#another chapter in the book//rp thread

[12thperigeeball]

And thank all of you muns and roleplayers and writers and artists of the fantroll community! This event has been running for 12 years because of all of your love, and I'm happy that we can put another chapter at the end of the book for yet another 12th Perigee Ball.

Thank you to @cloudbattrolls and @chitrolls and my wife for the help this year! I couldn't do this ball without you guys and your input!

Thank you to everyone who drew artwork! Thank you to everyone who wrote fics and rp threads! And thank you for keeping the spirit alive and supporting each other through the event.

Happy holidays!

[iniziare]

🔥well if you're offering chocolate

Not sure if I'll ruffle feathers with this one (as if me being the not-so-friendly neighborhood misogynist wasn't enough), but I'm tired of seeing the claims of 'I want development' throughout the fandom, only to then seeing many not actually really wanting it at all. I think people are very much in love with the idea of dynamics, and ships, but not the actual substance of them. I think people want the so-called 'payoff' of the long-term storytelling without the effort of actually earning it. Newsflash: the endgame will never, ever be as satisfying as you hope it to be, if you skip all of the build-up (or the 'high' certainly won't last as long). But also, after years of going through this, it's really kind of disheartening for those who actually do crave the journey to the end destination. Because it's on some level, false advertisement. We go in with hope, and positive expectations— and then find ourselves in a place that seems like it rushed to the endgame while all we did was blink, and sneeze once, and it feels like the universe displaced us to the final chapter of a book.

I don't know how many people actually want to linger in the in-between anymore. You know what I mean, the little things, the unspoken things, the quiet, and seemingly trivial moments which in all reality are what make the big things matter. The tension of uncertainty, the slow unraveling of the familiar between two people, the weight of the words that are left unsaid in scenes— none of that is given room to breathe. And instead, I most often see people rushing to the climax, skipping the foundation entirely. Characters meet, they smile at one another, and then they're immediately found to be inseparable. A single thread in, and they're already touching on intimacy in the form of a lingering gaze, a hungry thought— ships seem to go from A to Z like a fast-forwarded trip down a checklist, but skipping the messy, human moments that make those milestones on your checklist mean anything.

And it's not just about the romantic pairings, any kind of relationship needs time to settle, to shift, to build in layers. But I think patience in RP is close to a dying art, if it isn't borderline dead already. People want the dynamic without the journey, the intensity without the foundation. And personally, I think this is the root cause to something else that I think is very prevalent in the fandom: quantity over quality. Because if you write without the substance that give things their realism, then they'll feel hollow, and superficial, this is why ships fizzle out, why connections don't last. Because if you don't actually develop something— if you don't let it breath, and grow, and change, then all you really have is an idea of something, and not the actual thing itself.

And to close this out with: here's my thing, if writing like that is how you want to write your dynamics, whether they're platonic or romantic, that's fine, there's nothing wrong with that if it's what you prefer. But then it's vital that you advertise yourself accordingly, so that people know what they're getting themselves into if they choose you as a writing partner to potentially even ship with. If you say you like slow-burn, and development, realize that these words mean something, you can't just say 'this is what I do too', and then not do it. Because if someone takes you at face value (which we should be able to do), and then they end up with a ship that's reached the last show of the night on the Discovery channel, quite a number of us will be really disheartened by that. And it's all because some might want to spend actual, literal months developing these pairings alongside plenty of yapping behind the scenes that never ends, and then we don't get to. And the reason why this is a bigger deal than I think people may give it credit for, is because when ships have reached their end destination, the high for it wears off for so many people (and no, saying 'no no, I'm still interested' doesn't cut it, when your actions actively contradict it). And for anyone who's like me, that's detrimental, because I never leave that high, that honeymoon phase never ends for me, ever. I will be as feral about my ships on day #730, as I was on day #1. And if it seems like I no longer am, guess what— then the above is probably what happened.

Prompt: 🔥for an unpopular opinion. // @resolutepath // No longer accepting

[theskeletongrave]

@galaxythebat liked for a starter!

Character: Kiri

Universe: Unnamed Lucidia AU (Monochrome)

Kiri walked around the snow-filled town, her silver hair blowing in the cold wind. On the outside, the kid seemed only 9 or 10 years old, and acted like it for the most part too. However, if you were to look under the thin curtain of hair that covered her left eye, you'd find a soul with a slight crack along the side; a telltale sign of a no good parasite, even though she wasn't a true parasite.

Children avoided her when she came over to ask to play. She didn't blame them, but when she was in one of her emotional moods it stung a little. The bit of money Rue gave her before she left HQ got her an idea, though.

She entered the warm building with a smile, hurrying to the counter. "Hot chocolate, please." She said as she took out the money needed.

[theparasitefam]

He's just a lil fuzzy...

"Well. Do ya have a therapist?" He asked. "Dat aside... I don't wanna railroad ya inta tellin me. But I also don't want ya ta hafta go through things alone. I think we can both say how dangerous it is ta hold all dat stuff dat's botherin ya inside."

Boss Fight Reversed with Galaxy and you know exactly who

Yeah asdfjkl

I assumed post-emotions though to be fair the only big difference is emotionless Rubi would just. Teleport away. Bye bye Galaxy. For now.

~~~~~~~~

Was that… boss music he heard?

Rubiks grinned nervously. He was absolutely shaking a little- wouldn’t you? “Aha… Galaxy bro… Is dis a good idea…? I. I don’t think dis is really a fair fight ahahaha-” He was slowly backing away, hands up in surrender. “So, uh, let’s take dis to da Gamecube aite? More level playin field dere…” And also less chance of mortal injury.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Horror Book Chapter 5: A Hacker kidnapping Part 2||

*Waving* Hi dears, I'm back with another chapter to the horror book. It seems I still will continue this like I said but I was lost on what to write. So, lets see what this chapter presents. If you wish to read the others so far, chapter list is down below.

~~Book chapters~~

Horror book one: Bloody game of Hide and seek

Horror book two: Darkness of one self

Horror book three: How to Be Evil: Scared Straight Beyond Prank Part 1 and Part 2

Horror book four: Hunting grounds

Horror book five: A hacker's kidnapping part one

((Your reading horror book 5 part two right now))

||Warning||

~Will have horror in the drabble

~Blood and maybe gore will be seen in this

~Scary themes will be also seen as well

~Dark themed is present in this drabble

~~Drabble Summary~~

After being kidnapped, Fosh and Mouse wakes up to see they were in some unknown place. Wrists tied and looking like they were trapped. However, a familiar face was seen startling the hackers. BLT has been the one that kidnapped them and now he's ready to do some experimenting. Now the hackers are on the run from this man. Wanna know how it goes? Read to find out.

((Guests in this drabble))

Jellyfish belongs to my rp partner/friend @demon-blood-youths

Mouse belongs to me and a guest visit from BLT a NPC villain from a old thread will be showing up.

((Just a heads up: Grammar is not good and their will be heavy mistakes but this was written for fun so please enjoy. ))

Heavy panting was heard in the hallway of this place with Fosh and Mouse running to get away from BLT. This place was pretty dark with light dim lighting and their was many electronics around. However, that was not important! They had to get away from him before he catches them!

"We need to find a way out of this hallway! Maybe we can find a computer to contact someone!" he said running even with their wrists tied together with rope still.

"I know we should find something hopefully but we need to get rid of these ropes!" she said but as the two get to a door, she tries to open it only to see it locked.

"Damn locked!" she said struggling trying to open it but Fosh was trying to help her to hear some laughter from behind them. Both Fosh and Mouse looks seeing BLT rushing towards them.

"Come back my beautiful new toys!!! I just wanna cut into you and rip you to bits!" he laughed but the two looks around trying to find a way out till Fosh noticed another door to grab Mouse by the arm to gently push her to the right. "Here, go in here!" He said as the two run into a door but they quickly shut the door and lock it behind to move away from the door. BLT looks around in that area but he was looking seeing his normal machines to laugh.

"Ohhh new toysssssss come out, come out, where ever you are....." He sings out looking around in the hall but didn't know they ran into the right room. Fosh and Mouse was quiet hiding behind a wall but they held their breaths, feeling their hearts pounding in their chests.

"........."

"........"

Fosh and Mouse looks seeing the small window in the door but their was some lights flickering but they didn't say anything to tense seeing BLT's shadow before hiding again. Fosh was scared but he looks away to see they were in some room but it was bigger. The room had screens with static or just turned off. A table was there with something laying on top. Some surgical tools sitting in water that was bloody. Seeing all this made Fosh pale but he slowly didn't want to know before Mouse keeps looking seeing BLT's shadow slowly walking off. She lets out a shaky breath to see that but closes her eyes.

"Geez, that was too close.." she softly said nervous. "Come on Fosh, we need to keep moving to get out of here." she reaches to touch his shoulder as he grabs her wrists to look ahead.

"M..Mouse....." she looks down to him but then looks at what he was seeing. Her own eyes widen seeing the room but it looks to be some lap.

"W..what is this?" she asked disturbed to see the area even the blotches of blood as well. The two hackers looks around but this place already gave bad vibes. The two slowly shook their heads looking around to try finding a way out. They step forward into the lab passing the bloody mess of tools and items even the table with something laying on it. The thing looked human judging by the form. However, when checked closely, she sees blood blotches on the sheets and even more at the top.

"......D..do you think that's.." Fosh started to say but Mouse was too nervous to answer. "......Mouse?"

"..I..I don't know but I get this sick feeling of my answer being true..." she looks away but looks to Fosh. "C...come on, we need to keep moving." she said as the two hackers walk but they did see a knife near by so Mouse carefully reaches to pick it up and start trying to cut Fosh's ropes loose. He waited not looking around this place but he did see the ropes cut rubbing his wrists that showed some rope burn. He then takes the knife to start cutting Mouse's ropes.

He was focused on cutting the ropes but Mouse was worried, feeling his hands shaking. He was scared and she was too. They were not expecting to be in this mess and yet here they are.They couldn't even do anything thanks to the shots BLT gave them so they were powerless but for how long? When he was done freeing her, Mouse gently takes his hand to have Fosh look.

"Fosh?"

"........"

"Fosh..Look at me..." she sees him slowly look up. "Trust me, I'm scared as fuck myself because I was not expecting this to happen. But believe me, we will get out of this..." she said hoping to help calm him down but even he was worried.

"I know I just......*Sighs* I'm just shocked that crazy psycho has been trying to find us all this time and now he wants to cut us up....that's just wrong. So fucking wrong.." he shudders and yet Mouse rubs her arms thinking the same.

"Well, as I did warn back then when we did that mission, he is always like that. But we did stop him from doing damage to the cyber world Fosh but now..seems he's been busy. But right now, we have to keep away from him and find a way out. We can't let him catch us." she knew that if he did, they would be fucked. For now, they had to keep moving.

"R..right..right..." He sighed but he saw Mouse look at him but takes his hand. They keep moving through the lab together now passing more of the tables near by. More things were drenched in blood but the two passed a certain one to tense. A human hand was seen under the sheet but their fingers were missing. Mouse and Fosh said nothing but they slowly keep moving not wanting to look anymore. As they pass more tables, more body parts were seen with some mission or in jars and tubes. Just what the hell was BLT doing? Kidnapping hackers to rip them apart? Or was it for something worse. As they keep walking, the two hackers stop seeing a door!

"Oh thank god. We can get out of this lab. Come on Fosh." she said gently pulling him as they get to the door. They get to the door but sees that it was unlocked. Mouse and Fosh look at one another then looks to reach to grab the door handle and turning it. The creek of the door was heard as the two look seeing another room but two more doors.

It was dark in this room with the only light from where they are showing inside. Both the hackers walk through but Mouse begins looking for a light to turn on. Fosh looks to help as the room even smelled horrible.

"Did you find the light switch?" she asked.

"Not yet...it should be around here somewhere...wait..I think i found it." He felt something near his fingers and flips the switch. However, he wished he didn't as a bright light turns on making Mouse and Fosh shield their eyes. They wince from the light but slowly lowers their arms with their eyes wincing a little. The light was not as bad but they slowly open their eyes that slowly looks to see the room.

Right away, Fosh and Mouse's eyes slowly widen in shock and horror. This was BLT's work office but they saw a teenager sitting in a chair but their face was hidden by a cloth. Wrists and Ankles chained to the chair but their head was cut open. Wires, needles, and other things were inside of his brain while he appears to be dead. BLT was even ripping bits and pieces of brain tissue from the other but the teen was already dead.

"....." Fosh's eyes were wide but he suddenly felt sick to cover his mouth to puke on the ground coughing with tears in his eyes. What the hell was wrong with BLT!?

'O..Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god....' he said this in his mind over and over but Mouse's eyes were wide. Horrified of what BLT did that she was crying shaking.

'S..so it was true. He does this to hackers just to find secrets in their minds? This is...this is so wrong...' she thought shaking afraid. She wished she could just change into a bird or something and get both her and Fosh out of here but she couldn't do anything yet. Neither can him.

This must have been where he's experimented on other hackers explaining different body parts, organs, blood, brain tissues in jars and tubes. This was just insane and sick!!!!

Mouse shook where she stood but she was at a loss for words. However, she reaches to rest her hand on Fosh's back. "W...w...we need to leave...Fosh, come on. We gotta move." she said trying not to cry but Fosh was too paralyzed in horror to move.

"........"

"F...Fosh? Fosh, come on. We gotta move.....please.." She slowly grips his sweater as he snaps out of it to look at her but saw something. She was crying. She wanted to leave this room before that monster finds them. Letting out a shuddered breath, he slowly stood and helps Mouse on her feet.

"Y..Yeah..l..lets g..go.." he said as the two was about to leave.

"Ahhh so this is where you both been."

"!?" Both Fosh and Mouse quickly look seeing BLT there. He found them! His sick smile was seen on his face as both Mouse and Fosh turns to run only for them to ram through the door to run again. However, he rushes to press his hand on the door to look down at the two scared teenagers.

"Heheh, I see you stumbled upon my little treasure room. Beautiful isn't it? Such a nice reward after getting the targets and scrapping through their brains finding more information to add." He smiled seeing Fosh and Mouse afraid as he smiled.

"Awww, don't be scared. I did say I wouldn't kill you yet....I rather break both of you piece by piece to see what makes you tick. I won't hurt you....." He grins but right away, Mouse and Fosh move away from him but Mouse grabs a metal pipe to point it at BLT who looks to blink.

"Just what the fuck is wrong with you!? How could you d..do this to innocent people!? To teenagers like us!?" she shouted but all he did was smile.

"Simple; for information. You young ones are fresher and ripe. It's more fun to rip someone apart when their at the right age. And with you two..your at the perfect age. I really wish to sink my knives into you both. Ripping you slowly and painfully....you should be honored.! I heard your both the best hackers in NYC so if I find out what makes you that way, I'll have even more information to become greater!"

"Y..Your insane!" Fosh said but BLT smiled.

"I know..now come on, let me have a little bit. I promise it will be not as painful." he steps towards them as the two back away from him. Mouse tightens her hold on the metal pipe but she was feeling sweat running down her face. This was bad! They had to find a way out of here and away from him!

BLT smiled seeing the fear in their eyes before he suddenly rushes towards them as Mouse swings the metal pipe to hit his face. BLT winces feeling his jaw break but he quickly cuts Mouse's side as she yelps to wince when getting punched.

Mouse slams into the wall holding her injury as she bleeds with Fosh hitting the table knocking some jars down. Glass scattering around when he heard a yelp. He looks seeing BLT holding Mouse down while laughing trying to attack her worse.

"MOUSE!"

"Get away from me you asshole!" she hissed trying to push him back but he was laughing still reaching and trying to make her lose strength. Seeing blood running down to the ground from the wound. He even hits the pipe and stabs her even deeper as she screams in pain.

"Stop fighting me my new beloved toy! Let me cut you up, slice up that delicate skin of yours. I need your brain to see what makes you tick! And when I do, I will do the same to your friend! Your both mine now!" he laughed as Mouse was struggling to push him away. Fosh looks left and right trying to find something to help her then noticed some broken shards of glass. Looking, he quickly reaches to grab it and rushes to help Mouse.

BLT laughed still trying to cut Mouse again and again while seeing her wince. "That's it! Your mine now!" He laughed about to cut her throat when something stabs into his side. He screams seeing a shard of glass in his side. He then gets kicked off by Mouse as Fosh helps her up as she was coughing.

"Mouse!! Mouse!" As he tries to help her, he felt something hit him in the back as he crashes to the table knocking it over.

"F..Fosh!" She sits up wincing in pain from the wound but she saw him gripping his arm feeling a deep cut.

As BLT tries to attack him, Mouse gets in front but she picks up a glass jar and throws it at him. It hits his face hard to knock him down before she looks to try helping him."

"I got ya Fosh, come on we gotta run!" She helps Fosh to his feet as they both ran to the door that leads to the outside! It looks to be some old abandoned building but they quickly run as BLT coughed from the injury. He growls to slowly stood up, yanking the glass out as blood drips from it. Looking at it to chuckle, he threw it to the side now following them. Both Fosh and Mouse kept on running to get away from this creep but Fosh stops seeing the edge of a small hill.

He was able to stop but Mouse accidentally crashes into him to make the two stumble and fall. They land into some boxes to wince in pain. However, they heard BLT's laughter to quickly run.

"COME BACK!!! COME BACK AND LET ME HAVE YOUR BRAINS! DON'T YOU FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE!!!!" The two kept running faster and faster, not wanting to get caught.

"Hey, come back! Don't run from me!!" he laughed only for the two to run faster. Mouse tried to use something or shapeshift into something but she still couldn't! Fosh was trying to teleport but still can't! Stupid serum was still in effect. They only could keep running! Getting away from that crazy killer as he was dead on their trail.

After a while, both Fosh and Mouse got to the end seeing a blocked off wall with bob wire as it was sparking. The two was worried but heard heavy panting seeing that BLT caught up. He looked like a bloody mess but the two were nervous not wanting him near them.

"You two really are something else...I love that! Now, lets keep playing. I wanna see just what you two can do!" He runs towards them but he saw them duck trying to run away. Seeing that, he quickly threw something to trip the two as Fosh and Mouse falls to the ground but he only laughed seeing them trying to move. He walks to stomp on their backs to keep them from running.

"Oh no no no. We can't have that! You two have played long enough..I'm growing more excited seeing you both squirm." his smile was scary but Fosh and Mouse was shaking trying to get away from him. Even with the blood they were losing, they were trying to move!

Chuckling, he reaches to grab Fosh and lift him up and he looks at him. "Maybe I should start with you. You seem pretty smart as the data tells. I wonder what your brain hides." he smiled seeing Fosh wincing trying to get him to let go.

"Let Fosh go! Let him go!" Mouse said hitting him but he back slaps her hard to see her hit the ground hard.

"M..Mouse!"

"This is so much fun! You both have such a spark in you! I love it!" He tightens his grip seeing Fosh wincing in pain. He was hurting him! Now kicking his feet, he was seeing him drag him into the ground and steps on Mouse who was twitching in pain. She was coughing but he keeps going.

"Mouse! Stop it! Stop your going to kill her!" he shouted.

"But that's the point! If I keep this going, I can knock her out and then your next! Just seeing her struggle and cry is nice! Your cries will be just as nice!" He laughed still going as Fosh was trying to make him stop. Till he tries to knee him in the face to get dropped. He quickly moves to cover Mouse while looking at BLT.

"Y..You st...stay away from Mouse! I won't let you hurt her!" he shouted but he kicks Fosh in the face to break his glasses as he walks over to stomp on his chest seeing him cough twitching.

"Heh, I'm going to enjoy breaking you too.." he smiled holding his knife to grip his braided hair. The blade was near his throat while seeing Fosh shaking with eyes closed. Some blood seen from his nose and chin.

"Though, maybe I need to see just how loud you scream too!" he laughed about to stab his throat when suddenly.......

A bomb explodes near by along with another that blinds BLT who roars to cover his eyes. He drops Fosh on the ground as he steps back rubbing them. "GUAAHHH! MY EYES! I CAN'T SEE!"

"Good, then you won't see this coming you fucking asshole!"

Wait, that voice sounds familiar...

Even if Fosh was blacking out a little, he saw a familiar red jacket but another short sleeve jacket who was holding a spear in the palm of her hands.

"Yeah, your dead you dead beat asshole!"

Fosh knew who it was. It was Navarro and Echo! But if they were here then that means...

More destruction was heard when a giant fire bursts from behind shaking the area as the sound of rushing feet was heard. A fight was happening from what Fosh could see but he was laying on the side to look ahead. He did hear muffled voices.

'Oh god Fosh! Mouse!! Opehlia! we need your help!!!'

'Mouse, wake up please! Your going to be alright please wake up!!'

'Their bleeding to death!? What the hell did this monster do!?'

'Nevermind that! We gotta get them away from here!'

So many voices..and yet he was too tired to figure out who was talking. He begins to feel his consious slip away when seeing someone near by shouting for him to stay with them.

'Fosh, stay with me!! you'll be alright! Fosh!!!!!'

"........."

~~~~~~~~~~Hours later in the mid afternoon~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun was up this time after a few hours but Fosh was resting in a bed bandaged up with his head turned to the side. Ophelia was watching over him worried since she was hoping he would wake up. However, he felt some of the sun shining on his face that he slowly turns his head to make Ophelia notice. Was he waking up?

"...F..Fosh?" She looks to see him hear her voice and turns his head to face her. His eyes slowly open to look seeing someone. For a moment, he saw a flash image of BLT to make him snap away and gasp sitting up but Ophelia gently held his shoulders.

"Easy! Easy Fosh!...it's alright...." she said as he was looking to see it was Ophelia. He didn't say anything but he was calming down to feel her keep him back on the pillow.

"..O..Ophelia? W..wha..."

"Fosh, thank god your awake. H..How are you feeling?" she sees him look at her then at himself seeing the bandages. He didn't say anything but he slowly turns to look at her.

"I....I guess I'm okay. Sore but....where are we?"

"Your back home. We were all so worried about you and Mouse after finding out you both were kidnapped. You were gone for two weeks..." she said but Fosh looked shocked.

"T..two weeks? W..we were gone for that long?"

"Yes. When you both didn't come back that night, we got worried and went to look for you. Thanks to Fin, his fraction was able to track your phones and saw they were smashed. It told us someone kidnapped you and Mouse. However, we were about to find you thanks to Echo and Navarro making a tracker device..."

"......." Fosh couldn't believe it but that left him wondering, if he was here then...He quickly looks worried in a panic.

"W..wait, then where's Mouse!? Is she here!?" he tries to sit up but Ophelia stops him.

"Calm down Fosh Please!"

"But...But Mouse! She was badly hurt as I was! Please..i..is she alright!? Is she.."

"Calm down.....she's alright. Mouse is sleeping over there...." She said looking to the right. Fosh looks but saw someone else in bed asleep. Also bandaged up, Mouse was asleep.

"......S...Has she woken up?"

"No. She was tired as you were so your the first to wake up. I was able to treat her and you and get rid of whatever was in your systems from what that..guy injected into you. For now, your too weak to heal yourself so I suggest some bed rest for a few days." she said but Fosh looks down at his lap but looks down gripping the blanket.

"Here, if you want, I can let you rest up. I'll come back to check on you later Fosh Okay?"

"O..Okay.." seeing that, Ophelia goes to tell the others Fosh was awake but as she leaves, he was looking quiet then at Mouse. She was sleeping quietly on the other bed but she was resting so that was good. He didn't know why but seeing her like this was painful. He didn't like seeing anyone of his friends hurt. That goes for Mouse too.

For now, he lays back while looking up at the ceiling but his upper face was hidden as he bit his bottom lip with tears running down his cheeks. That was a horrible night for both her and him.

For now, he just can rest and prays Mouse wakes up. But one thing is for sure: he hopes they never remember that night ever again.

[darkwingsnark]

FIC WRITER MEME

Tagged by @prince-luffy

AO3 name: DarkwingSnark

Fandoms: ...SEE, I’m in lots of fandoms. Or at least, I’ve written for them during hyper-fixation periods. Let’s see what AO3 says...

Batman: The Animated Series (20)

Batman - All Media Types (7)

Wander Over Yonder (Cartoon) (6)

DuckTales (Cartoon 1987) (5)

Penn Zero: Part-Time Hero (5)

Penguins of Madagascar (3)

James and the Giant Peach - Roald Dahl (3)

Darkwing Duck (Cartoon 1991) (3)

Disney - All Media Types (3)

Dan Vs. (2)

Milo Murphy's Law (2)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (1)

The Batman (Cartoon) (1)

Lady and the Tramp (1955) (1)

Looney Tunes | Merrie Melodies (1)

Winnie-the-Pooh - All Media Types (1)

Alice in Wonderland (1951) (1)

Gummi Bears (TV) (1)

Winnie-the-Pooh (Disney) (1)

.... Honestly, I feel like there’s more that this list isn’t covering. Like Phineas and Ferb isn’t here and I wrote for that show too. And many of these can be simplified and condensed because they belong to similar fics.

Tropes: Depends on the fic. But as a whole, tend to write Romantic Comedies with a lot of slow burn. Mostly because... struggle is funny. People being dumdums and oblivious to the obvious is funny. Aaaaand also because it allows the episodic quality of shenanigans to occur.

Number of fics: Up and posted on AO3? 53. Does not include stuff on FF.net or that’s sitting in google docs begging to be finished.

Fic I spent the most time on: Not sure how to read this. Does it mean active man hours? Or does stuff like having a hiatus in-between count? Because TECHNICALLY ‘Real Value’ was started in high school, and I didn’t rewrite it and carry on the series (with Moonie) until many years later. There are also fics like ‘Growing Love’ or ‘Priorities’ that took a lot of time to do research. Like learning how to build a lawn mower so I could have a character believably break it apart for repairs.

....God I do a lot of research that doesn’t go into the actual fics. Because all I need, really, in the confidence of what I’m doing to be the character and describe an action here or there. 

Fic I spent the least time on: Probably something drabble related? Or maybe the fic I did that was just me venting out emotions because I was feeling guilty? ‘A Mother’s Intuition’ was written and posted within a couple of hours.

Longest fic: Complicated. The longest thing written is technically an RP, NOT a story. (Different, trust me.) ‘What Happens in Gotham’ has a word count of  207,413. But fic wise at 89,022 word would be ‘The Constant Gardener’ . 

Runner up being ‘Priorities’ at little over 87k.

Shortest fic: Drabbles? Uh, let’s see.. Probably from ‘Beauty and Your Worth’, as i think one was literally a paragraph long. ... Speaking of Gummi Bears, I wonder if I still have my notes on the GruffiGusto fic I wanted to write. Something to look into.

Most hits: Apparently ‘Fallen Hard’ at  5354

Most kudos: Also ‘Fallen Hard’ at 518. There... were more fans of Milo Murphy’s Law than I realised. 

Most comment threads: ‘Fallen Hard’, 193 comments. ‘What Happens in Gotham’ following at 185.

Most bookmarks: .... that’s something people care about? I hardly ever bookmark things, since I read it in one go. But... I can look?

Ah.... ‘Fallen Hard’. 63

Total word count: 971,833 Oh hey! Almost a million. That’s something to celebrate.

Favorite fic I wrote: 'Knights of Dobenshire’. Hands down. (With ‘Heart of the Cards’ being very close.) I like writing road trip styled stories. It allows many things to happen within the narrative. BUT, ‘Knights of Dobenshire’ wins because it was such a satisfying conclusion of this build up, you know? Scrooge is finally no longer just putting up with the relationship with Fenton, but fully embracing it. That surprise feeling that hits him when he realizes, dear lord, he IS attracted to Fenton beyond affection. 

It hits me more than a mutual pining because there I KNOW they will get together. But here? While writing with Moonie? I DIDN’T KNOW! I was worried in the end we’d have to write another fic to finally reach that step. Scrooge is stubborn and does what he wants, let me tell ya.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: 'Fallen Hard’, ‘Season of Miracles’, ‘Going with the Flow’, pretty much anything that isn’t complete. BUT, not posted, I really want to get back to more of the stories planned in the McCrack series. It was a ship I kinda made from the ground up, with nobody caring about it in the beginning. So it feels very important to see that series through.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

... Actually, I can share something from 'Donald’s Party (Working Title)’. @swampy-tiefling and I started. Just the first scene to get you guys hooked.

Donald took a deep breath of air from the doorway of the house and sighed, once again pleased to find himself at his home away from home. Traveling the seas and exploring the world with the navy were its own rewards, he supposed, but there would never be anything quite like the countryside-- the middle aged mallard having practically been raised on Grandma Duck’s farm. Donald Duck was happy to be on shore-- his naval carrier being docked for the week in Duckburg as they replenished supplies and took care of whatever repairs that were needed. Whatever excuse his bosses wanted to use were fine by him, he was just happy to not be scrubbing decks for a change!

That didn’t, however, mean he was able to rest and relax-- as the duck was startled out of his thoughts as somebody bumped into him. That somebody was his grandmother as she came to, just having caught her plate of cookies before they fell.

“My land, Donald! What in the world are you doing hiding here when you should be meetin’ and greetin’ the guests?”

Donald ignored the woman’s soft glare as he waved her off, using his other hand to steal a cookie in the process. Stuffing it in his mouth, he murmured out a response.

“Phooey, they’re just relatives.”

“Even more of a reason to go out and talk to them.” Before the sailor could argue, Grandma Duck placed the plate of treats into his hands. “And put these out on the snack table while you’re at it. Poor Fethry is looking peckish.”

Donald rolled his eyes, but otherwise did as he was told. Wasn’t it just like life to make him work at his own welcome home party? Walking towards the open yard where the party was taking place, it didn’t take long to reach the table, where his cousins were already gathered around as they chat.

This instantly caught the attention of the lankier duck, his gaze zoning in as he smiled widely towards Donald in greeting.

“Well if it ain’t the guest of honor, with snacks to boot!” Fethry leaned closer, his red hat wobbling with him as he continued to inquire. “Say, cuz, ya wouldn’t happen to know if these are gluten free, would ya?”

Donald gave him an unimpressed look. 

“You’re not going on another crazy diet, are ya?” Though, in all honesty, he was more worried his looney cousin might try to drag him along-- and after months of eating nothing but mush, he would NOT miss out on his first chance to pig out on actual home cooked meals.

"Not crazy at all, actually!" Fethry grinned that goofy grin. "See, it's all right here; Gluten Free; It's the Way to Be' !" he shoved a rather lengthy-looking hard cover book in Donald's face. Donald had no choice but to stare at it, the words all blurring together from its close proximity to his eyes. The offending object remained there for only a second, however, before it was yanked back, the nutty mallard already busy flipping through it.

"Let's see, here, there's a fascinating chapter I think you should-- Don?"

Phew, that had been close. Donald was still in sneaking away mode, and jumped and yelped when he was tapped on the shoulder. Oh no. He'd been caught, after all. He slowly turned, with a forced, toothy grin, to face his fate.

A wave of relief washed over him when he saw his girlfriend, Daisy, smiling sweetly at him, instead.

“And where do you think you’re sneaking off to, Mister? You’ve been gone for so long, and here we are, with you haven’t even given me a kiss ‘hello’ yet.” 

Now there was something Donald didn’t mind doing, as his girlfriend leaned in her face for her reward. Wrapping his arms around her, he planted the biggest of smooches to her temple. 

“Gaww, I’m sorry Daisy. I really did miss you.”

This earned him a soft smile, as it was Daisy’s turn to kiss him on the forehead.

“And I missed you, hun. Now, tell me… why WERE you sneaking around?”

“Grandma put me on entertainment duty.”

“Well, “ his girlfriend began, “it IS your party, after all. They came to see you, seems fair to me.” This made the sailor groan as she looked at him unsympathetically. Rolling her eyes, the reporter sarcastically patted her boyfriend in comfort. “There there. Now don’t go sneaking off for real, the boys will be arriving soon. And Grandma tells me Uncle Scrooge will be bringing along a special guest.”

“Special guest?” Donald asked incredulously. “Like who?” This caused Daisy’s eyes to glimmer all the more in mischief, a look that told him that she knew something he didn’t know. And that something was big news, if he was reading her right.

“Oh, nobody TOO special, I suppose,” Daisy was stalling, and it was driving Donald up the wall. The duck woman continued her teasing. “Nobody except your uncle’s new date friend.”

"Date friend?" Donald practically exclaimed, prompting Daisy's grin to grow all the more smug.

"Yep! You've missed quite a bit since you've been away, you know."

"No kidding...well I'll be..." Donald was shaking his head, but he was smiling. Uncle Scrooge, dating, at his age... it was nothing short of a miracle. It was about time, too!

"Meanwhile, why don't you go say hi to the rest of the guests? I know it's hard..." she rolled her eyes. "but at least make an effort, okay? Thanks, hun!"

Donald's heart fluttered as she smooched his cheek, and left. He glanced out over the yard, and saw quite a few familiar faces; Gus, Ludwig, Gladstone... heck, even Gyro Gearloose had shown up!

He sighed, but this one wasn't a sigh of pure despair. It did feel nice to be home, surrounded by people who most likely cared, and his nephews were even going to show up soon. Not to mention, he'd get to tease his uncle for finally taking his advice on the whole dating thing. 

That alone gave Donald the pep in his step he needed as he threw himself back into the party-- where he knew his crazed family would be waiting for him. 

[theparasitefam]

Candy hesitantly took one. "Yes," No. "Thank you very much." She said, taking a small sip. Her gaze subtly darted between Blue, Papyrus, and then the tea, not sure what else to say. What could she say? 'Boy, I sure am relieved that you aren't actually dead by my hands?' That... Seemed not too good a start. So she just tried to find some other topic.

"I... Had a dream where I killed you." Candy to Papyrus or both bros, please?

Papyrus and Blue were initially startled upon hearing this confession.

“Uh- you did…?” Papyrus asked, looking fairly concerned. Perhaps it had not been a dream… but a memory?

Blue, on the other hand, would not hear of it. “Oh that must have been so scary! It’s alright, that will never happen. Why don’t we have a glass of tea and calm down?”

[thesummerstorms]

Rev Recaps Hard Contact (Chapter 19)

CW: Violence & blood. 

TL;DR Recap: Niner and Fi kill the scientists as they flee Uthan’s facility and Darman blows it up from underneath. Hokan realizes he now has no scientists and no virus. Etain briefly distracts Atin and he gets shot. Uthan is injured by shrapnel from his armor. Niner and Fi try to take down Hokan, but struggle against his beskar’gam. Niner decides on a trap.

Beginning Kal Count: 37 Ending Kal Count: 39

Last chapter, with the exception of the date rape joke, was actually fairly satisfying, so by the Traviss Law of Plotting, this one has to make me sigh. Here we go.

Darman and Atin are approaching the safety point where they can blow up the science facility from underneath, but Niner is observing it topside and tells them to hold off when he notices something happening.

Somewhere in the middle of that, we get this line”

Which, spoiler for Triple Zero, it absolutely is his new tic.

 Hokan has killed the lights, and when Niner’s night-vision kicks in, he hesitates to shoot at the people coming out of the building because he sees Hokan’s t-shaped visor and Niner associates with clones (and probably Kal, though mercifully that isn’t brought up for once) and his brain jumps to Atin and Dar, despite them being a ways away. After a moment, he opens fire when he realizes it’s Hokan, but it’s too late. After another second, a second group makes a break for it (Hurati and the scientists) and he and Fi successfully gun down 3/4 people. See? Foreshadowing. 

They decide to put more explosives into the facility, just to be on the safe side, so Fi and Niner throw in six anti-armor grenades to take out any remaining droids close to the surface, and also set the E-Web to overload. Then they book it, because Dar’s about to blow up the labs from underneath, and absolutely no one wants to be in that blast radius.

The things that make Fi happy.

Sadly, this is not endex. We switch to Hokan’s pov for the updated casualty report. He’s survived and so has Hurati, but all of the scientists are dead.

Niner apparently hit someone, just not Hokan. Or Hokan’s armor protected him. Or the scientist functionally turned into a shield. Hurati confirms that  he survived because he hit the ground, but that when he yelled drop, none of the scientists dropped. Hokan confirms that civilians tend to do that. Hurati adds more bad news by explaining that, given the color/temperature/position of the explosion, there’s no chance that any samples of the virus left in the facility survived. Which means Hokan has lost Uthan, the science team, and the virus work all in very short order. His only shot is to recapture Uthan, but his staff is down to him and Hurati, so chances aren’t great. He decides to try it anyway, sends Hurati hunting, and settles in to listen for the commandos.

We then switch to Etain’s POV. This is the scene that makes me sigh. But I’m just gonna ignore authorial intent and power through.

I can’t think of a great explanation for Etain being able to sense the larty and not droids/weapons/ *ahem* minefields. I really just don’t know. Best guess is what she’s feeling is less the gunship itself and more the Force rippling with the currents caused with what will happen because of the gunship/ how her life will be changed...

... but again. Triple Zero. The minefield. I don’t know.

a) “its drive chang[ed] pitch, and Darman reacted as if someone were talking to him” 

b)  everyone seems, at best, mildly perturbed the first time they see Atin be even remotely cheerful, and it’s pretty damn funny. If only it wasn’t a set up for disaster.

a) I pity that specific soldier too.

b) okay, so the “clones are appreciative of the little things & look how grateful they are compared to your average civvie” has been a MASSIVE throughline in this book (and series) but “His dreams were modest. She thought that was a fine example to set.” Actually, you know what, no, not when you look at the systemic reasons for the “modesty”. This line is just creepy.

c) (the highlighed line) Etain wants Darman’s respect. That should be your immediate red flag signal that something terrible is about to happen immediately so the narrative can show her why she doesn’t deserve it yet again.

d) (still though... she wants his respect, specifically, she wants to know what he wants to do when they finally escape this miserable place. notably, she isn’t even thinking what she’ll do, though of course having already read the book we know she doesn’t get to escape. but it’s not subtle is all I’m saying.)

Okay, so the set up the narrative is going for is clearly:

Etain wants to be liked/appreciated/respected so she decides to show off with her Force abilities ---> Professional and Competent Soldier is Distracted by Etain at the wrong moment ---> Atin gets shot and it’s Etain’s fault because she distracted herself and him with Force powers but those Force powers weren’t even good enough to see the REAL threat so what use are they actually, she’s worthless.

ahem.

As an Etain RP player... I tend to keep this as exactly how she perceives/remembers this incident. Her fault. A confirmation yet again that she isn’t worth anything to anyone, that she’s useless. The guilt stays with her, unless someone finally manages to corner her to talk about it, which no one has yet.

As someone critiquing the narrative... look, we’ve seen Omega get taken by surprise and be shot at before in this book. What it horrible, terrible timing that Atin is shot while Etain is, admittedly, showing off a bit because all three characters have relaxed after hearing the gunship? Yes. It’s terrible. But I really don’t feel like Etain deserves a much larger percentage of blame for what’s ultimately a matter of bad timing.

As for her not sensing Hurati... listen, Traviss you literally had her sense a gunship, aka machinery, not five minutes ago. Yet she can’t sense one clearly malicious/dangerous shooter nearby? Not only is that inconsistent with every pattern you have written so far, it’s an obvious authorial choice to force this exact situation despite internal coherency. Not unlike the minefield in True Colors.

I wish she’d just make a consistent thread for Etain’s abilities, but they’re always magically heightened when its necessary to resolve a plot, and otherwise diminished at any possible given moment so that we can rag on her some more.

Anyway, Darman downs Hurati and gets a look at him through the scope:

“He is now.” pffff.

Darman field medics Atin, who isn’t doing great, and prepares to carry him to the larty. Atin, per his history, tries to convince Darman to leave him behind, because, again. He’s been in this position before. Even if he weren’t critically injured, this would be pressing all his trauma buttons.

With Dar caring for/carrying Uthan, that leaves Etain to carry the partially sedated Uthan, except Etain realizes that Uthan has also been injured. She has a shard of shrapnel from Atin’s armor embedded in her ribs. This means that, if you view this incident as Etain’s fault, Etain has accidentally just endangered/ruined the entire mission. With Uthan dead, they might as well have blown up the planet from orbit and spared everyone the bleeding and the heartache. Great.

She’s got a point about trauma, but to be entirely fair to Kast, he didn’t teach her lessons that were “learned quicker by almost dying” because that’s an insane way to teach. Additionally, she’s also falling in love for the record, and just doesn’t know it yet, but I’m tired of KT’s pogoing back and forth between “jedi/not jedi” so we’re moving on.

So this is Kal Count 38, but it actually is a fair point about Fi versus Skirata, so I’m okay with this one. Fi and Niner start to talk about where they’d rather be deployed next, urban versus jungle, but it quickly devolves into an admission that Fi is not entirely detached or coping well; he just wants to be.

Fi gets the least amount of development of all of Omega Squad in this book, but it’s moments like these when you step back and remember, he also just watched all three of his original brothers die. Niner trying to reassure him is heartbreaking, as is realizing Fi is “shutting down” and trying to distance himself because it’s all happening again, and so close to the last mission, too.

Hokan cuts off this emotional moment by firing on Niner & Fi. They have difficulty because Hokan is wearing beskar’gam, which is as tough or tougher than their own armor, and he also is armed with a Verpine shattergun, which just made very quick work of Atin’s armor.

Fi and Niner realize that if they don’t hurry it up, Majestic will leave without them because now that Uthan has been captured, they’re unimportant to the mission. (They aren’t even wrong, actually; they just don’t know that Zey will end up staying on planet.) They comm Darman, who offers to leave Atin at the gunship and come back for them, but he’s got 10 minutes until he even gets to the larty, and Niner orders him to stay back. Then Hokan throws an EMP at them, and Niner & Fi lose all systems because apparently when the katarn helmets got upgraded after Geonosis they weren’t stress tested properly.

They try to throw some IEDs after Hokan, complaining about “civvies” who tested the armor the entire time, but that fails so they have to come up with another plan. Niner decides to try and trap him.

Kal Count jumps to 39, with one more chapter to go. But those last two lines never fail to break my heart.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Horror Book Chapter 5: A Hacker kidnapping Part 1||

*Waving* Hi dears, I'm back with another chapter to the horror book. It seems I still will continue this like I said but I was lost on what to write. So, lets see what this chapter presents. If you wish to read the others so far, chapter list is down below.

~~Book chapters~~

Horror book one: Bloody game of Hide and seek

Horror book two: Darkness of one self

Horror book three: How to Be Evil: Scared Straight Beyond Prank Part 1

Horror book three: How to be Evil: Scared Straight Beyond Prank part 2

Horror book four: Hunting grounds

((Your reading horror book 5 right now))

||Warning||

~Will have horror in the drabble

~Blood and maybe gore will be seen in this

~Scary themes will be also seen as well

~Dark themed is present in this drabble

~~Drabble Summary~~

Lets say it was a nice cool afternoon with the two hackers Mouse and Jellyfish were hanging out together since the others tell them to get out more. So they were hanging out at a shop together doing so. However, that's when a weird message was sent to them. What was the message? Read to find out.

((Guests in this drabble))

Jellyfish belongs to my rp partner/friend @demon-blood-youths

Mouse belongs to me and a guest visit from BLT a NPC villain from a old thread will be showing up.

((Just a heads up: Grammar is not good and their will be heavy mistakes but this was written for fun so please enjoy. ))

"Oh come on Fosh you know it's true! I was shocked about it myself when I tested it and now it works flawlessly!" Fosh was drinking some soda while looking at a new coding work she was doing for a while now. Today was a off day for the two hackers known in New York City;

Fosh A.K.A Jellyfish of the DBT and Serena A.K.A Mouse of the Cursed Vixens. They were hanging out this sunny afternoon near a local tea shop drinking some frozen drinks while she was showing off some new things she was working on.

"I know, you told me a lot. I was curious to what you were doing but this is amazing Mouse." He laughed that Mouse smiled to him.

"Thanks Fosh but I had a reason to why I spent so long on it." she sees him look confused.

"And that is?"

"Well....I was actually making this for ummmm...you. As a thank you gift for helping with the hacking site remade. Thanks to you, many hackers have been visiting and most have been connecting and working together." she was happy for that and yet, this made Fosh blink to feel his cheeks flush. Mouse was happy about that and when he offers to help out, it felt good being able to help her in any way he can since she does the same for him.

"Oh, I see. well, it's no problem. I just wanted to help you after what happened to your site when you showed me how badly damaged dit was from being infected. However, I'm glad to see everything is better now." He sees her smile that Mouse giggled.

"Yeah but even so, I'm still thank you for it. Though, I'm also happy that we get to hang out even more now. That or our teams tells us to just have fun." she smiled eating some of her brownie that Fosh laughed to agree while pushing his glasses up.

"True. I do enjoy hanging out with you a lot Mouse I..." He blinks to see her look at him but his cheeks burn to look away clearing his throat. "A..anyway! Maybe after this we can walk around for a bit." He said with Mouse agreeing.

"That sounds nice." she smiled as the two hackers did continue relaxing for a bit while talking. However, a few people was watching them in the distance but they knew they found the hackers here in New York City. When keeping a eye on them, a cell phone was buzzing for the guy to pick it up.

"Yes sir?"

'Did you find them?' a male voice was heard as the other holding it looks ahead.

"Yes; as the pictures show it's them alright." He said hearing a giggle on the other line.

'Good good...be sure you follow but bring them to me. I want them fresh and alive so they are ready for a little..examination. I can't wait to see what they hide...just don't be seen..' he said.

"Yes sir." the guy lowers the phone when the other on the line hangs up as the other men watches them from the black car that was parked.

Later on that afternoon, both the hackers were walking down the pathway through the park chatting on some random things, both looking ahead with a smile. This was not bad for a day off but now they wish they could hang a little longer. Though, their friends were waiting for them to come back home. As Mouse and Fosh walked about, that's when the two get a ping from their cellphones.

"Hmm?"

"Huh, seems our teams are checking on us again.." Fosh said lifting up his cellphone to check. As he did, he checks seeing some new message from a unknown phone number.

"What the...." Who's number was this? And how did it get his? He looks silent but looks to see Mouse showing a confused look as well.

"Hey Mouse? Did you just get a new message from this unknown number?" He asked seeing her look to him.

"Yeah, I did. That's odd. I wonder if the person who sent it must have gotten the wrong number." she said but the hackers looked quiet then back at their phones. They decided to check and open the messages. When they did, their eyes slowly reads then widens slowly in shock and looked nervous.

The message first showed a rather disturbing picture of someone laying on the ground but their head was missing like it was cut off. However, the head was sitting on a table with needles, and other things in their cut open head.

The message says this:

Unknown caller

((Text:)) I wish to meet you. I know your the best hackers in New York...but...I'm excited to see what you have in store. Lets hope you do better than the last ones I've found. Good luck.

"........."

"........"

Both Mouse and Fosh's eyes were wide but Mouse was covering her mouth feeling like she was going to be sick. Fosh was shocked as his hand shook just slightly seeing the image. What the fuck? Who would some something like this to them!?

"....F..fosh, what the hell is going on? Who would even send something like this?" she said checking to try finding the main source of the number.

"I don't know but I don't like it. If someone is playing some sort of prank, it's not funny." He said disturbed seeing the picture but judging how it looks, it seems really real to him and Mouse.

"....Hmmm, m-maybe we should tell our teams about this and we can figure something out. Were you able to find the source of who sent this?" He said but as Mouse was trying to with this number, it didn't show anything confusing her.

"Strange..I can't find where the source of this number came from. It shows no link to anything or just unknown." she mutters nervous but this worried Fosh. Just who send this and why? However, now he gets this disturbing feeling of something being wrong. Horribly wrong.

Trying to remain calm, he takes her hand to see Mouse look at him.

"Come on, lets just head back. We need to do something about this." he said with Mouse nodding to agree. Both Hackers were hurrying along the path to try getting back into town which took a few minutes. The two were back in the city a few minutes later seeing it was going to turn to evening soon. They were trying to hurry along to their fractions for the time being.

When they were heading through Times square, their phones buzzed to make the two look nervous. Was it from that same number again? Unsure, they slowly lifts their phones to check seeing the message:

Unknown number

((Text)): 'Well, I hope you had time to relax because now..the games will begin.'

"Game?" she asked more confused and Fosh was too. Mouse said nothing but held her phone to text back.

((Text)): Alright you creep. Who are you? Why are you messaging us and sent this pic? What do you want?

((Text)): 'Oh, I can't say right now. That will ruin the surprise. Besides, you'll find out soon enough so just wait..I promise you'll both find this very fun...'

"Surprise? What did they mean by that?" she mutters not liking this but even Fosh was confused. However, as she tried to respond back, a black car suddenly drives up right in front of the hackers making both Fosh and Mouse stop.

"!?!" Both stops to move back wondering what the heck is wrong with the driver only to see the doors open to two some guys coming out trying to grab them!

"What the hell!?" Mouse struggles with Fosh doing the same.

"Who are you guys!? Let go!" Fosh shouted but that's when Mouse saw them showing two needles with purple liquid inside. This made the two tense getting the feeling something bad was in those needles.

This made the two start thrashing a lot more. As the needles were about to pierce their necks, Mouse shocks the one holding her as he shouts in pain but Jellyfish saw her shock the other one that's holding him, giving him the chance to shove the other away from him. In that moment, Mouse takes his hand with them running down the sidewalk away from them.

"Get up! After them!" One said as they ran away from the black car and the guys who was getting back in their cars. Both Fosh and Mouse were panting running down the street before making a sharp turn through a pathway away. What is happening and who were they!? What did they want with the hackers!

"Who were they!? What do they want with us!?" Fosh said running beside Mouse as she was running.

"I don't know but I don't want to find out!" she said running. "We gotta contact the fractions and let them know." she saw Fosh nod as they move forward.

When the two made it out of the alleyway back on the street, another car pulls up in front of them before she shield her eyes and Fosh too. That's when the same car from behind shows but two guys came out to grab the hackers from behind and splits them apart.

As they struggle, two guys pressed a cloth against their mouths and noses as they muffled shout from it. The smell was strong making them feel dizzy and light headed. They tried to stay away to kick and thrash before their eyes felt heavy. Fosh and Mouse tries to fight it but after a while it was too much. Both hackers closed their eyes, passing out in the kidnapper's arms.

"Come on, get them in the car. Lets get out of here.." One guy sees the two carry the hackers away into a car but made work of tying their wrists in ropes.

When they moved them, their cellphones were dropped on the ground. The two guys steps on them suddenly, breaking them. They get in the car to quickly drive off with them that early evening leaving the broken phones there.

~~~~~Later that night~~~~~~~

A fan was moving slowly in a locked up room as a knocked out Fosh was laying on his side on the floor. He didn't move for some time now after the strong smell knocked him out. In a moment, something drips on his face to make him twitch and stir awake a little. Fosh turns his head to groan with a headache.

"Ughhhhh......" His eyes wince or shut tight for a moment till he slowly opens his blue eyes that was showing a blurry sight. He shifts again, blinking once then twice to see he was somewhere else.

'W..wait...where.....' he slowly closes his eyes but slowly tries to move his arms but couldn't to make him stop. Snapping out of it, he looks to see that his wrists were tied together with rope.

'W..why are my wrists chained like this!? What is going on!?' he thought in a slight panic but he looks seeing he was not outside but in some room? He looks around but then down at his dirty clothing to see that everything he had with him was gone. His laptop, his tazer, everything!

"W..what is going on here!? Why are my wrists tied up like this!? What is....." that's when he stops talking when remembering something. Or someone. Where was Mouse!? He looks around but he saw someone else knocked out by him. Familiar red hair that was not in the braid but loose, dirty clothing like Fosh's own with her wrists tied down. Right away, Fosh knew who it was.

"Mouse!? Mouse!!" He gets up from the floor to quickly rush over to her side. "Hey, Mouse, wake up! Hey, wake up please!!" He gently shakes her as he sees her not respond for a moment before she twitched with a weak groan.

"Nnnnmmm..." his eyes widen to see Mouse slowly turn her head in his direction to open her eyes. "F...Fosh?" Oh thank god, she was alright! He careful helps her sit up from the ground while seeing she was not harmed. Seems everything she had was taken as well; her holo pad and watch.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you okay?" he asked seeing her wince but shake her head.

"Y..Yeah, I'm alright but..where are we?" she asked slowly looking around seeing the room. Mouse noticed they were somewhere else as well.

"I..I don't know but I don't like it. Do you think we been.." he said but she looks worried to get what he is saying.

"Y...You think we were kidnapped??? No way....Who would want to kidnap us?" she didn't get it and yet it leaves her feeling nervous.

"Even so, we need to find a way out of here before whoever kidnapped us comes to see us awake." he said.

"Yeah...but we need to find a way out of these ropes first." she said but as the two try to think of something, that's when they heard something near the door of this room. Slow footsteps echoed from the hallway but it was growing louder telling them it was heading to this room!

"......" Both Fosh and Mouse slowly looks over to see that the door open, showing someone standing there. The two hackers looks to see the shadowed image of the person but they looked quiet.

"Hey, who are you!? Were you the one that kidnapped us?" Mouse said but the person said nothing, slowly walking into the room towards them. Both Fosh and Mouse shifts back seeing the other walking in but a light chuckle was heard.

"..Hehehehe finally...finally I found you two after such a long time. Jellyfish and Mouse; the hackers of NYC." the voice sounded like a older male as the two looked confused but that changed to horror seeing the man step into the light.

He was wearing some weird lap coat, some gloves that covered his hands, his hair was messy but covering his eyes and a sickening smile. He wore a black shirt and jeans with running shoes as well. But the more disturbing part? He was covered in blood. And holding some scalpel in his right hand. What the hell is going on?!

Fosh and Mouse's eyes widen in horror seeing the blood on him but they move back till he was close to them. Their backs pressed against the wall looking up at this guy. He bends down on one knee to get a close up at the two. Though that creepy smile didn't go away.

"Such pretty new test subjects. I know you both are so smart so you'll be perfect to add to my book....when I get the chance to look inside of your brains first." He snickered in a creepy way.

"W..what are you talking about!?" Fosh said as Mouse moves her head from his glove hand.

"Yeah! And don't touch us!" she said only for him to chuckle.

"Ohhh but I can. Besides, you both can't get away that easily..thanks to my serum you both can't even use your demonic abilities for a while but I won't say how long though......" he smiled but Fosh and Mouse blinks before looking nervous. What did he mean by that!?

"Your lying! Let us go!" she demands only for him to chuckle.

"You don't believe me? Go ahead and try to shock me or leave..." he said petting their heads.

"Stop touching us!" she said now trying to shock him....

But nothing happened.

He was smiling all fine as she was looking scared. Even Fosh tried to teleport away but nothing happened.

"I..I can't teleport.....then that means-" Mouse and Fosh felt him grab their shirts and shoves them both back hard against the wall as he walks over to smile.

"Yessss; now you get it. That serum you both have has made you powerless..mean I get to have fun wrecking your minds...just like the other hackers I've kidnapped." he smiled but the other two got more nervous.

"Others? Their are others here?" she asked only for the man to chuckle.

"Yes but I already cleaned them of any thought in their minds. Their was so much more I had to do after finishing with them and then I remembered the last mission I got when it involves...you two. Finally, even after so long..I have you both.." He smiled.

"S...stay away from us! Who the hell are you!?" Mouse shouted but the male smile to grab her hair to force her on her knees.

"Mouse!" Fosh tries to do something but he was grabbed too. The two hackers were struggling as the man laughed.

"You both forgot about me? How mean......you should know; I was the one that corrupted your site..." He said but that made Mouse tense up. Her eyes widen to look at him. No way; it couldn't be. Was it..

"Y..Y..You...BLT....your that psycho hacker...." she whispered that Fosh was more scared now. It was him!? How did he find them!!!!

"Yes, the one and only...It's so nice to see that I have new friends to break but....I can't break you so soon. If I do, they I'll end up killing you by mistake." He laughed that made the hackers pale. Kill them!? What was he planning.

"Though...Lets not rush.." He said dropping the two but Fosh and Mouse on the ground smiling. He then slowly walks back over closer to them to walk over reaching behind him for something. "I always wanted to find you both but...thanks to all that hard work of looking..I found you....and now.." that's when he pulls out something to show it more knives soaked in blood.

"!?!"

"Now.....I wonder what you both hide.." He snickered walking over to them as Fosh and Mouse keeps their backs against the wall. Mouse was trying to think even if she was scared. The same with Fosh. BLT gets close to the two as he smiled looking at them.

"Now now, don't be scared. It'll hurt for a second..I wanna get a few stabs before cutting you both us and killing you. I'm sure you'll be wonderful with so much knowledge..I need to see what makes you tick." He laughed suddenly swiping his blades towards them!

Right away, both dodge on either side to fall on the ground. Mouse and Fosh quickly get up getting away from BLT who was slowly standing and turning to see them.

"Come on now..don't make this hard...just behave yourselves..and let me open you up!" He laughed to attack when they quickly dodge again. BLT slam into the ground hard as he twitched but his body relaxed laughing to creep the two out. BLT stood up but quickly tries to attack as both the two hackers dodge. Mouse and Fosh wince from falling before they quickly get up even with wrists tied to run out.

"Fosh Run! Just run!" she said with him following. The room was empty but BLT slowly chuckled to stand and cracked his neck. "Is that how we are doing this? Ooooooo I always loved chasing them down......but if they wanna play.." He snickered now running after.

'Lets play..' he smirked as the chase begins.

[theparasitefam]

"Ah... Not really?" He raised a brow. "I ain't exactly da most blocky dudebro. N I'm blue-" He grinned and did an odd bounce/sway as he quietly sung. "-da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa..." He didn't finish it. But know that he could, in theory.

Rubiks barely even noticed. Or at least, he didn't know how long Fallen's shopping trips were- For all he knew this happened all the time. He didn't quite care to learn otherwise.

They finally meet

[theskeletongrave]

Tag Dump

Because I need one.

[all-of-your-mercy]

Based on my own roleplaying experience, I can pretty much say this:

- Avoid form of writers that will not match up to the level/amount of writing as you do.

It both applies to writers who write “little”, or those that write a reply equivalent of 3 chapters in a book.

You / will / find yourself exhausted/stressing over not being able to meet the amount as the other writer, or will be frustrated over the fact you can’t compress your writing just enough so It doesn’t look stranger of the reply difference.

- You do not have to work your ass off to make the thread work.

If you genuinely struggle with writing, feel free to communicate with the other writers and explain the situation. If It is to the point that you no longer wish to even write with them, also explain them that.

- Stressing over not being active is just a problem you formed yourself, while your thread partners won’t really care how long you will take.

If the ones DO have a problem

(exception if the writers lightly joke about it, without any malicious intent)

then, they are simply not compassionate/understanding, nor have had some sort of writing block/inability to write. 

A struggling writer knows the struggle and will understand, no matter how long It will take. As long as you make it known of your return and will appreciate your writers for the patience. Loyal one will be there for you.

- The vast majority of writers are anxious as much as you are.

Their way of writing to you while discussing/chatting may seem they are not enthusiastic, but you can’t exactly tell that -- Sometimes they are anxious internally and do not express it.

Most of the time if they do interact with you now or eventually -- Then there is genuine desire to write with you.

- OOC posts are 50/50. You can make a lot of them, but keep in mind that not everyone will like them.

Some writers simply have a desire to write with you, and some might find it strange if you post your personal/graphic details about your life in a roleplay account.

Best solution is to rely all personal stuff on a personal blog / that isn’t a roleplay blog, because It simply makes the navigation through the dashboard easier.

People are not selfish if they do not wish to see personal stuff on your roleplay account, feel free to vaguely / in small amount state some details in your RP account, and imply that more details/clarification is stated in your personal blog.

- Do not, and I can’t stress this enough - STATE your dislike about a writer your writing partner is familiar with.

It simply brings some tension to the main person and It becomes some sort of eggshell walking game in that scenario, with both of those parties.

If you simply do not like the person -- Simply tell your writing partner to provide tagging (based on a few writers requesting me this exactly) and do not go into some tangent about it.

If the reason is serious to why you don’t like this particular person -- Explain in full detail and be reasonable with your words. You may come off as dramatic antics seeking based on how you describe the situation.

- Images, icons, audio added on to replies are not necessary. There are a lot of writers that have either of those or all of them, but It is not the definition of their actual writing.

Writing =/= Aesthetic of blog.

The blog may be eye-catching because of the theme and comfortable to look at, or It has the color tones the visiting writers' likes -- but the rose-tinted glasses will fade the moment they begin discussing with the writer or end up seeing the threads at their account.

It doesn’t mean that ALL well-done blogs are secretly by anyhow -- but there are a few types like these, that only thrive simply because their blog is comfortable to look at.

You can have, what’s considered a bad theme (hard to find buttons maybe, color choices merging with one another, or the colors are too bright/dark and mashing together and just making it an annoying experience) but you can be a great writer, too.

There are the gems who are great writers with good themes, but I simply wanted to point out some scenarios I have personally seen that may have done an impact to how I should recognize potential writing partners.

- “Suck it up-express”

A title, I would give for this section. But writers suddenly avoiding you, refusing to communicate or even write to you all suddenly, happens.

Do not aim for dramatic antics when such situation happens, because the majority of these type of ghostwriters may be linked to drama in the first place.

Seek for some form of communication, and do not press for more If you do not get a response right away, or for even a long while.

This can be also linked to neurotypical people with disorders that have people completely forget some ongoing conversations and discover them after a long period of time, but that is 50 / 50.

The rest are simply ghostwriters that were not kind to you and did not understand how much you wished to write with them and build some connection/mutual world-building spiel. 

- Do NOT do things when you are REALLY, REALLY excited.

This is how people garner +100 threads and will eventually drop 2/3 of those threads because they no longer have enough creativity for some particular themes and only have enough creativity for some topics/themes.

It can cause hurt to the other writer if you drop them all suddenly due to your own lack of interest, or have them have a bad taste in their mouth about you.

Sometimes such thrown out writers can have a bad opinion of you and not recommend you to their writers' partners, who might be actually your type of writers.

If you do get excited and are in the way of forming a thread - 

Please discuss the possibilities of the thread actually working out before you even start it.

Some writers do not like pre-established thread discussions, but they are very much recommended when you are in the daze of excitement.

Some pairings, interactions may seem fun -- but may not be enough for it to become into a potential thread for now or a later time. 

- Friendship rank with writing partners.

Some will not become your close friend, some will. Those that will not get to the step higher as a close friend, do not mean that they aren’t interested in writing with you or hearing some ideas about your character/ideas and all that.

Sometimes It takes a while to build a friendship, sometimes It doesn’t.

While there is, understandably some hesitation to excitedly speak of things to the partners that you haven’t bonded that much aside from writing -- You shouldn’t treat them as a threat in any way.

Sure, sometimes being a great friend with a writer can do a LOT - but so can a mere bond with a writer can do as much, It depends on how people communicate with one another.

Sometimes people are simply that extroverted that they seem to be your friend but do not claim as one that much, and that’s okay.

- Take teenagers being present in the RPC with a grain of salt; watch out for writers that do not give out much information -- especially their age.

This is not all about teenagers, but It applies since It used to be a huge issue back in the day -

Teenagers go through a phase where they do feel to be mature than they usually are. Sometimes It is the mentality, the influence or even the society impacts them to present themselves mature than they should be --

Which has them believe that It is fine to write adult-oriented themes with actual adults. A lot of Americans DO express the severity of issues this can cause, so please do listen to the people who do say that It can bring them to legal trouble.

It doesn’t matter whether It actually does or not - You are still considered a younging up until you are 18. Even then, sometimes people will see you as a baby adult and prefer to write adult themes with someone older. Stuff like that happens.

There were teenagers that are now adults that have gone through such mistake, but now they are old enough to write such things without consequences.

It doesn’t mean a teenager won’t make such mistakes, had they never been told that, in fact, It’s really wrong -- They will eventually find out, either through such posts, whether a lightbulb dings in their head with the realization, etc

Those that acknowledge the possibility of endangering the writing partner that IS an adult and writes adult-oriented stuff? You need to recognize, that It’s really fucked up that you are risking one’s life over your puberty brain.

No. Adults don’t hate teenagers. They hate/dislike the ones that intentionally try to ruin someone’s life or put it to a risk, just because of their selfish desire.

It’s not really that wrong for teenagers to communicate with adults in normal conversations or in light themed roleplays, but the adults will still, most of the time, treat you like a kid and will not comply for more mature stuff (exception if It’s about some advice, but that’s not relevant to the RP stuff.)

Waiting out to write porn/gore until you’re 18 is SO much rewarding than playing this hide and seek spiel. Trust me.

To note additionally:

People still make human mistakes and they usually learn things through making such things, so don’t feel like you’re going to get whipped by me / someone else just because you accidentally broke some kind of part in the list, be it in the past or now. It’s simply important to recognize some things and make the roleplaying community much more fun than It can be sometimes. And, when you do recognize your mistake -- Keep in mind to not repeat it again.

[lachalaine]

How has rp changed you personally? and I hope nothing is too bad at the hospital !!!

honesty meme // 

accepting 

15. How has rp changed you personally?

personally i feel as though it’s just made me a lot more empathetic, really. in the sense that it’s allowed me to get into the actual head space of another character, building them from the ground up, expanding on their world and their lore and otherwise allowing me to understand their point of view in ways you don’t necessarily get in touch with when you write things like fanfiction. 

i’ve always been a very detail oriented person, but i believe rp only amplified that further for me, really. to the point where i know my muse so well now because i started with her as largely a set slate, and then over time, that set began to evolve and then her own emotions and personality gradually came through. in the end - she’s become the one giving me the information other then my directing it on my own; the way i was when i was writing my own stories for other people. it’s so different because i can focus on her; on her headcannons and drabbles and everything in between, and the emotion is there - the person and the fictional consciousness is actually there - and she’s just reacting to what’s happening and essentially using me as her mouth piece, taking me along for the ride. 

it just gives you a lot to take into consideration, more then anything. it’s kinda worked like therapy for me in the sense that it gave me a lot of understanding into my own emotions as well. by being able to analyze this muse and the intricacies behind her persona, sorting it out in my head like she was giving me her thoughts and i was translating them for her like a therapist - it’s allowed me to also recognize my own feelings and why i’ve come to feel certain emotions the way i do. there’s a rationality to it that’s so helpful, that rather then just feeling things - i’m understanding the details and scenarios that’s led up to them, sort of separating myself from me and examining myself the way i would a character in a book. 

it makes me more forgiving of myself in the long run, and gives me more patience and understanding when it comes to other people. 

rp has also become very therapeutic for me in the sense that it gives me a place to escape for a while, you know? i wasn’t really able to do that with my fanfics - or at least, not to the extent that i do with rp. with rp, there’s just so many external and internal factors i can use and focus to build upon jackie’s story, getting inspiration from other muns and their muses in order to move forward, as opposed to me just being shut away in my own head and thinking about things and plotting them on my own. 

it’s dynamic and it’s exciting, and there’s so many things you don’t always expect and it keeps me preoccupied thinking about the possibilities. like, jackie never shuts up anymore and my mind is always running off with ideas - i day dream about the intricacies and potentials of her life to sometimes dull the bad parts of my own, and it helps me cope until i’m able to deal with things properly, bless her soul. ✨✨

lastly, rp’s taught me to be more proud of myself and what i write?? because i’ve grown so much since i’ve started and found my own style and i’ve been able to get direct feedback on what works and what doesn’t from other writers i genuinely admire??? writers even that i can build an actual friendship with. like, these are people i would have never met had i been writing on my own, and it can get lonely when all you’re doing is writing chapter after chapter and just having people review it. but here, these are writers i can both look up to and learn from, and their influence has had a direct hand in how my style has changed throughout the years. 

it was a mess before and i thought i was at least passably good. i was not, i was shit, and the environment i was in did not necessarily encourage any growth besides being just good enough. i’m glad i can read my stuff now and know there’s still room for improvement, and yet manage to be happy with it. 

also one last thing, but !! finally, rp has taught me not to be as anxious, too! at least in terms of interacting and messaging new people or just casually booping them softly and then running off once we’ve had a bit of quick communication. it’s allowed me to actually figure out my voice online and has given me confidence to project it, and really, i didn’t think i would stick with this hobby this long or build up as much of a presence as i did ( hell, my best friend very recently told me when i screamed at him about my threads ‘I’m very surprised you’re stillinto this, I didn’t think you’d get so intensely involved as you did ) AND YET SURPRISE SURPRISE, I’M STILL HERE AND STILL SCREAMING ABOUT THE SAME DAMN MUSE I STARTED WITH, I’M AMAZED AND HAPPY TOO ✨ ✨✨ ✨✨ ✨

[theskeletongrave]

She had no idea why she was here. She could've sworn she was done with all the omniversal-multiversal stuff she dealt with as a reaper, but... well. Here she was. At least it was in the woods; woods were familiar to her. They felt safer than any other place she knew.

The lady in question was far from normal. Well, in the terms of Carrison, probably. She was clearly a skeleton but very much not a human skeleton as told from her more animalistic legs and tail. She had sharp teeth and claws as well; well-built and, to most, intimidating. Her hair was made of magic. It was black and somewhat short, only going to her chin. It covered her left eye which seemed to have scars sprouting from it. There were scars all over the left side of her body, actually, though her long black sundress made it so you could only see them on her face and arm.

She froze as she was bumped into, then immediately sprung away. She winced as her left ankle took her weight... yeah, that was her bad leg. Her soul thrummed in her chest as she stumbled from the stranger. "I-I apologize-" She stuttered in a quiet, somewhat worn voice that was clearly nervous.

'Side character' please? owo I'll use a random character based on your starter unless you wanna pick a muse. (@theskeletongrave)

from this meme

@theskeletongrave

{ you can use any muse you want!! i sure am lol }

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Deep within the forest, the very woods of Carrison, a patch of black laid in the icy grass. In fact, many laid there alternating. They were almost like footsteps. The left remained cat like, while the other was more of a hoof than anything. A tall, feminine figure wandered this part of the forest almost in a daze. She bore purple armor, glazed with an almost inverted black sheen.

It wasn’t until She had bumped into someone, but she had remained the one standing. Long brown hair covered the cat satyrian’s head, the only thing visible was a glowing green eye on her right side.

[aikainkauna]

Fanfic trope meme

Apologies to those of you who see this for a third time, as I’ve crossposted it to both LJ and Pillowfort. Feel free to comment over on there (or my other posts) if you like. And of course, feel free to grab this one and do it yourself, if you like.

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Grabbed this meme from a couple of people on LJ. It's... well, apparently about fanfic tropes. Some of them more terrifying than others.

I have written:

-Hurt/comfort (Yeah, baby! Most of my fic is this.)

-Body swapping (Sort of? Souls slipping into each other's bodies for a bit? Jaffar feeling what Yassamin feels? Sex swap, I've definitely done.)

-Soulmate identifying marks (tattoo, red thread of fate, etc) (I have! The Throne of Solomon. And maybe The Past Forgotten counts, in its way. I may have written more, but I forget.)

-Snowed-in cabin/isolated together for extended period of time (The Jaffar/Pwinzezz Cavefic!)

-Found families (I guess the Samarkand gang counts for poor old Fadl? Even if Jaffar *is* his brother, so technically it is his family. But he does have his religious congregation and Zainab, and is... well, he always does seem to be seeking something, so he's the kind of guy to go for this trope.)

-Fairy tale/mythology AU (And not just when I am  writing in *actual* fairytale/mythology fandoms. Which I am doing most of the time, what with Thief of Bagdad being a 1001 Nights fanfic anyway. So I'm writing fanfic about a fanfic of some age-old RPF (fantasy AU!) about historical figures from the late 700s/early 800s...)

-Enemies  to friends to lovers (Yes, please! Aplenty. I'm surprised that  enemyslash/FoeYay/Hero(ine)/Villain(ess), whatever you want to call it,  isn't mentioned on this list.)

-Characters swap roles AU (Uh... I've written sexual switching in some isolated chapters? Like when Laura  briefly doms Torsten in The Fall of Angels, to help him get over some traumas?)

-Friends to lovers (With RPS, Veidtbone in particular, and Theta/Koschei. This also seems to happen whenever I write femslash.)

-Magical  connection (telepathy, etc) (Doctor/Master basically ruined me for all  my other ships what with their telepathic ability. So that now, it feels less interesting for me to write love/sex that *doesn't* have telepathy.)

-Fake dating/fake marriage accidentally turns into feelings (see next trope)

-Royals/political marriage turns into feelings (These last two are pretty much the same thing in ToB, as I've had Yassamin marry Jaffar a couple of times--like The Past Forgotten and The King's White Falcon, but without him laying a hand on her for up to a year, until she finally grows a brain and realises how loveworthy he is after all.)

-Seemingly unrequited pining (Emphasis on the "seemingly." Jaffar's unrequited   pining is painful enough in the movie, so there's no point in making him  suffer any more.)

-Accidentally fell in love with the mission target (Well, *kind of,* what with Torsten. Lars-Erik was definitely his mission target in the original film, and at the start of Because The World Belongs to the Devil, he made no bones about having wanted to kill Laura Erika [the teenage girl version of Lars-Erik in this AU, to those of you just joining in] when she was born.)

-They break up (but then they get back together) (With Jaffar/Fadl.  Fadl's stormed off in a huff at least twice in the past. And Doctor/Master is always the same old on-off car crash, isn't it? Although this is not a favourite trope of mine, as the setup would usually necessitate them being an existing couple in the first place,  and I tend to not write canon or "plausibly lovers" ships because   they're already happily together. What do Two and Jamie, Holmes and   Watson etc. need me for? They're already as good as married. Let them have their happiness.)

-Supernatural creature/human romance (Sort of. I've written Time Lords/humans, humans/djinn at least. And surely wizards count as supernatural romance, anyway?)

-Reincarnation/'25  Lives' AU (What's with the 25 lives? Is this some big fandom thing again? One of the darkest, most fucked-up fics I ever wrote was the Master killing the Doctor during sex and fucking him as he regenerated around him. As you do. And there's reincarnation in one of my Jaffar/Pwinzezz fics,  but I won't spoil it for the new readers by telling you which one it is.)

-Selfcest (possibly due to time travel) (I am scratching my head trying to remember when I wrote this and in which fandom, but I have the distinct feeling I've written it. I've certainly whacked off to  that World Of Simm!Masters clusterfuck what with the pink dress so many  times I... I think I broke two clit buzzers during that time. I've certainly drawn it. And drawn some Connies on Connies. And then there's, of course, Sarosh the Sexbot  who's a clone of Jaffar, looks-wise, but he is very distinctly just a robot, not a living character as such--not the sort with which you could  have a real, interpersonal dynamic. My problem with selfcest, in general, is that I like having that character dynamic--and that requires  the characters to be different from one another. If it's two characters  that are too similar--if they fulfill a similar role in the canons--it's hard to create a dynamic between them and to make it   interesting.)

-Polyamory (Swinging away ALL the bloody time with the Roses!Jaffar and Yassamin, and Torsten/Laura. Sometimes I miss the monogamous 'verses.)

-Amnesia (I've got a post-movie "Jaffar comes  back from the dead" WIP I'll probs never finish, because it doesn't seem to get off the ground. If I wrote this trope, I would have the characters gradually regain memory, though; complete mind-wipes are   horrid. I did have Handy lose the majority of his cognitive/motor/Timey skills in No More  and that was the main reason I had to... well, I'm not going to spoil it if someone hasn't read it yet, but it wasn't the cheeriest of fics. The Past Forgotten *sort of* has this, but I don't want to spoil as to how that happens.)

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I could write:

-Daemons (Why the archaic spelling? I have written djinn, so I almost put this in the 'have written' section. I can't remember if I actually *have* written real demons, because I might have. Surely, Torsten counts...)

-'Everyone is evil'/mirrorverse AU (Well, mostly, if I want to explore "evil"   characters, I write about those types of characters in the first place, without having to turn anyone evil. Devilry is the 'verse for that. Hell, usually it's the other way around; I try to look for the human elements of the baddies, or at least explore their logic--what makes them tick, what makes them the way they are. So, IDK, I could've also   put this in the "unlikely to ever write" section.)

-And they were roommates! (This would be terrible and also hilarious, whatever characters ended up becoming my victims. Even if I'm more interested in those hurt/comfort plots, overall. And I have always found it *impossible* to live under the same roof with other people because I need peace and quiet and solitude too much. So this is almost a bit too much like the sorts of negative RL experiences I don't really want to get more of in fic.  But I *could* write it as a comedy for cheap lols, especially if the stress were resolved by hot bonking, ASAP.)

-'They  all work in an office' AU (Otherwise, I would've put this in the "just  no" category, but... the Barmakids were civil servants. So I *could*   write Jaffar and Fadl drowning in paperwork--"WHY DID WE EVER introduce paper into THIS EMPIRE?!?" and cursing their fates and Jaffar restraining Fadl from braining Harun al-Rashid with a paperweight. Same with Lina doing Zainab's books and trying to hold back The Fist of Death when Fadl carelessly drops a piece of his lunch over her perfectly calligraphied accounting.)

-'Falling for a coworker/teammate is a bad idea' except this is fiction so it works out (Maybe. Just maybe. But it'd also be in a medieval ToB context.)

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I will probably never write:

-'Groundhog  Day'/karmic time loop (I just never got the appeal of this. Sounds like the sort of thing experimental writers would like? The sorts who really  like filling in bingo cards and challenge lists?)

-Vampires/werewolves  AU (I'm not that big on either. Super-unpopular opinion coming up: I prefer sex to the sublimation of it that vampires are often all about; bloodsucking in lieu of sex, and/or being seen as way better than sex just always feel to me like a cheap cop-out from writers who are disappointed in sex, or afraid of it. I've never grokked it any more   than that stupid, stupid "chocolate is better than sex" quip from women who don't know what masturbation is--yes, it fucking well is sex, TYVM! I much prefer to make partnered sex better than it is IRL by adding supernatural stuff like telepathy to *that*. Immortality alone is interesting to explore, as are Gothic themes, but all the usual themes that vampires *specifically* usually represent just... either hold little interest for me, or then, I can explore them in other ways.)

-'Pride  and Prejudice' AU (I don't hate Jane Austen, but it's not my fandom. That kind of society stuff and being witty over teacups in bonnets has never really been my thing--if anything, I usually have my characters exist in their own bubble, isolated from society and its restrictive mores and social stresses.)

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JUST NO!

-Coffee  house AU/food service AU (AUGH! Please, no coffeeshop AUs for me; the world is full of them already. Maybe I could write it as some terrible, short parody? Or doodle it? But no more than that.)

-Hogwarts AU (Haven't read HP. Young Adult isn't really my genre. I know, I know; I've just lost all my WLW cred.)

-High  school/university AU (I've done Time Lord Academy-era stuff with Doctor/Master, but I expect this means a sort of American high school/university AU with jocks and cheerleaders and shit. Hell, no. Again, the exact sort of horrid society stuff I would rather have my characters escape from.)

-Adopting/raising a baby (Erm, not unless you count Jaffar/Yassamin adopting a cheetah? They do have kids in some 'verses but there's none of that everyday baby stuff that this question/trope probably implies. I'm squicked by   babies, sorry.)

-Unusually specific occupation AU, like, the Author clearly has the same job (It worries me that this is, by virtue of its inclusion here, apparently seen as normal and acceptable..? When it's crap fanfic, inserting yourself into something that should be about the *established* characters instead. Jesus, I don't want to go in expecting a fanfic, and then find out it’s your diary instead! Unless you're Anaïs Nin. And even if you really *do* want to write about yourself, then just... write original fic? An autobiography? A blog? Write an OC that has your job. Don't do this false advertising where you insist it's fanfic when it's not. That's a dick move towards your readers.)

-Loyalty kink (see next trope)

-Alpha/beta/omega (Too creepy. I can write about piss, shit, incest, necrophilia and cannibalism, but not these last two. Any more than I can glorify the Nazis I've written about; I either take the piss out of them, as with Strasser, or just step outside of their politics and bring them into the land of happy sexings like with von Kolb, with the aim of dragging him out of that madness and leaving it behind.)

-Hot single parent(s) (Please. Rundvik: "You love children." Torsten: "I loooooathe themm.")

-Unrequited pining (Too much of an emotional squick. Has to be requited. I write fanfic to fix things, to avenge wrongs, to set things right. I don't write them to make the characters more miserable than they already are. Unless it's for temporary, character-development purposes, that is.)

[kalle-and-lita]

By Fates Design

Chapter4 Konrad Curze/OC

WARNING: Graphic Depictions of Violence and other sensitive subjects! This Fic has no affiliation with any RP threads the Mun has active. This is simply a different interpretation on the muse.

Enjoy!

P.S.: Feed back would also be super appreciated, as this is my first chapter with Curze in it.

His was the highest perch in all of Nostramo. From the spire he could look out onto the endless horizon of his planet and see all. Night Haunter often found himself up here when there was nothing else to do; no Barons to tolerate, nor lawbreakers to punish. Up here, above the constant hum of the foundries and the buzz of chatter in the streets, he was free to gather his thoughts in peace.

A month and  half since the day he had silenced the screams of damnded and despaired, crumbling under the heel of the corrupt barons. A month and a half of a new order, stomping down rebellion and reshaping his planet. A month and a half in his new home, as the palace of Nostramo Prime was his by his right as king.

A month and a half of very new....experiences.

The staff feared him, as many did and should. Always when he entered the room they skirted around him like prey watching the hunter, fleeing as soon as they were able. If they couldn't escape they made every effort to bend over backwards to please him. As if their supplicance would save them if he ever found any wrong doing on their part.

Fools and peons, the lot of them.

Well, all but one.

His new consul, oh yes Night Haunter liked the man. Quite fearless that one, unafraid to look his king in the eyes and stand in the face of his fury. Competent too, a trait hard to find in the palace. He had declined the job at first; what he said?

I bark at servants for a living...

The thought made the Night Haunter chuckle, well now he barked at Barons too.

Ever so carefully, each step as precise as the last one, he eased out onto the overhanging ledge above palace. One wrong move and he'd plummet to the ground below; Night Haunter had fallen from great heights and survived before, but never one such as this. He wasn't interested in testing out his luck, and his own physical limitations.

So it was a good thing he never miscalculated.

He settled, crouching low as he watched the streets, eyes easily watching the blurring movement of the transports. A heavy wind gusted by, bring down a heavy torrent of rain. Three things were a constant on Nostramo, in one form or another. The rain, the smog, and the screaming. The former he had silenced in the here and now, but always in his head he could hear it from the far distant future.

Death, destruction, and chaos he couldn't even begin to comprehend. His visions always took their toll on him, aching bodily and mind. Nearly always with a victim nearby, for he had no control when they came. Always violent, and always sudden.

Always maddening.

~~

He watched as she reached up to a shelf above her head, a careful hand replacing the book he had so carelessly tossed to the side. Night Haunter eased a foot onto the loose floorboard and pressed, a loud creak that caused her to swing her head round. He snickered as her dark eyes searched for the source, but he knew he was too well hidden for her to see.

He enjoyed this game, she was perceptive when he allowed himself to be heard. This was the maid his consul had assigned to maintain the Eastern Wings, the Night Haunters rooms. He had to give credit where it was due, she was well trained in her job.

This maid entered the library the same time every day, never straying from her precise schedule. She walked among the shelves carefully, quietly. Most servants he had observed would sing or hum mindless tunes to pass time.

Never this one though.

He wondered if it had to do with the attack he had witnessed the night of his ascension.

Oh yes, he recognized this one. He had caught the tail end of the event, watching from the rafters as they carved out her flesh, and beat her until she was nothing but broken bones and bruises.

In all honesty, Night Haunter was certain she'd died. Very few survived beatings such as that, but he was all too surprised to find her barely alive days later. His consul was often found at her side, much to his irritation.

Yet soon this one faded from his mind. He was far too busy reigning in his planet to think of her, even his consul had lessened his visits.

Until the day she came sweeping into the library. This one was developing a habit of surprising him, though it did not escape his notice that she did not come back unscathed. Her face, when the long curtain of dark hair allowed him to see, was covered in an amalgamation of scar tissue. Her gait was slow, nearly labored as if she was in pain. She even had little mobility in her left arm.

Yet she survived.

He wondered what would have happened if he had been there sooner. He felt no regret at her current state, yet even he knew her life could have been very different otherwise. Such thoughts would do him no good, so he shook them from his mind.

For now he was content in his game, only stopping when she finished her chores and moved on to her next task.

~~

Night Haunter had very little patience to begin with, and he loathed when anyone tried to test it. Not that it was his consul's fault, Rylen if he was correct in the man's name, was just as irritated as he, if not a bit more confused. Yet, as much as he was amused by the man's lack of fearlessness in the face of his king, Night Haunter found it less amusing when he was trying to get results.

Missing reports, shortened quotas, files misplaced. All the work of Barons trying to hoard their funds and defy his will. When he demanded answers the Night Haunter received an irritated retort,

'I can't make this appear out of thin air, highness.'

Neither of them had any clue where to start, or who to even ask for results. They couldn't even find the former master of the palace's files, all lazily thrown to the side to further his riches. Night Haunter was reaching the end of his patience, pacing back and forth across a short swath of the ball room floor.

Then, a short and soft noise from their right. Both turned to find the maid, nervously standing near the door, a data pad in her hand.

"Lita?"

Rylen moved to step forward, only pausing with a sidelong glance at his king. Night Haunter did nothing, allowing the maid to approach with caution. With nary a word she held out the data pad for Rylen to take. The king watched their exchange. Rylen cared for her as if she was his own child, which begged the question was she?

And how could the Night Haunter use this to his advantage?

"Baron Wilhelm's missing quota reports." The consul explained handing the data pad over. The kings movement was swift, reaching the maids side in the blink of an eye. She whimpered as he gripped her arm, not tight enough to break bone, but enough to keep her from escaping.

"Where did you find these?"

Her reaction was immediate. Eyes began to roll wildly with panic, her fear nearly palpable as her chest heaved. Then, another hand. Rylen was there in the next instant and the Night Haunter allowed the man to wrest the maid free. There was a fire in his eyes as he pushed her back and turned face to face with the king.

The meaning was clear.

Don't touch her, or go through me first.

Night Haunter nearly laughed; he was willing to die for her. Now that was useful. He let this little act of defiance slide, he was more interested in the reaction anyway, and watched as Rylen turned to his daughter.

"Where did you find these?" he asked softly, not going any nearer than she allowed. Her hands began to move, this too Night Haunter noticed. She was speaking with her hands, a language that the consul understood.

"She says that she'd been filing away all of Wilhelm's old reports."

Good, that was something that could be solved in the here and now. "Continue this," he ordered coarsely, "and have a report ready for me when it's done." He turned away as Rylen dismissed her. Now it was time to deal with the other Barons and their negligence, perhaps an example to remind them who exactly they were dealing with.

~~

His chest and throat burned from his screaming. There was blood in his mouth, and he found he had nearly bitten his tongue off. He spat out the pool, sticky and bitterly sweet, trying to focus on the patterns on the throne room floor. His claws had marred much of the designs, results of the violent fits that came with his visions.

Why her?

Night Haunter did not believe in coincidences. He had tried to change the future once before, but no matter what he did or tried, everything seemed to be by some unknown fate's design.

Why her?

He had seen the maid's death. Broken and dying from a great fall. He recalled the moments before the violent attack. A soft knock on the throne room door, a command to enter. She slipped through quietly, data pad in hand, only to freeze in terror as the vision took him.

She fled, a wise decision on her part, yet here she was again. She knelt on the floor with him, way out of his reach, with a platter in her lap. She was casting him furtive glances every so often, trying to gauge his state.

Why her?!

"You're going to die..." he hissed suddenly, nails digging into the floor once again but in irritation this time. A pensive look passed over her face, and this time she gripped the platter to inch ever so slowly towards him. Not enough for him to easily grasp out and reach her, but close enough to easily pass the platter itself to him with a gentle slide across the floor.

A hot drink and a data pad.

Then she made a gesture, its meaning unknown to him. Yet, before he could demand an answer she bowed her head and quickly left him.

It took a while for him to gather his wits, visions often left him drained. The drink remained untouched, but the data pad he took. Her report on the Barons files, all organized and ready to use. Without another thought he went to find his consul. He was in the kitchen, taking his evening meal when the Night Haunter slipped out from the shadows. Rylen jumped as the data pad hit the table with a loud thud, gazing at him with a look of shock and mild anger. He said nothing as he took the slate and began to look it over, with the Night Haunter pacing.

"What does this mean?" he demanded suddenly, repeating the gesture the maid had given him. Confusion crossed the consul's face,

"How do you--"

"Your daughter speaks to you with her hands," The Night Haunter snapped, "What does this mean?"

A moment of silence before he had his answer.

We all do.