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I love how blitzø's dyslexia somehow tansfers into spoken speech as well? Like yeah pop off king of course my favourite character is Angle Dust!

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I hope in KH4 Riku gets himself in trouble.

I hope in KH4 Sora is the one to protect Riku and not the other way around.

I hope in KH4 Sora realizes what Riku means when he says "Strength to protect the things that matter."

I hope in KH4 Sora finds his strength. His inner one, not the one connected to friends.

I hope in KH4 Sora and Riku have a REAL talk about the shit that happened to them.

I hope in KH4 Riku tells Sora how much him and Kairi mean to him. And how they kept him going.

I hope in KH4 they laugh together.

I HOPE IN KH4 KAIRI SHOOTS DOWN FROM THE FUCKING SKY LIKE A BADASS TO SAVE THOSE TWO IDIOTS.

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My Hawke is a bisexual disaster and poor Bethany has to suffer

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Don't mind me, I have to throw those Wicked thoughts out of my mind.

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Thanks for the tag! <3 Liberal Hearts AND Give it Form 9 👀👀

Okay, so Give It Form 9 I have just found out is distressingly bereft of actual scenes written. Distressing because I know I wrote Sephiroth murdering Princess Jasmine and setting the sultan's palace on fire, because I was then going to rewatch Aladdin and add some of the dialogue in the pre-murder scene/Sephiroth spying on Aladdin and Jasmine (also just rewatch for fun). Then, true tale as old as time, I both did not rewatch the movie that day and also abandoned writing the scene.

I also remember Riku trying to teach Alice self defense/some magic and learning she cannot wield the darkness but then having the reverse shock when Sora creates a little anti-form living shadow, but that particular scene, though I recall it being fleshed out and not just outlined (because that's what is in the Give It Form 9 doc, a list of bullet point goals and scenes I wanted to include in the next two chapters of Give It Form), was possibly just fleshed out in the "I thought about it very intently and made up dialogue in my head" variety.

ANYWAY there is a little bit of spoilery information at least.

Liberal Hearts is the Helluva Boss university AU I talked about already

HERE

But I can always tack on more information.

A few of the cameos I have planned:

Charlie as an RA. She is a Super Duper Senior on like her 14th degree because she has literally all the time in the world and loves learning

Striker as that one friend who you think is really admirable because they have Causes and then discover that's....not so true when you are dragged into a meeting and find out what those causes really are

Moxxie visiting campus with his parents during Homecoming and wandering off/meeting Blitz. Also, Stolas still being called to the yearly Harvest Moon Festival in Wrath, Blitz going with him, and them both getting roped into babysitting Millie to make sure she doesn't sneak into the pain games. Even though M&M are too young to be college students with Stolitz, I need to give Blitz his family and Blitz absolutely would form an instant beef and then a fast friendship with a 12 year old.

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more characters should be 30+ years old

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I wrote a long response to @rodhatz 's ask and then tumblr mobile gave me a "turbulent connection" error when I went to post it. This was annoying in and of itself, but then I went back to the notification of the ask/inbox to answer again and it's gone. Guess I'm supposed to keep the future of Give It Form secret.

EDIT: Never mind. Apparently Tumblr mobile posted it still. It was just delayed

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I am curious what “Liberal Hearts” is about

The actual title would be Liberal Hearts Degree, like a play on liberal arts degree, even though I cut off the last word when I named the google doc. It's a Helluva Boss pre-canon divergence/AU where Stolas convinces his father to let him postpone his marriage and ends up attending the same college as Blitzo (since we know Blitz did a semester or two and then dropped out per Truthseekers). And they were roommates!

It was a prompt by Jess/ @kiaxian (who may not be on tumblr).

I published the prologue already on AO3

READ HERE

but, maybe a better representation is this excerpt I posted for WIP Wednesday on twitter

READ THAT TOO

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WIP GAME

I was tagged by @zombiesheartwaffles and @feanicks

And I'm going to tag... @rodhatz and @derangedfujoshi and literally anybody else who wants to do this, tag me and let me cheer on what you’re working on. I also might @ some people on Twitter and get them to participate because I am a wild card like that.

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all your WIPs, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People can then send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them - post a little snippet or tell them something about it as a reply!

1) Aim Ammam!

2) Liberal Hearts

3) Give It Form 8 or 9

4) Wingmen Assemble ftre

5) How We Grow

6) Spanish Blitz (Actually I must confess the title of the file is Psanish Bliz, because I was apparently channeling Blitz a little too well at the time)

7) Enho Time Travel

8) So Many HB Idea Throw it Here

9) MHA Christmas Fic (Kinda....missed that deadline)

10) SUPRISE SK8

And so many "untitled document" that I don't want to wade through and files I haven't even opened in way too long.

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its true that complimenting strangers is fun and nice. people will go "awwww really" when you say their hair is cute. people will go "thanks" and straighten up a little when you compliment the colors they're wearing. people will say "oh yeah i got it at (place)" if you say a charm on their bag is cool. people really do appreciate it and its very whimsy and you can just do this for free

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Only right answer is: It depends on whose turn it is to do laundry. This is perpetually the Last Clean Shirt, subject to be grabbed out of the drawer by whoever wants to delay laundry another day. It's a little long on Roxas, a little short waisted for Axel, and the saying is a lot true for both of them, especially if the other one is wearing the shirt.

Okay which one of them wears this shirt

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the man loves his naps

source

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Going to try to get in the habit of posting Work in Progress Wednesdays...which will mean that I'm writing every week. Let's start with an excerpt from the upcoming Aim Ammam (your soon to be classic trope of immediately post-Sinsmas pregnancy test mix up fic) where the Mammonopolli finally comes out at Blitz's Sinsmas party.

"Shut up, Mox. Nobody likes an 'I told you so,'" Blitzø grumbled even though the shorter imp had made no such statement.. "Now are we going to play Mammonopolli or not? I have an empire to assemble."

There were various noises of assent. Stolas wasn't tracking every word, but even he had noted that there had been at least three previous declarations that games were starting, so it seemed overdue. A long, thin gift box was opened and a cute little map with drawings of Greed was unpacked alongside multiple decks of cards, a village's worth of charming little plastic houses, and some amusingly shaped iron figures that ranged from clowns to bags of gold to buckets of fried chicken. There were also stacks of money in a riotous rainbow of colors.

"Oh no! Put that back!" Stolas fretted, restraining himself from slapping the bills from Russ's hands as he took them from the box. Blitzø and Loona didn't seem nearly as distressed as he felt they should have been. They had so very little money, Stolas was discovering. These stacks had to be all of it, and now Blitzø's savings were being distributed by Loona's friend, who held onto far more than he should, claiming to be a banker--which seemed a vile lie since Stolas was sure the young man had previously claimed to work at a Radiohacks in Pentagram City.  How frustratingly like Blitzø to use this "board game" box to hold his money instead of a bank, and Stolas was sure he had no investments either. "Stop! I understand it's Sinsmas and you must all celebrate Greed, but that's not your money!"

Stolas had fallen victim to the delusion that every eye in a room was trained on him and every mouth either whispering or laughing at his expense before. In this particular situation, however, he did not believe he was imagining things.

“Stolas, babe.” The endearment was said so gently that it circled right back around to stinging like derision. Blitzø was treating him like he’d break again, because he was just such a hopeless basket case. “Have you ever played Mammonopolli before?”

Stolas found himself flushing and he wasn’t sure what for. There was more at stake here than the game. Russ was the one who should feel embarrassed for stealing Blitzø’s money. He had no reason for shame. “Well, no,” he admitted, voice dropping and threatening to give out on the second word. “But I assumed that I would be able to catch onto the rules…”

“The money’s fake.” Blitzø explained, patiently and without judgment. He pressed a few of the bills Russ had tossed Stolas’s way into his talons. “See? Crinkle it up a bit. It’s thin, right? And have you ever seen pink solbucks?”

Stolas wasn’t very accustomed to cash, but he nodded along with Blitzø’s question, acknowledging, not agreeing. No such thing as pink solbucks. Noted. He practiced his deep breathing. It was easy to match breaths to the tempo of Blitzø’s speech. The imp was speaking slowly, using the same tones he did when he attempted to talk Stolas out of his panic attacks. It only felt a bit patronizing.

“Look at the pictures. Mammon in different funny hats. It’s supposed to be funny.” Blitzø continued.

“So the money is fake. What is the little treasure map for? Are the dice for telling fortunes?” Stolas endeavored to ask intelligent questions to make up for his outburst. Judging from the unrestrained laughter of Loona’s female friend, he fell a bit short. Everyone else except Blitzø stayed silent though, as if they were pretending they weren’t being forced to listen to the inane prattling of a man severely divorced from reality.

“Stolas, I really don’t want to offend you, so, like, don’t take this the wrong way…” Blitzø qualifying statements he had yet to make was always a magnificently bad sign. “But have you played any board game…ever?”

“My servants often made up games to keep me occupied when I was a child whenever I claimed I was bored.” Stolas wanted to reclaim the words as they left his beak. He knew this wasn’t the Bored Game that Blitzø was talking about. “This was before I discovered books of course.”

Loyal, lovely Loona was the one to snort audibly now. Dear that she was, she tried her best to disguise it as a cough.

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you ever have situations that make you want to take people by the shoulders and go "you are not 15 any longer. this behavior is no longer quirky and cute. it is exhausting for you and everyone else to act like a teenager you haven't been in a decade or longer. knock it the fuck off"

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pretend like it's the first time

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Roxas just doesn’t see a point to Christmas. Axel tries to get him on board with the help of some accomplice ghosts.

Read it on AO3