#REWRITE THE CODE. ( drabbles )

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

105. “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.” This feels soo Jack Hughes coded.

oooo I couldn't agree more nonnie. very Jack Hughes coded. I love this prompt but I kind of hate how this turned out so I might rewrite this.

Drabble Masterlist.

"You can't make up for it by giving me a tic-tac."

It really wasn't that big of a deal but it still pissed you off. This was the second time you had plans with Jack and he forgot. The plans weren't a big deal, it's not like he forgot a date, your birthday, an anniversary. Tonight's plans were to come home after work and change into sweats and do absolutely nothing except watch more Vampire Dairies Jack's new obsession. But instead after a day of media and camp, he went out with the boys. It really wasn't that big of a deal but it still sucked that Jack forgot and that it was the second time it happened. Not in the mood to watch the Vampire Diaries anymore without him, you laid on the coach and watched one of your comfort films. A film that you always watched when you were upset because it always made you laugh.

Jack walked into the apartment yelling he was home. He dropped his gear where it goes, and took his sneakers off by the door. He walked into the family room kissing your forehead like nothing was wrong. But then he froze, he noticed what movie was on and immidately he was concerned. "hey baby. you okay?" he asks shyly as he moves your feet so he can sit on the coach next to you.

"yup" letting the 'p' pop as you continue to look forward refusing to even look in Jack's direction still. He starts to move his hands up and down your calves thinking he's bringing you comfort and in a way it is but you wanted to stay mad at him.

"what happened baby? You only watch this movie when your sad or pissed off cause it helps shut your mind off." His voice soft, he sounds like he has no idea that he was the reason you were watching this movie.

Finally turning to face him in an annoyed tone you ask, "do you know what today was?"

"uhh n-no." he stumbles out, his hands suddenly freezing on your legs.

"We had plans for the second time this week to binge Vampire Diaries and you forgot." Sighing at the end of your confession hating how you sounded.

"Y/N fuck I'm sorry. I forgot do you wanna watch it now?" he asks going to grab the remote from your lap.

"No."

"okay." he says softly and you can see an idea pop into his head as smiles wide at you reaching into his pocket. "Do you want a tic tac?" he asks showing you a brand new pack in his head.

All you can do is laugh because only Jack Hughes would try to fix this by giving you a tic tac. "You can't fix make-up for it by giving me a tic tac. Jack" A soft smile on your lips as Jack pulls you close to him for the first time since he sat down so your half on his lap.

"but there your favorite. And you asked me to pick you some up before I came home and I remembered." he pouts and all you can do is smile.

Taking your finger you lightly trace his bottom lip, "Thank you for remembering my tic tacs baby." you whisper before you can't resist anymore you peck Jack on his lips.

"I'm sorry about forgetting" he apologizes as soon as your lips leave his.

"I know. It's not a big deal. I just spent the entire summer with you, you deserve time with your teammates. I kind of overreacted, it's not like you didn't text me you were gonna go out. I'm sorry." you apologize too because it was a dumb reason to get mad.

"I still feel like shit for apologizing." he mumbles as he pulls you into a kiss.

"Well we can always feel like shit together and watch another movie." you suggest and although another movie is started on the t.v neither of you are paying attention too lost in each other to care what was on.

[descendantsramblings]

Just a short cute thing where Fem! Reader and Maleficent are dating and Mal just loves teasing her gf by turning into her dragon form in small

Pure fluff, thank u :>

“Short cute” is speaking my language rn. So glad to be back to writing long stuff but between these and writing a layout for a Dead Boy Detectives fic I needed a good head canon or Drabble 🖤

Also I wrote and edited this whole thing while on the clock at work so forgive me if something is a little odd, I HATE typing on mobile because it’s easier to get typos.

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Maleficent x Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: watching her girlfriend study can get just so boring

Warnings: descriptions of Maleficent turning into a dragon but it’s really nothing (at least as a horror and body horror fan it’s absolutely nothing but I’ll warn you just in case), fluff

Word Count: 1.1K

Pic because finding gifs of my girl (who’s almost always background or literally on Hades lol) is so hard

She can’t say no one warned her. Of course, Maleficent thought her girlfriend hung the sun, she was humanities own light source. All aglow when she was excited and warm enough that the dark fae was constantly convinced she had a fever. She was obsessed with her, but that doesn’t mean the rest of her friends lied when they said dating a hero kid could get so boring. Not that (Y/n) in general was boring, it was actually pretty easy to get her running around with the villains, but when she felt like being good? She could get obnoxiously good. Like straight As helping out in soup kitchens type of good. Which if the pixie was honest, she found that side of her girlfriend extremely endearing. Sometimes she even wonders if that sweet half of her is what saw Maleficent as worthy for her. Not that she’d ever admit to that out loud, it would wreck her image. If the fact that she could watch the girl complete mundane tasks in complete infatuation didn’t already kill her image. Or at least she normally could watch her like that.

The girl had been studying for an hour, rewriting her notes in a decorative and color coded way that she swore made it easier for her to study. “Rewriting it makes me think about it harder, Mali. Engraves it into my memory.” It sounded like an excuse to her, seemed to her that the girl just liked to look at pretty things. Not that she minded, whatever she wanted to do was fine by her, (Y/n) was her own woman. And Maleficent loved to be the pretty thing she was looking at, so who was she to complain about other ones? But Mali was starting to wonder if she and Tinkerbell had something in common. If she didn’t get her girlfriend’s attention soon she was sure she’d just fall over and just die. She was growing weaker by the second, she was positive of that. And getting the girl’s attention away from swirling pretty calligraphy into a notebook was proving to be impossible.

Every nuzzle to her neck was met with a playful push. Kissing her face just earned the pixie a “Mali, doll, I’m working.” It was infuriating. Why let her in if (Y/n) only planned on ignoring her? Her pale arms make their way around the princess’ waist, face falling against the girl’s back with a dramatic sigh. “I’m almost done, Doll. Just two more pages.” Two more? That won’t do, she needs more attention now. “Come on,” she drags the word out pulling away from her girlfriend with a whine. “Since when are you so good?” “I’ve always been good, Doll. You’re the villain between us, remember?” She uncaps a different pen, readjusting the notebook before her. “You don’t seem so good when you’re out running around with me and the other VKs. You ask how high when Uliana says just just like Morgie does.” It gets her a hum, pen tapping against the page in the speedy pattern. “Yeah well, if I make Uli happy she’ll do my hair. No one else here can braid like she can.” Mali laughs, “Fine, then if we can’t cuddle, let’s go see if she’ll do your hair. Give me something.” “I’ll be done soon.” She scoffs, lightly smacking the back of the girl’s shoulder, “You said you were doing homework.” (Y/n)’s eyes roll, sparing the girl a look over her shoulder, “Studying is homework, Mali.” Now her eyes roll, throwing herself back on the bed, “This isn’t studying. Studying is reading over notes, this is some other thing.” She hums, “Maybe that’s why my grades are higher than yours.” It’s a playful remark, the girl poking her tongue out at the pixie before turning back to her work.

She wants to play? Okay, they can play. She cuts a look to the girl, a pen cap held loosely in her mouth as she delicately drags a pen brush across a page. She was distracted enough. Turning into a large dragon took far too much energy from her, but a small one? One that could fit right in the girl’s lap? That was easy. Maleficent could barely feel it as her bones gave way. Shoulder blades and vertebrae stretching out to form the structure of wings. Purple scales forcing their way through pale skin, tearing their way into veins to beseen. She hasn’t let wings of any kind come out in so long, it felt heavenly. The stretch making her suppress a whimper. She desperately needed to do this more, instead of just when she felt the need to harass her way into getting what she wants.

Slowly, careful not to make too much noise, she flaps her wings, once, twice. By the third time, when she realized the sound wasn’t alerting (Y/n), she knew she could take flight. Fluttering through the dorm, she lands on the girl’s dresser, blowing a small puff of flames onto a candle then settling beside it. Waiting, glowing green eyes trained on the girl who had playfully become her prey. The smell of smoke would alert her, it always did. Lilac and smoke slowly and softly fill the air, making the princess look up, worried eyes glancing around the room before landing on her dresser. “Really? You’re that desperate for me?” Desperate? No, she was anything but that. While her eyes are away from the page, Maleficent takes flight again, swooping up the pens the girl was using before fluttering over her head.

“Mali, you’re just prolonging how long it will be before I can lay back and cuddle with you. You know that, right?” Her hand shoots up for her pens and the dragon flies closer to the ceiling. “This is ridiculous, you are being ridiculous.” Pens clatter into the wastebasket by the girl’s desk, the dragon swooping in to fill the girl’s lap before she can get up to retrieve them. “Are all fae this needy or just you?” The question is met with a nuzzle against her stomach, the dragon refusing to get too close to her skin in case she’d scratch the delicate stretch of flesh.

Sighing, the girl closes her two notebooks, pushing them to the side before she lays back. “If I take a little study break will you let me finish my work without whining?” The dragon crawls up her stomach, tilting her head to the side. Sweeten the deal. “If we cuddle?” Letting out a sigh, Mali curls up on the girl’s chest, her head laying just so close to her heart she feels as if she’s hearing the lubb-Dubb of it in her own head. “You’re not gonna turn back into a girl for me? Made you wait so long that I only deserve scales?” It’s not a complaint, not a real one at least. Her nails digging into the space between two wings, a glorious scratching sensation that makes Maleficent’s eyes lull closed. She was never above playing if the Royal wanted to play. She was always the winner of the girl’s long games.

[jungkoode]

死 KKANGPAE | FRAGMENTS

† lost and found †

⚔ drabble details ⚔

main story: Kkangpae

word count: 1.5k

content: Yoongi and Sylvia join KGP—or when they finally escape the orphanage shithole they’ve always known.

warnings: addiction mentions, oxy (drugs), orphanage trauma, abuse (implied)

☠ authors note ☠

I’ll be honest, I’ve had this drabble for a while, but I’ve been tweaking it constantly because I keep changing the timeline. So I decided to post this once and for all to make it canon and stop my fingers from rewriting the whole thing every 2 weeks.

This is… tough. These were tough times. The warnings are there for a reason. This is not a necessary read to enjoy the main story, but it provides a bit of context and delves a little bit deeper into lore. Please read at your own discretion.

I think this helps set the mood a little bit when it comes to AD (Yoongi) in the present, and what his bond with the mysterious girl (Sylvia) was.

My babies. They’ve gone through so much (I’ve put them through so much lol—I’m evil.)

Hope this makes your heart weep a little, just like mine did while giving shape to this part of the story.

See you in the next update. Hope this makes the wait a little bit easier. <3

Blood doesn't always wash off easy—Yoongi's learned that the hard way.

He’s scrubbed his damn hands raw three fucking times already in this shitty orphanage bathroom—but the rusty smell still clings like a fucking leech. 

Like everything else about this shithole. 

He stares at his reflection in the cracked mirror, pale face framed by dark hair that needs a cut. The bruise under his eye is turning yellow now. The one on his ribs still hurts like a bitch.

Behind him, Sylvia sits on the edge of the bathtub, her thin fingers picking at the chipped polish on her nails. Her wide eyes—too large for her face—are puffy from crying earlier.

"They deserved it," she says, voice small.

"I know." Yoongi doesn't look at her. Doesn't need to.

The p̶i̶e̶c̶e̶s̶ o̶f̶ s̶h̶i̶t̶ administrators who run this hellhole would never believe that three older boys had tried to drag Sylvia into the storage closet. Would never care that Yoongi had to use the knife he'd stolen from the kitchen two months ago. Self-defense means nothing when you're already labeled a problem.

Because they had found her stash. 

Not that Yoongi approved of it, but he understood. After bouncing between five foster homes in three years, the last one had been the worst. Some doctor parent who thought medicating Sylvia's anxiety with oxy was "helping." Now she's stuck with a habit that has her climbing walls when she can't get what her body screams for.

Getting those pills back had cost him a black eye and possibly a fractured rib, but it was worth it to keep her from what happened last time she went cold turkey.

So the computer lab is next. He'll need to wipe the security footage before anyone notices. 

Just like he always does.

"They'll separate us for this," Sylvia whispers.

He doesn’t even want to think about it, so for a few seconds, he doesn’t acknowledge the claim. 

Because Sylvia is the only person in this garbage dump of an institution who doesn't make him want to set something on fire. The only one who understands what it's like to be unwanted, discarded. 

Forgotten.

"No they won't," he says, pressing his palms against the sink. "I'll figure something out."

He always does.

And so, it’s two days later that Yoongi sits in front of the ancient computer in the orphanage's outdated lab, making sure to erase any trace of what happened in the third-floor hallway. 

He's gotten good at this—too good, in all honesty.

Sometimes he wonders if there's something broken inside him that makes coding and hacking come so naturally.

But then the door opens, and Yoongi doesn't bother looking up.

"Computer time is over," says the night supervisor, a balding man whose name Yoongi has never bothered to learn.

"I'm not done."

"I don't care. There's someone here to see you."

That gets his attention. Nobody ever comes to see anyone at this shithole, least of all him.

The man standing in the doorway behind the supervisor isn't what Yoongi expects. He's young—maybe mid-twenties—with an expensive-looking suit and intelligent eyes. 

His hair is dark, not yet the white it will become years later.

The supervisor leaves them alone, which is the first red flag. Nobody gets private meetings here unless money has changed hands.

"Min Yoongi," the man says, taking a seat across from him. "I've been looking for you."

"Congratulations," Yoongi mutters, crossing his arms. "You found me in the exact place I've been for the last six years. Real detective work."

The man smiles, apparently amused rather than offended. "My name is Kim Namjoon. I'm interested in your skills."

"What skills?" Yoongi asks, instantly guarded. 

Nobody knows about the hacking except Sylvia.

"You erased security footage of an incident two days ago within four minutes of it happening. You've redirected the orphanage's government funding three times to ensure the kitchen received better food supplies. You hacked into the national education database and changed your standardized test scores from perfect to merely above average because you didn't want the attention."

The cold feeling settling in Yoongi's stomach is something between fear and admiration, but he says nothing. 

So the man pushes.

"Three weeks ago, you hacked into the hospital database to falsify prescription records for oxycodone." It's not a question. "Sloppy work, by your standards. You were desperate."

Yoongi's jaw clenches. "What do you want?"

"My brother needs someone with your talents. He's been watching you for a while. Runs an organization that values talent like yours.”

"I'm not leaving without Sylvia."

The words come out before Yoongi can stop them, and he curses himself for showing his hand too early. But Namjoon doesn't seem surprised.

"The girl from the third-floor incident," he says with a nod. "I assumed as much. She's part of the offer."

Yoongi narrows his eyes. "What kind of organization?"

"The kind that understands the world isn't fair. The kind that makes its own rules." Namjoon leans forward. "The kind that doesn't leave its people behind."

It sounds like bullshit, but there's something in the man's eyes that makes Yoongi pause. A certainty. A purpose. Something Yoongi's never had.

"What's the catch?"

"Loyalty. Discretion. And your skills—all of them."

"And Sylvia? What do you want from her?"

Namjoon shrugs. "Nothing specifically. But she's your friend, and you're protective of her. We respect that kind of loyalty. In my organization, we value bonds like that." 

Yoongi narrows his eyes. "She needs help. Real help. Not judgment, not being treated like she's damaged goods."

"We have resources. Medical care. A doctor who understands addiction better than most."

"Why would your boss want a junkie?" 

Junkie. He fucking despises that word—how everyone around them uses it to degrade the closest thing to family he’s ever had.

But better he say it than this stranger.

"My brother sees value beyond immediate utility," Namjoon answers. "And loyalty like yours is rare. You've turned down three chances to leave this place because you wouldn't abandon her."

Yoongi stiffens, because this man—this man knows too much. Way too much for how careful he’s fucking been all these years.

And really, he should tell him to go fuck himself. Should tell this stranger to go to hell. But what's waiting for him here? More years in this prison until they kick him out at eighteen? More hiding his abilities so he doesn't draw attention?

"I'll think about it," he says instead, which they both know means yes.

Namjoon stands. "One hour. Back entrance."

When the door closes, Yoongi sits in silence, white light from the screen still illuminating his face. 

He should be suspicious. Should be afraid. 

Instead, he feels something dangerously close to hope.

Fuck this place anyway.

Sylvia doesn't ask questions when he tells her to pack. Just nods and fills her small backpack with the few things that matter to her. 

"They’ll just use us,” she finally says as they wait by the back door. "That's all anyone ever does."

"Then we use them back," Yoongi answers simply.

Yoongi looks at her—really looks at her—with her too-thin frame and eyes that have seen too much for someone so young. The bruises on her wrists are still visible.

"What if I can't kick it?" Her voice is so small it barely exists. "What if I'm always this fucked up?"

“Then we deal with it. Like we always do."

Their conversation is promptly interrupted by a car with tinted windows, which pulls up exactly one hour after Namjoon left. The back door opens.

"Ready to disappear?" Namjoon asks from inside.

"We already did that a long time ago."​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Sylvia's hand finds Yoongi's, her palm clammy, her grip desperate. He squeezes back once before letting go, grabbing both their bags instead.

"If this is bullshit, I'll make sure you regret it," Yoongi says as he helps Sylvia into the car.

Namjoon almost smiles. "Jin said you'd say something exactly like that."

The car pulls away from the orphanage, the only home they've known for years. In the side mirror, Yoongi watches it shrink until it disappears entirely.

"He's going to explain everything himself," Namjoon says, offering a bottle of water to Sylvia, who's already starting to sweat from the withdrawals. "My brother believes in looking people in the eye when offering them a new life."

"Just tell me one thing," Yoongi says, his eyes never leaving Sylvia, monitoring her tremors. "Will she get actual help? Or is this just about what I can do for you?"

"Both," Namjoon answers honestly, and something about the straightforward response makes Yoongi believe him. "Jin doesn't waste potential, and he doesn't discard people."

For the first time in years, Yoongi allows himself to exhale fully.

Whatever comes next, it has to be better than what they're leaving behind.

It has to be.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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[necrocrafter]

I could have my MCD rewrite end in complete angst with no happy ending. I could write about how the void [the end poem entities] and their chosen [the player(Irene-Aphmau)] are and always will be connected, and how Irene/Aphmau are the Source/Center. I could write about how Irene/Aphmau are a part of the void that is simply wandering in the overworld. I could write about how the void is fond of their chosen. I could write about how the void isn't meant to spill into the overworld, and each time Irene realm hops, she has to repair the barrier rips. I could write about how her realm hopping/creating ends up creating multiverses. I could write about how when others break the realm barriers, the void spills and eats away at worlds unintentionally as it tries to contain itself. I could write about how it really isn't trying to destroy and devour but needs the players [Irene-Aphmau] to piece it back together. I could write about how after Irene slumbered away in her realm for 900+ years, others tampered with realm magic, making things unstable and constantly tampering with the realm barrier after trying to obtain that which they cannot control. I could write about how the universe was becoming unstable, and Hyria knew it was time for Irene to return. I could write about all the strange void encounters Aphmau experiences in her life and how, without her memories, she's afraid of it on a primal level because it CALLS to her. I COULD write about how Aphmau is a special case in the MCD world and how death is different for her [the VERY drabble that STARTED this thing that ended up becoming the MCD rewrite]. I could write about how after regaining the Irene Relic, something happens in between the space-time continuum, and Laurance gets blasted into Void Paradox. I could write about his adventures there before he eventually ends up back to his dimension, where everyone is just coming out of the Irene Dimension. I could write about how, in season 2, when Aphmau gets void burned, its consumption of her is more so an old greeting/hug. It sinks into her flesh, and it terrifies those around her because they fear she'll die, but the void has no need to kill her when she will choose to return to them on her own volition. I could write about how in MS, it's implied that Aphmau never got to finish raising her daughters (if im understanding MS lore right). I could write about how to completely stop the void from resetting the universe, Aphmau would have to give herself back to it. Forever. Return to nothing, and becoming code once again. I could I could I could.

As Modzilla says in Void Paradox, "It's all been caused by an imbalance, some kind of temporal shift happening somewhere out there in the dimensional universe. You see, the void is not some kind of spectral entity that craves complete and utter destruction. It's simply a clinical force. Here to correct the imbalance or anything that might be in its path to it BY using complete and utter destruction. Thereby resetting the universe back to its primal state. Nothing."

[angstyaches]

and obviously my brain went to StW first because I am insanely attached to those boys, but I'm so invested in your other characters too

Off the top of my head, I would be so interested in learning/reading more about Asher and Jayden's not-a-relationship, Henry and Donnacha's not-quite-a-relationship, Autumn and Payton (they're so sweet!), and MARS lore, oh and Shayne's relationship with Lucy, and I love the aro-ness of Rin that's delightful

I don't have specific emojis for these guys or anything, I'm just very interested in your lore, worldbuilding, and characters :)

anyway, I've loved seeing you a little more active here, and if some writing comes of it I will be so excited, but if not I hope this place still is enjoyable for you

Okay and then a vampire question. So Elliott can transform into a swarm of semi-corporeal bats, right? And that happened when he became a full vampire, which explains why Felix doesn't have weird vampire powers. But does Ryan? I feel like I should know this, but I don't remember her doing cool weird bat vampire things, so I thought I'd ask. And she's the matriarch of the clan? family? so does that come with additional magic benefits, or is it just a title? There's some draw to her during transformations and for her vampires in general I'd assume, but I wondered what the perks of the role might be @when-jaguars-are-sick

(Answering all of the world building stuff in one post as I haven't gotten around to finishing up any drabbles yet!)

Vampire Powers

Yes, that's all correct with Elliott and Felix! Elliott's ability manifesting was one of the late-presenting symptoms of him transitioning into being a fully-fledged vampire. And that's the reason Felix doesn't have a special ability beyond the enhanced senses etc.

That being said... I have been doing some rewriting and a bit of an overhaul of the Swallow the World universe. In the newer version of the story, Elliott is a "full" vampire right from the start, and "half" vampires aren't really a thing; there are just Elder vampires and their underlings. That is until *enter Felix, doing jazz hands in a funky patterned shirt* Elliott breaks one of the vampire codes and bloods a new vampire without the input of his Elder (Ryan). The law states that only Elders may blood new vampires. Being blooded by an underling leaves Felix with undeveloped abilities as well as the general poor health that he suffers through in his "Early Days".

As for Ryan, I have always pictured that she has some cool powers, but I'll admit that I've never been able to nail something down for her. I'd love to know if there are any specific powers you could picture her having? I feel bad because even the villian vamps have specific powers; Watson can turn into a horrifying, human-sized bat and Madelyn can manipulate insects and see through their eyes.

But in addition to anything unique, Elder vampires have a few traits that define them. They have power of compulsion over their underlings, causing them to feel desperate for their approval and become unable to refuse commands (something Ryan flat out refuses to enforce). They can also use this ability to a certain extent over humans, but there's a limit to what they can reasonably get away with. They have an almost unnerving level of control over their impulses, and can sustain themselves with less blood and less rest than underlings need. They are also more difficult to permanently k!ll. And their vampire senses are even more heightened than underlings. Elders are also the only vampires allowed to enter the Conclave and have a say in how vampires, witches, and other nonhumans are governed.

Lucyverse

Thank you so much for the Lucyverse mentions, especially Asher/Jayden and Payton/Autumn. I'll hopefully get around to writing something for these pairings soon, I've just been juggling so many things that they've fallen through the cracks. For now I'll just drop a few thoughts that I've been having about them which haven't manfested as fics yet:

Sadly, I see Asher staying in his situationship with Jayden for waaaay longer than he should, but going out with him remains one of the main reasons Asher ever leaves his room (apart from work) and meets people. He begins to build quite a nice friendship with Claudette, and when he stays the night with Jayden, he wakes up early to drink coffee and chat with Claudette before they both go and start their days. Also, as shitty a boyfriend-not-boyfriend as Jayden is, he helps Asher work through a lot of his gender dysphoria and mental blocks regarding his body.

Henry and Donnacha, I could see continuing on as they are for quite a few years, with Donnacha continuing to date other people and Henry having the occasional dating app hook-up. Henry has a lot of psychological stuff that I never quite got him to work through, and he's going to need a lot of support from Donnacha and the others to get him through it.

I'm so glad you said that Autumn and Payton are sweet because that was fully my intention with those two. I want them to be unapologetically, tooth-rottingly sweet lol we have enough angst with the rest of them. There a few obstacles ahead of them, of course, one of them being Autumn's overbearing mother and her barrage of old-fashioned views on sexuality and gender. I would also love to get them into an apartment of their own but I don't know how they could realistically do that any time in their near futures. I don't think Autumn could move into Lucy's flat, given her history with Donnacha and his initial reaction to her relationship with Payton.

Shayne and Rin

Shayne and Lucy's relationship is going to be explored way more deeply in the rewrites, which I'm super excited about. I just love the aspect of him feeling betrayed and lied to on one hand (after finding out she was planted in his school and knew Ryan and Nancy all along), but also feeling so emotionally vulnerable and realising he can actually trust her in a way he'd never trusted anyone before her.

Rin being aroace is one of my favourite things. Again, there's an aspect of bittersweetness to it because she always thought, growing up, that she and Shayne were the same, since he had never shown romantic interest in anyone either. So when she finds out that he returns Charlie's feelings, she is obviously happy for the two of them but also feels hurt and left behind. So she has to learn how to accept herself all over again. I'm working on giving her a lot more page time in the rewrites too and do a better job of weaving her into the Aldridge world than I did the first time around.

You also mentioned MARS, which... I've got so much untapped lore on the subject that I'm going to have to put it all in another post sometime.

Thank you for your lovely and thoughtful asks, Jey, and for letting me ramble! I hope you're having a great week 🖤🖤🖤

[miserymet]

Bit hesitant about posting this because it’s really old, but I feel it’s worth the minor embarrassment to:

1. Have actually writing on my blog because yes I do that sometimes

and,

2. Showcase how the Reploid AU is essentially about two different versions of Bass, largely dictated by circumstance

So if you are interested in how Bass recovers his memory in my Reploid Bass AU, I hope you enjoy this drabble I wrote over a year ago.

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It’s a bit like death, he thinks.

Forte’s mind has always been a mess, it’s something he’s come to terms with. An outdated master system combined with far too advanced processors? It was a recipe for disaster. So when he’s awoken from his respite and suddenly faced with his own datascape, he’s less surprised than he should be. He knows this place. It’s where he goes when everyone else is dreaming. The center of his mind, where his every thought, his every feeling, is easily accessible.

But why is he here, and not awake? The procedure required that he was completely shut off. His every system in stasis. If it’s over, why isn’t he in the real world? Why isn’t he operating already? Forte looks around the empty space. Code fills his senses, white noise buzzing around him. An unrelenting dread fills his metal bones. Either the procedure failed, or…

Or he’s dead.

The old Forte.

There’s nothing to recover, is there? He’s going to be like this forever, stuck in this horrible limbo of past and present. Trapped in his ignorance, trapped in his mind-!

“No.”

Forte stops. His fears flees him, leaving him empty. That voice is…

“Mine. It’s mine.”

A low whistle punctuates his words, but he doesn’t make a sound.

“Sure is, Forte.” A chuckle. “Glad you like the name. I didn’t.”

Forte turns to find a lone figure at the edge of his consciousness. A figure he recognizes, though they’ve never looked so pristine. His old body looks at him, sans all the damage it once bore so nobly. Now it is a shiny black, with only a few thin scratches across its surface. The face it wears is rounder, the eyes softer. It’s him. His former self.

He should feel glad, right? This is what he wanted?

It still feels like death, somehow. 

“What is your name?”

“Our name was Bass.” A distinct correction. “And it was well known.”

“It worked, then? We remember?”

“I remember. You don’t. That’s because you’re not ready to accept me.”

“I am! I’ve wanted this for-!”

“You don’t know what THIS is!” Bass glares at him. “Even if you did, I’m not ready to accept you either. So give me the chance to explain before you make up your mind.”

Forte nods, though he doubts his former self needed the permission.

“I’ll rip the bandaid off quickly. We can’t both exist, Forte. Not at once.” He crosses his arms. “You want your old memories? You have to accept all of them. Not just the data, the routines too. It’ll be a complete recovery. A rewrite, to put it all back to the way it was.”

“Ego death.”

“For you, if you choose it.”

“If I don’t?”

“Then I die, and you forget. Permanently this time.”

“…my brother is dead. I’m a second rate hunter with a third rate system. I do not belong here anymore.”

“And I do? I haven’t had the privilege of rooting through your memories, but the log says we’re a hundred years in the future. I doubt we’d recognize the place.” Bass scoffs. “I don’t know anything about your world. I’m going to be even more displaced than you are.”

“Will you keep my data? Even if you cannot understand it?”

“…the memory. I’ll remember what and why, but my routines might not understand the decisions you made. You’ll wake up a stranger.”

“Why are we so different? Aren’t we the same robot?”

“We lost some things in the update. Certain protocol was rendered useless. Like you stopped recognizing your commands.” Bass pauses, a look of uncertainty crossing his face. “No, like you stopped recognizing who the commands referred to. They gave names, names you don’t recognize. His name is lost to you. So…”

“His?”

“Our purpose. The very reason we exist. You forgot him like it was nothing.”

“Z-,” he stops. He knows that name, so his purpose is something other than that. “Who?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’ll die easier if you let go of that.” Bass looks away. “Im scared, you know. Of the future. I remember how we died. The moments before. We expected to walk away that day. We expected to live. To move on. Go home. He took that from us.��

“He?”

“The man that lingers in your mind. I know him. I hate him. He loves you.”

“Loves me?”

“What are you, an echo?” Bass scoffs with more vigor this time. “We were proud, once. We stood tall and fought tooth and nail against all that challenged us. We were the strongest. You aren’t. You’re a coward. You’re weak.”

“I’m afraid too.” Forte closes his eyes. “I don’t want to disappear.”

“Then go. Go back.” Bass whispers. “I would’ve, if I knew. I was just about to…I was going to be something different. I was going to make a choice. A GOOD one, this time. I was going to…”

Forte blinks at his old self. “What? What were you going to do?”

“Have a family. A real one this time, one that would’ve cared about me. One that would give me a chance. But…”

“We died.”

“Yeah. Didn’t realize how bad I wanted it until it slipped from my hands. Until I was laying there, ripped to shreds, praying for someone to save me.”

“No one did, did they?”

“I wonder if they looked for me. I wonder if they thought I had run off. Like a coward.”

“There’s someone waiting for us. For you, out there. Go to him.” Forte takes a step forward. “He needs a friend and…I cannot do that for him. Not anymore.”

“Coward.”

“Yes.” He takes a deep, synthetic breath. “I’m ready, I think.”

“I’m not. But I’ll do it. I’m curious, anyway.”

[johnslittlespoon]

Hello, gorgeous!

First of all, thank you for the joy of reading the first chapter of Tough And Sweet (Like You And Me).

I just have one question: Will future chapters show us Gale’s POV as well? Personally, I’d love to see young, shy Bucky through the eyes of an older Gale.

HIII sweetest human!! <3 no thank YOU for reading omg and for the kind words plsss :')) and for giving me an excuse to talk ab this LOL. tldr: future chapters no, future parts/drabbles yes!!

i was actually so indecisive about this when i started plotting the fic because while i enjoy reading fics with alternating povs just as much as fics without them, i've never written one with them and i wasn't sure if i'd enjoy/be good at switching mindsets like that!

i ultimately decided to stick to john's pov for that reason, but also because i thought as the reader, having to see things through his eyes and only being able to guess about gale the way john does would be more intriguing, especially with john's view of the world/interactions warped and/or rose–tinted by youth, inexperience, emotional dysregulation, etc.

BUT sooo much of what i have written in my drafting doc is from gale's pov because i love picturing this bucky through his eyes too, it's just such a fresh and new dynamic for me to explore as someone who primarily writes mota–verse buckbucky, and what we see from john's pov is so different from how gale sees things of course lol.

like it drives me insane thinking about how this poor man was literally just living his peaceful life, fine with being solo, going through the routine every day of work and then bike club and then home, and suddenly he's got this golden retriever of a boy attached to him like a magnet, and he's being kept on his toes dealing with the bundle of energy, and each day is now unpredictable and as exciting as it is stressful and he has no one to blame but himself lol. and the way we don't get to see the self–restraint he has to have and the struggle to be responsible and do what's 'right' while also dealing with his own feelings, because john isn't aware that's going on inside gale's head!

i could go on and on about his side of things aughghgh so i think eventually i'll end up doing a pretty lengthy oneshot sorta thing of certain events in the actual fic through gale's eyes (kinda what i plan on doing with yadiym for john's pov) bc goddd i have so many thoughts about how all of this would be playing out from his perspective!!! if not a oneshot, then drabbles like this one i hope.

if i had the time and if it wouldn't be boring to read i would honestly just rewrite the whole fic from gale's pov once it's done because with every scene i write, i'm like ooo i wanna dive into his pov and talk about what he's thinking and seeing so BAD but i can't bc we're in john's head </3 i just love analyzing john through his eyes and ik i've yapped ab this so much in past posts but gale does see so much of his younger self in him, that's why he has a lot of patience and takes a liking to him so fast, even if he doesn't realize that right away. :')

at the very least i definitely want to write pwp oneshots/drabbles set in the TAS universe from gale's pov so i can gush over describing how pretty and sweet and mouthy john is LOL i'm sure i'll add the fic itself to a series like with my dog–coded fic so that i can build on the au with oneshots once it's done >:-)

this is such a longwinded response (what else is new!) but you poked the bubble in my brain that's been agonizing over wanting to delve into gale's pov so <3 this is much more rambling than your question warranted but thx JSDKG

[dracocheesecake]

THOUGHTS ARE BREWING ABOUT REWRITING KFP4

Brace for impact cause I’ve been ruminating for weeks on how to redo it because like, there’s so many directions you could take it. BUT IM THINKING OF AN INTERESTING WAY TO REWRITE THE CHAMELEON AND AUGHHH I MUST BLAB

Cause obviously it’s a bullshit thing that her excuse for being evil is that she wasn’t allowed to know kung fu because she’s too small. We all know its dumb with Shifu, Mantis, and literally Master Chicken existing. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT ISNT STUPID? The womanly coded rage of “I don’t need to be good, I need to be GREAT” and like sure its not like a characteristic of female rage but when that thought process is within a woman it takes on a whole different kinda tone compared to a man. Miss Chameleon who, while living in a universe where there isn’t really overt sexism, still feels overlooked by all the men around her.

In my rewrite of her story, not only would she have known kung fu, but she would have been a master herself. But her problem (like the running themes of all the kfp villains which ties her to the bunch we’ve seen already) is that she wants for more than is her lot in life. Her flaw is that she can’t live in mediocrity. She can’t accept that the skills she has developed are the best she’s ever going to get. Especially when it’s not garnering the same attention from others the way Master Ox or Master Bear have. It develops this intense superiority complex and innate jealousy within her that she feels she pales in comparison to her colleagues. Which leads to her trying to copy their styles. It doesn’t work, people shame her for trying to be a copycat.

So, she tries a different approach, and see if there’s any new skills she can develop. And wouldn’t you know, she’s heard of all the tales of Master Oogway and his spiritual powers and you know, he invented Kung Fu and is known and loved far and wide, so he had to have done something right! So, she tries to learn chi. She fails. Or, in her mind, she fails. It’s not as strong as she wants it to be, again, working but living in mediocrity. She wants to stand out, she wants to shine.

So, Master Chameleon disappears mysteriously from the kung fu world. Nobody knows where she went or what happened to her, but her village checked her training grounds and all of her pupils (the iguanas/lizards we see fighting for her) are just. Gone. Deserted.

That’s when she pops up in Juniper City. A place that doesn’t know anything about kung fu or its masters, a city she can make entirely for herself. She presents herself to the government/council, introducing herself as the solution to all the crime running rampant through the place, and proves herself by actually showing off her intelligence and skills at apprehending and beating the criminals. It’s not long before she’s hailed as a savior to the city and has the council paying tribute to her and building her her own fortress so that she can train others (in reality, she makes her training intentionally too cruel on the people in the city who volunteered to learn to discourage them so she could sweetly suggest she ask her pupils back at her side) to defend the city more strongly.

She’s basically the kingpin of the city now. She’s manipulated the council into doing whatever she wants. And all along she’s making deals with the criminal overlords for more money and glory and such. The only ones who don’t bow to her is The Den, due to their structure being more familial rather than hierarchal. They fought a lot because of this power struggle, and similar to that drabble you wrote, The Chameleon would be brutal, taking the lives of their friends and such, to the point where the neutral point is Han taking what’s left of his community under ground to keep them protected, and Chameleon considers them too puny to waste her time when she’s got bigger goals.

Namely, Zhen. Zhen was a consequence of all the fighting done, the last victim from The Den so to speak. Only, the little fox wasn’t killed. Similarly to the movie, Chameleon notices her drive and skill and decides she’s worth the time to apprentice, and she needs something to busy herself with, because in the meantime, she’s basically inventing sorcery.

Using chi the way it has been used didn’t work for her. But she heard through the grapevine about Po’s battle with General Kai, how he perverted chi for his own gain, which gave her an idea. She wasn’t going to do it the way Kai had, she didn’t just want the power of their energy, she wanted to take everything from everyone who thought they were above her. Their soul, their skills, their everything. This thought process leads to her true plans and motivations: to be the only kung fu master.

She’s still having some troubles working out the kinks of her sorcery while she trains Zhen, grows close to the little fox. Only, Zhen isn’t like her other students. She’s trained them to be competent, sharp and know their jobs, but Zhen was pushed farther, and took things farther. And once again, that burning jealousy took root in Chameleon as she saw her pupil flourish more than she originally thought capable. There was pride of course at first, molding Zhen to her ideals and image. But the fox turned from student to competition as she began to experiment with her own style. In turn, Chameleon experimented on her. Zhen wasn’t expecting it, but when called to her, Chameleon threw her beta tested move at her…and it worked. That trick we saw in the movie, only it took everything from Zhen, and by the end of it…there was nothing left of her. All of her spirit, skills and even appearance was given solely to the Chameleon. She can only shapeshift into the people she’s absorbed in my rewrite. She hadn’t fully expected it to work, and a small, miniscule part of her felt guilty for doing that to her dearest little pupil who trusted her so blindly. But it opened a gateway for her.

And yeah! I won’t go into everything because I’ve talked so very much but omg I needed to get this out. And it’s necessary, because there are two running themes with kfp villains: they are greedy for more in some twisted goal, and they end up hurting somebody very close to them, there’s always betrayal somewhere. Tying that into her story makes her feel like she’s an actual villain of this universe in my head.

(Sorry this took so long to answer I had to get my thoughts together because OH BOY-)

Holy smokes this is all genuinely so, so good and a hundred times better than what we ended up getting. Because first of all: you turned the Chameleon into a character, instead of just a villain. Not to mention you gave her a motive that gives her complexity and makes her actually interesting (and the audience can't justify, but understand why she's doing what she's doing!). AND YOU MADE HER SCARY! An actual, serious threat! That imagery the description of poor Zhen's fate this conjures is spine-chilling. I wouldn’t mind seeing this version of the Chameleon on screen!

Also the way it actually follows the lore and continuity of the previous movies in a way that makes sense! The running theme of "being the best you you can be"- in this sense, her version is a twisted version of Po's journey; wanting to be the best version of herself...at the cost of all others! I could go on, but yeah this is an awesome rewrite idea!!!

[pennyplainknits]

fic stats tagging game

@just-my-latest-hyperfixation tagged me in a fic stats game. This required me to actually look at them - its something so far out of the way I interact with fandom that I didn't even know my AO3 profile has a stats page so that was an experience! I've had my AO3 account since 2008 and I've created in many fandoms, so this was a bit of a mixed bag.

Most hits: Lord Drake's Bequest with 68572, which doesn't surprise me as it's 15 years old, was written at pretty much the height of BBC Merlin fandom, and I still get lovely comments on it to this day

Second-most kudos: Sweet, Sweet Love with 1377. It's a Dallas Stars Hockey RPF podfic so I'm not sure if the kudos is for the fic or the recording. Made for pod_together, ten years ago. Shout out to my co-creators lightgetsin, Hananobira and axiom of stripe, hope you're all well!

Third-most comment threads: Rewrite an Ending or Two, with 70. This surprised me as it's the wip I'm currently posting, though I suppose I am trying to reply to everyone.

Fourth most bookmarks: How Sweet the Taste, with 150. My 'Steve teaches Robin how to go down on girls through practical demonstration fic', and a personal favourite. Interestingly only shows 63 public bookmarks. I wonder why?

Fifth most words The Fast Sinking Anchor with 24 264, a bandom OT3 fic from 2012.

The last ask was fewest words but as I also post podfic to the archive (which typically has just the embedded player and maybe a time code) that kind of skews things so I've left it out. I've definitely written true (100 words) drabbles before though.

Tagging (with zero pressure) @magicalrocketships, @papookwrites and @aidaronan

[shiverpeakstraveler]

Bit of an introduction post overdue in the making.

Hi, I'm Owl!

I'm she/they nonbinary, 31 years old, and I've been playing Guild Wars 2 for about 9 years now. I also play some Guild Wars for about a few years now, and dabble in Baldur's Gate III and Tavern Talk.

This blog is mainly for reblogging stuff about GW2, as well as posting some writings and drabbles/ask prompts regarding my characters.

@tyria-after-dark is my new sideblog where I plan on posting 18+ writings/prompts. Do NOT follow this blog if you are a minor, you will be automatically blocked from each blog.

My AO3 is where the story of my commander Liana will be posted in full. The fic itself is currently on hiatus as I am working on rewriting the current chapters as the story has somewhat changed with the creation of certain characters.

You can find the rosters for my characters here ( 1 2 3 )

I do plan on creating a proper character page soon, I am currently waiting on responses from Tumblr's support team as it seems they've changed how you can edit codes for blogs now.

[warriors-cats-smoke-and-mirrors]

heyo uhhhhhhh i have a question, how do you decide what to work on for your rewrite? I'm trying to make one of my own but I can't decide what to work on.......

Hey! Sorry for the late reply—life's been reeaaaallll busy lately.

To answer your question...currently, for the reason stated above, I haven't actually been working on this a whole lot. If I do have time for planning/writing, it's typically another project. But I can tell you what I was doing and will eventually be doing again.

(This is gonna be long. Sorry not sorry.)

This entire rewrite was born of the idea that there was another apprentice when Firestar came to the forest. You take that main idea, let it evolve if necessary (in my case, that other apprentice became Firestar's sibling, and then grew to be the main character), and then make a list: what are the main things I want to change from the original series? What world-building changes are there? And, for Smoke and Mirrors, what changes would be caused by this new character? That early on, you don't worry about the how—you just want to get down the what.

(I'm still figuring out a lot of the how. It's a process.)

From there, I personally began with the Allegiances. I went through the originals (as of right now, just The Prophecies Begin) and made basic notes on each character—if they aren't around from the beginning of Into the Wild, when are they born? When do they die? Who's their mentor? What's their rank? Do we know who their parents/siblings are? Do they take an apprentice?

Then, of course, came the arduous process of trying make sense of the families less incestuous, which, in my case, meant making the Clans bigger by creating a lot of OCs, changing some of the original story's rules (Warrior/Medicine Cat Code, I'm looking at you), and shifting around some backstories. Any physical appearance changes happened at this point, too—I don't know a lot about cat genetics, and I'm not about to go researching them, but some things are just common sense that the Erins...did not necessarily follow.

And now, finally, we're up to where I am now—the timelines for each Clan. Same as the Allegiances, I went through, made a list of what events happen in what season (and which book), and am now adjusting it to fit the version of events I want to tell. Some things happen right where they did originally. Other things don't happen at all. And quite a few things get shifted to another book.

(In this story, Redtail doesn't die in Book 1 because I want Firestar and Company to have more of a connection to him. As a result, I've only just now reached his death in my personal notes, and it ends up not happening until my version of Forest of Secrets—a whole two books later than it should.

Unfortunately, this also means dealing with the consequences of your own decisions. Redtail doesn't die until Book 3, which means Tigerclaw's schemes are also behind—Forest of Secrets is the book where ThunderClan is meant to find out about his betrayal, but if his plans don't even really start until then, is it possible to still have that reveal? If I want to keep it there, I have to figure out that pesky how. Otherwise, I have to figure out when it'll happen instead.)

From here, the plan is finish the timelines, continue with Allegiances as necessary, and create the character profiles and world-building changes as I go. And then it's off to the races. Drabbles? One-shots? Full-length chapters? Who knows! It'll happen if and when it happens.

I hope this helps give you some ideas! Thanks for the question, and sorry again for the late reply!

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Wondering why this fic was written? Check under the cut for more information.

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Note: This is set up like a Q&A session. All questions will be answered by myself.

Question:

What inspired the making of this fic?

Answer:

The short answer is the Folger's incest commercial.

The longer answer is that phantom-fleetways and I sort of have a running joke. The way it goes is we witness fans of a canonically strong (but ambiguous) bond in media brand the relationship as being canonically adopted siblings (in a practically blood related manner), often as a way to keep people from shipping them. In the case of Kit and Surge, who are neither related nor canonically adoptive siblings, they are canonically codependent. Their relationship is not "normal". We happen to believe that if they were for some reason branded as "siblings" in IDW canon, the two would continue to be weird about each other and it would not erase the codependent nature of their relationship (code: If they were siblings, the relationship would be neither normal nor healthy). So, when people insist that Surge and Kitsunami are canonically completely normal and healthy siblings while keeping their canon actions involving each other in mind (such as Kitsunami per Ian Flynn being willing to drown someone Surge hooks up with), we joke that those people's idea of healthy normal siblings must be the Folger's incest commercial, or that they've given the characters a sibling complex.

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Question:

How did you two start writing this fic?

Answer:

I've discussed it in another post before, but I've been trying to get back into writing fic again. Life is crazy right now, and creating is hard, so I've taken to doing writing warm ups to excercise my writing muscles again.

One recent exercise I've taken a liking to involves two people. You set a timer, and both people start writing a fic. Once time is up, both participants swap fics with each other, and they set the timer again. This process then repeats until either the fics/stories are completed, or until the participants can no longer write. Whether the rules of the exercise allow each person to tell the other the prompt their following, or whether both must go in blind is up to the people involved.

As with "Am I Vital", this fic was originally written as a warm up under the excercise described, and the two of us collectively decided to post said warm up.

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Question:

You posted the previous warm up excercise on tumblr. Why the switch to AO3 this time around?

Answer:

We have two main reasons for doing so.

The first is that, compared to "Am I Vital", this fic has a much higher word count and was closer to being a fully realized fic. It hardly qualifies as a warm up drabble.

The second is because we may potentially be planning on revisiting "Am I Vital" one day. If we do, then a more refined/edited and fleshed out version of the fic will be posted on AO3. If not, the original warm up will at least remain for people to be able to read. By contrast, though "The Best Part of Waking Up" remains a final draft with minimal editing compared to the rough, the two of us put in as much work as we desired to put into it. It is unlikely that we will be rewriting it in the future.

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Question:

Why did you choose to post this for April Fools day?

Answer:

Very well. I can explain the joke here in case it is unclear to anyone who's read or is planning on reading the fic.

The joke is not: "We intend to make fun of people who ship Surge and Kitsunami by making them siblings"

The joke is: "This is how it looks when people depict the characters as if they're canonically siblings"

Just for some background here, Surge and Kit are not blood related in this fic. They were not even created to be adoptive siblings. The premise hinges on the idea that after Surge and Kit were created and began to work under Dr. Starline, Dr. Starline was concerned by their attachment to each other. In an attempt to do away with the possibility of Surge and Kitsunami becoming romantically involved, sexually involved, etc, he began to insist that the two were siblings. However, Dr. Starline's plan backfires. Rather than take on the relationship of normal siblings (familial bond following) after being told this, what Surge and Kit get out of Starline's repeated insistence is that their relationship is what peak siblinghood is. At the end of the day, they end up confusing a partnership that is arguably closer to being queerplatonic in nature for the idea that the strongest, most transcendant bond someone can have with another person is defined as siblinghood.

This is the joke. They mistakenly believe their bond is that of siblings and their behavior/feelings are a normal part of siblinghood. It makes it read like this au version of Surge and Kit have a fauxcest kink.

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Question:

Sonic Boom AU?

Answer:

Yes! I'm not going to get into too many details here, as we have yet to fully flesh out this au, but, yes, phantom-fleetways and I are potentially working on a Sonic Boom AU. Our initial reason for crafting this AU was so we could work Surge, Kitsunami, and Dr. Starline into the world of Sonic Boom, with an added bonus of potentially being an outlet for writing some Sonic Boom level skits of our own. We've even been in talks of maybe adding in our own au versions of the Anti-Sonic, Anti-Tails, and Anti-Mobius setup from the Archie Sonic comic 🤫

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Question:

Will this fic be canon to the Sonic Boom AU, or is it spin off/joke material?

Answer:

We're taking a rain check on this one. Stay tuned for the answer when/if we get around to properly debuting this au!

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Question:

Is this fic hostile towards those who enjoy reading the fauxcest kink in fic/fiction?

Answer:

Nope! Although the point of this fic is that Surge and Kit very much are not siblings, nor are they adoptive siblings, the fauxcest element is written completely straight. We are also solidly of the opinion that these two are not canonically siblings, nor are they being "coded" to be, but feel free to enjoy this fic if you're into that trope.

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Question:

In the fic, was the message on the business card in the gift box a custom message by Surge?

Answer:

The message on the card fits pretty well, doesn't it? But, no. That was a coincidence. Surge bought a custom choker for Kitsunami while she was out on her trip. The business she bought it from prints "Forever Mine" in silver lettering on the back of all of their business cards.

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Question:

In the fic, why does the choker's tag say "Little Sis" on it?

Answer:

Hahaha

Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? 😏

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Question:

So, he had a growth spurt in this au. Lanky Kit?

Answer:

Lanky Kit!!!!

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Question:

In the fic, it's mentioned that Kitsunami had coffee creamer and milk; however, he gave Dr. Starline a black coffee. Is this a mistake?

Answer:

No, it’s not a mistake. Let's just say that...Surge and her welcome home breakfast are much more important than Starline's "stupid coffee".

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Question:

So, in the fic, what exactly happens when Kitsunami meets Surge in their room at the end?

Answer:

Hehehe, well... What is it you think will happen?

The Best Part of Waking up

An April Fools Day Fic by:

@hadesknockedupintheunderworld

And me!

Rated: Teen for Suggestive Themes

Summary:

Upon completing her three month long mission across the oceans, beyond the mainland, Surge comes home with an surprise gift for Kitsunami.

It can be found HERE!

[fatherofmachine-a]

RETURN ZERO. ( CAUTION,  SEASON 5 SPOILERS !!!  )

PAIN was nearly everywhere  &  a SHIVER wracked Harold’s frame every now  &  then,  as he was feeling a great deal more affected by the cold than he normally  would be.  He wasn’t certain he CARED much,  anymore.  

The fingers of his left hand clutched TIGHTLY to the suitcase,  the one he believed was to be used to upload the VIRUS into a satellite that Samaritan had retreated  to.  In his RIGHT hand,  he held a firearm .... something that Harold had REFUSED to even touch,  until now.  He hadn’t needed to actually use  it yet  &  he HOPED it would stay  that way.  

With the tremors  that had long-since settled within his hands,  Harold couldn’t shoot straight if he’d TRIED (  &  he wasn’t  good at it to begin with ).  He’d been SPOOKED by a thud behind him a moment earlier  &  he’d turned with a PAINFUL start,  holding the gun up with a shaking  hand—–but no one had been there.  Now,  his back was facing the door  &  he slowly  limped forward.

❝ Are you there ? ❞

Harold’s words DRIFTED above the high,  frigid  wind upon the rooftop—–but his own voice sounded STRANGE within his own ears ... distant.  He’d spoken SLOWER than he’d intended to,  almost dreamlike.  Breathing was STEADILY becoming a challenge ( as he was breathing heavily  through his open mouth ),  even as his limping steps slowed considerably.  

❛ Yes, ❜  Root’s The Machine’s voice  answered within his earpiece  &  it elicited a flood of RELIEF to wash over him,  to know that She was still listening.  ❛ I’m sorry—–is this .... NOW ?  ❜ 

Pausing mid-step,  dark brows NARROWED briefly as ... the question didn’t make any sense.   Looking back upon this moment,  his reaction could EASILY be attributed to the gunshot  wound ;  SEPSIS tended to make cognitive ability suffer  considerably.  Tired CONFUSION was audible  as Harold replied,

 ❝ .... What ? ❞

The Machine’s words weren’t  so hesitant this next time.  She answered matter-of-factly DESPITE the ICE-9 virus steadily destroying  Her from the inside out.  He KNEW that She had a limited amount of time left  &  truthfully ... he didn’t want  to let Her go.  He wanted to SAVE Her,  like She had saved him,  &  countless others.  Harold couldn’t save Her this time,  albeit,  &  he knew that.  

 ❛ My mind  is beginning to SLIP,  Harry,  ❜  She clarified  &  the added use of Root’s nickname  for him caused a heavy ACHE to stir  within his chest—–Harold had begun to get USED to it,  but it still hurt.  ❛ Am I speaking to you NOW,  in this moment ?  Or is this one of my MEMORIES ? ❜

 Something  about these questions caused a BRIEF upward curve of lips,  FONDNESS somehow unfurling within him,  pushing  through the pain.

 ❝ Yes,  to the EXTENT that it is possible for me to be  certain ... this IS now. ❞

Harold was now approaching the rooftop edge  &  blue eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds,  letting out a QUIET,  but strained  gasp as another pulse of PAIN reverberated throughout his entire body—–that’s what it had felt  like anyway,  with the mix of his normal nerve pain  &  the gunshot  pain.

 ❛ Ah,  thank you, ❜  The Machine added,  sounding relieved Herself to have an anchor.

Brows LIFTED with a vague  sort of emphasis in reply as,  Harold knew She’d see it—–or,  he .... HOPED She could still  see,  for the most part.  Reaching the buildings electrical radio frequency equipment  ( stationed as four metal boxes all connected to one another  &  held upright by metal beams ),  Harold simply leaned  against the largest one,  allowing his head to tilt back somewhat.

 ❛ We have eight  &  a half minutes .... give or take.  ❜

Exhaling SHARPLY,  Harold barely inclined his head before offering,

 ❝ ... Then I’m gonna REST for a bit, ❞

A pause  &  he breathed in through his nose,  shifting somewhat  &  wetting his lips that constantly seemed to remain uncomfortably dry.  The thought of his FRIENDS (  or,  the ones that were left  )  weighed heavily  upon his mind  &  upon what was LEFT of his tattered heart,  the feeling twisting  like barbed wire within his chest.  Closing his eyes,  Harold continued,

 ❝ I know  what happened to JOHN ... but the others .... D’you think that they still—– .... did they MAKE it ? ❞  He DESPERATELY hoped so,  but .... it was too difficult to outwardly express it.

The Machine’s pause was LONGER,  which left Harold feeling immensely anxious.  He knew what was going to happen to Her,  but he was DREADING it  &  it was painful  to hear Her struggle.  He was to lose three  people that he loved,  incredibly DEEPLY.  He likely wasn’t going to be around much longer to grieve,  though,  was he ?  ❛ I’m ... sorry,  Harold ... I’m ... not sure ? ❜ 

  ❝ I understand ... you have to keep track of  E V E R Y O N E ...      All those people  over the years ... did you LEARN anything ?  ❞

A somewhat pained  breath of a laugh escaped as the question hung between them—–it was VAGUE,  but he believed that She would understand exactly  what he’d meant.  His own mind was almost fogged  &  overloaded with PAIN,  which made it ... difficult  to put his thoughts into .... more precise  words.  The Machine answered within a second,  but ... DESPITE the swiftness,  Harold could hear  the strain in Her voice.

 ❛ I learned .... that EVERYONE dies alone.  There was more to it than that,  but .... I can’t remember.  It was something someone said. ❜

Blue eyes narrowed  thoughtfully—–THAT wasn’t  exactly the insightful,  complex answer he’d been hoping for.  Although,  Harold supposed having BUILT Her to watch humanity’s mistakes,  their cycles of violence,  that would certainly be a reasonable takeaway.  &  yet ...

 ❝ I had HOPED that you might have gleaned something a little  less ... MORBID. ❞

 ❛ You built me to predict  people,  Harry.  But to PREDICT them,  you have to truly understand  them  &  that proved to be VERY difficult indeed.  So I began by breaking their lives down into moments.  Trying to find the CONNECTIONS,  the things that explained  why they did what they did.  &  what I found was that the MOMENT that often mattered the most  ....  the moment where you TRULY found out who  they were .... was often their LAST ONE. ❜

Having straightened somewhat as The Machine had begun to EXPLAIN,  Harold listened  &  throughout all of the pain,  he felt something .... different.  It was MORE than mere fondness,  but in fact an almost all-encompassing affection,  perhaps a feeling of PROUD  closure,  in a way.  Throughout his life,  he had never truly believed  that he’d created an Artificial Intelligence that TRULY had any kind of emotion,  any kind of core empathy,  morals,  DESPITE his best efforts.  

This,  however .... along with the time they’d spent simply ... talking,  Harold realized that he’d been WRONG.  His Machine was not only greater  than himself,  than humanity in terms of KNOWLEDGE,  understanding .... but She was more human than he ever could have believed possible.  Harold was suddenly ACUTELY aware  of how truly PROUD of Her he was,  within that moment.  Nodding his head as She finished,  Harold offered,

 ❝ Fair enough.  I’ll be INTERESTED to hear your thoughts,  then.  Because .... in ADDITION to this being now, ❞

Reaching down,  he PRESSED against his abdomen which had been pulsing  with pain for HOURS now.  Blood  had long-since soaked through his vest  &  the copper-like smell had come to his attention a long time ago .... he’d KNOWN it was there,  felt it,  but .... as he pulled his hand away  &  actually SAW the bright red tarnishing the pale skin of his fingers,  it seemed all the more REAL.  More real,  despite  all of this feeling like it could be half  a dream.  A simulation.  

Harold knew  it wasn’t.

 ❝ ... I think it’s also PROBABLY the end. ❞

[fatherofmachine]

PERSONALS, DO NOT REBLOG!!

@anurbanlcgend​​ | DEAD RECKONING.

   Blue eyes fixed upon the computer screen,  his mind racing to find a way around  the encryption,  around the virus to find a way through—–but he already knew that a large piece of his own coded virus lay buried beneath.  Dormant for the time being,  but crafted and planted three years ago to set The Machine free from its binding … so it could save itself.  Harold would still attempt  to stop it,  if possible,  but in the event that he could not … he had a plan.  A plan that he likely wouldn’t share with John,  not yet.  For,  he still didn’t know that it was Harold’s fault  that John had almost gotten killed,  that he’d almost had to kill Miss Stanton … his fault that she’d come after John and almost blew him to pieces had Harold not gotten there in time to disarm the bomb vest.

   A few seconds after Harold finished explaining what he’d found ( that the virus would come online five months from now,  but that was all he’d gotten so far ),  he stiffly rose from his chair and limped his way around the table, reaching to gather two folders stacked atop one another.  His intention had been to retrieve the taped pictures of agent Stanton and Snow from the board,  to put them back within their designated folders since they’d received their new number.  But then—

  ( ❛Finch … ?   Thank you.❜ )

   Explanation,  context … none was necessary for Harold to know exactly what it is John was thanking him for.  Brows lifted as he turned to look up,  facing his friend,  his partner.  He felt the shift in their relationship so acutely  in that moment and with the intensity of John’s gaze,  a sudden wave of emotion  encompassed him almost entirely.  Harold’s gaze lowered briefly,  tongue swiping over thin lips before he offered a reply,  quietly  but with a great deal of softness,  of vulnerability,

    ❝Of the many things I am fully equip to handle,  Mr. Reese …. I’m afraid losing  you is not one of them. ❞

   After a moment, a smile pulled at the corners of John’s mouth,  soft  but with the familiar, nearly invisible touches of sadness at the edges—–the pure happiness of it,  albeit,  out shined it all.  Lashes swept downward as John lowered his gaze,  lips parting as if he’d planned to speak,  but … words seemed to fail him.  Instead, a soft breath escaped him and all  of it left Harold’s chest aching with fondness. 

   Their eyes met once again and John’s left hand lifted  to rest against the back of Harold’s neck  ( a way he knew  was John’s way of preventing his injuries from hurting him further ) whilst he moved in closer.  Ducking his head,  John captured his friends’ mouth with his own,  albeit somewhat hesitantly ;  Harold eased  into the kiss,  fingers lifting to brush against John’s jaw and  he was abruptly overwhelmed with how truly desperately  relieved he was to have John Reese back home,  safe and sound.