#<- changing the tag cus this is less of an au and more of a fic series :D

[r3drashii]

Snapshot: Chapter 12

(A/N: google search how do you write action scenes)

“What-” “I said we need to run!”

Mack pulled Sammie off the ground, slinging her hand over his shoulder. “Come on!”, he shouted. “Where are we even going?!”, Sammie exclaimed, still confused. “I don’t know, but we need to get away from here,” Mack replied, dragging Sammie along with him. The stomping was getting louder and faster, and Sammie was only slowing the two of them down. Mack ran as fast as he could, throwing caution to the wind. Everything looked the exact same, like they were going in a wide circle. Mack had one of three options: He could keep running, he could try to confront the creature, or he could try to hide. He took a deep breath, and looked at Sammie. “Listen,” he said, “I’m gonna hide you in that cluster of bushes, and when I do, don’t come out ‘til I say it’s all clear. Got it?” Sammie stared at him, before replying, “Are you nuts?! You’ll get both of us killed!” “It’s the only way. Just trust me on this one,” Mack retorted. Sammie sighed. “Ugh. Whatever you say,” she muttered. “Alright,” Mack said, “Ready when you are.” Sammie nodded. “Ready,” she reluctantly said.

That was all that Mack needed to hear.

He swerved to the left, stopping right at the cluster of bushes. “Hide here,” Mack said, jogging in place. “I’ll try to take this thing down.” “Got it,” Sammie replied, squatting behind the bushes. “Stay safe out there.” Mack nodded, and turned around. He had nothing on him but a pocket knife, but he was agile. He needed every advantage he could get. He unsheathed his blade, ready to attack. 

Then, the creature showed its face. 

 It was large, about twice the size of Mack, and two bug-like eyes stood on top of its head. The creature let out a mighty roar, and charged at Mack. He jumped back, easily dodging the beast’s attack. Now, it was time for an attack of his own. He lunged at the creature, pocket knife in hand. “Take this, ya jerk!”, Mack shouted, grabbing onto the creature's back.  He swiped at the beast with his knife, stabbing at it with all his strength. Suddenly, the creature shook itself violently, flinging Mack off without warning. He flew through the air, hitting the ground with a thud. Sammie gasped. She had to do something, or else Mack would get killed. “Sorry for this, Mack,” she mumbled, “But I’m trying to save your skin.” She leaped out of the bushes, flailing her arms wildly. “Oi! Monster! Over here, ya brainless freak!”, she yelled, trying to grab the creature’s attention.  The beast snarled at Mack, ready to finish him off. Sammie had moments to grab that thing’s attention, or else Mack would be devoured. Then, she spotted a rock next to her. Without hesitation, she threw it at the beast with all her might. “I said, leave him alone!”, she screamed, ready to take the blow for her friend. The creature turned around, growling at Sammie. She stood up tall, chest puffed out, in an effort to intimidate the creature. Then, the beast lunged at Sammie.  She braced for impact, knowing that this may be the last thing she ever did…

Then, the beast stopped and fell to the ground, dead.

Behind it was Mack, his spacesuit stained with the blood of the creature. He sheathed his pocket knife, not uttering a word. Sammie was trembling, still in shock of what she just did. It wasn’t like her to put her life on the line for someone she barely knew, but Mack was…different for some reason. She had only known him for about an hour, but they had already formed a strong bond.  “So,” Sammie said, finally snapping out of her trance, “We gonna talk about what just happened?” Mack nodded his head in disagreement. “Alright. Let’s keep moving. My leg is feeling a little better, so I can walk on my own now. If that's any consolation…” Mack nodded in agreement , still distraught from what he just did. Sammie started walking off, slow enough that Mack could catch up, but fast enough that she could make a decent pace. Mack slowly walked behind her, nervous and afraid. “Uh…” Mack mumbled, “Thanks for distracting that creature. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be dead right now.” “No problem,” Sammie replied. “So,” Mack hesitantly said, “I, uh- kinda owe you one now, don’t I?” “Don’t worry about it,” Sammie insisted. “Call us even for when we first crashed.”

Later that evening, the two of them had found a clearing and decided to set up a makeshift base camp there. The two of them were chatting, trying to get each other's minds off the fight earlier that day. “...You should've seen the look on her face,” Mack told Sammie, “She looked like she had seen a ghost!” Sammie chuckled. "Must've been terrifying," she said before letting out a huge yawn. "Well, I'm heading off to sleep. We'll start back up tomorrow." "Night," Mack said. "Talk to ya tomorrow." "Good night," Sammie replied, before zipping herself into her sleeping bag. Mack sighed.

This was going to be a long mission.

[altruistic-meme]

❤️ 🏷 📗

>:333 hiiiiii

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

OUGHHHH this is hard because i've written quite a bit and a few kind of stick out to me when i think about it hhh

so im gonna cheat a bit and give you two!! mostly cus the first one is very short sdkgh

this exchange happens in an upcoming aftg fic and i adore the energy of it so much and how much i feel it says about the characters and im aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

”It's not simple.“ ”Then simplify it.“

and then also there's this paragraph as well from 'laurent stabs damen' that i am so proud of bc again i think it fits Laurent's character so so well (especially considering this specific au)

“I would have,” Laurent said from his position behind a sword. [...] The Prince turned to look at him, his expression curious. Laurent continued, “You would have killed him.”

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

this depends a lot on what fandom im looking at!!! usually i have certain types of stories i lean towards more for one fandom than another. (it also depends on my mood at the time but less so)

however one of my all time favorite tags in general is canon divergence!! i just adore seeing all of the different points in a story that people can change the course of the story, and how they do it, in what way, etc. (i went on a long rant to my poor mother about all of the different things to take into account when writing a raven!neil au, for example, because there are so many options for how he became a raven, where in canon the story diverges changes a lot about neil's character, his relationships, the other character's relationships to him, etc!!!)

i just think there is so much to be explored in canon divergence aus that it is often one of the first things i'll reach for!!

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

i've briefly considered it, but i don't know that i ever will! i've never really felt... comfortable? with creating OCs, for some reason. it's just never been something i've really done for fun or joy. so it's not something that i've really wanted to just go out and do. i'm perfectly happy borrowing other people's characters and simply exploring universes through them!

[ fanfic writer asks ]

[pink-buster]

Can you tell me more about your hometown horror au

ABSOLUTELY!!! Though just a thing before I start, this is a vent/coping au (basically an au meant for projecting my feelings/problems onto) so things can get a bit dark as you'd expect :( I will tw/cw everything that I remember, but just a warning before I start!

Also, note: most of the events are metaphorical for things that happened to me irl/I go through irl so. this isn't really "my life story but with Deltarune chars" it's just mostly metaphors/symbolism

Also don't expect this au to make TOO much sense, I just kinda go w my emotions for it lol, I'm aware it can be pretty nonsensical at times

CW: child neglect mention, brief emotional abuse mention, snowgrave route mention, general depressing stuff

"Chapter 1" events are still being written so this is MOSTLY gonna be "chapter 2 onward" centric cus it's the most developed rn? Also since only 2 chapters are out right now in the canon game,, some things MAY change in the future depending on what happens. sooo this story might not be the same when future chapters come out

Basically the chapter 2 events start kind of the same? Susie and Kris go on another dark world adventure, they find Noelle and Berdly there, etc. However, in this au, things happen and Berdly figures out a way to overthrow Queen and take over cyber world as his own (told you it can be nonsensical at times LOL)

Desperate for attention and adoration after being neglected for so long, he attempts to take over the world and make everyone pay attention to him in the only way he knows how in the moment??? He also kinda has this thing where he can do smth similar to what Giff.any does in Gra.vit.y fa.lls (not gonna put this in another tag lol) like how she travels from different devices. Berdly can do that kinda. idk how to describe it

Meanwhile, unfortunately (because I went through similar types of ab*se during my life. hhh) the snowgrave route is in the main storyline (I may make a version of a different timeline in the future, with a different route as the storyline, mainly cus the snowgrave route is. really sad to me and what follows in this au makes me really sad?? So I might make an alt timeline for this au that's a bit happier than this one)

Noelle loses control of her ice powers in the dark world shortly after, and can't be left around other people for very long, as she might hurt them, or worse

She eventually has to be locked away in a room in Ralsei's castle, because she's way too emotionally unstable to go back to Hometown again (it wouldn't be very safe for her), and her powers (which are mostly emotion-based in this au) are too out of control to be around people in dark worlds. Some of the gang still visits her (mostly Susie), but she doesn't get much socialization due to what happened. ;;v;;

Yea it's. kinda depressing. but I mean. that's what happens when a traumatized mentally ill teenager makes a coping au ig ;;<;;

There's a lot more, but I don't want to make this post too long :']

Sorry if I seem less bubbly (???) than I usually am in my posts, I wanted to be more serious for this post due to the more serious subject matter mentioned?

[kidhawks]

More fic recs? If you’re busy no worries but your recs are always quality

again, i’m reading less lately, but here’s some hawks fics i’ve at least started and enjoyed!! or ones i forgot to put on my other lists....

Fight or Flight: dabihawks, focused on hawks and the league of villains, revolves around thief takami showing up!

would you wash my back just this once? more thief takami cus that’s my jam atm >:3 post-raid, hawks’ father comes back into his life. only 2 chapters out but i love <3

Bog Standard: bird bros! post-raid moment between hawks and tokoyami.. i like their characterisation here

a path you’ve walked before (feels like home): dabihawks, i’ve been chatting with @stitchthepaleontologynerd abt their siren au for a while now and i’m so happy to see the first chapters posted! so much worldbuilding went into this au where hawks is a siren, an entirely separate species from humans

never meet your heroes (or do they might change your mind): been a while since i read this one and the rest in the series but i remember enjoying them all even if the details are hazy. a (sort of) meeting between young hawks and all might

Yōkai: i guess this one fits more niche gen tastes judging by the hits count. it was for the horror-tales hawks week prompt and it’s beautifully written with awesome characterisation. hawks investigates a serial murder case that seems a little supernatural 👀 (heed the tags though, it’s disturbing at parts and could probably be considered unreality)

Where You Find Carrion You Also Find Death. dabihawks, i haven’t read every chapter out rn but it’s great if you like the commission being total bastards and hawks going feral (the tags are pretty dark, read them carefully)

Something wicked this way comes: dabihawks circus au where hawks is a captive tengu, v nice

A Thief in the Night (and What Daylight Steals Back): i’m yet to read the final chapter but god this one hurt me in the feels holy fuck. little keigo waits for his dad to come home and it’s exactly as sad as it sounds. gorgeous though, like so good aaahghh

Boy Meets Girl: editing to add this one in quickly aahhh i’m usually pretty picky with hawks and miruko fics but this one hits the perfect spot in their characterisation and i just love it lots. hawks hits on miruko bc he thinks he “should” and it prompts a conversation about boundaries

[knightofameris]

—𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬—

◦ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ◦ 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠! ◦ 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠! ◦ 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒! ◦ 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠!! (𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠!)

𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠' 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: blacklist “ameris 500 celebration!” if you don’t want to see any of my posts about this celebration! also if this flops i will cry. jk i won’t but it’ll definitely take a hit on my heart u__u (and if it does flop, you didn’t see this post)

—𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍—

Ahhhh! I’m so amazed that I got to 500 followers despite the fact that I barely?? Post?? And sometimes I just talk about random shit but even then, I still appreciate all of you guys so much? I have a few options on what I have to celebrate and I am so excited heheh. But before I get started I just,,, Have a few more things I’d like to talk about (cus I like to talk LOL). Feel free to skip though!! 

content continued below the cut!! (warning; introduction is long because I just have a lot of thoughts I want to share LOL. seriously, feel free to just skip) 

I know that I only really started posting Haikyuu!! around my 300 mark, and I feel like the people after my 300 mark are the one’s who are active because of how much I come onto tumblr and then disappear. 

If you don’t know this, I’ve actually been writing on Tumblr since 2015/2016. I’ve just changed blogs so many times that it’s like, hey, this is my new blog. Or like, I would write for a few months, disappear, come back but then everyone who followed me was dead so I was like eh I’ll just start again or whatever. And I think this makes me very very soft because out of all the communities I’ve been in, I’ve truly felt more welcome/at home even?? With everyone in Haikyuu? Like yeah there’s shit that goes down every few days or whatever but it’s always so fun to see people interact with each other and though I was hesitant at first (because before this the only writer I’ve ever interacted with was Scout for marvel oop) I’m really glad I reached out to a few of y’all and vice versa. 

But despite that, Marvel will always hold a place in my heart and to everyone who followed me from my Marvel days, thank you for supporting me way back when. And even to my Narnia days (AHAHAHA). I don’t think I would’ve continued writing on tumblr without your guys’ support. I know that younger me appreciated you all for reading those old works (even if I hate my old writing now). 

And to everyone now, thank you for sending in asks or commenting on my works. I actually think I would’ve disappeared by this time from this blog if you guys didn’t interact. I’m not saying I’m writing for the follows or the notes, if that makes sense. But it’s more like, I feel less of a robot that people expect to churn out works. Idk, it makes me feel like a person? And it just gives me a lot more serotnin than you might think!! 

One last thing though, it’s not me saying I expect you guys to always read my work and always comment. It’s more so, I’d actually rather have you guys comment or whatever because you want to and you want to read it. Like on one hand yes it does make me feel appreciated but I also don’t want you to feel obligated or feel guilty of you don’t read my things. No matter what, I will always be writing. It definitely does feel nice tho LOL 

I promise in the future, if I ever do intros they won’t be this long lol. 

Phew. Anyway. 

For this celebration, this is only for Haikyuu!!

—𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒—

I love love love self ships SO much. So I want to hear about your guys’ self ships! 

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

this will only be open from 12am september 23 — 11:59pm september 25 PST 

any requests received before or after will be deleted (may be extended depending on how many requests I get!)

do keep in mind that i’m starting classes soon so it will take me some time to get through this.

send it in through asks or submissions! 

send in as many asks as you’d like

if you use an emoji to show who you are, include it on all asks :3c

nothing nsfw for this, thanks!

since this is a follower celebration,,, i do have to ask that you be following me! honestly, i won’t check if you are, thats too much work on my part but it would mean a lot if you’re following me to participate in this celebration! ); 

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 [example]

i will be creating two instagram posts with one of them having a comment section (3-4 screenshots)

i might also include a screenshot of your profile and/or your s/o if I can put in more pictures!

chats with your s/o ( heheh (; ) (1-2 screenshots)

chats with your s/o’s team! (1-2 screenshots) (this will possibly be with the entire team or just a select few)

take a look at the example as that’s what i’ve done for a friend of mine!!

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨

send in 1-2 headcanons about you and your s/o

send in a little bit about your personality!!

your pronouns! and a name you’d like to go by!

give me your instagram handle! (not your real one, but what it would be within haikyuu) otherwise, i’ll make a random one based off your name!

what are your ~aesthetics~ 

what phone nickname would u have for your s/o (or any other people on the team) so it can be more personalized! or if ur like me where everyone is just their name besides a select few

do u have particular texting habits?

what’s your favorite animal? this is what I will be putting as your profile picture! alternatively if you submit all of this through my submissions and give me a piccrew, I will use that!

you could give me the most BASIC description, you don’t need to do all of these points, and i’d be fine with that. It’s up to you how much you want this to be personalized <3

(also this one’s not necessary, it’ll just be more ~fun~ but lmk if u wanna be a manager of the team! or if u have ur own little AU so u might have other certain details u want to throw in. otherwise i’m gonna make it a sorta free for all lol)

𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: hi! my name’s ameris and i ship myself with suga! my pronouns are she/her/hers and i like to think that suga and i have a sort of childhood friends to lovers trope. i also like to think that we go stargazing at least once a month no matter what! my aesthetic is definitely space heh. i’m a little bit like suga where i’m chaos and baby! i curse a lot and i have way too many interests to count but i always like trying new things! my instagram handle would be ameris_stars (dude idk lMAO) and suga’s name in my phone would be Koushi <3 i make a lot of typos and i like using a mix of emojis and emoticons/occasional kaomojis. my favorite animal is a fox or dog!

this,,, is a lot but i’m okay with that! heheh

to protect you, I won’t publish your ask! I will make separate posts titled w/ your name + s/o + emoji (if you use your emoji). If you do it off anon, I will tag you! 

Request List!! If you don’t see your name on here, just submit it again :3c I will not be tagging for the sake of not spamming you guys lol. 

—𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔—

I would love love love to get to know you! So tell me about yourself! 

what’s your favorite color?

who’re your favorite haikyuu characters?

favorite haikyuu teams?

you got any writers you want to give a shout out to?

maybe a little self promo too?

adsfasdfasdflj i will keep bringing this up but like any,,, spice asks,,, about the haikyuu characters cus like,,, lol

horn knee asks will be tagged with: “ameris needs a drink” which honestly sounds like i need an alcoholic drink and at this point, yeah 

please be 18+ if you do send in any spicey asks!!

This can go on for as long as y’all want really, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I’ll just answer these like normal and spread them out too lol

—𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄—

I have a few ask games I’ve reblogged before, so I have a few linked for you LOL 

intrusive asks 👁👄👁

~space~ asks! (this has a lot more!)

zodiac asks (just about my writing!)

writer’s asks

a little game I got from my friend which I think is absolutely so much fun

this is a version of fuck-marry-kill, but send in THREE characters (this one can be from any mix of my interests!) and I’ll choose which one I’d rather have a fanfic trope with: 

“enemies-to-lovers” 

“childhood friends-to-lovers” 

and “fake dating”

would definitely prefer haikyuu characters

but doing a mix and match from all my interests is a lotta fun

things i used to or am currently into: haikyuu, marvel, bnha, demon slayer, rwby, sailor moon, voltron, dc, overwatch, tales of vesperia, legend of zelda, bungo stray dogs, narnia (lmao), one piece, uhm, i’ll add more if i can think of more, tbh u can even just say random characters and i’ll just google them 

As always though, feel free to ask me any other questions!!

this will also go on for as long as whenever, i’ll probably spread out this one! 

—𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒—

AH. It was lookin a little long so here’s the link to the post :3c (will edit post later!!! when I come back from my exam!!!)

to those who got to the end, omg i’m sorry. i talk so much. but thank you for your support and just getting through this block of words hakdfhkasf

[youknowmymethods]

Content Creator Interview #5

Welcome back again folks! This week in our fifth interview @vermofftiss chats to @mizjoely about her love of lists, her fantasy season five finale, and reveals the truth about who really writes her stories...

Hi, @mizjoely here, chatting with @vermofftiss about my sherlolly writing and fandom experiences, and answering some questions submitted by a few other folks. I’ve been involved in fandom in one way or another since the early 1980s, which is also when I started writing fanfiction - for classic Doctor Who and Star Trek in its various incarnations.

@vermofftiss here, putting forward the aforementioned questions. I’ll also be trying to weasel some advice out of @mizjoely that I can use for my own writing, which has been a casual ongoing thing since I published my first sherlolly fic in 2014.

Vermofftiss: I think our first encounter was in the Sherlollychat in the fall of 2014, around the time I got onto AO3. Which means series 3 was five years ago. How does it feel knowing that series 4 was already two years ago? What’s changed in the time since it aired?

Mizjoely: Oh, I miss the sherlollychat, or at least I did until Channy came up with the discord version! It’s hard to fathom that so much time has passed since I joined the fandom! (I became active on tumblr in November 2013 after discovering Sherlolly earlier that same year, btw.) Series 3 was five years ago. Series 4 was two years ago. Crazy!

As for what’s changed since then, I’d have to say one positive thing is that the fandom wank has calmed way the hell down since S4…. Another change that I’ve seen is probably common to all fandoms over time - new writers and content creators have joined the fandom while (sadly) many others have moved on to other fandoms. Of course, that’s to be expected when your show is essentially over, but it’s still kind of sad to lose folks completely to other fandoms.

V: Which series was your favourite to play with as a writer? When did you really get into writing Sherlolly?

M: I would have to say Series 4 has definitely been a great series to write for - so much angst! The I love you! Mary Watson’s very sad death, Rosie Watson becoming a character, Mrs. Hudson showing us what a badass she is, and of course Eurus Holmes entering the picture. We might not have gotten as much Molly Hooper as we wanted, but the scenes we did get with her were tremendous and gave so much inspiration to me and many other writers.

I really got into Sherlolly as a ship after seeing TRF, as I’m sure is true with many folks - especially the “what do you need” scene. And it was so much fun to dive into the possibilities of life after Sherlock’s ‘death’ between Series 2 and 3, I consider that a real golden age of Sherlolly writing. My first published Sherlock/Sherlolly fic was “Conversations With A Dead Detective”, set Post Reichenbach, which according to fanfiction.net I published on 04/11/13 (so I’m nearly at my five year Sherlolly- versary, woo hoo!).

A quick look at my spreadsheet (don’t judge me, I love my lists) shows that I wrote or at least started 37 fics that year (one of which I’m still working on, yikes! - The World As We Know It, a vamp!lock fic). I’m currently sitting at almost 500 fics for Sherlolly, which still amazes me, that I could be that inspired by a pair of fictional characters! (For comparison, my second most prolific fandom is Doctor Who, for whom I wrote a total of 25 stories over a period of 20 years. And of those 25, only about a dozen were for my main ship, Five/Tegan).

V: A couple of questions from @ohaine - 

1) Based on the sheer volume of your work, I have this theory that you’re actually some sort of artistic collective rather than just one person, please tell me I’m right!

M: You have discovered my secret: I'm actually four raccoons in a trenchcoat! Seriously though, until I was bitten by the Sherlolly bug, my output was much, much lower, even though I've been writing fanfics since the early 1980s. For example, I love the Zutara ship for Avatar: Last Airbender, but I only wrote three fics for that. I wrote about 25 fics for Doctor Who, and about the same amount for the various Star Treks (not including Khanolly). Nothing set my writing muse afire like Sherlolly, and I doubt anything ever will again.

and, 2) You write a lot of AUs, and I’m wondering what inspires them?

M: Considering that I started off as a strictly Canon Universe/Canon Compliant writer in all of my other fandoms, it still seems funny to me how much I enjoy writing and reading AUs now. I started reading them after finally running out of canon compliant fics to read and discovering how much fun it was to transplant the characters into a different universe. And that, of course, made me think about what sort of AUs I could fit Molly and Sherlock into.

In fact, the very first BBC Sherlock story I started to write (never finished or posted) was an AU because I was nervous about trying to write Sherlock and figured no one would complain too much about him being OOC if it was a fantasy setting. (I ended up taking the plunge on a canon universe post Reichenbach fic and posted that and a lot of other canon universe fics before returning to AUs.)

Wait, that doesn't answer the question! What inspires them? The same things that inspire all my writing: wanting to read a specific kind of fic and not being able to find it; fics that other authors have written that make me itch to put my own spin on the idea; dreams; books I've read or movies or TV shows I've watched...inspiration is everywhere when you really, really, really love a ship. (Gawd that's cheesy but it's true - no love, no writing fanfic, period end of paragraph.)

V: This past spring I finally got the nerve to start working on my first proper AU (not CC, CU, or UA) after sitting on the idea for about 3 years. Have you ever had to wait to be “ready” to start working on a concept? How much do you need to know about a project to get going on it?

M: I have absolutely had to wait to be ready to start working on a concept. My very first attempt at a Sherlolly fic (never finished or published) was going to be an AU because I was so intimidated by the idea of writing Sherlock Holmes in the canon universe set up by Moffat & Gatiss. I was terrified I wouldn’t get his voice right, that he would be too OOC for folks, that I wouldn’t be able to make him clever enough or that I’d mess things up a dozen different ways. So I started writing the AU instead, and in doing so (over a course of several months), I finally realized that no, I wanted to start off in the canon universe. Just trying to write him at all, in any setting, made me a little less intimidated by him. But I might never have written anything if I hadn’t started that abandoned AU. (And I look forward to seeing your AU when you’re ready to post it!)

V: Does reader feedback ever impact the plots of your stories or the building of your AUs?

M: It absolutely can, especially when someone leaves a comment that makes me think about my story in a different light. I won’t go so far as to say comments have caused me to redo anything on a larger scale (such as change the ending) but certainly I’ve thrown things into the fic or expanded on ideas expressed in a comment to make the story that much richer.

That’s one of the best things about being active in fandom - the interactions between readers and writers. Of course, the reverse can also be true - I remember needing a LOT of fan-friend coddling when some folks were unhappy with the ending of my story ‘Abandoned’ (i.e., my Molly let my Sherlock get off too easily). But you have to have thick skin to be a creator, and remember that not everyone likes the same things. And you also have to be able to say yes, I could have done this better, or if I had to do it over I’d do it differently. It’s all part of the creative process.

V: Are there any scenes or aspects that were cut from a story that you regretted leaving out at the end?

M: Not really. Most things that I cut have been vetted by my betas (shout-out to ALL betas for being willing to help you make your story better!) and jettisoning those things has always made my stories better. (Plus I keep a folder of scraps that got cut and periodically review those scraps to see if I might be able to salvage them.)

V: On top of being one of the better-known Sherlolly writers in the tag, you’re also the single person behind the Sherlollbrary. As much as I love to organize my life and everything else I can get my hands on, that’s not something I think I’d ever actually want to do. So what made you decide to start cataloguing Sherlolly fics?

M: My love of lists. Seriously, that’s it. I love making lists of things - like, how many stories did I write in 2013 for Sherlolly (37, as you now know!), how many one-shots have I written vs. multi-chapters, how many were prompts...and then I started seeing people doing lists of various tropes. The one that made me decided to start my Sherlollilists side blog was one put together for Sherlolly omegaverse stories. As more and more lists were created, edited, and added (I’m currently at 140 official lists, with more than a dozen unofficial lists), I decided it would nice to organize them all (not realizing quite what I was getting into!) as one spreadsheet, with other tropes and tags and keywords for folks to help narrow down their searches. It always give me a little thrill when I open the library and see folks are browsing, so I like to think it’s a useful tool (although I am looking forward to finishing it someday!)

@writingwife-83 asked: You work tirelessly to organize all the multitude of writing this ship produces, but how do you feel that affects you as a writer? Does it make you less interested in writing your own fics? Or does it tend to help get the wheels turning and inspire you?

M: I have to admit, sometimes curating the lists can completely put me off writing, simply due to feeling oversaturated. This is especially true when I am reading or skimming over fics that are, shall we say, not the best of the bunch. Or the times when I'm just pushing myself even if I'm not really enthusiastic about doing it. Those times, I've learned to just step back, which is why sometimes the lists don't get updated very quickly.

On the other hand, rereading a favorite or a forgotten gem can really get my creative juices flowing. At times like that, I fall back in love with the ship and the fandom all over again.

V: When you’re stuck with writer’s block or just a lack of motivation, does it help you more to reread an old fave or to go back through some of your own works? Have you noticed your style has changed much?

M: It does help, absolutely. It reminds me why I love this ship so much, and helps me reconnect with others in the fandom. People think of reading as passive and writing as solitary, but to me it’s an interactive process. Reading great fics, new can old, helps feed your creativity. And nowadays the internet helps so much as well - there are awesome resources and fandom spaces to talk to other folks about their works and your own, reminding you that you’re not creating in a vacuum. (And I REALLY love the cheerleading section of the Sherlolly Discord site. That can help unstick my creativity like nobody’s business!)

As for my style changing - yeah, it definitely has. I feel like my writing has become more streamlined and less clunky since I first started. I still do a lot of semicolon abuse but at this point I’ve decided that’s just my style and will likely never change.

Thanks for the excellent questions and for letting me ramble on!

V: I’m sure we can do a lot more rambling if left on the trail. How about one last one: In the currently hypothetical series 5, how would you continue the story from where it left off?

M: Oooh, good one! If I was in charge we would see that Sherlock and Molly are continuing their relationship, culminating with a wedding at the end of the third episode. But since I’m not in charge, I’m thinking that Mofftiss would give us some subtle hints, like John casually mentioning to Sherlock that he and Rosie can’t join ‘them’ for dinner that night for whatever reason. And maybe some small changes to 221B to show hints that someone else spends time there other than Sherlock and the Watsons - a cherry patterned pillow, perhaps? A Bart’s ID card with a woman’s picture to show that no, it isn’t one Sherlock nicked to get access to a place he otherwise couldn’t get to? A woman’s coat hanging next to Sherlock’s? Something like that. And some private smiles between Sherlock and Molly, little things like that. Enough to give us hope but not enough to give us proof! They do like to tease that way!

Non-shipwise, I think Eurus would make a return because come on, how do you leave a character like that catatonic? I also think they would return to ACD canon to revise a few more cases for the modern age, and maybe (maybe!) have John start dating again (especially if they’re so married to canon that they killed Mary off - since John seems to have been married at least twice, they would probably explore that option).

I know, that last part is a bit vague but honestly? I hope they surprise the hell out of us in a good way if we ever get that fifth series!

Next Week, Friday March 22nd, @ashockinglackofsatin talks to @sunken-standard

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Ain’t Going Away [Eijiro Kirishima/Reader] [Hanahaki AU]

Hi! So, I know...I know. I wanted to wait, too, then my hand slipped and here we go. ^.^’ Sorry not sorry! 

This idea came from Crush by David Archuleta, which I listened to on repeat while wiring this fic. I even used lyrics in it. They’re italicized and bolded.

Might not make sense, might end up being cool. Either way, hope you all enjoy! 

I want to tag @elite-guard-hardygal (who gave me the encouragement needed to post this now instead of waiting) and @souskena, who voted for this idea as Kirishima X Reader and also voted for another one from This Post of Ideas. If y’all wanna see more of those ideas, please just send in an ask and tell me what you want to see. You can use the idea and say [Character] X Reader or a different F/M couple from MHA. Doesn’t have to be KiriKara, but that’s where my brain went coming up with the ideas. 

..I’ll shut up now...

Hope you all enjoy! 

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(Ignore the words on the GIF...hehe...)

=#=#= Kirishima =#=#=#=

It all started after the attack on the USJ. Eijiro hadn’t meant to fall so deep so fast, but here he is. He’d protected Y/N when she’d gotten hurt, making sure she got the treatment she needed, staying with her and helping her through her recovery.

Ever since Y/N had fully recovered, he’d started coughing up petals, the number increasing every once in a while.

Now, the petals fall into the trash can, and he knows he’s in trouble. Twenty petals, over ten minutes of painful hacking and choking.

This girl had him puking flowers...and still he loved her. Y/N would never know, cus he was too stupid to just spill those three words.

But...but what if she said she didn’t feel the same way?

He’d be dead. So he kept doing to the study sessions Mina set up with their class to get he and Y/N closer together and Eijiro just hopes he keeps it together enough that he didn’t raise suspicion. He knows Mina manipulates him into going purely because she also gets Y/N to go. Of course, his best friend knew about his condition. She’d happened to  The last thing he wanted was for Y/N to take pity on him and try to kiss him purely to stop the disease.

So he remains silent. That is, until his phone buzzes. Y/N was calling him. His eyes go wide. He’d forgotten! They had a study date tonight!

=#=#= Y/N =#=#=

“Hey, Kiri!” I cheer. I wasn’t mad. Of course, there was still plenty of time for him to get here, so I wanted to remind him now.

“H-hey, Y/N.” Eijiro replies. I frown.

“Dude, you okay?” I ask worriedly. His voice was really gravelly, like he was sick. “If you’re sick, we can reschedule.”

“Nah, I just, uh, was singing really loud a lot while cleaning.” He replies and I’m not sure I believe him. But I lie and pretend to buy it. He was such a nice guy, but even nice guys need privacy, so I push down the instinct to push and find out the truth.

“Oh. So we’re still on for tonight?”

“Absolutely. Chemistry tonight, right?” He asks. His voice seems to be a little steadier now, so I guess it wasn’t that big a deal.

“Yeah.” 

“Okay. Just give me five minutes to change then I’m on my way.” I nod, blushing, then I shake myself. It wasn’t like he was coming to my house. It was just a study session. There would be other people from our class there.

“Alright. See you soon!” I hope I didn’t sound too eager as he repeats what I’d said and hangs up. I make sure all my books and notes are in the bag, then slowly walk down to the living room. Mom was waiting.

“Ready to go?” She asks. I slip on ankle boots at the door.

“I was born ready.” I retort playfully and go to grab a protein bar from the kitchen.

“Okay.” Mom says. I kiss her cheek and walk out the door. It was a twenty minute drive to the local library and I walk in happily, accustomed to the sight and smell of the building. Our classmate, Yaoyorozu, had somehow been talked into being the class tutor, as she had the highest grades. I had a strong suspicion my friend, Mina Ashido, was responsible. Mina could talk just about anyone into just about anything, and make it seem like their idea. 

Either way, it was a great boost to my grades and I was grateful Momo decided to start these sessions.

=#=#= Kirishima =#=#=

I hung up the phone tonight. Something happened for the first time, deep inside, there’s a rush...what a rush...

Eijiro couldn’t help smiling to himself. Y/N had sounded so happy he’d be there! She was always happy, but this seemed different somehow.

Cus a possibility that you would ever feel the same way is just too much, just too much...

Why, though? Why would someone as wonderful and amazing as Y/N ever notice, much less fall for, a guy that had already failed to protect her and didn’t really let himself hang around her for fear of her discovering his condition and piecing it together. So he kept his distance, telling himself it was better this way, that it was okay.

Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you...

However, the study session was an opportunity to see Y/N and help his grades a little at the same time and Lord knows that boy needs a bit of help.

So he trudges into the library, swearing he missed a petal in his throat when he was having that huge coughing fit earlier. Y/N sees him instantly, jogging over.

“Hey, you made it!” She cheers quietly, hugging him and seeming as happy as she had on the phone. Was that...was she blushing? Eijiro ignores that. It was windy outside. That was it. Yeah…

“Of course.” He replies softly. It was killing him, the way she smiles at him like he was the only one she saw, the way that hunter green fluffy sweater with missing shoulders swishes around as she moves.

Does she know what she’s doing to him? Is she teasing him til he breaks? Or he was just being creepy and reading too much into her expression?

Got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know--

Either way, he cuts wandering thoughts of Y/N off and makes himself keep just a little distance between them as they walk to the group. “I so need the help!” Y/N confesses, scratching the back of her neck. “Chemistry isn’t my strong suit.”

“You’ll get it.” He assures her. He was always the one to support her, to tell her she could do it, because he meant it and it was a harmless way to show his support, right?

Do you ever think, when we’re all alone, all that we could be, where this thing cold go?

Eijiro swallows, sipping from a water bottle he usually kept on him (puking flowers made one thirsty, apparently), and sets his bag down as Momo set up problems on the board Eijiro was frankly scared to try. He was surprised when Y/N sat across from him, smiling that damning smile at him again. He blushes scarlet and dips to grab his books so he doesn’t have to let her see him blushing. When he straightens, Mina is chatting with Y/N as she grabs her books, as well. It drove Eijiro mad when Y/N flits her eyes to him every now and again, and he swears that blush is still on her cheeks. Why? It wasn’t that warm, but maybe her sweater was making her hot?

=#=#= Y/N =#=#=

Am I crazy or falling in love? Is this real or just another crush?

It was a stupid question, really. I’d never felt quite like this before. Not even in middle school with Shinso, and I drew our wedding. It was nothing more than a momentary, flitting infatuation compared to Eijiro, however. Since he’d saved me at the USJ, I can’t help feeling like he and I were becoming closer, but he never wants to stay and talk at length with me, so I have to resort to texting him as much as he’d let me.

Do you catch your breath, when I look at you? Are you holding back, like the way you do?

It didn’t matter; he never wanted to talk too deep with me when we were together, or even through texting, so I’d have to settle for pining from afar. It’s eating me up, though. I just know something’s itching to be said. 

The way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not looking, the way his eyes dart around, looking anywhere at me when I begin to get too personal, it all indicated something was wrong, but he never wanted to talk about it, so I always let it slide. No sense ruining our friendship because I couldn’t respect his boundaries. Mina wouldn’t tell me, either, insisting his home life was not the cause, and that she’d let me know if she found out anything.

I then shake myself; time to get back to the studying.

=#=#= Kirishima =#=#=

Cus I’m trying and trying to walk away, but I know this crush ain’t going away…

Eijiro sighs softly and copies the notes, and Momo’s explanation as to how she got the answer. It was hard to concentrate on chemistry when there was a different chemistry Eijiro was concerned with. The boy was sunk, and even if he tried to walk away, even if he wanted to just stop seeing her, he knew he’d eventually cave and go back to her. His life might well depend on staying with her. Mina looked between them, smiling at Eijiro, who flushes and grabs a sip of water. This wasn’t going to end well, was it?

Has it ever crossed your mind, when we’re hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends? Is there more? Is there more…

Y/N was smiling at him again as Momo wrapped up her session and they began putting books away. It was suddenly hard to breathe, and Eijiro didn’t think it was because Y/N was happy.

Shit. No, no, no! Not here. Not now!

“Are you okay?” Y/N asks. Eijiro takes another sip of water, praying it would stall the inevitable.

“Yeah. M’fine.” He lies, and is kinda proud of how his voice remains fairly calm and level. “I just, ah, I felt a cough, and drank water to stop it.” He adds, and Y/N nods, swinging her backpack up. Cute and strong...could this girl get any more perfect?

See, it’s a chance we gotta take, cus I believe we could make this into something that will last forever and ever!

Something in Eijiro snaps and his trepidation suddenly doesn’t stop him from getting closer to Y/N. “Can I just say how pretty that sweater looks on you?” He says, using what he hopes is a flirty voice. Y/N blushes and this time, Eijiro knows he made her blush. Counting that as a win, and ignoring the way his throat is slowly constricting, he smiles at Y/N.

“Aww, r-really? I- -thank you!” Y/N replies.

“Thank you.” Eijiro retorts without thinking, blushing as soon as the words were out. “Shit. I mean, um…”

“Relax, Eijiro.” Y/N giggles, and dear God his blush is getting out of hand. This girl would be the death of him.

Maybe literally. He shuts that thought down. Or not. “I gotta say, Eijiro...you look handsome in that flannel.” He blinks, heart skipping happily as he processes her words.

=#=#= Y/N =#=#=

Holy shit what’s gotten into Eijiro?! He’s always been super supportive, but...flirty is a new side of him!

I mean, I like it, but still.

“Thanks!” He then coughs a few times and instantly, I am worried.

“Eiji!” I grab his water bottle and press it into his hands. “Try some water.” He takes a sip and straightens, the effort of not coughing making his eyes water.

“Th-thanks.” He croaks. “I think...home...now.” Is all I can understand. I nod.

“Okay. Text me when you get there, okay?” I don’t notice the look he gives Mina when he turns around. I don’t notice the frenzied, panicking look in their eyes. All I know is Eijiro gives me a thumbs up and takes another sip of water as he walks to his car. I get into mine, worry gnawing at me. I sit there as the others drive away.

Suddenly, I realize that Mina is still here, too. She’s on the phone, gesturing frantically. I roll the window down and can’t help listening in on a hunch.

“--ro, this is serious! You texted me that you’d coughed up twenty petals before the session! Now you’re coughing harder than that?! So soon!? This is getting out of hand! I have to tell he- -yes, someone has to tell her, Eijiro! Y/N has the right to know what you’re doing through! She’s the damn love you’ve kept inside you, you idiot!” I am floored.

Petals? Coughing up petals? Had I heard that right? Shit! I’d heard of that! It’s a rare, deadly disease coming up in someone with an intense, unrequited love, right? They begin to puke up flowers, starting at petals, then whole flowers when the feeling increase. How could this happen! I was the cause of his suffering?! I made him cough up flowers because he couldn’t tell me how he felt?! Why not?! Did I scare him away?

Well, obviously not...considering that he was in this position because he loved me, but couldn’t get the words out... 

I start the car and drive as fast as I can, my mind racing. I just hoped I wasn’t too late.

Eijiro liked me so much, and I never had a clue! Which is stupid, looking back. What I thought was me just reading too much into his words and expressions was real. He loved me! And I loved him! That should be all the cure he needs, right? I just have to confess to him and it’ll all be okay!

=#=#= Mrs. Kirishima =#=#=

“Hey, honey, how was- -Eijiro!” Mrs. Kirishima wasn’t usually one to fret too much over her child. But seeing him with a stream of tears and petals falling out of his mouth was enough to drive her into a panic. She sits him down and gets him a bucket for the petals. She knew by the amount of petals already in the bucket that this was a whole flower coming up, which meant he was running out of time... “Breathe, baby. Breathe. It’ll be okay…” She whispers without reassurance it’ll come true.

“It hurts!” Eijiro sobs in a moment of vulnerability. “I could barely talk to Mina on the way over here!” He croaks between coughs. All Mrs. Kirishima can do is rub her son’s back.

“Shh, son. I know. I know...” She doesn’t know what else to say.

Suddenly, a few minutes later, the door opens and in comes a young woman. She goes immediately to Eijiro and gently eases his chin up. Before Eijiro can react, she’s kissing him and Mrs. Kirishima notices tears down her eyes. Eijiro isn’t stupid and responds a moment later, winding his hands in her hair and then they have to break apart because he’s still coughing. “I came as fast as I could. Something didn’t sit right with me and I couldn’t go home, and then I noticed Mina on the phone and I overheard and- -I’m so sorry, Eijiro! I never meant to hurt you!” She sobs, looking him in the eye. Eijiro is stunned. 

“...You love me back?” He whispers, as if not daring to consider it unless this woman repeats it aloud. She nods.

“Yes! I do, I do, I do!” She hugs him. “I thought I was being crazy or reading too much into you!” She replies, sobbing a little, this time in happiness. “I was so happy to know you liked me, but also so scared I was too late. Eijiro, I love you and will always love you!”

“I love you, too. Y/N.” He breaths, leaning his forehead against hers. So, this was who Eijiro talked about to Mina. Mrs. Kirishima couldn’t help overhearing her son’s conversations when passing by and had picked up bits and pieces. This woman was important to her son, so she was important to Mrs. Kirishima, as well.

“I’ll get you more water, Eijiro.” She murmurs, grabbing his cup as Y/N moves to sit next to Eijiro.

Now that the danger was passed, those two had lots to talk about.

[narukuwrites]

003. Part 4

Words: 2,590 Tags: Heavar, Dracula AU, Dracula!Heahmund, Viking!Ivar, Violence, Mature Themes, Drama, Suspense, Angst, Slow Burn Summary: Heamund asks something of Ivar and gets a little more insight into how his mind works and Ivar realizes what kind of creature Heahmund actually is.

Author’s Note: Like the last part. This has not been beta read yet, changes will be added when it has been, thankfully my beta is back this weekend and as such any changes will be added forthwith.

It felt good to know that even in lands further away from his homeland and its neighboring countries that his reputation was known - it meant that all of what he had done had not been without purpose and hadn’t gone unnoticed. Perhaps this was a chance given to him by the gods - to help him become more well known and remembered in history as the most famous Viking, whose name was murmured on the mouths of all. From what the other had told him this ship was headed to London and it would seem that was the reason why Alexander was on here, things made a little more sense now.

But he still hadn’t figured out just what this man was. Clearly, Alexander was not human, which meant he was something else. But what? The question posed to him though pulled him back from his thoughts and he gazed at the other heatedly.

“I would have prolonged your suffering and hers, by locking you up both in the same cell just out of reach of each other and feeding the both of you with a slow, acting poison that slowly eats the insides of the person and causes considerable pain..” Ivar paused and let out a chuckle at seeing the aura of Alexander become dark and threatening and continued nevertheless, the other wanted to know and he would give it.

"Naturally you would have been given you less poison compared to your wife so you would not suffer too terribly physically. The best way is to mentally break someone and I feel for you in particular and indeed a great many seeing someone you love dying slowly and being powerless to stop it. That works well and is a powerful motivator, because in that instance if I had told you there was a way to save her even if it meant adhering to my demands - would you have done so..?” he asked and he was genuinely curious to see if his suspicions were correct and that in that scenario, Heahmund would say yes.

The detachment in Ivar’s voice when he spoke was something that Heahmund found attractive especially as he explained how he would have gone about it and the more the northerner spoke he came to see that Ivar was indeed a brilliant strategist and clearly Ivar lived up to his reputation for being just that. And he could clearly visualize it. Had they The Order done something like what Ivar had suggested, he would of course given in to their demands of him, if it meant saving his wife. But just remembering that moment happening had instinctively caused his calm aura to turn in a seething malevolent one. Unsurprisingly Ivar had merely chuckled seemingly unphased by this sudden change, this young Viking was fearless it would seem.

And there was also a level of cruelty and malice within this young man Heamund had decided and he was thankful for being given a small glimpse into how Ivar's mind worked. To see what he was truly capable of, truly that was just as intoxicating as the fading scent of blood that still lingered on Ivar. And it felt wrong to feel such a thing about this especially when it was to do with his wife but nonetheless, he gave his response and was truthful about it.

“Yes, I would have, it is good then that they are not you and I instead have you on my side..”  Heamund replied and he didn't miss the grin on Ivar's face hearing his response. He seemed pleased and he took that as a positive sign. However though after their conversation, he felt tired and took the moment of quiet that had fallen between the both of them to rest his head against the wall of the cabin and spoke once again, in a quieter but nevertheless very appealing tone. “I am suddenly quite tired and overcome with hunger, I fear I missed dinner in all of the excitement, of you being brought aboard..”

Ivar had become a little more comfortable in the presence of this unnatural being he had met and it seemed the other creature felt the same as well, he was in no danger here. This feeling was something like he was familiar with, back in Kattegat he had loyal men and bodyguards who were with him at all times - because he was a cripple, they were ones he too was comfortable to be around, but even then he never showed a sign of weakness. And as such there was never a true camaraderie between them or with anyone in particular - the only one perhaps was the blonde slave girl Freydris.

But he pushed thoughts of her aside, instead choosing to focus on the here and now. He also didn't think any less of Heahmund when he said he would have given in. Love did strange things to everyone and it was something he had avoided because that too was a weakness. A small amount of guilt went through him hearing that Alexander had missed dinner and that it was his fault to some degree he decided to be courteous and pay the creature, man or whatever he was back and he would share his food for now. His companion had been forthcoming and truthful.

There was certainly more of the creature’s past that was being held back though and he intended to wrangle that out of Alexander. “Here you can have some chicken.,” Ivar said to him before holding him out a fresh, cooked chicken leg.

Heahmund glanced at the proffered chicken leg and was a little thrown off by the sudden change in Ivar’s demeanor but nevertheless, he took it and although he wasn’t one to usually eat with his hands - he would make an exception in this case. And maybe perhaps this was some sort of test or something else? He was also very much aware of Ivar’s gaze and that look of curiosity that was visible on the handsome face of Ivar, he was very hard to read.

“My thanks, that is kind of you..” Heahmund replied as he took it and bit into it in a none too graceful manner making him which went to show that he was a lot hungrier than normal which was strange. And even if food such as this chicken, Ivar had shared with him would not sustain him for long, it would nevertheless calm his need and want for something more filling.

“It is no bother, the food will spoil if it not eaten. You said earlier you were known as something else, am I to believe that Alexander is not your real name? If we are to become allies, and I agree to help you - I at least want to know just who and what you are..” Ivar asked deciding he wanted to know more and was still a little troubled about he was missing information that would clarify all of whatever this was. He never liked unknowns and it was vexing that he could not figure out himself what it was. He should have perhaps listened to the stories his beautiful mother had read to him or looked into them further but he hadn’t and he regretted that he hadn't now.

She had been so very fond of those stories and he smiled softly at the memory of it, his interest though had been focused on the gods. But at the same time, Kattegat didn’t have stacks of tomes or even a place to store them. He had already come to the decision he would help this Alexander - or whatever his name was but he still wanted to know more, such a ruse would give him just that. And so he patiently waited for the other’s reply and was pleased to hear more truths and a little more of this creatures history.

“I am known as Vlad Tepes, but I prefer to be called Heahmund. The Order is not familiar with that name nor the name Alexander, it is crucial for me to be hidden in plain sight and to not draw too much attention to myself.,” he replied in-between bites of the chicken. Perhaps he was being open because he already knew that Ivar would help him and that being truthful about everything would only strengthen things between them. He got the distinct feeling that Ivar was someone who seemed to hold truth and honesty in high regard, wise for one so young indeed. Perhaps that was due to his upbringing or maybe due to something that had inexplicably changed the other. Ivar was still a mystery to Heahmund, just what lay underneath all those layers?

“Heahmund yes that is a good name, it is very fitting. I agree to help you but you must promise to let me be free to go about it as I see fit yes? I will make London know to fear and remember Ivar the Boneless…” Ivar said with a grin as he threw the throwing knife into the air and caught it elegantly before throwing it and letting out a laugh of delight as it dug into the walls of the first class cabin and threw several more, in quick succession. Not caring that perhaps the cabin next to his would be disturbed by the sound of knives thudding into the wall. And so he decided that a blood oath would suffice with Heahmund to solidify their agreement.

There it was again that sudden change in Ivar’s demeanor and there didn’t seem to be a pattern to it, it was as volatile and ever-changing as the raging storms that plagued both the land and seas, such a powerful thing to have as his own. Whatever Ivar had planned, he had a feeling that it would be something truly diabolical. London however if stories were to be believed, had a darker side to it which they could use to their advantage if that were the case. And since Ivar had agreed to help him, he decided to return the favor.

“I am willing to help you in whatever way you so need when you ready to exact the revenge I know you will eventually seek to bring to those who just like me, wronged you. We are alike in that regard -” he broke off his sentence though as Ivar had used one of his knives to cut his hand to make it bleed and motioned for Heahmund to give him his own and he did shakily and made no sound of pain of his hand was cut and they shook upon it all. But during that touch, he could feel his body greedily taking in the blood from Ivar’s cut into his own. And he on instinct took Ivar’s hand and licked where he had done the cut and watched as the skin healed before glancing up to see Ivar’s beautiful blue eyes dark and twinkling with happiness and something much more primal.

Ivar felt a shiver of desire go through him as Heahmund’s tongue licked his hand, clearly the other had a thing for blood and he blinked and glanced down at his now uninjured hand, it had healed. He had heard stories, of such a thing occurring from his mother. There were creatures that needed to survive on blood and it suddenly struck him that Heahmund was one of those but for him to have curative powers that he didn’t expect but he felt excited at the prospect. Perhaps he could utilize whatever Heamund had in other ways. Even if it meant drinking it.

“It is good that I chose to do a blood pact with you Heahmund, it is more intimate and meaningful contract.,” Ivar said with a grin as he crawled in his elegant sinuous manner to get his crutches before shifting his body into a position that would allow him to use them both and with movements that could only come from a lot of practice, Ivar managed to make his way over to the wall where his knives were embedded and pulled them all out before slipping them back into his hidden pockets, all except one which he twirled effortlessly as he spoke one more. “Such an agreement cannot be broken, it is a true oath of loyalty and assures me that you will be true to your word. You will be true to us yes?” he asked Heahmund once again, wanting to clarify and confirm there was no leaving this agreement.

Heahmund didn’t quite hear what Ivar was saying, the young northerners blood was unlike anything he had tasted before, chaos and death swam on his palate and it was a heady combination that he found he wanted more of - but he would hold himself back at least for the time being. Now wasn’t the time to give into bloodlust especially so soon after having managed to secure a partner of sorts for his machinations. One that would turn the tide in his favor. And it was very smart of Ivar to do it in this manner. He silently applauded Ivar.

“A blood pact is something not many would be willing to do, but yes I will be true to you and our agreement. You have my word and I swear my oath to you is true. Loyalty means everything to me and I can see the same goes for you as well.” Heahmund replied his gaze wandering to the figure of Ivar once more. It was incredibly hard to not look at the other, he was attractive and had a magnetism to his aura that demanded you give him all of your attention and drew you in..

Ivar smiled at hearing Heahmund’s would keep his word slid his knife into one of the many pockets hidden within his pants before he placed the crutch down next resting against the cabin wall before he inelegantly flopped onto the bed. He naturally was aware of Heahmund’s eyes upon him, but that had always been the case for his entire life. Over the years he had been looked at, be it from pity and admiration to lust and desire, although those latter things weren’t of much import to him - for some reason, he felt differently know. Just why was that exactly? This was very much unlike him. Perhaps there was something about in close proximity to this Heahmund was the reason? Whatever it was Ivar was pleased to have discovered what sort of being was currently in his cabin and one who had sought him out willingly.

It was clear as day that blood was most likely what kept the other going,  he couldn’t quite figure out what the name for such a creature was but Heahmund was certainly old, ancient and powerful and he was all too aware that, such a being was just as dangerous and deadly as he was - just un a different way entirely. And yet it was curious he could eat normal food if the chicken was anything to go by earlier. But that made sense because perhaps there was a time in Heahmund’s life when he wasn’t the creature he was today. Was it maybe the Order who were responsible for such a thing? There were still so many unknowns about the other, and he hoped to garner more in time.

If it was The Order who was responsible he could understand the need and want the other felt to seek his revenge and bring them down. And if that meant making London run red with blood, well that was something he was comfortable with. But until he had a rough idea of the terrain and the people, he wouldn’t be able to come up with a brilliant plan. That would take time and so he decided to ask more about where they were headed.

“So you tell me this ship is headed to London..?” Ivar asked deciding to break the comfortable silence and try to wrangle more information on their destination. “If that is in England, then my ancestors used to pillage and raid those lands. Although I imagine a lot has changed since then...” he said with a chuckle as he decided he was too warm and began to unfasten his leather chest armor. There would be no need for it right now, in this cabin it was unlikely that someone would come in and threaten the both of them and he rolled his shoulders and let out a groan as the crack of tension between his bones released and pulled of his shirt too, revealing an upper body that was shaped with perfect musculature and lovely, strong arms as he leaned back and was curious to see just what effect it would have on his new companion and partner.

But truthfully the cabin was getting a little warm and this was the easiest way to cool down, even just a little.

[greenbagjosh]

Feb 2006 Days 4 and 5 – cruise up the Bosphoros to Anadolu Kavagi and departure to BG and RO

EN Hi everyone, today we will have some sunlight, take a ferry north from Eminönü to Anadolu Kavagi with many stops along the way, enjoy a lahmacun and soup, get money out of an ATM, get to Sirkeci station for the night train and miss out on a whirling dervish performance and end the day by getting out of the train for an exit passport stamp.

 TR

Herkese merhaba, bugün biraz güneş ışığı alacak, Eminönü'nden kuzeye vapurla Anadolu Kavağı'na gidecek, lahmacun ve çorbanın tadını çıkaracak, ATM'den para alacağız, gece treni için Sirkeci istasyonuna gideceğiz ve kaçıracağız semazen gösterisinde ve çıkış pasaportu pulu için trenden inerek günü sonlandırın.

 BG

Здравейте всички, днес ще имаме малко слънчева светлина, ще вземем ферибот на север от Eminönü до Anadolu Kavagi с много спирки по пътя, насладете се на лахмакун и супа, вземете пари от банкомат, стигнете до гара Sirkeci за нощния влак и пропуснете на въртящо се дервишко представяне и завършете деня, като излезете от влака за печат за изходен паспорт.

 RO

Salut tuturor, astăzi vom avea puțină lumină solară, vom lua un feribot spre nord de la Eminönü la Anadolu Kavagi cu multe opriri de-a lungul drumului, savurăm un lahmacun și o supă, scoatem bani dintr-un bancomat, ajungem la stația Sirkeci pentru trenul de noapte și pierdem la un spectacol de derviș rotitor și încheiați ziua ieșind din tren pentru o ștampilă de pașaport de ieșire.

 SR

Поздрав свима, данас ћемо имати мало сунчеве светлости, трајектом северно од Еминону-а до Анадолу Каваги-а са много успутних стајалишта, уживати у лахмацуну и супи, извући новац из банкомата, доћи до станице Сиркеци за ноћни воз и пропустити на вртлог дервишке представе и завршите дан изласком из воза за излазни печат пасоша.

HU

Üdvözlet mindenkinek, ma napsütésünk lesz, komppal indulunk Eminönütől északra Anadolu Kavagi-ba, sok megállóval az út mentén, élvezzünk egy lahmacun-t és levest, szerezzünk pénzt egy ATM-ből, érjünk el az éjszakai vonatra Sirkeci állomásra és hagyjuk ki örvénylő dervis előadáson, és úgy fejezze be a napot, hogy kiszáll a vonatból egy kilépési útlevél bélyegzőért.

CZ

Ahoj všichni, dnes si dáme trochu slunečního světla, pojedeme trajektem na sever z Eminönü do Anadolu Kavagi s mnoha zastávkami, pochutnáváme si na lahmacunu a polévce, vyděláváme peníze z bankomatu, dostáváme se na stanici Sirkeci na noční vlak a zmeškáme na vířícím dervišském představení a den zakončíte vystoupením z vlaku pro razítko výstupního pasu.

 DE

Hallo allerseits, heute haben wir etwas Sonnenlicht, nehmen eine Fähre nördlich von Eminönü nach Anadolu Kavagi mit vielen Haltestellen auf dem Weg, genießen ein Lahmacun und eine Suppe, holen Geld aus einem Geldautomaten, fahren zum Bahnhof Sirkeci für den Nachtzug und verpassen es auf einer wirbelnden Derwischvorstellung und beenden Sie den Tag, indem Sie aus dem Zug aussteigen, um einen Ausreisestempel zu erhalten.

 Today is Sunday the 12th February 2006.  This would be my last day in Turkey.  I thought the previous day, why not to take a cruise up the Bosphoros?  Hopefully the weather will be nice.  Well at least in the morning it was.

 About 7 AM I had breakfast and then went to Eminönü to catch the ferry to Anadolu Kavagi.  It cost about $ 15.00 round trip.  The ride up would take at least an hour and a half, as it would stop at five different places, either on the European side or the Asian side.  I remember doing something similar with my parents in the 1970s, and back then it was easy to tell the European side from the Asian side.

 The ferry was ready to board about 9 AM.  It was better to be inside for most of the time, than to be on the outside except for the more interesting stops.  The weather at Eminönü was nice, the clouds were not particularly thick, but when the ferry passed Rumeli Hisari, coulds thickened up and it started to snow.  The next half hour it snowed but did not ice up the Bosphoros.  We stopped about four more times before ending up at Anadolu Kavagi.  Anadolu Kavagi is a tourist town on the Asian side, and has a military base.  For lunch I went to a small restaurant on Dolay Ck.  I ordered a lentil soup, lahmacun, and an Ayran, which is a yogurt drink.  I watched the snowfall outside the restaurant.  

 I wanted to get a good view of the Bosphoros, so I walked up Cafer Baba.  I saw the nearby hills covered with snow.  I could not stay much longer.  That was the last time I saw snow in Asia.

 I wanted to buy some provisions for the night's train travel, and I was running out of money. I found an ATM but it was inside the military base.  I asked permission to enter just to use the ATM.  The gentleman was very nice to allow me to enter, and once I withdrew my money, I left and went back into town.

 Once I returned to town, I bought some Efes beers and snacks for the night's train ride.  I also bought a copy of the day's edition of the "Hürriyet" newspaper, even if I could not speak Turkish.  To end, I had a couple of glasses of tea until it was time for the return journey.  The journey took an hour and a half to get back to Eminönü.  I took the tram back to Sultanahmet and walked back to the hotel. I asked for a ride to Sirkeci station, and someone volunteered to take me for 10 Lira, not a bad deal.  I packed up my belongings and about 6:30 PM I was at Sirkeci station.

 There was one last thing I wanted to do, but it would possibly make me miss my train from Sirkeci station to Bucharest.  I had supper, a lahmacun with seasoned onions and ayran, then took my luggage to the car where my compartment was located.  I had the compartment all to myself.  The train did not have a restaurant car of its own.  I had a sink and mirror and electric outlet.  The bathrooms were down the hall.  The train left Sirkeci station about 8:30 PM for the border at Kapikule, close to both the Bulgarian and Greek borders.  It seemed a bit slow, despite being an electrified route.  

 I went to sleep for a while until about 2 AM when the conductor knocked on my door to let me know that we were approaching the border and that everyone had to exit the train, in spite of the cold weather.  Everyone had to leave the train, line up at the customs building, get a "Cikis" stamp for exiting, and board the train again.  It was good to get back on the train.  The train passed Kapikule and crossed into Bulgaria.  

At Kapikule the electrification ended (there is a project to extend electrification to Bulgarian national rail standard) and thus the locomotives were switched from there until Dimitrovgrad where the electrification resumed.  When the train approached Kapitan Andreevo, the Bulgarian custom guards boarded, knocked on the compartment doors, saying "Passport control", and reading aloud passport numbers by walkie talkie.  My passport record was clean and I was given an entry stamp into Bulgaria.  It must have been about 4 AM when the train went on to Svilengrad, Dimitrovgrad, Shumen and Ruse.  About 8 AM I bought a cup of coffee for two euro.  I received a cup of coffee and a CFR (Romanian railways) packet of sugar.  That was the only "food and drink" I received that entire ride.  The train ride was very long, with an electric locomotive from Dimitrovgrad to Ruse, where it was swapped out with a diesel train to go to Giurgiu in Romania.  I also received an exit stamp at Ruse.  The train went along and crossed the Danube into Giurgiu, Romania.

 At Giurgiu, the train stopped for about an hour.  The weather looked fine, sunny with few clouds.  But the weather could change at any moment.  The Romanian customs agents took my passport into an office and I was worried for about half an hour.  I eventually received it back, with an entry stamp.  The train left maybe 6 PM and arrived at Bucharest Gara de Nord around 7:30 PM, and it started snowing.  

 If you come to Bucharest, always be careful of scammers.  Particularly luggage handlers and taxi drivers.  If you can use public transportation, know how to get to and from your hotel and do not ever depend on the luggage handlers or taxi drivers, as they can demand outrageous fees.  For example a taxi ride should cost less than $ 10.00.  Sometimes a person can be charged $ 30.00 or $40.00, maybe more.  I did end up at my hotel, although with $ 30.00 less cash than I expected.

 It was cold and I did not really want to go out that night.  The hotel had a restaurant and I ordered some soup and an Ursus beer.  Ursus is one of the major beer brands in Romania.  Then I went to sleep.

 EN

Next adventure – the Bucharest metrou, Piata Unirii and the Ceausescu presidential building, the infamous O-Zone song on CD, supplement for the sleeper for Sofia BG

 TR

Sıradaki macera - Bükreş metrosu, Piata Unirii ve Ceausescu başkanlık binası, CD'deki rezil O-Zone şarkısı, Sofia BG için uyuyan için ek

 BG

Следващо приключение - метрото в Букурещ, Piata Unirii и президентската сграда на Чаушеску, скандалната песен O-Zone на CD, добавка за спалния за София BG

 RO

Următoarea aventură - metrou bucureștean, Piața Unirii și clădirea prezidențială Ceaușescu, cântecul celebru O-Zone pe CD, supliment pentru dormitor pentru Sofia BG

 SR

Следећа авантура - метро у Букурешту, Пиата Унирии и председничка зграда Чаушескуа, злогласна песма О-Зоне на ЦД-у, додатак за спавање за Софију БГ

 HU

Következő kaland - a bukaresti metrou, a Piata Unirii és a Ceausescu elnöki épülete, a hírhedt O-Zone dal CD-n, kiegészítés Szófia BG alvójához

 CZ

Další dobrodružství - metra v Bukurešti, Piata Unirii a prezidentská budova Ceausescu, nechvalně známá píseň O-Zone na CD, doplněk pro pražce pro Sofii BG

 DE

Nächstes Abenteuer - die U-Bahn von Bukarest, Piata Unirii und das Präsidentengebäude von Ceausescu, das berüchtigte O-Zone-Lied auf CD, Zuschlag für den Schlafwagen von Sofia BG

[softest-nerd-freddie]

stozier where Stan is feeling dumb and miserable because he got like a “c” on something and richie comforts him and is super kind and maybe when Stan says he’ll never understand rich offers to tutor? (Cus in the book richie is technically a genius)

This is one of my favourite tropes and since I’m a ducker for school au’s I’m more than happy to do this!!

And once again I have mini series Stozier in my mind while writing!

Stan has always liked math. He likes that everything in it has it’s place and certain rules to obey. Everything has it’s order one has to follow and there is no place for stepping off the path.

Altough he has never had bigger problems with those classes, (he can boast about having straight A’s throughout the years in the high school) his so-called winning streak has been broken now, in the middle of his junior year, when the flu that swept him off his legs, forced him to stay at home for two weeks.

He, good student as he is of course, tries to gather all of the notes, but before he is able to even sit straight in his bed, let alone read and focus on anything, the new topic has been taken by the teacher. He tries his best to understand what is going on but the longer he looks at the numbers and letters in his notebook the less it all make sense. He refuses to ask anyone for help and he regrets it big time - as soon as he comes back to school, his class write a test on this topic.

When the techer gives them their papers back a week later, the big red C (you can do better than this, Stanley!) is glaring at Stan and he feels his heart sink. It’s his first this bad grade, he wouldn’t even mind B that much, but C? It almost screams Cretin at him and he’s so close to tear the paper here and there.

The bell rings and everyone rushes to the door to finally leave the school for today, but Stan can’t move from his place still looking, almost obsessively, at his failure (being failure). The only person who is now in the classroom with him is Richie who decided to wait for his friend.

“And here we can see a rare specimen of Stan the Man in his natural habi-” the voice dies in Richie’s throat when he notices Stan’s wet eyes the moment they meet his. Stan quickly wipes them with the sleeve of his shirt, turning back to his paper. “Hey Stannie, are you okay?”

The concern in Richie’s voice makes Stan look at him again and without speaking a word he shows him his test. 

“It’s not a biggie, you know? You were absent and it’s not your fault.” Richie tries to sound reassuringly, being aware of how important it is to Stan. 

“No excuses, Rich. It is my fault because I don’t understand it, and I don’t understand it because I’m dumb.” Stan’s voice is harsh and Richie sees in his eyes that he has set up his mind and changing it will be harder than he thinks.

Stan gets up and throws his test into his bag. He wants to leave as soon as possible, but before he manages to take a step, he feels warm hand catching his wrist. He looks surprised at Richie, who gets up as well and is now facing him. Stan has to raise his head a bit, Richie really has outgrown him.

“Come on, Stan, you know it’s not true. You’re the smartest guy I know and the fact that you tripped once doesn’t change that.” Stan feels the hand moving from his wrist, cupping his own, squeezing slightly. They used to do it a lot in kindergarten, a small gesture of support for one another. They had to stop though, because the older they got, the weirder it felt. Stan is glad that Richie hasn’t forgotten. 

“I can help you if you want?” Richie seems to be unsure for a moment, but quickly adds in his usual loud voice “I don’t want to boast but I got A, you know. A like amazing, and amazing is my second name!” 

Stan finally gives in and smiles looking at their tangled hands. 

“Fine. I think I may use the help of Richard Amazing Tozier, to be honest. You can come over today, eat dinner with us and then help me study.”

“Splendid!” the redhead exclaimed, letting go of Stan and placing his hand on his friend’s back, leading him out of the classroom. “So, my handsome apprentice, what dainties is your lovely mother going to prepare today?”

After the dinner, when they both settle on Stan’s bed with a plate of chocholate cookies and notebooks, Stan doesn’t feel so confident anymore. He knows damn well he is able to understand it, but he knows there’s a wall between him and this topic build out of his insecurities.

Richie notices it and gives him a playful shove, smiling, his eyes saying “you got this”. He then proceeds to explain everything step by step and show the use of formula on two examples. Explained by someone else it all seem to finally start making sense, and Stan thinks he gets this but when Richie says that it’s his turn to do some tasks, worries creep their way back again.

“I’ll give you a cookie for every finished exercise” Richie says his mouth full of chocolate, pointing at the remaining three on the plate, earning a chuckle from Stan. 

Stan struggles at first one but he finishes it all alone. The second one seems easier but still he has to scratch a lot when he messes up. He looks with distaste at the page but lets it be. He approaches the third one calmly and steadily and he does it almost without any mistake.

“You see? I told you!” Richie bumps his fist against his friend’s shoulder, smiling widely. “You should do some more, just to get used to it. But we’re out of cookies.”

“It’s okay, I can do it without a reward.” Stan shrugs it off, turning the page in his notebook.

“The ultimate treat from Mr. Tozier is a kiss, you know?” Richie says, sticking his lips out and making loud clicking noises.

Stan’s heart skips a beat. He blinks few times, his cheeks painting pink but when he realized that Richie is joking, all he can do is to laugh nervously. He tries to concentrate on the exercises again, starts to play with his bow-tie to help him focus, but nothing right now can make him forget about the thought of Richie’s lips on his own. 

When Stan finishes the last task and closes his notebook with a thud, he feels good. The satisfaction of his work done well lets him steady his heart, calms his thougths and maybe even allows him to not notice that Richie has been looking at him and not at the pages in the notebook for all that time.

“Those kids, are growing so fast, learning so fast!” Richie exclaims loudly, theatrically wiping non-existent tear from his eye. “You did a good job today, Mr. Uris, I’m proud of you. You deserve a big treat.”

“We did a good job, Mr. Tozier.” Stan smiles, turning his face to his friend and stretching his back. “I think both of us deserve a treat. I can ask my mo-”. 

Richie’s lips pressed to his own stop him from finishing the sentence and Stan can swear that at this moment he almost forgot what he has been talking about. The kiss is sloppy and rather quick, Richie pulls away almost as fast as he went in.

Stan looks at his friend with utter shock painted all over his face, from raised eyebrows, through wide eyes, to his mouth still slightly open as if he is just about to finish what he has been saying. His mind goes completely blank for solid few seconds.

Richie’s expression on the other hand is a mix of fear and amazement. He licks his lips waiting for his friend to response somehow, but the longer he stares at him the more he’s becoming afraid. 

Stan finally blinks and closes his mouth. Without a word he gets up and, to Richie’s dismay, he walks up the door. He then locks them quietly, turns again, now facing Richie and not taking his eyes off of his, he approaches him and sits on the bed as close as he can.

“Do it again.”

Stan gulps. He doesn’t know if kissing a boy is a good thing to do, something in the back of his mind screams at him to stop before he can, but when Richie leans in again and presses his lips softly against his, nothing else matters. He feels warm hands cupping his face and a shiver runs down his spine. He pushes forward, catches the front of Richie’s shirt clinging to it as if afraid that letting go now would mean forever.

“Richard, your father is here!” the loud yell coming from downstairs separates them almost immediately. They jump away from each other breathing a bit heavier, but smiling, feeling too awkward to look each other in the eyes. 

Richie clears his throat, but doesn’t say anything. He only grabs all of his stuff and shoves them into his bag, biting on his lip. As soon as he is done and ready to leave, Stan rushes to the door to unlock them. They both run down the stairs to see their dads waiting for them and chatting while doing so. 

“How did it go, son? Do you understand everything now?” Mr. Uris asked, running his hand through his son’s hair.

“I think I’m doing fine, dad.” Stan answers smiling softly, and after a moment of hestitation he adds “But I think I may need one more tutor session. Just to be sure.”

He finally finds the courage in him to look at Richie. Redhead’s goofy smile makes his heart flip and he feels small smile creeping his way on his lips as well.

“But tomorrow you have to come to our place, Stanley.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Tozier.” Stan answers. “See you tomorrow, Rich.”

(A/N) It was supposed to be one of those headcannon thingy but I just went with a flow and there’s no going back ;A; 

I’m so sorry if it turned out somewhat crappy tho. I still don’t feel too comfortable in writing full fics.

Ps. I’m tagging @steve-harringtwin again and just…let me know if you want me to stop xD

[miyomiikonran]

OCtober #2 p.2 - Who's your first OC?

Oh look who's writing answer for yesterday's question tonight cus she fell asleep :'D It happens often as I write all my posts from phone and have no control over my sleepiness... Also, there're some mistakes in posts sometimes because of that reason as well, but I try to correct them as soon as I spot them, sorry :') But anyway, two posts to write today then~

I talked about my first OC ever - Miyomi, already few times last year as that was one of the prompts back then, so check it here, also here and here or by checking her tag for less important details. Here you can also check TWO perfect sketches made by my beloved @ironic-artist <3

So as you can see she got some spotlight already, so outside for quick explanation I decided to talk more about how I managed many different universes with her and changes between them, as I love creating more and more of such :3

Miyomi at first was created specifically for Bleach universe by my middle school self as Bleach was my biggest love for few years around 10-15 y.o. She wasn't that great of a character, plot was flat and simple, but she influenced my life quite greatly as she was self insert, which made me reflect on myself more and with time notice a lot of things that were wrong with me back then.

But you can ask then, what is that last post and second drawing all about? Well, as I grew up Miyomi stopped being so relatable for me, I slowly lost my interest for Bleach and after 3 years of rp with her and constant creating I actually left her behind. But then in the middle of highschool, me and @ironic-artist (with who I create a loooot together) came up with idea for our own universe, into which we put some of our already existing OCs, giving them a story and character remake in much darker themed plots. They all also got aged-up to young adults as it was both more relatable for us as well as got us more possibilities in creating than some teens. This universe soon after got named as Circus AU and actually became much more interesting than their original universe. It existed as base-universe for all these characters for few years.

Then recently (around year or year and half ago?) I managed to convince Ironic to not give up on that Bleach based universe which resulted in new reworked version, with more complicated plot, more unique ideas and less related storyline. Now these two universes exist as equal when it comes to complexity, but with drastically different atmosphere. So that's what these two drawings are about :3

However like I mentioned before, I love playing with multiple universes so just for a record, Miyomi exists in three more: gakuen/modern times universe (typical highschool setting), fantasy/elve universe (actually human and elve, as opposite sides, also quite typical motive) and sci-fi/futuristic universe which at the moment is work in progress. All there are less complex and made more for our enterteiment, but still, I still like those. Such situation applies to many of my OCs, I'll try to state that each time when ut's gonna be important.

So yeah that's kinda it, I think now it's explained enough :)

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yugihell’s glorious tags compilation

If you’re a YuGiOh fan and you’re not following @yugihell​, you’re missing out on a fucking GOLDMINE of amazing/hilarious tags. I’ve been feeling pretty crappy lately and these still had me dying laughing every time.

Welp, here’s a little compilation of these wonderful tags so far. :3 Enjoy! Warning: Obviously, many DSOD spoilers.

1) Post: Angry Baking Seto mokuba out at schoolseto aggressively pounding bread dough swearing at the top of his lungsbecause everybody's so FUCKING incompetent mokuba gets back and everything smells deliciousand he just sighs it's like a reverse pavlov reactionfresh baked goods means that tricky moment where he tries to smell what seto's madebecause each food means different problems and it helps to gauge his reactionbrownies - commiserate cakes - distract him bread - stay silent and put a movie onand consume the entire loaf together until the glaring stops

2) Post: Seto das gay (Part 1 of many) classic gay kaibawho can't differentiate between the thrill of battle and being horny it explains so much

3) Post: Atem’s Perfectly Coiffed Hair (aka Seto das gay pt 2) is there a mini ficfrom the pov of the lab assisstants slowly working out that this techis less for groundbreaking purposes and more for working throughhis repressed homosexuality vis a vis 'a pharaoh' who happens to look like a sexy yugihow mental do they think he is some of the kind ones instead thinkinghe's just very sad and very gay

4) Post: (no title, just tags) i confess i live for the times you reblog my posts with the tags cus I feel likei've done something right and maybe made you laugh which is betterthan just making myself laugh friends who read tags are tru friendsgather round and i'll mark us with a special sign *draws smiley face* *on ur face* (I can’t reblog with tags because 90% of the time, I’m on mobile, hence this tag compilation. But omg yes. I absolutely love your tags. You’ve made me crack up laughing despite being in a depressive slump lately, without fail. BEST. TAGS. XD FFS *on ur face* OMG WHY.)

5) Post: Mokuba gives his big brother The Birds and the Bees talk ok bro so when we get olderwe develop certain feelings which can be towards a whole range of peoplegirls boys it's all fine i was just wondering have you considered maybe what you uh like?kaiba: duel monsters no no seto that's not what i- but legit though he'd be like sit downwe're going through this in excruciating detailbecause i doubt you even had /straight/ sex educationand you're obviously not getting this information from anywhere else so back to ithere is why you never use oil and latex together (I AM FUCKING SCREAMING AT THIS ONE OMG.) 6) Post: Yami asks Yugi to fist him *unintelligible noise*i had to see this and now so do you *hides face in hands* (83 You reblogged this from me, so yeeeeeesssssss. NOT SORRY.)

More under the cut so I don’t kill your dashboards.

7) Post: Smol Angry Yugi i have a feeling thatmy need for top!yugi might be niche but that scene in dsod where he told kaibawhere to get off kind of cemented it for me all those chains and leatheri mean he's a small bean but it works in my mind somehowi just kind of want confuzzled kaiba being ordered around by yugiplatonically or non-platonically i don't think i really care how has this happened (Man idk, I think we all got a little boner for Yugi when that scene happened. I’d love a top!Yugi fic myself actually...)

8) Post: Enemy’s name on the wrist AU yugi/atem's changing every seasonlike well i guess we'll just keep an eye out for people with ridiculous hair and go from there

9) Post: Badass Atem atem looking like a badassimagine showing these to kaiba watching him try to supressinvoluntary noises of appreciation among other things

10) Post: Seto Kaiba & Yami VS Dartz how the hell did no-one ever notice yugi's transformation yugi's basically at kaiba's hipat least to begin with atem has an almost normal human size differenceam i projecting my problems of being a short person with a tall partner maybe...wish i had vertical hair

11) Post:  “when kaiba is angry does that make him upseto” joey wheeler wrote thisnyeh nyeh anyone? come on it's funny (I was having lunch with a friend when I saw this one. Started dying, had trouble trying to tell her why through my giggles.)

12) Post: Badass Yugi! you know he gives in here because this wasn't how he expected it to go down he has a minor404 file not found and he knew that yugi would win anyway cus he's got faith in himeven if it's all secret and quiet and it's a ruse anyway there better be some slightly crackytop!yugi fanfic from this with a seto kaiba that's alli don't know i never expected it to get this far  (I will never forget my entire theater just going OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!)

13) Post: Fandom Bakura is Best Bakura ok so in general i'm a person who needs them in-characterbut i'll make an exception for this guy right here cus fandom version is more funyu-gi-oh abridged version characterisation is on point what's the line i'm not british i'm gayi'm ryou bakura who's both (SAME. I love fandom Bakura and my best friend (who adores Bakura like I adore Seto) and I totally prefer Abridged Bakura’s voice (and characterization) over the dub’s.)

14) Post: *manly fainting noises* gif can't believe anyone reads my ramblingi am blushing violently but lack an appropriate gif i had to go get my laptop because mobileit's now covered in water but i needed a gif thank you for essentially reintroducing meto the fandom i will never forget those who taught me the term prideshippingunless you change your blog names in which case i'm screwed but you'll remain in my heartand eventually i'll build a dimension cannon we'll be together again and it'll be great  (I love reading people’s tags! Like secret-not-so-secret whispered thoughts. XD But yes, welcome back to the fandom, enjoy the gay, enjoy the massive shipping list, and thank you for keeping my dash full of YuGiOh goodness.)

15) Post: Seto das gay pt 3 watching this bit and going well that's pretty gay thank you for the scrapspreparing myself for the moment of 'no homo' but instead got no. homo. it is actually homo

16) Post: Seto’s undying boner FFS (Seto das gay pt 4) i like to believe less enabled more no one would ever stand in this man's wayover literally anything he thirsty for some ancient egyptian dick i say let him get on with itthe pay's amazing -some random employee (THIRSTY FOR ANCIENT EGYPTIAN DICK. LET HIM GET ON WITH IT THE PAY IS AMAZING OMG.)

17) Post: Oddly Specific Headcanon atem would be rocking god statuslet's not lie to ourselves this is my headcanonverse of hell where kaiba decks atem outin suits that work with the gold cus that boy would go around in the blingand mokuba would be forced to explain to kaiba what a sugar daddy isand how much he's coming across as one with a yugi moto cosplayerthey've had to make papers for him that say he's yugi's second cousin but it doesn't helpgood thing kaiba doesn't care about anyone's opinion (FUCKING. THE SUGAR DADDY BIT.)

18) Post: Um... Yugi... he wears the collar in bed?you know what i don't want to know

19) Post: Atem’s sexy brown thighs queer subtext with that unnecessary but fabulous shot of atem's thighs it's queer gaze codedjust to ram home that that's the first thing he sees god bless the animatorsmaking sure we knew that seto noticed those brown sexy thighsand a borderline crotch focus

20) Post: Puppyshipping puppyshipping god i missed being in a fandomwhere you can have multiple conflicting ships but it's all cooljoey's gonna get to test the new disks (I’m not gonna lie, I read that as “Joey’s gonna get to test the new dicks.” Just. Have that. Iampuppyshippingtrashignoreme.)

Aaaaand those were the best ones. Looking forward to more of these amazing tag rambles! :D