisle seven. His parents are looking for him. Thank you.”

Alfred shakes his hand out of Papa’s clammy grasp and wipes it against his jeans in disgust. “He’s probably just looking at clothes or something.”

And sure enough, after several more panicked minutes, Matthew emerges from aisle 15 -- the apparel and watch aisle -- carrying a small notebook in which he’s been drafting his letter to Santa.

He finds his way to the check-out registers, and Dad grabs him with both arms and hugs him tightly. “Matthew Bonnefoy-Kirkland, what possessed you to wander off on your own and worry us to no end?”

Realizing he’s caused quite a scene and upset his parents, Matthew bursts into tears, apologizes, and feebly explains, “I didn’t want to bother anyone...You were all talking...”

“You are not allowed to walk away without telling us. What if a stranger found you and tried to kidnap you? You are to stay right by our side at all times, understand?”

“I’m sorry,” Mathew sobs softly, and Dad and Papa stop being so angry with him and start rubbing his back, trying to console him.

“My heart just about stopped,” Papa says, visibly calmer than he was a few moments ago.

Matthew dries his cheeks with the sleeve of his coat and mumbles, “I won’t get any presents this year, since I made you worry?”

“Santa has a very forgiving nature, I’m sure he will still bring you your presents,” Papa assures before lifting Matthew into his arms and placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Just don’t ever, ever, scare us again.”

Matthew nods and buries his head in Papa’s scarf, sniffling.

“I wanted it to be a surprise...I wrote to Santa what I want him to bring you and Dad for Christmas.”

There’s a brief silence as Dad and Papa take a second to let this information sink in.

“Mathieu, you don’t have to ask Santa to get us anything for Christmas. We’ll manage,” Papa says, petting the back of his head. “Besides, your father and I already sent out our letters to Santa, so it’s all right.”

“Really?”

“Oui, really. Your father knows he’s on the naughty list and is getting coal, so he needn’t have bothered.”

“Oi!” Dad cuts in, crossing his arms while Papa smiles at him in a funny kind of way.

“Now, let’s help you boys finish those lists. We can’t keep Santa waiting any longer -- he has many letters to sort through.”

Just like that, everything is okay again.

Alfred goes back to admiring an action figure he’s had his eyes on.

He can always add some extra items to his and Matthew’s lists when Dad and Papa aren’t looking.

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catsitta · 5 years ago

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Handle With Care - Post Mortem

When I first started writing Handle with Care, it was going to be 100 chapters long and there were a few key differences in the plot. These changes occurred generally slowly as I gained a better understanding of my world and characters, while some shifted dramatically due to my feeling they were thematically inappropriate for the story I wanted to tell. So with the conclusion of the main fic and its various continuations, I decided to detail a little more in how I approached a 100 word daily drabble fic, and why certain events occurred or why certain characters played certain roles. This post is mostly for the folks out there who like all the nitpicky background information that goes around in the author’s head while writing.

100 WORDS A DAY

In choosing to write 100 words a day, I gave myself both a goal and a challenge. 100 words is often little more than a paragraph. Maybe two. I often found myself writing on my commute into work or during lunch on my phone, because while 1000 might feel overwhelming, 100 is not. Right? Yet some days I found just enough time to type up 100 words between work and other commitments (October was interesting, since I did Inktober and well as Promptober, on top of my usual working schedule). But the most challenging part was not writing 100 words. Writing 100 words was easy. Writing ONLY 100 words was where things became tricky.

In my original intentions for this fic, scenes were not supposed to span over multiple chapters. Each drabble was to be a self contained snapshot of time. But as the story became more emotionally centered, I shifted away from that idea and focused more on making each drabble exist as a chapter. Chapters can have cliffhangers. But they need to communicate a thought. An idea. A feeling. With 100 words a day, my objective became: Progress the story in a meaningful way or communicate some important information to the audience. With 100 words, there was often little room for getting lost in details.

Now one my ask again, why 100?

100 is the number of words in the definition of a drabble. 100, again, is an easy minimum to reach. But when you are used to writing 2-3k word chapters, flexibility is minimal and you have to decide what needs to be said, and what you were saying to fill space. And I found it a wonderful learning experience and valuable exercise as a writer. I’ve attempted to start drabble fics in the past, but rarely did they ever get past a couple chapters before I would get frustrated by the limitations. Because let’s be honest. Writing a 25,000 word story, 100 words at a time, is a test of one’s patience as much as anything else.

THE STORY

Handle with Care was originally supposed to be pure romantic comedy with just a splash of darker undertones in the background for color. But as much as I love fluffy comedies, as I wrote, there were conflicts that I didn’t feel should be glossed over. As some of my long term readers and commenters will know, I’m terribly fond of bitter with my sweet. Angst with my fluff. The bad things in life make the good all the brighter. And conflict drives a story forward.

So what changed?

There were many different variations on how Sans ended up raising Papyrus alone. Some took our overbearing science dad, Gaster, and outright cast him in the role of a villain as opposed to a mid story antagonist. Straight into, why aren’t you in jail, territory. Others barely featured Gaster at all, as he was disconnected from Sans after his son didn’t end up pursuing a ‘productive’ career in the sciences. There were even a couple considered drafts where Papyrus and Edge did have another parent and the reason Sans was distrusting and cagey was because of a broken Soulbond. (And for those of you who were Web/Sans theorists, well, there was a version where you weren’t wrong! Sans started an affair off with Web after the LOADs began as a sort of ‘regain control of his life’ thing.)

What may interest folks is that the story was originally not supposed to end with a wedding and a house in the planning. The happy ending was going to be less sugar and more height of the moment drama. Around the time Frisk intimidates Red into silence, she was going to instead start him on the path to discovering answers. No confessions from Sans. No journals. Instead Red goes on the hunt for clues and gets fragments of the story from different people, especially Gaster and Frisk. It was all quite emotional, but the pacing felt off, and I felt it would be more rewarding if Sans grew as a character and he was the one to confess all his secrets.

Another altered thread was Red being only Web’s son. Early, early on, Red was the product of Web and some other monster. I even considered that monster having died in birth with Edge. But I scrapped that quickly, and decided that instead, Edge was Pap’s twin, and that the grim mood Web was in, was because of what he saw as well as what he remembered from past timelines. He almost watched his friend and coworker dust in his arms. Properly traumatic, eh?

There is a completely cut scene that I may write in the spin off that goes more into detail about Red’s similarities to Gaster, and Sans’ to Web, and how people often choose partners that are like their parental figures. You may ask. Wait. What do you mean? Well, Webdings didn’t smoke. He drank. Red, despite having dabbled with the stuff, is never shown to drink recreationally or get drunk in the fic, for more reasons than being underage to do so. However, it is very lightly implied that Sans’ coping method of choice is alcohol, though Red quickly quashes this habit after the drunkenness incident. Now, who else smokes? Gaster. Sans doesn’t like that Red smokes (for obvious reasons it reminds him of his father and Red does try to quit in the fic, though ends up falling back on it when stressed.) There are other similarities if you look close. It’s one of the reasons that Gaster and Red don’t get along. They’re both strong personalities, and can be pretty quick to pass judgement on someone.

THE CHARACTERS

As many folks picked up on, Handle with Care, has multiple meanings. It is a moving pun based on the CAUTION: FRAGILE | Handle with Care, labels on the sides of some boxes. It is also one of the main themes of the fic itself. Everyone in the story is a person with their own pasts and pains, which makes them fragile in different ways. And some of them even represent different types of relationships and people we encounter in our lives.

Red - Our protagonist. He’s a young man picking up the pieces of his life after his father’s apparent suicide, left to raise his baby brother when he was only sixteen. He’s the child of an alcoholic and forced to take on an adult role too young. As a result, he has a few unhealthy coping mechanisms, struggles with his temper and his sense of self worth. But he’s the one that got out. That put his life on the straight-and-narrow.

Sans - The love interest. Grew up young from the sheer expectations in his life. He was never without, but when the LOADs happened, he cracked under a lifetime’s worth of pressure. He broke down. Stopped trusting anyone, including himself. And very likely only kept himself from Falling because of Papyrus. Much of his struggles is based on the single mothers who would say that their child is what saved them or got them through those darkest time by just existing. He is also the individual who was groomed for success that ended up with absoluting no proper coping skills because of his rigid upbringing.

Papyrus - The optimist. He stays positive through everything. Everything and everyone can do better, and he sees the best in all situations. But he also has a responsible streak with an urge to organize everything (clean/cook/no desserts before dinner). His relationship with Sans could have very well ended up problematic, with Paps taking on a parental role for his parent early on in his life.

Edge - The pessimist. Edge is the other side of the coin from Papyrus. While his world view is often just as rigid, he is emotional. While it is implied he was always a fussy baby, he’s very sensitive to change, and shows that children are capable of picking up on things that the adults in their lives try to hide. His abandonment issues run deep, and will cause him to lash out until he is older and learns better self control and comes to terms with his father’s death. It is not uncommon for children of single parent homes to become resentful, if not at their present parent, but at the one that is gone. It is difficult for Edge to separate his father’s death, and Red’s fights with Sans, away from himself, and his self-centric view of the world.

Gaster - The (sympathetic?) antagonist. There are points where you love to hate him, and other times, you have to step back. He’s the authoritarian parent that dictated most of his child’s life up until that child literally vanished and became a hermit for a while. It isn’t through callousness or unkindness that he acts this way, but in what he believes is the opposite. He struggles with emotions, especially showing them, an example of how often older generations, especially males, often don’t/can’t/won’t show emotional vulnerability. He wants the best for Sans and those he cares about, even if he often fails to show it properly.

Web - The dead dad. Red’s relationship with Web is complicated. He remembers when Web was a brilliant man, even if not the most fatherly of fathers. But he also laid witness to his fall from grace as well, his drinking habit the most evident. His role is ambiguous much of the story, though he’s left behind hole. His death is the catalyst to a number of the story’s events, and Red’s struggle with him in death is to show the complicated feelings people may have when they lose a loved one who may have not been the best person. Sans’ relationship with him was more to highlight how far he’d actually fallen in the end from where he used to be.

Toriel - The mother. She is a maternal presence in many character’s lives. Her mothering is revealed to be related to her inability to conceive a child. Infertility is a common problem for women. She goes on to foster, babysit and even adopt after Asriel is born. She also an example of the powerful bonds we form with others and how sometimes families are found. Toriel was as much of a mother to Sans as she was Asriel.

The Fallen Humans - The catalyst. If Frisk didn’t exist, there wouldn’t be a story. After all, she was the child that climbed the mountain, starting the events of Undertale. Frisk and Chara both are implied to have troubled pasts, which lead them to being vulnerable to that idea of absolute power corrupts absolutely. The meddle. They are often selfish and don’t consider the consequences of their actions, and when they do, there is a sense of it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters when you can manipulate reality itself. But where Frisk possess a sense of guilt for what happened with Sans, Chara does not, and even outright tells Red that he is willing to do anything to accomplish his goals (even if that means hurting everyone else). Kris is a ‘dreamer’, and while he has more control over tweaking the events that play out, he is far less calloused by RESETS and LOADS. He just wants to be close to his brother Asriel, as well as help his ‘siblings’ find a sense of belonging.

Undyne - The Protagonist’s parallel. A child of divorce, which for monsters often leads to trauma and death, she is left to be raised by Gerson. She’s angry, resentful and prone to get in fights. Red often compares her to Edge, but can also empathise deeply with her troubles. At fourteen she is old enough to understand the reality of the situation, but also young enough to be deeply affected by the changes. Given the rarity of divorce, it is implied that her home life was unstable before the events of the story. Red tries to help her as he never got help himself.

Asriel - The miracle child. Mostly a background character. Asriel’s main connections are to Kris and the Dreemurs. He was the child that a couple struggling with fertility finally conceived. His being born, however, resulted Gaster creating Red for Webdings.

Asgore - The powerful person. Gaster and Toriel both have names that are impactful in the community, but Asgore is the founder of Dreemur Medical and Biotech. He was the King of Monsters. Despite his passive role, he influences many of the character’s choices and actions but simply EXISTING as a person of importance. Gaster tries to literally create viable monster cloning/fertility enhancement methods for him which lead to Sans and Red being born. His inviting Web to work with determination led to the creation of the Machine.

Gerson - The substitute parent. His main role in the story is as a family friend of Undyne’s and in the end, her new parental figure. She resents him and he takes care of her. He cannot replace what she’s lost, but he tries to provide her a future. A hard role to fill in a child’s life.

Grillby - The old friend. Grillby plays are far more subtle part. He’s survived a broken Soulbond, he’s friends with Sans, and through every up-and-down, he’s remained open to Sans when he comes back around. Sometimes as children we form friendships with adults that are just as strong as those we form with our peers. This is true for Sans.

There are a few more characters that show up mostly for color and world building but don’t play a significant part in pushing the themes of the story.

CONCLUSION

Would I do this again? Yes. I am planning on continuing the 100 word trend in the Pre-Sequel This Way Up. It may be truer to the spirit of drabbles since we will have a lot more ground to cover since it will be telling Sans’ history. We’ll get to learn more about Gaster, Webdings, the Dreemurs, Grillby and the Fallen Humans. And for those of you who want to know more about the HwC boys as they are? Moving Day will fill in the blanks. And I also promised a sequel. Bubblewrap Blues will take place significantly in the future and center around a certain aptly named skeleton and the edgy boy that likes to get coffee in his cafe.

I’m pleased with how the story turned out.

I never expected the reaction and the feedback. To those of you who commented and kudosed. Thank you. And to those who quite literally followed me from the start, reading and commenting near every day if not every day? You’re extra amazing. Thank you. Thank you so much.

#Handle with care #Undertale #fanfic #post mortem #kustard #textpost #babybones #daily drabble #100 word drabbles #personal challenge #finished #finished fanfic

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95spacegaes · 6 years ago

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3:59 AM

Below, you’ll find the last published draft of a drabble I dedicated to a very dear friend of mine. I’m putting it here, because I want to remove it from my AO3 works. There are a lot of reasons behind that, but the primary motivation is that I want to do better with this piece, and the emotions behind it. I don’t know that I’ll be re-writing it, but I’ll be moving on from it.

Still. I don’t want to c o m p l e t e l y erase this.

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3:59 AM by feihart (me) for YenIsDeadIamHerGhost Published: 2017-06-11 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11167020

Summary

“jungkook, i just need you to stay up for twenty-seven more minutes.”

taehyung squeezed jungkook’s torso when he didn’t say anything, and jungkook released another low whine. “what’s happening in twenty-seven minutes?”

“four o’clock.”

Author’s Note

my soulmate, taehyung wrote a song to the moon, and i thought i’d finally finish writing my ode to your selfies.

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네시 /rm&v

ulay, oh how i became the bomb

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3:59 AM

jungkook would consider himself a night owl. he went to bed late, and slept even later. his mom could still find him up at all hours of the night, doing whatever it was he did, though she was pretty convinced he didn’t stay up late to study. she was right about that. jungkook usually gave himself until midnight to do school work before he got too frustrated, and then fooled around on his phone until sleep crept up on him and he succumbed.

some nights, he made it his personal mission to stay awake as long as he could, fighting the sleep hanging heavy on his body so he could read a little longer, or talk to his friends a while more. without the blue light filter on his phone screen, he was pretty good at keeping himself awake, but jungkook noticed, as he got older, that he’d often cap some time after one a.m. he could be talking to jimin one minute, and typing in all caps to taehyung in the same minute, but he could very well have fallen into deep slumber between messages without having hit send. It was an incredible feat, really.

“kook. kookie, don’t fall asleep yet.”

it was late, but late enough for it to still be early for taehyung. between the two of them, taehyung was the real night owl, most nights staying up until five or six a.m., and still managing to be an early bird, energetic and fine without a sip of coffee in the morning. jungkook really thought it was unfair when he could barely roll himself out of bed.

the two of them were pressed side-by-side on taehyung’s bed, covered by a fluffy blanket, and surrounded by a small galaxy. taehyung had taken out the star projector he’d found on campus, and decided to bring home, because, as he predicted, no one from the architecture program knew it was missing. it was his, and jungkook didn’t remark that it was stolen to save himself from the intense pout taehyung would direct his way.

“‘m not ‘sleep, just resting,” he mumbled back, his eyes falling closed again.

it was past three o’clock in the morning, way beyond his cap, and jungkook was finding it more and more difficult to stop his eyelids from drooping. taehyung snorted next to him while he nudged him with his elbow. jungkook’s eyes flew open, then started closing again.

“dude, you were talking and started snoozing mid-sentence.”

“oh,” he said quietly. he didn’t remember what they were talking about.

he didn’t say anything else, probably falling asleep again, and taehyung laughed. jungkook was resting his head on his shoulder and he could feel his whole body shake. he whined lowly. he was so tired . “aren’t you tired?”

“no, not really.”

“i hate you.”

“you mean you envy me,” he said, and jungkook could hear the grin in his voice.

when taehyung moved to wrap his arms around jungkook, the stars shifted with him. jungkook opened his eyes enough to assess their new position and wrap his arms around taehyung, too. He was especially affectionate when he was sleepy. “jungkook, i just need you to stay up for twenty-seven more minutes.”

taehyung squeezed jungkook’s torso when he didn’t say anything, and jungkook released another low whine. “what’s happening in twenty-seven minutes?”

“four o’clock.”

jungkook didn’t get it, and when he whispered to taehyung as much, he could feel the warm breath of his laugh against his cheek. little blue, green and gold stars were projected on jungkook’s sleepy face, and taehyung kissed one right by his eye.

“it’s my favourite time of the day,” taehyung went on, before jungkook whined that it was night, and they should be asleep, and why wasn’t his favourite time of the day at four in the afternoon instead. “i want you to see it.”

“what’s there to see at four a.m.”

the curtains were drawn, so it was dark in the room save for the light of the projector. but that was disappearing too, behind jungkook’s closing eyelids.

“jungkookiiiiiiiie.”

taehyung squeezed him again, and moved his arm to poke at his side. jungkook’s eyes flew open again and he tried squirming away. he was terribly sensitive and ticklish, and taehyung knew that. “stop, stop.”

“shh. you’ll wake up my parents,” taehyung warned, but he sounded far too amused. jungkook batted his hands away and slipped his own hand into one of taehyung’s, to prevent further attacks. taehyung squeezed his hand and squished his cheek against his shoulder with a giggle. jungkook melted, turning his head to press a kiss to the top of taehyung’s head. well, he was a little more awake now, thanks to his hyung’s roughhousing.

“cute.”

taehyung buried his face in jungkook’s shoulder. “shut up,” he muttered, with no bite at all, embarrassed. jungkook thought taehyung was so funny, able to complement his friends and shower them with compliments, but he couldn’t handle it when anybody called him cute . and he was the cutest.

jungkook laughed. “cute, cute, cute,” he whispered, punctuating each word with a peck. taehyung lifted his head to look at him on the last one, and jungkook pressed his lips to his softly. taehyung grinned, forgetting to be embarrassed, and laid his head on jungkook’s shoulder again. “did you wake me up so i could keep you entertained?"

“no,” taehyung sang quietly, squeezing his hand. “i thought you said you were just resting. ”

“don’t tease me. i’m tired. ”

taehyung laughed again, squeezed his hand again. he followed the patterns of the stars projected onto jungkook’s hand with his other one.

“so what’s really happening at four a.m.?” jungkook asked again, leaning his head back against the window.

“a moment of serenity,” Taehyung said sagely, jerking his head with small, sure movements against jungkook’s shoulder.

“it was pretty serene when you let me rest,” jungkook joked, and taehyung brought their hands up to his mouth so he could pinch jungkook’s skin lightly between his lips. jungkook barely felt it, but he said anyway, “ow.” taehyung giggled. “don’t hurt me like this.”

“you’re fine,” taehyung said, running the pad of his thumb over the offended area in soothing circles.

“are we seeing the sunrise?” jungkook asked, letting taehyung play with his hand.

“no, kookie,” taehyung responded with a low laugh. It sounded a little slow, tired, and jungkook thought if taehyung falls asleep before four, he’s going to be a little bit salty. “the sun doesn’t rise until, like, well past five a.m. but the moon should be setting around this time.”

“doesn’t that mean the sun is rising, then?”

taehyung chuckled. “she’s in the process of setting,” he said, “so we won’t see daylight just yet.”

“okay,” jungkook said to that, yawning.

taehyung picked up his phone next to him carefully, not wanting to unplug it from the charger carelessly, and woke it up to check the time. It was nearing four o’clock.

“jungkookie, come here.”

taehyung dropped his phone and moved so that they could face the window, placing the star projector to sit next to his phone, expecting the whine his friend released for being forced to shift. taehyung shushed him and let him rest his head in his lap, while he drew the curtains back as much as he could. the blue light of the moon filtered into the room. only the green and gold stars were left clearly projected on jungkook’s closed eyelids.

taehyung smiled down at him sleepily and pulled his earphones toward them. he inserted one in his own ear, then in jungkook’s, and picked up his phone to let the slow tunes of u lay, oh play between them.

“i like this song,” jungkook uttered huskily. He could almost feel taehyung smile above him. taehyung ran his fingers through his hair soothingly, and jungkook briefly conceded, as he was falling asleep again, that this was the most serene he’d ever been.

“do you want to hear about my favourite time of the day before it comes?” taehyung said after a while, over the music, effectively pulling jungkook out of the lightest cycle of sleep again. jungkook hummed a moment later.

taehyung kept running his hands through jungkook’s hair as he spoke. “i was talking to namjoon hyung about poetic moments, serene moments,” he started softly, voice low. “and you know, i stay up pretty late, so i get to have a lot of those. but i told him the most poetic moment was at dawn.”

jungkook hummed again when taehyung didn’t say anything for a moment, to let him know he was paying attention.

“there’s something about four a.m., some type of feeling. an ambiguous, blue-ish kind of feeling. you know what i mean?”

a small smile stretched jungkook’s lips. taehyung’s description was vague as hell, but he actually thought he got it. “yeah, i think so.”

“you know, sometimes i go out to meet jimin at the park behind our houses at this time. i sit on the big kids’ swing and look up at the moon for a while. yhat blue-ish feeling? that’s when i feel it most.”

jungkook hummed again. taehyung checked the time again.

“namjoon hyung and i gave that feeling a name.”

“a moment of serenity?” jungkook guessed, and taehyung laughed softly, pushing his hair back and leaning down to press a kiss to jungkook’s forehead.

“no,” he said, “we called it that ambiguous, blue-ish feeling, because we’d all get it.”

jungkook laughed sleepily, and taehyung grinned down at him. “makes sense.”

“hey, kookie,” taehyung said just a moment later. “open your eyes for a sec.”

with a little effort, jungkook opened his eyes. he was gazing up at the moon, bright against the night sky, and only just noticed that the music had stopped playing.

it was quiet. serene. the two of them against a blue backdrop. and for some reason, jungkook was really overwhelmed.

“hyung?”

“yeah?”

“i think i really do get it.”

he turned his head and saw taehyung smiling down at him widely. “we can go to sleep, now, kookie.”

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#drabble #bts drabble #bts fanfic #bangtan #bangtansonyeondan #taekook #taehyung #kim taehyung #jungkook #jeon jungkook

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margridarnauds · 6 years ago

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A, F, G, M, S, T, V

THANKS AVERY.

A. If you could rec a piece of music to accompany one of your fics, what would you pick? Why?

Yakety Sax for Goosefic.

Alright, seriously? It’s totally not like I have a playlist or something stored anywhere, because that would be insane, right?

Illuminated by Hurts - Ah, Ça Ira. “Time waits for no one/So do you want to waste some time/Oh, oh, oh, oh/Tonight?” AKA “Ronan realizing that he might not make it back the next day and trying to get Laz to come to bed and reconcile with him, not necessarily because he wants to SLEEP with him, but because he wants his boyfriend there with him. “Swim with your sorrows/And try delusion for a while/It’s such a beautiful lie” Lazare frantically scribbling out his justifications on the paper, even though he has to KNOW that Artois’ going to abandon him and it’s going to be worthless. “Suddenly my eyes are open/Everything comes into focus/Blinding” GENERALLY I get Laz vibes from this line, with him gradually realizing how important Ronan is to him and that some part of him WANTS the new world that Ronan was, but the last few lines also work for Ronan’s (unstated, in-text, but there in canon) decision to charge in front of du Puget, realizing that he HAS to save Olympe from being orphaned like he was.

Either Dream of Sky (Dancing Line OST) or Forbidden Friendship (HTTYD OST) - Le Cri. Both of them have that sort of tentative, new feeling where things start out so soft and with that kind of innocence but as time goes on, it becomes so much MORE.

I’ve Seen Hell (North and South OST)/Ashes (Celine Dion) - Pour la Peine. I’ve Seen Hell is one of my go-to Period Drama songs, but I LOVE how it has that bleak feel while also not being COMPLETELY bleak and miserable, there’s that idea of PUSHING through in spite of it. And Ashes also kind of has a similar vibe, as far as openly asking how...there can be any GOOD after that kind of devastating tragedy (even though a part of me will always seen Ryan Reynolds doing interpretive dancing to it, tbh). Ashes is much more...RELIGIOUS in bent than Solène generally goes with, but I think it WORKS as far as that general feeling of despair and abandonment that she starts off with “Every word shot down in flames/What’s left to do/With these broken pieces on the floor?/I’m losing my voice/Calling on you”

Wicked Game - Personally, I favor it for A Pressing Matter, though it really works for Peyronan in general. “What a wicked game/To make me feel this way/What a wicked thing to do/To make me dream of you” AKA “Peyrol’s ENTIRE thought process when he realizes that, against his own judgement, he’s gotten attached to Ronan and that that’s a MAJOR weakness.

F. What stories are you planning for the future?

I have. So many WIPS that I’m DYING to release soon. One is very obviously the Fairy Tale AU, which I’m very pumped about. There’s the one that’s just called “Madame Roland is a Lesbian” that I’m excited for. At some point, I’m going to have to expand the Abomination and the Verse it encompasses, stretching from where we start off in the Beauce in 1777 to at LEAST the early 19th century, possibly into the 1840s.

Between the Waves is going to get a LOT more added to its Verse, hopefully. I already have at least two WIPS that are partially finished and give a little bit more context to things that are happening in the next few chapters, one from Olympe’s perspective on the pre-canon events that stretches to the post, one from Artois’ on some of the events of PLP, and I either have an Afterlife AU, a Reincarnation AU, or both to wrap it up, possibly with us ending up where we began. (No, not on Marat’s printing press.) I’ve also toyed with fleshing out a little more about how Peyronan got to where we see them in A Pressing Matter, to round out the series. Either way, though, I do intend for this to end up being a VERSE, not necessarily just one or two stand-alones. There’s a lot that’s...going to pop up here or there that I INTEND at least to expand on. I rarely like to leave things HANGING like that.

There’s also the Peasant Lazare AU which, even though it’s basically a laughing stock among my friends IRL at this point, is still very important to me and I’ve never fully given it up.

I’m definitely going to expand the Ripples in the Rockpool Verse, HOPEFULLY dipping more into the historical events that are happening around this time and a little more on how the OT3 ended up where they get to be in Back on the Shore.

There’s a Vampire AU that I’ve been toying with back and forth, and I STILL haven’t given up on The Zombie Apocalypse AU, though I’d like to focus on that one more when I have a fewer WIP count and I can more thoroughly outline it. Also @lehetsz-kiraly and I have toyed around with a Superhero AU that I would 100% like to see get off the ground, and I also am totally planning on toying with the TN crossover as time goes on. I obviously have no idea....WHEN or HOW, but it’s somewhere nebulously on my To-Do list.

And, of course, the Disneyworld AU. One day, I will finish it.

G. Where do you think you grew the most this year?

Honestly, I think the drabble challenge was a GREAT opportunity to throw myself into a variety of things that I NEVER would have considered before. I’ve gone from EXCLUSIVELY writing 1789 and Irish Mythology stuff to really working with anything that really vibes with me, which has been VERY exciting. And, between Le Cri, A Pressing Matter, and Back on the Shore, I’ve gotten several things that I’ve been talking about and tossing around for YEARS on the page and out there in some form or another. I’m still going to stick around 1789, of course, that’s still my BABY, but I really got the chance to work with a lot of things I’d have never normally have thrown myself into and had the chance to toy with my style in a way that I normally wouldn’t.

M. Meta! Have any meta about a story you’re dying to throw out there?

Oh God, there’s ONE THING that I WANT to write the meta for but SPOILERS. That I don’t even know if it’s SPOILERS anymore. (I should honestly get into the habit of asking people “SO WHAT DO YOU THINK’S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW” like a thirteen year old who’s just uploaded their first Wattpad fic, but alas). But, since I’m working on PLP at the moment, have this:

No, she gets no sleep tonight, her eyes locked on the bayonets as they gleam in the moonlight. She lays and waits and thinks.

Several hours later, a shot rings out in the dark. All the demons of Hell break loose, the only thought on Solène’s mind being that of another night, another volley of shots.

They mean to massacre them all.

The Queen has changed the King’s mind again and they will all be killed.

Every part of her knows it, screaming in her mind as they make their way for the Queen’s quarters, all else, all other thoughts disappearing.

A panicked voice asks them what they think they’re doing and another voice, she doesn’t know if it’s hers or one of the women with her, replies, “We’ll cut off her head, rip out her heart, fry her liver, and that won’t be the end of it!”

They are done with this, done with the queen, and they will take whatever they can get.

They have endured too much pain at this point to just curl up and die.

This wasn’t a fight they wanted to begin, but if it was a fight they needed to survive the night, they could give it to them.

They could give and give and give as they had always done, all of their lives.

A few guardsmen try to stop them, but they disappear beneath the wave of bodies flooding the palace. One of them breaks free, runs and pounds on the door, his bloodied hand staining the expensive, gilt wood as it slams against it before he’s tossed aside. “Save the Queen!”

A door slams ahead of them as they reach the room, the room itself is deserted, except for one woman who rushes in front of them all.

“I am the Queen!”

Solène recognizes the voice even before she can see her in the light of the torches, still wearing the clothing that she’d worn the night before, and she freezes.

So, for this section, I ripped a LOT from the historical record, as far as the threats the women made on the life of Marie Antoinette, the guard slamming on the door, the shot in the dark panicking the mob, BUT I also actually did look up at least one article on mob mentality to try to understand HOW someone would get involved with something like this. And the first thing I focused on was the INDIVIDUAL getting pushed aside in favor of the group. And the main way I ended up TRYING to get that to show through was in Solène’s reaction.

At first, she starts off as a singular: “She lays and waits and thinks” “The only thought on Solène’s mind,” etc. But then, immediately AFTER that, as the panic sets in, she becomes a PLURAL, “They mean to massacre them all” “They will all be killed,” “they are done with this” “they have endured too much.” And it really reaches its height when they enter MA’s chambers, as she doesn’t even know WHO is speaking. It could’ve been her, it could’ve been the woman by her side, likewise with the guard who’s severely hurt (also, the “wave” of bodies, going back to the overall theme of water that’s there in PLP). She doesn’t know, because at this point, they’re one whole body acting out at the same time. (There’s one brief point where Solène becomes a “her” again, but it’s only to say that her brain is NOT necessarily...its usual self, “all other thoughts disappearing,” which repeats what she’d also said when the shot first went off; she’s very much acting on INSTINCT here.)

When does she become Solène again? When Olympe runs in front of her. She and Olympe are not a Thing per se, not at this point, even though Solène’s recognizing that she’s “a little bit in love with her,” but Solène does care enough for Olympe that she was able to be snapped out of it. In the chapter that I currently have sitting in my drafts and that SHOULD be published in the next day or so, there’s a bit where Olympe questions whether Solène would have continued on if she hadn’t been there. Solène says that she doesn’t know, because to HER this unlocked a part of herself that she didn’t really know was THERE, the kind of radicalism that she tends to associate with Ronan and the other revolutionaries (ESPECIALLY Maillard, who is kind of Ronan-By-Proxy here as a vanqueur of the Bastille who is ultimately ineffective when it comes to Solène’s complaints.) Personally? Even though I fully leave it up to interpretation, and everyone’s free to say “No, you’re wrong,” I wrote it with the idea that Solène probably would have done a Hell of a lot more harm had Olympe not been there.

This is also fully intended as a parallel to Peyronan. (”NO, RACHEL, PEYRONAN ARE A THING? I HAD NO IDEA! THE SPOILERS!”) Both Peyrol and Solène had the same choice in this chapter, at its core: Their goal at hand, or the person they love. Peyrol let the army and his loyalty to the Monarchy get the better of him, Ronan ended up paying the price for it, and, as we see both at the funeral and at the trial at the beginning of the chapter...Laz is BROKEN by it. Solène doesn’t realize why he’s broken and even doubts that he is, because she doesn’t have the perspective, but...LOOK at him. He is not doing Well. He didn’t gain anything from what he did. In a snap-second decision, he chose his career and decades of indoctrination over Ronan, and he ended up losing both. Solène chose to break out of it and save Olympe, even if she was personally endangered by it. It doesn’t mean that one loved their person more than the other one, but it DOES mean that they get very different results. There’s a climb to the light for Laz as well, I’m not going to just...LEAVE him, but it’s going to be much, much longer than Solène’s.

S. What’s the sexiest thing you wrote this year?

I’ll be honest: I know I have (2) Official Smut Fics to my name now, but I honestly don’t FEEL like anything I’ve written’s particularly SEXY so much as Describing Sex. This isn’t me being a Pretentious Literary Author who Does Not Write Porn, oh no; it’s that I genuinely don’t believe that what I write...qualifies as “sexy”. That being said, despite being only 100 words, “Honey Plunged Into Water” is probably the sexehiest. Which is hilarious because it’s also the kind of thing I would NEVER have written otherwise. There is one...unpublished fic for A Passage Through the Light that features Madame Roland/Marie-Anne that is....very, very gay and is probably honestly the sexiest thing I’ve ever written even without them actually doing the do.

T. Themes, motherfucker, do you have them? What are they?

Earn Your Happy Ending, the question as far as the difference between society and what someone’s been conditioned to be like VS the individual, uncertainty, unease, that question of how much you really CAN know someone else, that general feeling of the calm before (or even during) the storm and how people can find intimacy then. There’s a lot of the gothic element there as far as the past, and the people who were THERE in the past, never really being...GONE from the narrative. Like, one way or another, they have the tendency to come back, whether it’s as a literal ghost or whether it’s just their skeleton buried underneath a tree somewhere.

V. Which story was the most viscerally pleasing to write? Tell us your narrative kinks.

This is painfully predictable, but I THOROUGHLY enjoyed every second of writing Forgiveness. To this day, it’s probably the ONE piece of Peyronan stuff (besides Fowl Play!) that I’ve written where I’m, like, 95% happy with the final result, which is REMARKABLE for me. I really, really loved getting to WORK with their relationship and what makes it WORK at the heart of everything, the progression of it, the gradual increase in intimacy, the way they come to have that moment of “We’re in this one TOGETHER,” and an ending that’s HOPEFUL even though there’s still the ever-present promise of the Revolution in the background. All of that is a LOT of what I tend to like in my Peyronan to begin with, so it was really fantastic to just get that all out on the page. It’s one of those moments where I just want to gesture all over the page and go “THESE TWO LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH” even though they still have their bickering and their petty little moments.

Another one that’s a WIP but that I feel’s far enough along to actually TALK about is the Fairy Tale AU (It has a name, but I tend to feel like announcing its name is jinxing it and I DO desperately want to get it out soon) and...it’s not my usual writing style, it’s not my usual way of doing things. There are some things that I do there that I wouldn’t necessarily do in a usual, realistic fic because it’s a FAIRY TALE that’s being given the 1789 treatment. It was really, really interesting to get to work with some of my favorite fairy tales, see some of the ways they’ve been told and retold throughout the years, especially looking for the ones that focus on commoner protagonists, elements of the gothic and dark fantasy mixed in there with the light. I’m not really that USED to getting to go wild, so it’s been a lot of fun to have one project where the research is less on the minutiae of 18th century life and more on...like....the similarities between the Italian and the Breton versions of The Travelling Companion folkstory.

#janetcarter

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jmhwritesstuff · 6 years ago

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Writer Ask

(I wasn’t tagged or anything, but I was bored and felt like rambling a little, so I just answered the whole list.)

What age-group do you write?

Mostly YA, but I occasionally border into adult.

What genre do you write?

Fantasy is my go-to, but I’ve dabbled in Contemporary, Horror, and Sci-fi from time to time over the years.

Do you outline according to big ideas or small details?

I’m not great at outlining, but if there’s ever anything (big or small) that I feel the need to write notes on, then I’ll do a little brainstorming so I have a document on hand if I need it.

Which do you prefer–line-editing or plot-revisions?

Plot revisions. It’s frustrating as hell, but I like to make sure everything is as it should be for the purpose of the story.

Do you write better with or without deadlines?

Neither, honestly. Deadlines don’t compel me to get things done, they just stress me out, and no deadlines also stress me out because … it just gives me more reason not to do anything, and then I just feel really bad about it, which makes me not want to do it more. It’s a never ending cycle that I desperately need to break.

What would be the biggest compliment you could hope to receive on your current WIP?

That it’s actually interesting enough to keep readers wanting more.

How long is your current WIP?

It’s still sitting at 40k, but right now I’m abandoning it for something new which is still in the planning stages.

What author would you be most excited to be compared to?

I have no idea. I guess any of the most well-known YA writers.

What do you struggle most with as a writer?

Consistency. I’m forever fighting with myself to get more words down and finish something.

Do you brain-storm story ideas alone or with others?

Mostly alone. Sometimes I have a friend who likes to bounce ideas around with me, but writing has always been such a lonely thing for me.

Do you base your characters off of real people?

Not really. I did it once, but now that I’m rewriting that particular novel, the characters have become their own people.

Is your writing space clean or cluttered?

A bit of both. I like to be organised but there’s not much room, so I just make do.

Do you write character-driven or plot-driven stories?

I think I always fall on the character-driven side. I try to focus more on plot when it’s necessary but it never feels good enough to me, so that’s pretty difficult.

Do you have a favorite writing-related quote?

Something about shovelling sand into a box to later make sandcastles? I don’t know. I’ve seen so many quotes about writing, but not many stand out.

If you transport your original characters into another author’s world, which world would you choose?

I’d like to see them in Throne of Glass. I think giving over my characters to SJM would be a fangirl moment for me, just to see what she would do with them.

Would your story work better as a movie or tv show? Why?

That’s hard to say. Freefall would probably be a movie. But the world of The Divine … maybe a show.

Do you make soundtracks for each story?

I’ve started to! I create playlists on Spotify for them.

If you could assign your story one song, what would it be?

When the Sun Goes Down - Tommee Profitt

Would you rather live in your characters’ world, or have your characters come live in our world?

Characters’ world. I wouldn’t want them to be ordinary.

What book would you love to see adapted for the big or small screen?

I don’t know. I’m open to any - my biggest gripe with most book-to-movie is the production teams behind them. It’s gotta be right. Stop messing with cheap production value on Fantasy.

Do you finish most of the stories you start?

Nope!

Has your own writing ever made you cry?

Yes.

Are you proud or anxious to show off your writing?

Neither, I guess. I like to show my stuff once I consider it a decent standard, and then I enjoy gaining feedback just to see if there’s anything I never considered or maybe missed.

When did you start considering yourself a writer?

Probably when I was around 17. I was writing a bunch of teen drama drabbles and got a lot of readers/likes/comments. That was when I think I really started to consider trying to make some kind of career out of it.

What books are must-reads in your genre?

Stuff by Brandon Sanderson, Brent Weeks, Sarah J Maas, Laini Taylor. So, like, Throne of Glass, Mistborn, Daughter of Smoke and Bone, and The Black Prism. There’s honestly so many, just scour goodreads and dive in.

What would you like to see more of in your genre?

Can I go with less? Like, don't get me wrong, Fantasy is my favourite genre, but the political intrigue part can get really heavy, and really drawn out, really fast. It’s my least favourite part about Fantasy, but unfortunately is a massive convention of that genre. Also, I think I clearly need to read more Fantasy that’s a bit more gruelling - I’ve read so many books that came so close to being dark and tragic, and then shies away from it to make way for happy endings. And Happily Ever Babies. No thank you.

Where do you get inspiration from?

I used to get it from other books, movies, and video games. At this point in time, though … I’m not entirely sure.

On a scale of 1-10, how much do you stress about choosing character names?

Not at all, really. If I don’t think of a name right away that I feel fits the character, then I give them a placeholder name until I find the right one.

Do you tend to underwrite or overwrite in a first draft?

Probably underwrite. Maybe even half and half.

Does writing calm you down or stress you out?

Mostly calms me down, depending on how much pressure I’m feeling that day.

What trope do you actually like?

Friends to lovers. Cold guy with violence in his veins actually has a soft heart. The Chosen One. Parents are conveniently absent. Slow burn. Protagonist has to die to save the day (but actually die).

That’s just off the top of my head. I’m okay with most tropes to be honest.

Do you give your side-characters extensive backstories?

I never used to, but I’m starting to build on that more these days.

Do you flesh-out characters before you write, or let their personalities develop over time?

I write down the basics such as appearance and/or particular quirks or personality traits. But most of the time, the personalities develop on their own, and a lot of what I originally intended them to be doesn’t work out.

Describe your old writing in one word.

Amateur.

Is it more fun to write villains or heroes?

I really enjoy writing heroes - I love giving them their darkest moments and their epic comebacks.

Do you write with a black and white sense of morality?

No.

What’s one piece of advice you would give to new writers?

Write what you want and take every single piece of writing advice with a grain of salt. Not everything you read or try to make your writing better will work for you, so find what does, and don't worry about what everyone else is doing.

What’s one piece of writing advice you try–but fail–to follow?

Set a wordcount goal every day and stick to it in order to form a better and consistent writing habit. I’ve tried and failed this countless times.

How important is positive reinforcement to you as a writer?

Personally, I don’t know. I think it’s important to know the difference between criticism and constructive criticism, though, and that you don’t have to make the changes suggested by others to what you’ve written or where you intend to go with the story.

What would you ask your favorite author if given one question?

How the hell do you do it?

Do you find it distracting to read while you’re writing a first draft?

Not at all. I actually think it helps me a lot.

Do critiques motivate or discourage you?

It’s subjective, unfortunately. Sometimes it’s helpful, and sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes you get feedback from someone who knows what they’re talking about, and sometimes you get utter nonsense. So … learn the difference.

Do you tend to write protagonists like yourself or unlike yourself?

There’s definitely some amount of myself reflected in them. I learnt that while studying self-reflection in prose at university a few years ago.

Our class basically had to sit around a table and discuss personal process within our writing and what messages we think we might be trying to convey within our work. It soon moved on to whether or not we imagine ourselves as the protagonists (because that’s a popular writer stereotype) in our stories. Most of our answers were ‘no’, but most of us did discover a lot of links between the two.

For instance, the majority of my protagonists have always been orphans. No parents, no siblings. I didn’t grow up without a family or siblings, but my familial relationships have always been super strained my whole life. Instead of trying to write positive familial relationships, it was easier to cut them out entirely and replace it with the Found Family trope instead.

How do you decide what story idea to work on?

Whichever one has been running around my head the most at the time is usually the one I end up getting the itch to write.

Do you find it harder or easier to write when you’re stressed out?

Harder.

What Hogwarts house would your protagonist(s) be in?

I don’t know, and I don’t care.

Where do you see yourself as a writer in five years?

Nowhere. And that’s not trying to be self-deprecating. I’m literally struggling to hold on to my passion for it lately. You know how most writers imagine seeing their book on a shelf someday? I don’t get that. Not anymore. Or at least not at this point in time.

Would you ever co-write?

I would! It would depend on a few things, but I like the thought of it.

Are you a fast and rushed writer or a slow and deliberate writer?

Slow and deliberate. I’d like to be fast, but it’s just not in me.

Would you rather be remembered for your fantastic world-building or your lifelike characters?

I don’t know. Characters, probably.

#writer #writing #writer ask #writing questions #long post #jmhwriter

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goddamnitlady · 7 years ago

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Note to self: false sense of urgency for these fandom things

My head is cluttered with a big fandom to-do list that I can’t stop thinking about, because these ideas drop down on me at random moments during the day and I cannot solve them immediately, so I keep snoozing them.

Out of my head and onto the page!

Lady, unless the friend specifies it. These things have no immediacy. It’s nice when you can do it within considerable time, but you don’t have to. The pressure you feel others put on you, is a pressure you project on yourself.

Practise the ted-talk thing of priority=now. Think like the hiking woman and the plumbing woman. Also get up more. Obey your breaks.

DA FALSE LIST

Reading & AO3 list (comment everywhere):

Delete all AO3 comments I never answered.

Skye’s submitted work to me

Nikki’s AZA part 2

Nikki’s AZA part 3

Nikki’s Sakura vs Orochimaru Hogwarts AU (that I’m so excited about.)

Read a selection of Nikki’s other august works.

Authorafterhourssssss + her FFN Minato story + save to PC

Save Impassioned Hashimitsubani on dA to PC

Tseng’s fic 10k

Julia’s Otofic chapter 3.

Save Esu’s fic of Sasuke visiting his professor to PC

Golem story 5mins

Read Doujutsu daddies from the start because it was honestly SO good

Read the Vines in completion

re-read the arch with my girl and comment this time

Find a way to balance being a fan of my friends and being a writer of my own content.

Watch list

Voltron (newest season)

Boku no Hero (newest two eps)

Video on wtf is critical role and why is the best Seph cosplayer leading it

Whatsapp reply

To so many people

OTL

Roleplay stuff that I can’t stop thinking of

Reply to Rufus

Starter for Skye? (Will wait atm for her to initiate something)

Reply to Tseng? Chat catch-up.

Find Celeste + Hammy and follow them, and their writing AO3′s or on the dashboard.

Aww man I really want to write with Nikki!! and Skye!!

I gotta plan something sometime, like a morning or afternoon meet-up when we’re free.

doesitmeansomethingthatImalwaystheonereachingout

shush insecurity. it’s 20m to midnight you’re not reasonable.

they love me back

fools :’)

Aquaaaa

Xemn.

the other 10 threads there.

and the other memes there.

haven’t even mentioned Ansem.

Dya or Skeren or Neon, probably.

D&D someday.

Print Katuya’s fav comic

must have ps first

must chance colour in photoshop

turn on device + log in

only thennnn I can print

Clear other blog’s drafts???

Upload (semi-?) finished threads to AO3

OroJira

OroHida

ItaSasu

With crim

With skyyye

shinden

and my newest drabbles

Most certainly after thesis

read/download Lyra’s fic

read/download Lic’s Death is part of the process

read/download K’s unread works

read/download Tseng’s big work

read Lilly’s Border of Taboo

read Lilly’s Sunshine

Collect katuya’s Orochimaru

Collect art of that big-eyed Orochimaru

Collect surfiiii’s work. *A*

Upload Orochimaru shinden outline + figure out how you want to do it.

Collect all posts from Lifelessons to make a book, probably

Write my own books?

...but HOW CAN I FUCK-%^@-ING do the writing when I have so many things listed???

Should I download to pc these, or is it too much transmedia storytelling expansionist movements to download these?

FF7: gunshot romance download to pc?

Naruto and FF7 books: download to pc?

Game: FF7: DoC

Games: all games on the shelf?

Game: that...Morrowwind game I couldn’t stop playing.

fic for teacher?

Buy Wonderland

Nanowrimo dedicated to thesis??

Every day 100 words?

Wow so genius.

Consider: do I make Orochimaru Shinden a project or not?

Think of the few reactions to the Vines, dear.

For who do you want to do this?

What feelings/visuals/fantasies do you associate with it?

Which scenes do you want to write?

parents killed

hiruzen romance

drunk gentleman

sakumo romance

death scene (see blog tagged death) + pull a ‘Code Geass ending twist’ stunt of him on haystack. Kabuto?

Can you tell instead of showing?

Fill it with headcanons

Followers/fans/RP-ers are really thirsty for ANY content once they like the mothership content.

Okay, my head feels less cluttered now. Phew.

#note to self #lady vs life

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Hey there! I guess you know by now just how much I adore Gil and Ray and I was wondering if you had other headcanons with them (Wrath included as well). I keep a list with mine, maybe one day I will post them, but I love your writing and I would sure love to hear more about them, if that's alright. If you are planning to include them in a fic, then I will wait :) I miss them...

I actually have a bunch of mini-drabbles/popcorn-fanfics for GilRay (and other ships) but I never posted them because they’re pretty short and rough. You guys think I write and post a lot, you have no idea XD

Here are some headcanons I have:

They have a closet full of matching, crazy and silly clothes/accessories because Gil just loves them.

Gil has painted nails so I like to think he practices on Ray from time to time.

They were childhood friends when they were human.Only Tanaka Strike can take this headcanon away from me and even then she has to rip it out of me cold, dead hands

Ray used to be a reserved kid but Gil kept dragging him on a bunch of adventures to the point he learns to just go with the flow and be more confident in his abilities“If we could wrangle a bull with our bare hands at the age of ten, we can totally pull off a jailbreak! Hopefully.”-Ray

Gil was a tiny ball of rage and energy that could only be calmed by Ray. Still got into a bunch of trouble

Ray was totally a photographer or something else art related (based on his ability)

I don’t know why but I always picture Gil with a boat. His ability is water related.

Gil was drafted into the war and Ray followed him because “We’re a team!”/”We’re partners!” and become closer through all the hardships

Wrath saved them and made them subclasses so they’re very loyal and respect her

She earned their devotion and adoration because she’s motherly to them and never judged their relationship.Forbidden love in the past, anyone?

After they become subclasses and learn about their powers, they would train together and come up with a bunch of combination/team attacks.

Gil may have sharp teethes but he still has the most beautiful smile Ray has ever known.

Gil is totally a messy eater.Mostly because he likes how Ray would wipe his mouth for him. He likes the attention

Ray is the only one that can control Drunk!Gil and Wrath forbids Gil to drink without Ray present.

-not a headcanon but a cute scene I totally picture for them-SLOW DANCING IN THE KITCHEN AT MIDNIGHT (or by a lake/river/secret hideout)

On dates, they speak in Italian because it’s nostalgic of their time as human and it makes them feel like they’re in their own world.

Late nights watching corny, black and white, romance movies is their guilty pleasure.

Ray isn’t a flirt but he does have this charm to him that people are smitten with and Gil gets jealous.“Hey, that’s my Casanova! Get your own even though I’m pretty sure you’ll never find someone as good as him.”-Gil-cue amused Ray shaking his head-Jealous Gil fanfic that I need to finish

In my world, Ray never lost his arm and no one is allowed to bring it up. ALL THESE PRECIOUS CHARACTERS ARE FINE!Let me stay in my denial

And one of the mini fanfics I have (this is a human AU that’s pretty rough)

Rayshuffled through the pictures on his camera as he crossed the bridge, trying todecide which one he should use for next week’s photo contest. While he likedmost of them, they were mundane photos of things he found in his neighbourhood.Venice was beautiful but he couldn’t afford to travel to its stunning localesto take pictures. Despite that limitation, Ray was determined to make a livingthrough his camera.

Hewas so focused on his camera that he didn’t notice the rowdy crowd walkingtowards him. The teenagers were playing with a soccer ball and didn’t noticehim either. One of them accidentally kicked the call at Ray and his camera wasknocked from his hands. Everyone watched in horror as the camera flew over therail and off the bridge. Ray barely heard the teenager’s apologies as he leanedover the bridge and look into the canal but he didn’t see where it fell.

“We’rereally sorry, sir.” The teenagers tried to apologize again and Ray sighed.

“It’salright. Just be more careful next time.” They were only kids and they had togood sense to be apologetic so he wasn’t angry at them. He was more concernedabout his camera and wondered what he should do. The camera was his entirelivelihood so he needed to find it. Even if the camera was destroyed, he couldrecover the data.

Withthat decided, he ran off the bridge and stood on the edge of the canal. He couldn’t see thebottom, least of all where the camera could’ve fallen. Ray only hoped that it hadn’tfloated downstream with the current. He rolled up his pants and started to jumpinto the canal when a shout stopped him. “Heeey, Partner, you can’t swim in thecanal.”

Raypaused. He knew that there was a fine for swimming in the canal but he couldn’tafford a new camera or to replace all of his photos in only a few days. Heignored the man and jumped into the water. After a few failed searches, Rayemerged from the water cursing. A gondola stopped in front of him and the manon board looked down at him. “Enjoying your swim?”

“I’m looking for my camera. I dropped it into the canal.” Ray corrected him.

“Youmean this thing?” He held up his camera and Ray quickly reached up to grab itfrom him. The man took his hand and pulled him onto the gondola before hecould. Then he placed the camera on the seat next to him. “My name’s Gil. Thatthing flew out of nowhere and hit me.”

“Sorry,it was an accident. My name’s Ray.” He said as he inspected his camera fordamage. He was relieved that it was intact and that he hadn’t lost any of hispictures. Gil looked over his shoulder to the photos on the tiny screen.

“Thoseare beautiful. You sure have a good eye. Is that the old orphanage?” Ray jumpeda little when he felt his breath brushed his ear. He hadn’t realized how close Gilwas until he spoke. Gil pulled away from him and sat next to him. “No wonderyou wanted to get this camera back so bad. Are you a famous photographer or something?”

“I’dlike to be one day.” He said as Gil returned to the stern of the boat and tookthem back to the dock. “I love taking pictures. I just wish I could photographmore things outside of this neighbourhood. But I need to save more money forthat.”

Gilappeared thoughtful as he stopped the gondola. He held Ray’s hand to help him outof the boat but he didn’t let go of his hand even after he was standing on thedock. “I lived in Venice all of my life and I know a bunch of places you cantake great pictures. I give gondola rides on weekends so just stop by wheneveryou’re free.”

“Idon’t really have the money for a bunch of sightseeing rides.” Ray slipped hishand from his but he didn’t leave immediately.

“You’repretty cool so how about you pay me with coffee and a good conversation?” Giloffered and Ray had to admit his offer was tempting.

“Okay,meet me here next Friday. How do you like your coffee?” He asked and Gil’s smilecouldn’t be brighter. Seeing it, Ray raised his camera and took a picture. He liked to take pictures of things he found beautiful after all.

I know you didn’t ask for this much and I probably went overboard but I just had to gush and couldn’t stop once I started xD

#servamp #gilray #Rayscent Crazyrabbit #Gilberto Weasel #hikaru-sora

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moonraccoon-exe · 7 years ago

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It's been a quiet end of the year here, maybe it's the holidays? Well Yuu is stopping by for the end of the year asks... 3, 14, 18 & 23 (°▽° )

BUDDY! *HUGS YOUR HEAD*

Yours was here first, but I answered Hanatsuki first because I thought it’d be more appropiate. You had 2 questions in common, but you asked 2 more and Hana only one, so I thought I’d fill theirs then yours so one didn’t look giant and the other tiny, rather both balanced…hope that’s fine hnfdgnjf (/_＼)

Most of my writing has been done under asks, but honestly trying to remember them all would lead me to never answer this, so my answers include only my work put up on AO3.

3 & 14 are answered here!

18. Current number of WIPs.

I have

- Continuations for Fantasy!AU with Saar (dragon) Ignis.

- Chapter 2 for my entry for Gladnis Week “OMG so drunk…” that people actually asked for? Thank you people :’3

- Ignis and the Beast (HAHAHAHAHA, it’ll never end ohmygod :’’) )

- Surprise part 3 of a story that was so well received and I won’t tell you which one bc surprise hnfdngnfdhgn. It’s been long since the first 2 parts, and I haven’t had a chance to write part 3 down, but I want to. :’(

- I have a fic idea drabbled in my drafts (older Gladnis)

- A small HCs list for “Carry Me Back Home” and what happened afterwards.

- Finished NSFW Gladnis headcanon list (waiting to post it after the New Year parties and fuss)

I don’t know if they count as WIPs as I haven’t started writing them all, but I also have like 25 asks of stuff to write…

I started answering the question with “Curiously they’re actually not many”, but deleted that after I finished this list… :’D

23. Fics you wanted to write but didn’t.

I HAD THIS-

*deep breath* *coughs*

I had this Fleurentia/Ravnis idea. I hesitated whether to make it a fanfic or just one of those loooong drabbled idea thrown on Tumblr because of time. It’d have been chaptered.

It involved Ignis, Ravus, mutual dreaming, long distance secret relationship, hurt/comfort, personal troubles between the two, the Fall of Insomnia, the moment they meet at that Imperial Base, post-Altissia, and angst that went to bittersweet ending.

I AM IN LOVE WITH IT OKAY I am so sad I didn’t write that :’(

I also wanted to fulfill Gladnis Week entries for “Battle Wounds”, “Sensory date for Ignis”, and some others.

I wanted to write for Cor/Loqi and Regis/Clarus, but ヽ(´ー` )┌

I ALSO HAD THIS IDEA HNFGNDFG

Gladnis, okay? It involved…I don’t know if I should spoil, but I’ll probably do because lmao I’ll probably never write that so what the hell

It involved….omfngdhf gonna ruin the surprise, but there’s a young Tenebraean Iggy being saved from a Niflheim attack, the kid trying hard to be grateful via dedicating his life to Lucis, starting to date the prince’s Shield, AND THE LAST PERSON YOU EXPECT SUDDENLY THROWS THIS BETRAYAL that they try to keep up until they can’t and they’re caught and they try to explain it was a misunderstanding anD THEY MESS UP AND ONE OF GLADIO/IGNIS ENDS UP SENTENCED TO DEATH AHAHAHA

Not gonna tell you how it ends hnfdngfdghg

I’m sure I had more ideas that I discarded either due to other stuff I had to attend (whether Iggy and the Beast or my asks), but I always forget something, so I’m not gonna even try to remember because that’s how rude my brain is. ┐( ´ д ` )┌

SHIT.

NOW I WANT TO WRITE ALL THESE.

Thank you lots for the ask, Yuu!!

And I agree, it’s been very quiet! Wonder where everyone went o.o

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