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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 2 months ago

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Hi, how are you?

As you are backtracking on some of your works after the stray thought series (which are really fascinating), I decide to drop some of my inquiries.

When I read your answer on Yosano's ability, I wonder if she feel hesitant/guilty for hurting GL to heal them? Especially when they are experimenting if altering the cards works or not.

Along the 3 ways for the Cast to hate GL, you gave the reasons for 2, but how about the one about scamming old people?

Concerning abit on SAGAU, how will they punish child!Imposter? Like won't that be child abuse?

How would the general neighborhood react to 65 (I think?) people popping from nowhere?

I hope this is not too much. Always support you <3

Take care!

Hello! I am doing fine, thanks for asking. I am trying to make a sort-of update schedule. as a Stray Thought series shows, I have a lot of ideas. But they are just 'bones' of the plot. Now, I only have to add 'meat' and 'flavor' to the 'bones'. And I want the 'meat' and 'flavor' to be good.

And I never planned to abandon old works. Anime Convention and Family love(less) are important to me (one for an attempt to describe, how friendship between BSD Cast and Reader started, another one for my liking of Platonic Yanderes). Entries, that described Cast's attitude and emotions and why they start liking Reader are also important to me.

And, of course, requests and original fics aren't being abandoned.

The only fic that might be called 'cancelled/on hold' is "We will protect you". I didn't have a solid plan for a plot with this one and, after a lot of thinking I realised, that I don't like where the plot gets to, and I "overfed" the plot with a lot of details and they don't look too good in one fic. That series will be reworked after Anime Convention is finished. While the stalker plot will remain, there will be a lot less useless details.

Okay, to the questions.

1. Yosano does feel guilty. She understands, that her choice were the best out of two. It literally makes her a goddess of healing who couldn't only cure aging and death from the old age. But, if only her healing wouldn't came with the cost of injuring GL. She tries to live with this feelings. She will ensure that GL are living a healthy lifestyle, so she wouldn't use her ability as much.

Actually, everyone from BSD Cast, who were messing with cards to change their abilities, will be nervous. Ayatsuji will be afraid of killing criminals. Yosano will be afraid of trying to heal chronic illness.

So they will carefully, slowly experiment. Ayatsuji will have to join the police and solve the murder case (preferably the cold one or with serial killer), to test his ability. He was happy to know, that messing with cards worked and he can control his ability.

Back in the app, Yosano healed Akutagawa's lungs, but it didn't ease her worries. Perhaps, Akutagawa would be healed later in manga, and Yosano made it happen earlier.

She will work in a hospital with surgeons, and, if operation goes wrong, she will test her ability. If she saw, that the patient were miraculously cured from their illness, she will stop with experiment, getting her answer.

2. The third reason was added under an influence of a movie I have watched mere hours before answering that question. It was called 'I care a lot' and ot was about woman who scammed old people to get her hands on their money and belongings while sending them to a 'assisted living facility'. I didn't like it, especially main character. So my dislike topped with my personal values ended in a third reason for BSD Cast to hate GL. But, for 'in-universe' reasoning...

BSD Cast will feel betrayed. They saw GL as someone empathetic and good. While in reality, their GL are a two-faced snake, a vulture, who hurt families, and unprotected people just to get more money. That will change their like to dislike and even hate.

3. They will give them a stern talking and return Child! Imposter to their parents/guardians. Or will find them a good guardians and will make sure, that they are working on Impostor's behaviour.

BSD Cast won't hurt children. Scare them? Perhaps. Might BSD Cast's Kids start a fight with Imposter? They will be discouraged, but, if they do, Oda will quickly put the fight to an end. Will adults lay a finger on Child! Imposter. No, never.

4. They would be shocked. That's why before BSD Cast moved to The Mansion, they will stay in Poe's book, that was created specifically as a dorm for BSD Cast. Exept for Dazai, who will stay with GL, but one new person is quite easy to explain. If neighbours start asking questions about the large group of people they saw one day, GL can just lie and say they have invited friends for a game night.

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It's wasn't much, I am always happy to answer questions. I like to talk :)

Thank you for your support.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau

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employee052 · 1 year ago

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ok this might be a bit too big for my britches and not at all fitting to tsp, but ive got a small idea for a tsp trend that ended up shifting into a big week thing that im considering, but idk if anyone would be interested in

ill be putting the details under the cut just so i can put this down, but if you are interested in participating or seeing this happen then lmk in reblogs or smth so i can at least try to get smth like this set up

[ill be honest, idk how these trends work, nor do i know how to set one up, so this is just an idea i just got aksjhd]

update: the trend has started!

so, with june coming around the corner, and by extension summer i was thinking of trying to start some trend relating to summer, but not like last year with the beach trend (which i sadly missed, but it was awesome to see happen!)

that being said tho, i was tryna come up with something else other than a beach when i thought maybe a road trip?

like, maybe someone has a road trip/vacation planned for anyone in the tsp fandom to take part in (we get a shuttle bus, and everyone is invited, money mysteriously appears so we can cover the expenses for everyone)

but then i got the idea of having it so its the start of the road trip first as a trend, but then doing something like paratober but condensed down into a week or a few days or so, where its your tsp characters actually at some locations visiting it (like, theres a prompt where were at some mountains and going on a hike, or a forest, maybe one where everyone is under some aurora borealises, to even just everyone at a bar for the night)

TLDR on the potential plan:

For a few weeks or so, there will be a vacation thread where you can draw your narrators, stanleys, mariellas, curators, buckets, lines, 432s, TKs, jims, etc etc, either preparing or already ready for a road trip

this can be an outfit, bags packed, maybe everyone rushing around, your characters inside the bus or outside, yknow, pre road trip/vacation vibes

After a few weeks, theres a schedule of some sort of places everyone might go to for this trip. this is the prompt list much like for things like mermay and paratober, which are essentially for things your characters to do, like a real vacation

this would be prompts like visiting a waterfall, going to a forest, going to a resturaunt, hotels, being on the road, visiting an iceberg, going to the beach, road trip games, etc

but yeah! thats the idea skdjhff

#tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #stanley parable #tsp fandom #oz rambles #this is just me putting this thought out into the wind #so its def way too big for me to try n do askjhd

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shesjustanothergeek · 7 days ago

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Hey y'all! I just wanted to stop on in and tell you that I am indeed alive. My life has literally been so bonkers. I'm literally the victim of the AO3 Author curse. Here is the short version:

My work place has been not good since August of '24 and steadily getting worse. I worked for a small business in the Health & Wellness industry where people don't really "believe" in medicine and they also are know to create cult like structures. The owner of the business is extremely mentally ill and refuses to get any help for it. You can imagine someone who has paranoid psychosis is not fun to work with. What she did was pick a person inside her mind that she believes is out to get her with whatever it may be, and then literally bullies and harasses them and will literally excuse people of doing things they never did until they leave.

Well, turns out the person she was blaming everything on, gossiping about, and literally screaming at decided they wouldn't put up with it anymore and left. So she then had to find someone else which was me. After months of being harassed during and outside work hours, I finally had enough of it like the previous worker and quit. I had already started an exit plan before I had enough and that exit plan was starting my own business!

I'm currently self employed and I'm doing pretty good. My books aren't filled but that's better than no clients! Either way, I'm happier now that I'm not there and contemplating wether or not I'm a good person or if I'm unknowningly hurting people and trying to ruin people's lives just by existing! I also make more working for myself than I ever did for her even with overhead costs like rent and product.

I've also officially got my schedule for nursing school and have no idea how I'm going to pay for it because all my savings were spent on starting my business!

So... Yeah... I've been a little bit stressed and preoccupied with stuff, but I've really been itching to get back into my world of writing to escape and talking with those who read my stories. I'll probably give more juicy details as time goes on about what I had to deal with and the insane stuff that lady did and continues to do, but this is already super long.

Here's some updates for my stories:

NOTHING IS BEING ABANDONED

I'M STILL WRITING BUT VERY SLOWLY

If you made it this far, thank you! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

#house of the dragon #books #fanfic #hotd fanfic #wattpad #ao3 author #ao3fic #ao3 writer #life update #tgwct fic #the gods we can touch fanfic #his love fanfiction #his love fanfic

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greennoobartist · 1 month ago

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Henlo :]

Okay, so, one thing: School is over! Yey :D Wednesday was the last day and that's why i posted that "Dawn of the Final Day" post lol... Final day of school, that's what it was for :)

Wednesday and yesterday.... My social battery dried out to the minus, that's why i didn't say anything and didn't reply to probably anyone... My social battery dried and I didn't feel like talking to anyone tbh, but im good now :)

Now, since school is over and summer has started, here are few things!

I have absolutely no idea how active will i be tbh... No really, i will have free time but idk how active will i be... Im probably just sceptic tho so ill probably be online idk.. I just have a lot of Wips lol

Speaking of Wips, ill try to focus more on drawing and writing this summer :) I have a lot i wanna do and I see this summer as a chance to learn and improve so yeah :D Will i now fulfill this?..... I actually have no idea XD i hope so....

TSoTT? It's doing well :) Maybe I wasn't writing a lot but I was able to plan a lot of things that were hollow so that's still improvement.... Blue's design is ready and i just have to write the character sheet and Chapter 4 could be posted soon alongside his design.... Id love to post both before the end of May and idk if that's gonna be possible lol XD

When it comes to Tumblr, i have some things im working on... Im planning to fully update and change my intro post and that could be done before the middle of June... Another thing im working on is making a sideblog for smth which could be done by the first week of June maybe... Imma leave those two aside for now cuz I have other more important things to do atm...

Life.... Is being wild, to say the least... But imma try to keep it aside and not vent for this summer, imma keep it positive for once lmao

Bonus: sleep schedule doesn't exist anymore hahah XXDD (it's literally so ruined haha)

Anyways.... I think that's all that matters and all i have for now :)

Hope you were all doing well these days and have a nice day/evening/night :D 🫶

#fresco's chatterbox #irl shenanigans #kind of an announcement lol #im just a bit stressed lately but again. imma keep it positive :)#i have many things i wanna do and I really should calm myself down lmao XD

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corvus-witchcraft · 2 months ago

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General FAQ

How long will this game be?

The plan is to have ten chapters for each timeframe—both present-day and the medieval-era flashbacks—plus the prologue and epilogue (and Chapter 0, I guess, if you want to count that). Given the length of the game so far and how much more I have left to go, I honestly suspect that the whole game will be somewhere upwards of 1,000,000 words. But we’ll see.

How often do you plan to update?

Honestly, my work ethic is pretty garbage, so expect updates scarcely and sporadically. The day I announce an official update schedule is the day you’ll know that I’ve finally been killed and impersonated.

When will this be finished?

I have no earthly idea. Given the length of the game and the snail-pace at which I’m writing it, probably years from now.

Wait, how do you have a Frequently Asked Questions section when nobody has actually asked you any of these questions?

Hey, I didn’t say people asked me these questions! They’re frequently asked in general! Well, except the ones that are about my game specifically. I guess those are just excuses for me to talk to myself.

Why even bother writing a FAQ when nobody is going to read it, and everybody is just going to ask all these questions anyway?

So I can shame people for not reading it, I guess. Consider yourself one of the lucky few to avoid this ill fate.

Setting FAQ

Where does Soulbound take place? Do real-life countries exist, and is Stillport in one of them?

The world that Soulbound takes place in is technically fictitious, but it's still essentially a version of Earth, and (at least in the modern day) a pretty close approximation of the world we live in. The countries in our world probably don't exist in exactly the forms we're familiar with, but since international politics aren't really relevant to the present-day storyline, I don't feel particularly inclined to define that one way or the other. I guess the best I can give you is that Stillport is probably somewhere in the Soulbound equivalent of the US, just because I'm from there, and therefore all the terminology and dialect in the game will be American. I guess this doesn't really explain why the characters in the past era all talk like modern-day Americans too, when the flashbacks implicitly take place in the equivalent of medieval Europe, but I'm willing to leave that one up to people's suspensions of disbelief.

Shouldn't the MC be speaking Middle English? What about the flashbacks? Why do they all sound so modern?

This is a fair concern, and if I'm being honest, I don't have a great explanation for it, but consider that Middle English would be completely incomprehensible to anyone today. Remember how little you understood of Shakespeare when you first studied it? The MC comes from a time that's even older than that. The alternative on my end is that I could render the MC's speech (and that of all the flashback characters) in vaguely old-timey English—which would most likely resemble language from just a century or two ago, in order to be legible—but this wouldn't really be that much closer to reality, and while it may feel better to some, I honestly don't think it's worth the time and effort it would take on my end to reconfigure all the past characters' speech while still trying to maintain distinct voices and speech patterns for everyone. If it helps, you can assume that the MC picked up on the evolution of their language over time, and their memories of their past are filtered through this new perception—which is perhaps a tad implausible, but personally, I consider this an acceptable break from reality, like aliens in a sci-fi story all speaking English, or my above point about how Soulbound's universe is arbitrarily similar to ours despite featuring different countries.

How does magic work? Can anyone learn magic? Can I?

This requires a more complex answer than I can give right now (there's some optional exposition about this in-game, if you're still interested by then), but the long and short of it is that magic flows through all people, but only people born with the "gift" can learn to actually harness it. As a ghost, you're sort of an exception—since your current state of existence is inherently magical in nature, as is the bond you form with Valerie, you'll gain the option to learn a limited selection of magical effects, including a few that approximate what one could consider "spells".

What do the magical specialties mean? Are there different kinds of magic?

This information will be covered in optional info dumps in Chapter II of the story. The short answer, though, is that there are twelve schools of magic—Conjuration, Transmutation, Dispersion, Direction, Conversion, Disruption, Divination, Apparition, Vexation, Amplification, Animation, and Affliction—sorted into four branches of three schools each, known as the Weave, the Whelm, the Will, and the Wight, which correspond to the elements of matter, energy, thought, and life/soul, respectively. Mages have different strengths and weaknesses when it comes to the various schools of magic, and while all mages are theoretically capable of mastering any or all of the schools, most specialize in one and dabble in two or three others (often, but not always, within the same branch). For example, Cortez is a master of Direction, but he's also proficient in Conversion and Disruption, all three of which are schools in the Whelm branch.

Game FAQ

How do I get ___ to like me? I'm always nice/supportive with them, but their relationship stats aren't going up!

It's definitely possible that it's a bug or misjudgment on my part (even I make mistakes sometimes!), but it's also worth considering the possibility that being nice or supportive just isn't what the character wants or needs in that scenario. Every character is different, and the simplest solution isn't always the correct one—not everyone wants mindless praise, for example. My recommendation is to take some time and put some thought into figuring out who each character is and what kind of behavior they'd likely be receptive to. This might take some trial and error when you're first getting to know someone (not everyone is open with their feelings, after all), but my hope is that over time, readers will be able to identify patterns in the ROs' tastes on their own. If you're really struggling with this and need some hints, though, feel free to make a query on the subject and maybe I'll give you some pointers…if I'm feeling generous.

How do I romance ___? How does romance work in general?

So, romance is in the early stages of development right now, and some changes could still happen. It's also a little complicated compared to other systems you might be used to! But for those interested in the nitty-gritty, the way I'm currently implementing it is this: There are three stats that relate to romance with a given character: the flirt stat, which measures how often you flirt, and two attraction stats, one that measures your attraction to the character in question (as determined by your choices), and one that measures their attraction to you. The three stats are technically independent from one another; flirting won't necessarily increase either attraction stat, for example. Generally speaking, the first attraction stat (MC to RO) will change the way the narration describes the character in question and unlock flirting options. The second attraction stat (RO to MC) can be increased in many ways, flirting only being the most obvious—but sometimes, just being nice can increase an RO's attraction to the MC. Increasing this stat will never actually lock you into a romance, but some of the ROs might develop crushes on you even if you didn't necessarily intend for them to. (Sorry for the people who don't like this. But don't worry, you can let them down easy!) ROs will respond differently to the MC depending on their attraction stat, as well as how often the MC has flirted with them, but I should note this: neither of those stats are actually necessary to initiate the romance. My plan is for the MC to make a final choice on whom to romance in Chapter IX (you won't be locked in, or out of, any of the romances before this). If the RO in question has a high enough attraction stat at this point, you're set; if not, the RO will either reconsider their feelings toward you and realize that they might like you after all (if you then pass a stat check based on their relationship values), or they'll, well, reject you. Hopefully, this system will work well enough that the latter won't happen too often. The secret RO, of course, is an exception to all these rules, because that romance is structured differently from all the other romance paths. But that's all I'm going to say on that front for now!

So romance is going to be slow-burn, then?

I guess so. I'm aware that's not everyone's preference when it comes to romance, but it's the only kind I have even the remotest idea how to write, so it's what I'm sticking with.

Why are some of the romances gender-locked?

Because I write my characters with canon sexualities. I understand why some people don't like this, but it's how I prefer to do things, and that's probably never going to change. Sorry if that's not your cup of tea.

Will the secret RO be similarly restricted by gender?

No, the secret RO is pan.

Who is the secret RO, anyway?

Well, it wouldn't be very "secret" if I just told you—

It's Callum, isn't it?

Uhh, I mean, I'm not definitively ruling that possibility out, but—

What about the villain? Can I romance the villain??

I haven't even said who the villain is in this post!

But can I romance them??

… Maybe.

Oh man, I love violent, unhealthy romances with selfish, homicidal bad guys! I can't wait!!

…Well, you'll have to. Also, that's not a question.

Hey, can I be the selfish, homicidal bad guy? I'm so sick of all these games that force you to play as a decent, reasonable person who doesn't kill or manipulate anyone!

…Uh. Right. Apparently a lot of people feel this way? Which is, you know, completely normal and not at all unnerving. In all seriousness, though, I guess my answer would be…sort of. There will never be an option to play a sociopathic, serial-killing psycho. (Apologies to all the serial killers reading this.) The protagonist is fundamentally written as a character who believes (or once believed) in something, and their entire backstory is fueled by an innate desire to right perceived wrongs in the world. However, there will be options later in the game that could be considered "evil" in the deontological sense, where you can go against the conventional definition of "good" and make selfish, extreme, or even ruthless decisions—and people might die as a result. Hopefully that's close enough to satiate your bloodlust!

Will you make ___ an RO?

The only ROs, now and in the future, are the ones mentioned in the "Romanceable Companions" post—nobody else will be "made" into one. If the character you're asking about isn't one of the six main companions, your best bet is to hold onto that desperate glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, the object of your desire will happen to be the secret RO.

Speaking of which, who is the secret RO? Is it—

Next question!

Will there be any poly options?

No. Romance in general is already pretty far outside my wheelhouse, so I don't expect this to change in the foreseeable future, either.

What about sexual content?

Probably not. There might be some implied sex, but definitely nothing explicit.

Why are all these questions about romance?

Because that's what people on Tumblr care about, I guess!

But there's stuff in this game besides romance, right?

Yes, very much so. Romance is 100% optional, and even in the romance paths, the explicitly romantic content will actually comprise a pretty small percentage of the game. Buuuut, I know a lot people like to plan their whole playthroughs around who they'll eventually end up with, so I'm fine with clarifying stuff on that front.

Like who the secret RO is? I'm really hoping it's a bad guy—

Oh, look, it's the end of the FAQ!

#soulbound: a ghost story #soulbound

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fcthots · 2 years ago

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Blog stuff:

18+

send asks ab Jason Todd! Fluff, smut, angst, crack, I love it all!

(Don’t stress! I reserve the right to delete any asks that are out of my wheelhouse, no sweat. I appreciate all asks nonetheless!)

They’ll probably be posted later in the day bc that’s when I’m most active.

(try sending prompts rather than full story ideas, and by that I mean don’t send me a super specific story line you want + specific smut, just nothing that would take me a 1k to write out. I am very lazy.)

^^^^ adding more to this: I also don’t know what to add sometimes so I may just post it and open it up to the community

Also I’m a new writer so i can’t really write stuff I can’t on some level relate to bc I just can’t imagine it.

I only write for Jason Todd rn

Stuff I won’t write (updated as I go): blowjob stuff or anal, also won't do medical stuff for reader bc ~phobia~, religious stuff, spit, pregnancy

if you're not sure if you can send it, send it and ill just delete if its too much for me!

🥝🪼🪐🦕🪅🐙🦢🥭🎧🌆 👽🧶🔮🪽🎃🫀🦖🥃✨🍕🌞☆😭💌🦈🤡🌈🪷💋🐈‍⬛ 💀🐝 🍯 🐦‍⬛❄️🍩🍓🫶🧋🌷⚡️🍪 🛣 🐐🕷️⭐️🎶🎀🦇🧸🪻🍒anons taken

there is no schedule for when/how long my inbox will be open. its just when i feel like it.

Tags:

“Jason Todd” for all Jason Todd posts

“Saph’s thots” for all original writing posts

“Saph’s love letters” for asks

“Out of character” for non-writing posts

“fluff”, “angst”, "crack", "hurt/comfort", and “smut” for you’ll never guess

"Gus the cat" for Gus stuff

"tattoo artist!jason" for that AU

“Hurt/comfort” is an unofficial tag (aka I only recently started using it so it doesn’t have everything)

#saph’s thots

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brightside-of-the-upsidedown · 1 year ago

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Baby, I Got Sick This Morning

Chapter Eight

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Harringroveson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Word Count: 44,475

Status: On Going

Chapter Summary: Eddie touches base with the Party, Steve gets a cover story, Billy loves being a brat, tattoos, and Eddie and Steve finally get some of that sexual healing~ ❤

Chapter Notes: There is a moment at the end where Billy accidentally uses his hypnosis to make Steve come. No harm done and will be addressed in chapter 9, but it could be construed as dubious consent, so be warned.

Next update may take three weeks instead of two for health reasons, but I will try my best to stick to original schedule. Thank you for your support ❤

Story Summary: Steve is dying, but what hurts the most is watching how it's affecting his family, his friends, everyone around him.

Nothing seems to be helping - not his community rallying around him, not magic itself, and not the devoted attention of Eddie Munson. Eddie is a rock and a hurricane in Steve's life. Steve might also be a little bit in love with him.

Then, one day when all other options run out, Eddie introduces him to one Billy Hargrove, and Steve's already-screwed-up life might be taking a turn. But is it for the better or for the more dangerous?

Notes: not all of Steve's chronic issues will be healed. He will always have some disabilities because I ain't about about that 'cure all' shit. They're just saving his life here.

As for the magical pregnancy: it will be in the sequel, so you'll be able to read this as a stand alone if it's a squick for you. I gotchu buddies ❤

Tags: Terminal Illnesses, Chronic Illness, Fantasy, What If Stranger Things Was More Like Buffy The Vampire Slayer?, Magic Shit, Mentioned Malpractice, Magic Practice, Magical Healing Cock, Future Magical Pregnancy? It's all complicated and Fairy Tale Rumplestiltskin bullshit, Magical Creatures, Demodogs are Hellhounds, Steve is bad sick from an injury, head injuries, Head Injury, Past Torture, Past Relationship(s), past Stancy, Tinnitus, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Chrissy lived and is living her best life somewhere, mention of cults, Steve's having a bad time but it improves, Steve Needs a Hug, he's gonna get one and more, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve with long hair, I'm running out of ideas for tags so I'll add more later, please suggest tags if you like, slow updates but please comment it helps so much

#harle hums #harringroveson #metalsandwich #stranger things #steve harrington #harringrove #eddie munson #billy hargrove #steddie

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apriciticreveries · 10 months ago

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rock ( @rockwgooglyeyes ) is telling me to give into the voices, and the voices are telling me to listen to rock . . ill listen to rock .

lolol introducing this girl !

( heads up that this post is veeeery long )

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. . so . . yeagh, she’s just “ this girl “ for now, since i can’t settle on a name . . which are on the canvas . . though i am open to any other ideas ! ( don’t mind how crowded it is . also i dare someone to try and read the mountain of notes i have )

the options for her name would be, astrid ( meaning divinely beautiful, also a side note that im kinda doubtful of this one since literally 2 of my characters already have a names ), zhuli ( meaning pearl in chinese ), and then just . . modesty . yeah that could be a name . ( to me at least )

ill let you guys pick since im indecisive and cannot trust my own opinion :

anyways, now for the idea i was talking about in my original post hinting her ( im so sorry in advance rock this is probably a lot more lamer then what you had in mind )

basically, she would instead be training in anakt to be an announcer / commentator instead of an actual contestant . ( announcer as in the one shown at 2 : 15 in round 1 )

i imagine she’d mainly announce rounds, but also other things like updates on round schedules or whatever alnst needs her to say relating to the competition .

even though im pretty sure anakt doesn’t train for that kind of stuff, and probably just casts a random human as the role, what i had in mind to solve this was that anakt did train humans for the role in their earlier years, until they started to find it unnecessary and stopped doing it a few years before the 50 th alien stage came up .

one of my main ideas relating to the training ( that i need to get out or else ill just . forget . ), is that girlie would have special or different classes from her peers, and as a result, was often isolated from them and alone . even when she would have extra time to go to the garden and potentially interact with the others, she doesn’t . she doesn’t know how to, and often just observes them from afar instead .

she’d also maybe be pop up in a few of the normal classes, but other then that, i don’t think she’d be seen a lot .

another smol piece of her lore that i have, is that even before anakt, she didn’t interact with other humans often . ( kinda like @bluemoonscape’s tallis ? ) this leads to her struggle to interact with her classmates . she was often regifted between others, and never got to know others quite well because of her lack of time with them .

she was also sold at a high price ( at first ), for her “ rare “ physical appearance ( having 2 hair colors, two skin colors ( vitiligo ), and having both kinda complete ( im really not sure . one of her eye colors is a full color, and the other is two different colors ) and sectoral heterochromia )

but yeagh . that sums up what im thinking for now : 3 i dont have a lot of her lore pinned down right now, and im also still trying to figure out her themes in appearance and personality, so nothings official really official, except for the stuff i was talking about .

#alien stage oc #alnst oc

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yarameijer · 1 year ago

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Hiiii Yara!!!!

I have changed accounts bc I forgot my password, but I was Flan-Girl304! I have been commenting in ur fics for years now lol, except in the last couple of updates, bc, yk, lost my password.

Anyways, I was rereading Accidental Reverse, as one does, and now I really want to know your opinion on the relationship between Sengoku and Tenma, because I love the idea of Sengoku being so protective and caring of the rest of the team and noticing Tenmas problems/struggles early on.

He really is like a pilar of peace between all the chaos of raimon, isn't he? (Most of the time)

Also, completely unrelated, but I just realized how long it has been since Accidental Reverse started, I was still in school. Now I'm on my last year in pyschology. And now knowing the struggles of university, I absolutely understand ur updating schedule, I haven't updated my own fics in ageeeees. But I'm still hyped for whatever you decide to post in the future!

Anyways, hope you're doing well!!!

WHOAAA I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, it’s been so long!!! Hi!!! How have you been??

I'm good, just super tired! University's been pretty demanding and I ended up pulling an all-nighter last night to almost completely finish my thesis, so I am going to bed very very soon.

‘’rereading, as one does’’ you know it’s almost 300K, right

Aww Sangoku, yes we love him. He’s great. He’s the best, hands down. He’s the voice of reason, the eye of the storm; he fades into the background when compared to other members on the team, both in terms of personality and appearance (...pink hair, anyone?)

I headcanon that Sangoku is the eldest on the team and that makes him feel responsible for his teammates. We know from the anime he’s already a very caring and responsible person, as shown by his interactions with his mother; she works late often, so he is in charge of groceries and cooking and other chores. He was canonically captain before Shindou and never really got rid of some habits from that time.

Which means that, just like Shindou, Sangoku understands Tenma's struggles as captain and tries to support him as much as possible; he did the same thing when Shindou was made captain after him, although of course the specifics are different because Tenma and Shindou are different. Sangoku doesn't really interfere with the leadership part; he's not one of the loudest voices on the team, and he doesn't want to be. He can leave the decision making to Shindou, Kirino, Tenma, Tsurugi, all the more outspoken members, all more qualified and talented than him - that’s what he thinks.

Instead he tries to help in more subtle ways: by caring.

(This doesn’t just apply to Tenma, of course. Sangoku keeps an eye on the whole team - literally and figuratively. He’s the keeper, he’s always in the back, always in position to keep watch over his teammates during a match, and that doesn’t end when the match does.)

He keeps an eye on Tenma whenever he can. Does he look tired? Upset? Ill? If Sangoku notices this, depending on the severity, there's a few different things he might do. If it's not that bad, he'll usually cue in the other first-years and let them drag Tenma along to hang out and unwind for a bit. The quickest way to get Tenma to forget about his worries for a bit is to let him spend time with his yearmates and act his age. They're a chaotic bunch and there's no room for worry or stress there.

If it's worse, Sangoku might interfere more directly. If it's more of an internal problem in the team, Sangoku can and will tell the others to lay off (Shindou means well, but sometimes he gets carried away). The rest of the team listens to him, and this is a rare enough event that the few times he's had to do it, it's been very effective.

If it's an external problem, Sangoku can't honestly do much. In those cases the whole team is stressed and trying to support each other, and as much as he wishes he could, Sangoku can't just go up to their opponents and tell them to knock it off. Instead, he'll ensure (by teaming up with the managers) that there's enough snacks and drinks present for everyone, and try to keep them all calm and rational.

Sometimes, when Tenma is being especially stubborn, Sangoku will outright scold him and tell him to go home, go to bed, take a break. Tenma definitely doesn't like this, but he respects Sangoku too much to deny him.

It's even happened a few times that someone else on the team cued in Sangoku. They know Tenma will listen to him, even when he's being stubborn, and they're not afraid to misuse it.

And always Sangoku is just ready with a listening ear, an offer to help, little check-ins, even when nothing bad is happening and Tenma is just busy or mildly stressed.

Like I said, Sangoku does this with most of the team, but he's more aware of Tenma. This, again, stems from having been captain himself. Early on, when Tenma became captain, Sangoku worried and tried to make sure the kid was doing alright, and that just stuck. Even years later after Tenma has proven himself more than capable, it's an old instinct that Sangoku can't get rid of.

And Tenma doesn’t really… know? Sure, after being captain for so long, he knows the dynamics of his team. How Sangoku is the voice of reason - no, rather, how he’s the calm inside the storm, the one who worries quietly and cares for them all and has taken the responsibility to watch over them through their craziest adventures and laziest days. He knows, by logical reasoning and several late night instances where Sangoku was the one to check up on him and tell him to get some rest, that Sangoku does it for him too and he appreciates that more than he could ever say. He just doesn’t notice that Sangoku is a little more keyed into his well being specifically - probably the only one who does is Shindou, and that’s because Shindou is the exact same way, for the exact same reason (they both agreed to make yet another first-year captain, when they know the burden of it; they refuse to let him drown under the pressure).

So Tenma hasn’t noticed, is not as close with Sangoku as some of their other teammates, and Sangoku honestly doesn’t mind. Truth be told, after so much time he barely notices it himself, it’s just become a habit.

Their relationship is interesting because they don't really hang out outside of the team - sure, if the team will go out together, they'll both join if they can, but they don't usually meet up with just the two of them. They’re both closer with other people on the team. Their relationship originated as simply senpai and kouhai - Sangoku feeling a sense of responsibility towards a younger teammate, Tenma looking up and listening to an older teammate. And yet it’s grown so much from what it was. Tenma knows Sangoku's door is always open and he can always count him. Sangoku respects Tenma as his captain, and cares for him as a friend rather than a kouhai.

Funnily enough, they’ve got a bit of a similar opinion on taking care of the rest of the team. Perhaps Tenma has been unconsciously imitating Sangoku’s behavior in the way he cares for them, and even handles them when they’re acting rash. It actually makes Sangoku his biggest ally in getting the team to behave! As we see in Accidental Reverse, Tenma is fully capable of being the craziest on the team, but in his actual timeline where he's captain, he's usually the semi-responsible one, if you'll believe it (in his defense, if something happens, he's the one who has to deal with the paperwork). And Sangoku is most often the voice of reason on the team, so he will fully support Tenma when they're trying to get the team to NOT do anything stupid for once.

So yeah. In summary, this is a relationship that was at the start nothing more than regular senpai and kouhai, and funnily enough never changed much in their roles - but the sentiment behind it? That has become much more genuine. Sangoku doesn’t look out for Tenma and feel responsible because that’s what is expected of him, but because it’s Tenma. And Tenma doesn’t respect and listen to Sangoku because he’s older, but because Sangoku has time and time proven that there are few people Tenma truly appreciates and admires more.

So! I hope you enjoyed that. Oh, don’t mention how long I’ve been working on AR, I know exactly how you feel. I uploaded the preview for it on my sixteenth birthday. In less than three weeks I’ll be celebrating my twenty-third.

I am still planning to continue though, I just need to deal with stubborn characters who don’t want to be written, tss.

It was really great hearing from you again!

#inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven go #ie11 #ina11 #ie go #ina11 go #accidental reverse #accidental reverse ask #matsukaze tenma #sangoku #sangoku taichi

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ultra-raging-ghost · 1 year ago

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Okay so. i just spent all day moving and i came back to this news and i dont know how much im gonna say but ill just start talking

Best wishes to pomme and dappers ex admins, i hope theyre doing well. However, with both of them dropping the project i am 100% certain the french CCs will not be returning and im 80% sure bad will not be returning either, which is very upsetting to me but theres nothing i can do about it so im just gonna suck it up and deal with it

At its core, the QSMP was a wonderful idea and a wonderful concept, the resources it's provided for the MC community (as far as live translations in and out of game) are revolutionary and i really hope that as more servers and projects are created these features will continue to develop

I am hoping the CCs continue to play with eachother outside of the QSMP, but im not 100% sure how that's gonna work out for them, i only joined the QSMP right before purgatory and i am a bbh main so im not sure what all is gonna happen or how theyre gonna proceed moving forward. I will say that the french have been a huge part of my enjoyment of the server and i will miss them severely. I dont know if ill be able to continue watching them outside the server (the in-twitch live translations arent very compatible with my computer and there are none for VODs) but i loved them dearly, and i am sending especially well wishes to Etoiles, he's having a very hard time rn and im keeping him in my heart

I will continue to be a BBH and Tubbo main, if they play on the server i will liveblog it and i will reblog and post art on here as well as continuing my fanfictions and such, i love the project as it's gotten me through a very hard time in my life (and all this shit has happened on the day mostly ending that very hard time, irony) and i would like to continue supporting the lovely fandom space we've cultured on tumblr.

I dont know how this is gonna affect the qsmp awards and everything, i dont know if im gonna liveblog it but im curious to see who all shows up considering the current situation. I am desperately hoping Q pulls up his big boy pants and communicates with the admins, but i can understand why he wouldnt right now as this is a very slow process, and nobody knows how to keep the communications to the admins off twitter.

I am keeping my thoughts hopeful for the CCs that decide to stay and the admins who decide to stay, i will keep trying to watch tazercraft and fit but their schedules dont line up with mine so itll be hard.

its a hard time for us all right now, sit back and drink some water if you are able to, i might be reblogging some stuff tonight but im not sure how much ill be posting, keep me updated yall <3

#qsmp #qadmin situation #qsmp discourse #discourse #<- i dont consider it discourse atp #but i am putting it there because some people dont wanna see posts like this in regards to the admin situation

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tsukimefuku · 1 year ago

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Overdue introduction post

She/Her • bi/pan • AuDHD non-monogamous lady • professional tinkerer • this year I’m gonna be unstable unstoppable

If you like anything I write, please leave a comment. I do my best answer each and every one made :)

I don’t usually take requests because I came back to writing in order to let my AuDHD run wild like a toddler with a pair of scissors, completely unbound by earthly restraints. However, I do take suggestions, if you’d like to send one in my Asks.

Pen name and meaning: Tsukime Fuku or Fuku-Chan. I wanted something to resemble the owl I feel like, most of the time (I have terrible sleeping issues). Fukurou (梟) in Japanese means Owl, so I just decided to shorten it in katakana (フク). I wrote Tsukime in kanji (疲明) mixing up the gloomy and tired aspect from “Tsuki” with the bright one from “Me”. I’m a tired, gloomy, somewhat optimistic millenial owl.

My letters from the LGBTQIAP+ community: B for kissing multiple genders and A for demisexual (I can’t spell, sorry). Also, I’ve got a wife.

Where I’m from: A country well known for being God's wild random sandbox experiment 🇧🇷 For that reason, English is not my native language (you can communicate with me in Portuguese, Spanish and English. If by any chance you say something in Italian, please make it three-year-old friendly).

Current fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen (main) and Hazbin Hotel (secondary).

Former or everlasting fandoms: Death Note, Fullmetal Alchemist, flanaverse, Bojack Horseman, Rurouni Kenshin, Avatar (both The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra — I’m a Korra stan), Sherlock (books, stories, and BBC Series), Steven Universe, House MD, Supernatural, and other things I’ll add as I remember them.

Favorite genres of fiction: murder/mystery (b1tch! grew up reading Sherlock), terror, horror, drama and millennial comedy / dark humor. Currently, I’ve been getting into smutty fiction and rather enjoying it. I also want to write some chick lit stories, so...

Fun(?) facts about me I had enough time to come up with, instead of nervously sweating in the middle of a date thinking about them (this might get updated regularly, but probably won't - most recent will be at the bottom of the list):

Yes, I’m a criminal defense attorney. I love and hate my job multiple times a day.

I have a deranged type of humor (it's because of my inner demons. They have many voices. One of them is Carol)

I am unhinged and shitpost like a hell spawn. That's not a fun fact, it's a warning

I'm controlled by a monkey with a typewriter that lives inside my head. It feeds off of my anxiety during the day, then gives it back to me at night. It's lovely.

My writing process goes about like this: I get an idea. It plagues my every waking moment. If I don't write it, I realistically believe it might consume me into oblivion. So I write. Should I write because it's fun? Sure. Do I write to quench the thirst for dopamine of my inner demons (that have many voices, one of them is Carol)? Absolutely.

I got diagnosed with ADHD in my early 20's, and autism in my late 20's. These were definitely my roaring 20's, and we don't talk about it.

I try to be a kind person when I can. As a lady in her late 20's with some life and trauma experience involving mental illnesses, addiction, grief, and much more, you can always DM me if by any chance you need to talk about anything. I don't bite (much).

I realized I've been chatting with an online acquaintance that lives with a 12+ hour difference. That's how fucked my sleep schedule is — you can't fuck up your sleep schedule if you have none, amiright?

I need a soundtrack for everything I'm doing. It makes talking to people in real life very difficult.

I never know what day of the month it is. It's led me to receive happy birthday's unannounced and feel very confused at the people congratulating me on "my special day". I had done nothing special. It made no sense.

I tend to write very fast. It's the monkey's fault.

My most unpopular opinion: HIMYM ending was the correct choice, and made perfect sense for Ted and Robin.

My favorite quotes in English are the ending to The Great Gatsby (“so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”) and a tidbit from Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest (“Truth is rarely pure and never simple”).

My favorite poem of all time is "Tabacaria" by Fernando Pessoa.

Something you’ll NEVER see me writing in love stories is romanticized jealousy and possessiveness. Everyone has their thing, but that’s really not mine, and I don’t enjoy writing it. When I DO write about jealousy, I like to explore the underlying insecurity and pain behind it.

I’m here to spread the non-monogamy queer agenda.

If you read this through the end, thank you, and I'm slightly concerned for your mental well-being. Come on over and have a cup of tea.

🦉

#intro post #tsukimefuku

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gt-ambi · 1 year ago

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Greater and More Terrible

On a quest to slay a malevolent witch, a knight of the realm goes missing. Fearful of what fate may have befallen the knight, his squire, Elliott, sets off into the witch's domain in search of his master. The young man soon comes face to face with the witch herself and falls victim to a powerful curse. Reduced to less than half a foot tall and imprisoned in the witch's cabin, can Elliott find a way to break the curse and escape? Or will he meet his end and disappear without a trace in the shadowed depths of the forest the witch calls home?

Masterpost

Preface

Hello all! This is my first foray into the Tumblr g/t community, though I've been lurking here for a few years. I'm excited (although a bit nervous) to finally be posting something. I have a few other story ideas that I'm working on here and there, and I can't promise any kind of consistent update schedule, but regardless, my number one goal is to tell a decent story, so I hope you enjoy! I welcome any feedback, comments, criticisms, etc.

Chapter One: Alone

In which Elliott makes one brave, somewhat questionable decision and a few less brave, definitely questionable decisions. Running blindly through the forest is probably a fine thing to do, right? And what's that saying - always trust strangers? I think that's how it goes, anyway. *Note* - there's no g/t in the story yet, but there will be! I just gotta cook a little, first.

CW: General Fear, Pain, Embarrassment, Poor Survival Skills, and a Squirrel-Related Inciting Incident

Next Chapter: Coming Soon...

Word Count: 3,479

The food would last another day – maybe two, if Elliott was careful with it. After that, he would be in trouble. He wasn’t any kind of outdoorsman, and he was sure that a novice trying to hunt or forage in the witch’s woods might as well be asking to meet the gods of death. As the name suggested, a witch of great power and ill repute had supposedly claimed the forest as her territory, and Elliott didn’t want to risk drawing her attention.

If it came down to it, he supposed there was always the food set aside for Sir Geoffrey. On the other hand, if the knight came back and found that his squire had stolen from his pack… Elliott shuddered at the thought. That wasn’t an option.

He is going to come back, isn’t he?

It wasn’t the first time he’d had the thought since Sir Geoffrey left him here four days ago, in the clearing where they had set up their camp. The first day had been almost nice, aside from the general anxiety of being alone in a supposedly cursed (or haunted, depending on who you asked) forest. Days apart from Sir Geoffrey were a rare gift—a break from the insults and the so-called training that left Elliott with bruises more than anything else.

The second day, the peace of solitude gave way to the unease of isolation, but Elliott hadn’t been worried about Sir Geoffrey. It only made sense that finding the witch’s lair and slaying her would take more than a day, even after leaving behind the “dead weight”, as Sir Geoffrey had so kindly phrased it.

On the third day, as morning settled into afternoon with no sign of the night, the thought tickled the back of Elliott’s mind for the first time. Is Sir Geoffrey all right? He tried to push it down, to tell himself it was an irrational question. Of course, Sir Geoffrey was all right—he was a knight of the realm, a champion of the people, a vanquisher of evil! And yet, despite his efforts, the worry wormed its way deep into Elliott’s thoughts, repeating again and again through the rest of the day, until he dozed off into fitful sleep that night.

This morning, Elliott had been torn from slumber by horrible, shrill chittering. He woke with a start, sure that some awful beast of the haunted (or cursed) forest was descending to take his life. In his tired haze, he groped for his nearby walking stick—the closest thing he had to a weapon. Armed as well as he could be, he sprang to his feet, ready to fight for his life.

There was no monster to slay, no magical creature to fend off. The raucous noise came from a half-dozen squirrels fighting over, around, and in Elliott’s pack. He stared at them, almost disappointed, until one of them popped up over the lip of the pack with a chunk of bread. Then, in a horrible flash, Elliott realized they had been fighting over his food. He charged at the rodents, screaming and waving his stick wildly.

The squirrels scattered, but the damage had already been done. The rations that were supposed to last him another week had been ravaged. Elliott salvaged everything he could, but what hadn’t been eaten outright was largely inedible, trampled in the dirt or torn to shreds and covered in fur.

Elliott’s chewed on his lower lip as he considered the predicament. His leg bounced nervously. He already wasn’t thrilled about being in the witch’s forest, but he had taken some solace in the assurance of the camp—if nothing else, he had a tent to sleep in, and food to eat. But now, the camp didn’t seem like such a haven.

Elliott was once again keenly aware that the forest penned him in on all sides. The ancient trees loomed at the edge of the clearing like giants standing at attention. Their broad branches hung heavy with leaves and cast dark shadows on the forest floor. Elliott’s view of the autumn sky was reduced to a blue circle high above him and whatever flecks he could spy through the shifting red-and-gold canopy. Any other direction he looked, all he could see was the forest.

Surrounded by the sea of trees, low on food, and with no sign of Sir Geoffrey, Elliott suddenly felt very small. That was hardly new – even at eighteen years old, he stood only five-foot-four, and he had a young face. When combined with his baggy tunic, which he’d owned since he was fifteen and still thought he would grow into it, Elliott appeared younger and smaller than he was, and people often treated him as less than significant. But where people were might be rude, or even malicious, the forest felt hungry. Elliott didn’t feel denigrated or offended—he felt hunted.

“Okay,” he said aloud, as if breaking the silence would ease the panic rising in his throat. “What options do I have?” He would make a list, that’s what he’d do. Lists were good. Lists made order out of chaos. Lists let you look objectively at a situation. A list would help him find the right course of action.

“Option one: starve to death.”

No! Idiot! He shook his head. Not an option. Try again.

“Option one: stay here and keep waiting. It’s not like I have no food left. Maybe I can stick it out for a while longer. I mean, Sir Geoffrey could be on his way back right now, for all I know.”

Assuming he’s coming back at all, his brain added helpfully. He tried to ignore it, but it had a point. If Elliott waited, and Sir Geoffrey didn’t come back, then he’d be in a worse situation than before.

“Option two,” he continued. “Try to get out of the forest. There’s that village we passed before—if I can make it there, then I can resupply and…” He trailed off. And what? He asked himself. Come back and wait some more? That wouldn’t solve anything. Besides, if Sir Geoffrey was coming back, it would probably be soon. If he wasn’t coming back, then he was either in serious trouble, or he was dead—and the more time passed, the more likely it was to be the second possibility. So that wasn’t an option either, which only left…

“Option three.” Elliott’s fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He didn’t want to say it. If he said it, it was real. If it was real, he’d have to do it. He really wished he didn’t have to do it.

“Option three,” he repeated. “Go looking for Sir Geoffrey myself.” It was a horrible idea. Elliott wouldn’t stand a chance against anything that Sir Geoffrey couldn’t handle. What’s more, if the knight returned to camp while he was away, Elliott wasn’t certain that Sir Geoffrey would wait for him to return. Even so, Elliott had a responsibility to uphold. If Sir Geoffrey might be in trouble, Elliott was honor-bound to at least try to help him.

Elliott groaned loudly and started to gather his things. Sure, he was probably walking straight into certain death, but he might as well be prepared in case he wasn’t. He couldn’t carry everything, though. He’d have to make some choices. The food would come with him, of course, both his own and Sir Geoffrey’s. The tent would have to stay, and so would one of the bedrolls—trying to strap both to his pack threw off his balance. His walking stick was invaluable, as it would at least give him a chance to try and protect himself. The cookware was too heavy and took up too much space, so it had to stay as well. The rest of the space in his pack was claimed by the tinderbox, an extra water skin, and the emergency supplies—bandages and such.

When he was done, Elliott slung the heavy, wood-framed bag onto his shoulders and picked up his stick. He stood at the edge of camp and looked out into the forest, at the gap in the trees where he had last seen Sir Geoffrey.

Is this really a good idea? Elliott thought. Part of him wanted nothing more than to turn around, go back to the tent, and pretend like nothing was happening. No, he decided, this is definitely not a good idea. But I don’t have a choice. He gritted his teeth. He could do this. He had to do this. He took a deep breath and, on shaking legs, strode away from the camp, into the depths of the forest.

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A few hours later, Elliott found himself deeply regretting his choice. The gnarled, twisting branches of ancient trees reached toward him from every angle. They caught and tugged at his clothing and pack as though trying to pull them into their embrace. Though Elliott knew the sun must be nearing its zenith, the shadows seemed darker than ever, and heavy as pitch where they settled in the brush. The undergrowth hissed with the passage of dozens—no, hundreds, or even thousands!—of unseen creatures. In Elliott’s mind’s eye, each rustle marked a monster fouler than the last.

His breath hitched painfully in his chest. His aching eyes begged him to blink. His knees threatened to give out from beneath him. He couldn’t stop himself from trembling. Even so, he kept moving.

This is what a knight must do, he thought. A knight must not quail in the face of their fears. He repeated it over and over, clinging to the thought like flotsam after a shipwreck. It bobbed and tipped in the sea of Elliott’s fear. If it sank, there would be nothing keeping Elliott apart from the great, dark terror below—the truth he was doing his best to ignore. The truth that however awful the forest was, the witch, greater and more terrible than anything in her dread domain, was waiting at the end of Elliott’s quest.

He stopped briefly, giving into some of his body’s demands. He leaned heavily on his walking stick, blinked the tears from his eyes and shifted his pack to sit more comfortably on his shoulders. When he was ready to move again, he looked up.

Something looked back at him.

A pair of predatory eyes, pale green tinged with yellow, gleamed dimly from within the brush. Elliott’s instinct took over; almost before he knew what was happening, he was running. The branches which had tugged at him before now struck him as he rushed past, carving bright, hot lines across his face. He threw his free arm up to take the worst of it. It cost him his vision, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t care where he was going as long as he escaped whatever lurked the darkness.

Fate, it seemed, had other plans for Elliott that day. At that moment, his foot landed wrong. Caught in the thicket at full speed, he pitched forward with a crack. Blinding pain shot through his lower leg. His shoulder slammed into the trunk of a tree and he caromed off it, crashing to the ground and rolling through the brush. It almost slowed his momentum enough to keep him from going over the edge. Almost.

The half-second of freefall nearly stopped Elliott’s heart. He landed hard on sloped ground, finding no reprieve from his agony as he continued to roll, now careening down the side of the steep hill. The stones and vegetation littering the hill did little to slow him. Every bump sent waves of pain through his body, radiating out from his leg. It was less painful when he rolled over top of his pack, but only just. The objects inside rattled and the wooden frame creaked ominously. His walking stick caught fast on something and was torn from his hand.

Elliott tucked his head to his chest. It was all he could do. Tears streamed down his face. He was dimly aware that he was screaming. Gods, please, he thought desperately. Please save me. Please let it stop.

As if in answer to his prayers, the base of the hill appeared beneath Elliott. The slope flattened, suddenly and jarringly, to level ground, and Elliott came to a shuddering stop on his side.

His head spun. His ears rang. His eyes and throat burned. His leg throbbed with pain as bad as he had ever felt. Every inch of his body hurt. His breathing was ragged, and his heart pounded as though it were trying to break through his ribs.

The outside world was lost to Elliott—his body’s misery commanded his attention. Time was likewise a mystery. He didn’t know how long he lay on the forest floor, wracked with pain. It might have been mere moments. It felt like hours.

After some time, the pain began to subside. Elliott’s breath steadied. It wasn’t so bad anymore. Even the stabbing agony in his leg had dulled to a sharp ache.

“Are you all right?”

Elliott flinched at the unfamiliar voice. He hadn’t realized he was no longer alone. Who were they? How long had they been there? Elliott stiffly uncurled and raised his head.

A woman crouched at Elliott’s side, brows deeply furrowed over amber eyes filled with concern. One hand rested on Elliott’s knee. The woman appeared to be around thirty, though life had apparently spared her the common ravages of disease and injury, as her smooth, olive skin bore no scars that Elliott could see, pox or otherwise. Her thick, dark hair was swept to one side and curled past her shoulders. The sleeves of her simple, cream-colored blouse were pushed up to her elbows, and mud stained her deep green skirt at the knees.

“Are you all right?” The woman asked again. She spoke softly, but her voice was steady and strong, and it flowed like warm honey. It might just have been the relief of seeing another person for the first time in days, but Elliott found something about her voice reassuring.

“Ah, y-yes,” Elliott stammered. He scrambled to his feet, wincing as he put weight on his injured leg, and looked himself over. A few cuts here and there, a few bruises, and of course, his leg still hurt, but aside from that (and his fresh coating of dirt and leaves), he was basically intact. “I’m all right, I think. Mostly. That is, I’m more or less all right. Still in one piece, anyway.” He mentally kicked himself. Stop rambling! “Thank you for asking,” he finished lamely.

The woman stood as well. To Elliott’s surprise, she was a few inches shorter than him. He didn’t often meet many people who were. “I’m glad to hear it,” the woman said with a smile. “That was a nasty fall.”

Elliott’s face flushed, and the tips of his ears burned. “Oh. You… you saw that?” It was one embarrassment after another.

“I heard it from the trail,” she said, and pointed away from the hill. Beyond the trees, a narrow path of worn dirt wound through the forest. A lidded wicker handbasket sat on the side of the path. “It was a bit of a shock at first,” the woman continued. Her smile grew slightly mischievous. “I was worried there was a banshee haunting the woods. Of course, banshees don’t make so much noise outside of the screaming, so I realized that couldn’t be it and came to take a look.”

Elliott’s flush deepened at the joke. Gods above, she must think I’m an absolute idiot. “It seemed worse in the moment,” he said by way of an explanation. “Really, I’m just grateful I didn’t get more badly injured.”

“Small blessings,” the woman said. Her eyes sparkled like she was holding back laughter.

What was funny about that? Elliott wondered. The thought was quickly pushed aside by a sudden realization. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’ve been so rude! I haven’t introduced myself yet.” He brushed the front of his clothes as best as he could and gave the woman a small bow. “Elliott Weathersby, at your service, ma’am.”

The woman shook her head. “If you’ve been rude, then so have I. Please, call me Laurel. No need for the ‘ma’am’, either. I’m no more a lady than I am a king. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Elliott.

“The pleasure is mine, m—” Elliott caught himself. “Laurel,” he corrected, somewhat sheepishly.

This time, Laurel did laugh. Elliott could tell it wasn’t mean-spirited, but his meager pride felt the blow anyway. He felt foolish a lot of the time, but right now, he may as well have been a court jester.

“Well,” Laurel said, “now that we’ve officially met each other, I have to ask—how did you end up in a heap at the bottom of a hill this deep in the forest, anyway?” She looked bemused. “I don’t usually see anyone out here at all, let alone in the…” She tilted her head and waved a hand vaguely in his direction. “…state you seem to have found yourself in.

Elliott scratched the back of his head and glanced away. “It’s a bit of a long story,” he said, determined to not appear more foolish than he already did. “To put it briefly, I’m looking for my traveling companion. He went off on his own a few days ago, and I haven’t seen him since.”

Laurel frowned. “Rather inconsiderate of him to wander off like that. What does he look like? It’s possible we’ve crossed paths.”

“You would probably know if you had seen him. He’s a knight, after all.”

If Elliott had been more alert, less weary, or less distracted by his lingering aches and pains, he might have noticed the momentary pause before Laurel responded. He might have heard the slight change in the tone of her voice as she asked, “A knight?” He might have remembered Sir Geoffrey’s warnings to be wary while in the woods.

But he wasn’t. And he didn’t.

“Right,” he nodded. “Armor, sword, steed, all of it. The very image of chivalry.”

Laurel folded her arms. “Except for the part where he left you alone in the woods.”

“No, no, that’s different!” Elliott assured her. “He has a very important job to do. I’m just a squire, and a poor one at that. I would have just been in the way, so it was for the best.”

“Hm.” Laurel didn’t seem particularly assuaged by the explanation. “In any case, I haven’t seen any knights. That being said, I did find a horse wandering in the forest yesterday. Could it be your errant knight’s?”

Elliott’s stomach dropped. He tried to stay calm. Maybe it was just a coincidence. “Was it a white mare?” he asked. “Did the saddle pad have crests of roosters on either side?”

“It was a white mare, yes, but she didn’t have any kind of tack on when I found her.”

Elliott’s concern grew. “None at all? No saddle, no reins, no bit or bridle?” He could feel his worries rising, like a pot about to boil over. “Did she have any distinctive markings, or a brand, or anything like that?

“I’m not sure…” Laurel tapped her chin and thought for a moment. She snapped her fingers. “How about this? My home isn’t far from here. Why don’t you just come with me and see her for yourself.”

Elliott nodded. “I would appreciate that very much, thank you.” The sense of relief that had been growing over the course of the conversation had all but shattered. His mind raced, conjuring up all the most horrible, gruesome things that might have happened. The only thing keeping his anxiety from becoming panic was the possibility that it was a different horse.

“Then let’s not waste any more time,” Laurel said. She walked back toward the path. “Follow me.”

At the side of the path, Laurel stooped to pick up her basket. “I can carry that,” Elliott blurted. Laurel looked at him quizzically. “Not that you need me to,” he added hastily. “Just that—well, my mother always told me that one good turn deserves another, and you’re helping me, so I—I should help you, if I can.” “I suppose I won’t say no, if you’re so eager to offer,” Laurel said with a shrug. She raised a warning finger. “But let me know if your leg hurts too much, and I’ll take it back. There’s no need for you to overtax yourself."

“I will,” Elliott agreed. She held out the basket, and he took it. The damp, earthy scent of mushrooms rose from within.

“All right, then.” Laurel turned and set off down the trail. Slinging the basket over his arm and into the crook of his elbow, Elliott followed.

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wintergrew · 1 year ago

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Actually i will say on KAYF...

The basic premise of KAYF was an idea I first got roughly ten years ago after watching various vampire media. (Let the Right One In, Shiki, etc.) Not the whole plot, but the basic premise of a (queer) couple broken up by one becoming a vampire while their town is being destroyed by...well, vampires. Originally with my friend's and my Star Wars ocs from the MMO swtor we were obsessed with and made a billion AUs for, but very quickly it became its own thing in my head with new OCs.

But at that point in my life i was not writing fiction. I was always too self conscious of my writing because someone flamed my cringeybwriting on Neopets when I was, like...8 or something. So I literally went a full ass decade without writing fiction (with the exception of a couple attempts i immediately abandoned because I hated them) until I decided to try again with South Park fanfiction because i don't even know. Which includes The Thief, which I was shocked people liked. It was a TERRIBLE point in my life, I should say, so having people enjoy what I wrote and saying nice things about it was quite literally one of the only good things I had.

But anyway I still had that vampire idea in the back of my head, but just as random scenes that played in my head of the two main charades + the person who ended up being Estella. (Though originally her and Scott's role was combined.) The plot wasn't really defined or anything, but the basic ending was in my head from the very very beginning.

Anyway...2020. i was supposed to see MCR. Then COVID postponed it. I was very sad about this. So I extra emo-ly listened to a shit ton of MCR. And listening to MCR, suddenly I was thinking about that vampire story and their music pretty much helped me put the plot into place. The terminal illness plotline. The vampire of the pairing being obsessed to save his love and the cruelty from the other vampires regarding that. And ofc the song Kill All Your Friends itself gave me the set up of an IT-like time skip where someone died and they all go back.

They were all still 100% OCs in my head at this point. I didn't really have much confidence anyone would like these idea but, I was actively writing South Park fanfiction people liked well enough. I'd only ever written fanfiction. So I was like "huh I guess I can make this idea Creek".

So I did. And then wrote three chapters and didn't update for a full year.

But then in 2021 it became my ADHD obsession. I stopped caring about The Thief Trilogy. All I could think of was KAYF and wrote the rest of it in three or so months... Over 100k words. Pretty sure the update schedule was longer than that, but I spaced out chapters by a week long after I was finished.

And people seemed to like it. It was too dark to be as popular as the Thief Trilogy, but I knew that. It was a much more personal story, though, especially with how emotional it was, so it meant SO MUCH to me that anyone liked it. Also because The Thief Trilogy feels basically just like a bloated fanfiction adaptation of the SOT game to me, while KAYF feels like mine, so the kind words for it meant even more in a way.

Until someone I thought was a friend trashed it relentlessly. Like, I'm fine with constructive criticism but they were just horrible. Spoiled the plot for people who wanted to read it directly after i asked them not to, went on condescending rants about how there was too much filler, how Tweek in it was an awful character who deserved to die, claimed characters were all too unsympathetic, joked about parts I meant in earnest, etc. And they got really mad at me that my feelings were hurt by this. It was a whole thing.

Anyway, I'm still to this day years later obsessed with this story year. I think about it every day, which is probably more unhealthy ADHD shit. And I always think about how to make it better. I hate how I wrote it so fast and didn't think about certain details or pacing or what have you. Like, once I finished writing it, I was sad because I wanted to keep writing it. I still do.

I hate that I disappoint people by not having it out there. I want it out there, just not the version I rushed in three months.

So, for now, the fic is hidden. Indefinitely.

Anyway if you read all this tl;dr rambling congratulations I guess.

#kayf

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