#bleu fandom ask game

[bleuflowerfields]

c and d for the fandom ask game?

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

I'm going to have to go with Fukumori. Like, it's an interesting dynamic if anything, but I've really never vibed with it. So, not my thing.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Kousano. They really just feel like WLW thrown in there just because I've rarely seen shippers who like them purely for their dynamic, unfortunately.

[sewers-headmates]

Source List

we are making an updated form for some of our requests. this form will be very detailed and we will only use it for sources here. For brainmade and other fictive/factives we will still use our old one!

TV Shows:

South Park + AUs (h3ll p4rk, y4rdale, fl3ur bleu, horror park, let me make some from my original aus)

Game Of Thrones

Supernatural

Stranger Things

Morel Orel

Movies:

Scream

The Goldfinch

IT part 1 & 2

Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1&2

Harry Potter

Nightmare On Elm Street 2 (also 1 ig but i love 2)

god tbh almost any horror movie ^^ at least ask!

Video Games:

Alice Madness Returns

Cult Of The Lamb

Class Of 09 (on hold)

Books:

The Goldfinch

IT

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Warriors

Wings Of Fire

Musicals:

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

Black Friday

Nerdy Prudes Must Die

Nightmare Time 1&2

Spies Are Forever

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Les Miserables

Falsettos

Ride The Cyclone

Factives:

Starkid Cast

mcyt

some youtubers pls ask

Misc:

Meadowlark/Yaelokre

songtives from the album tender prey - nick cave & the bad seeds

our ocs (ask/dm for more details but we have some from most of these fandoms + some more just ask!)

aus in general! we love making alters from aus!!! though this will only be if we get into the concept so you may get a normal form

Alright! I’ll see you all later! This also works as a wishlist for us and may be updated as we go along! The new form are a wip so please if you’re picking from these let us know you want the new form!

[curiouselleth]

WIP folder game

I was tagged by @tathrin, @echo-bleu, and @camille-therinde!!!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Fun! I'd love asks on any of these, most I haven't talked about here at all! (Except for the ones in the last folder I list for obvious reasons lol.) I only really have fics in the Silmarillion fandom besides one crossover wip. I'll start with the folders within my writing folder, then move on to the ones just free running around in there 😂

"Finished" folder

Eng PI trailer

"Posted" folder within Finished folder:

Unable to See the Starlight

"The Founder Story Stuff" folder:

an unexpected poetry

Oudawor Map

The Founder - Scenes + Fragments

The Founder Character Sheet

The Founder Poems and Songs

The Founder, First Notes

"Veil of Starlight" folder:

Posted - Elured and Elwing Reuniting

Veil of Starlight

Just in the "Writing" folder, not within any other folders:

Feanor!Curufin

How Can We Heal?

Raistlin is Eru Theory (Tevildo's ask)

Superpowers AU

Untitled WIP

WIPs

So my first folder is actually classwork from this and last semester, though I won't accept asks on these, the rules are the rules so here they are😂:

CP 1st week writing assignment

Film + Lit Essay 1

Object selection writing

Personal Essay first draft

Poli sci midterm exam

Process prompt 1

process prompt 5: snowglobe

Theater final essay

UK Case Preparation

Untitled document

untitled document

No pressure tagging: @dreamingthroughthenoise, @jezzibee, @erdariel, @eomerofrohan, @quixoticanarchy, @ladybrooke, @nyx-genderfluid-bean

[camille-lachenille]

I got tagged by @echo-bleu to talk about my WIPs

the game is: post the names of the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title of what most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. if you want, tag as many people as you have wips.

Most of my wips don’t really have a title, more a descriptive sentence, but here’s what I have in the notes folder of my phone:

All are in the lotr and/or silm fandom

Elrodel

Fourth Age Aragorn/Arwen

Self indulgent Modern Girl in Middle Earth

Modern Girl in Middle Earth 2 (Alys and the twins)

Fourth Age cabbage patch Elflings shenanigans

Blueberry’s grand adventure

Ellalwen’s hero worship

Maglor is Lindir (inspired by a tumblr post I can’t find again)

Attëamíriel Sartayeldë - the lonely sister

And I tag @deadqueernoldor

[artemismatchalatte]

For the ask game -- 6, 10, 14, and 17!

Oh! Thanks for the ask! It's going to be about my newer project which I'm currently working on edits for. It's not my NaNo Project from last year, though I still want to get back to that project too.

6. Describe a Trope present in your WIP.

Irredeemably bad Gothic dad (but not in a cool way). The story takes place in the early 20th century. He's the father of several of the other focal characters and he is one of the main villains of the story. Half the problems in the novel are tied to him. He's the titular character too. I hope my readers/listeners hate him as much as I do!

10. What scene from WIP will be good fan art fodder?

From what I've written so far, there would be a lot of fan fodder for Heather and Reese who are the main couple (they are a femme bisexual woman and a butch lesbian so they're WLW). Reese is one of the daughters of the family that the story is centered around. She's the only one officially recognized by her uncle, so she will inherit all the money, if they can't find any of her other siblings. Heather and Reese meet during the war as they are a nurse and ambulance driver, respectively. I imagine there could be a lot of fan art of them in their uniforms??? They first fall in love during WWI but this story covers a large space of time (and a lot of character's lives).

14. Who becomes the fan favorite from this WIP?

Hard to say. Some characters I have barely written anything for yet and others I have had with me for the last few weeks. For all I know it will be their long suffering uncle who tries to undo all the bad shit his brother does? Maybe Reese who tries to reunite her fucked up family while building a safe place for Heather and her children? Maybe Carson with his ghosts and soldiers? I have no idea.

17. You should’ve expected it, but you’re still surprised when you find out people aggressively ship (which non-canon pairing of OCs?)

Easy. Lt. Carson Bleu and one (or more) of his men in the army. Carson is a happily married man in the story, but I KNOW if there was ever a fandom for this story, they would ship it. And I wouldn't be mad about it. He and his company are all in an extreme bromance. One of the other captains is canonically jealous of how loyal Carson's men are to him and each other.

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Fandom: Psychonauts

Rating: K+

Genre: Gen?? Sickfic?? mild H/C??? you got me, man

Characters: Caligosto Loboto, Boyd Cooper, Gloria Von Gouton, Fred Bonaparte, Crispin Whytehead, Sheegor

Warnings: Vomit, blood, depictions of sickness... (SPOILERS: implied torture + amputation)

Description: Loboto is having a very bad night. The inmates are not helping.

Beta Readers: @jaywings​ and Rocket

Notes: This fic is based on a theory that comes from a few figments in Loboto’s mental world in the demo footage of Psychonauts 2. ...also I wrote this while sick with a fever, edited it while still sick, and illustrated the cover while recovering from said sickness. have fun

—~~~—

He did not remember arriving back at the tower.

Partially because he wasn't even back in the tower, instead standing on the frosty shoreline, the chilly waves lapping at his boot heels.

Loboto stared dumbly out at the cliffside for a long moment before frustration simmered beneath his fogged mind. Yes! Of course, they wouldn't send him back to his lab. No! He could do with a good climb, especially on a frigid night like this! His chest heaved with quiet, dazed laughter before he took a gasp of cold air that grated against his sore throat.

The wind, though not harsh, cut through every part of him that wasn't covered by his shower cap or lab coat like a fine knife, as cold as it was painful. It grazed his shoulder, and his vision went white as his mechanical eyes flashed. But even with the blasted optics glitching, he could still see. His imagination ran wild with absurd visions of ridiculous things that had never happened.

On top of that, the slice of pain brought with it a violent realization that it was not the only pain he was in. The numb shock he’d been in gave way to an agony that tore through him, ripping up and down his side, nearly bringing him to his knees. No, no, no, that pain could not be real, just like the horrific visions of red and yellow that flashed through his mind. It was all a trick—all a stupid trick from his malfunctioning eyes and his brain. Pah!

He found himself clawing at his shower cap, occasionally stopping to smack his mechanical eyes a few times until they flickered back into focus, the desolate beach snapping back into view. "Enough of this!" he growled hoarsely at the sand beneath him. "That little army man will be back any day now, and we can't keep him waiting."

With a grunt, Loboto marched forward and heaved himself up onto the first narrow ledge, already finding his body shuddering with the effort and his mind struggling to push back the imaginary waves of pain. "Ridiculous!" he blurted into the rock he leaned against for balance. "A child can climb a mountain ten times this height!" And it wasn't like he'd never done it, either. Muscle memory helped him get from one step to the other, but keeping his balance was harder than normal, especially as his mind repeatedly dipped back into brain fog.

His eyes flickered in a blink when he found himself on the ladder, his boot slipping on the frosty wood and one hand losing its grip. Realizing he was about to fall, he flung his weight back against the ladder, biting down on the nearest rung to keep himself in place. A frantic giggle worked its way through his clenched teeth—ah, teeth! Useful for so many things! They would never let him down.

If you let us down one more time—

Ripping himself away from the rung and leaving rough teeth-marks behind, he let out a snarl and heaved himself the rest of the way up the ladder and onto the ledge. He sat on his knees for the moment, his mechanical eyes pulling back as he tried to make sense of the gate that seemed to be spinning around him. No, not just the gate—the entire cliffside spun beneath him like some wild carnival ride. He couldn't remember it doing that before, but the absurdity of it made him laugh, the action tearing through his sore throat. Yet he continued to laugh until his stomach lurched and a cascade of vomit silenced him.

He managed to scoot himself away, spitting and coughing as the world slowly came to a halt. At the same time, a figure that had been sleeping against the opposite wall snapped alert with a panicked gasp.

"Ah—ah!" Boyd stammered, scrambling to his feet and whipping his head around until he spotted Loboto on the ground. "Who are you working for?"

"That fool Oleander," Loboto grumbled under his breath, his eyes swiveling to glare at him.

Boyd's eyes blinked separately before recognition dawned upon him. "Y-yes! Of course!" Fumbling with his keys, he got to work unlocking the gate. "It's said he knows the milkman..."

Gritting his teeth, Loboto shakily began to push himself back upright. A large hand suddenly clapped against his shoulder, and he gave a yell as he was heaved to his feet. Without turning to look, he struck at the one who'd grabbed him. "Tricky terrible traitors try to trap—"

"AH—no, I am no traitor, I am the guard!" Boyd cried, stumbling back and holding up his hands as Loboto found his balance.

The two stared at each other for a tense moment, Loboto's eyes glowing harshly as Boyd trembled beneath his gaze. He couldn't help feeling a twinge of satisfaction at seeing his subordinate cower.

"Th... the milk is not ready yet!" Boyd said, wincing away as he eyed the doctor's clenched fist.

Loboto stared.

"I'm lactose intolerant."

Boyd glanced at something on the ground. "I-I noticed."

With a growl, Loboto finally marched past the guard, who frantically closed the gate behind him.

Now that that mess was over, he could finally get back up to his lab and get back to—

He paused.

"SHEEGOR!"

His voice boomed through the empty grounds. It was empty of people, now empty of crows, and empty of elevators.

When his assistant did not spontaneously appear, he clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white beneath his glove. "Yes! Wonderful!" he proclaimed to no one as he stamped toward the withered garden with a harsh laugh. "I can scale this dilapidated tower myself then. Fine night for some exercise!"

He knew his way through his asylum, of course, so it wouldn't be overly difficult, but he would have much preferred the express elevator so he could get back to work immediately. But as it was, he ducked through the entrance to the greenhouse, fighting to keep steady as the action made his head spin, his back ache (no it didn’t, he was fine), and his shower cap to catch against the branches overhead. Turning his optics up, he pressed a hand down into the cap, pulling it away from the plants. He'd hoped to avoid the woman who occupied this corner of the asylum, but as he straightened his back, he bumped into one of the flowerpots, knocking it to the ground with a dull clunk.

"My, you need to buy seats in advance if you want to come to my shows!" Gloria said, turning to him with a patient, hazy smile. "No need to be harassing the paying customers."

"What do they pay you in? Leaves? Seeds?" Loboto asked, the frantic giggle that followed clashing with his strained smile.

Gloria ignored the comment, glancing him over and waving him off. "Please see yourself out. I'm not an usher, but since they seem to be ignoring their duties, I'll have to tell you you cannot bring food or drink into the theater."

Swiveling his optics in an approximation of an eye roll, Loboto turned away to head out the other side of the greenhouse. "I don't have any."

"Not anymore, but anyone can see that wine you've sloshed onto your nice suit."

Loboto froze.

"It's a wonder it didn't get onto the carpet—"

The next thing he knew, he was staring down at an entire line of flower pots that lay in pieces on the floor of the greenhouse.

"Oh!" Gloria cried. "I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure the ushers will attend to this ruffian, and the play can resume..."

He left her to continue rambling to her imaginary audience as he tried to rid the imaginary nonsense (visions, pain, glowing yellow eyes) from his mind. "Fickle fumbling females feeling faint for fading flowers..." he mumbled as he stepped into the lower floor of the asylum. It brought its usual sights and sounds of one of the former orderlies dozing over a makeshift game board (with stolen game pieces, he noted), the artist in the room overhead scraping old brushes furiously against a canvas, and finally Crispin standing dutifully in front of the asylum's only other elevator.

"Crispin!" Loboto said, and the man turned to face somewhere slightly to his left. "Let me up, will you?"

"Of course, Doctor Loboto." Crispin turned toward the elevator controls, only to pause, his dull eyes squinting as he turned back. "Wait..."

"Wait for what?" Loboto threw out his arm in a wide gesture. "Do you want to hear that army man ranting at us again? Or perhaps you find it funny! Though it is, isn't it? Shouting about sneezing powder and tanks! HAH!"

While he'd been talking, Crispin had been leaning forward, eyeing him up and down. He frowned. "You're not Doctor Loboto," he said at length.

"WHAT?!"

Behind him, Fred sprang to his feet. "Sacré bleu! We have fallen asleep on ze battlefield!"

Ignoring the man and his terrible French accent, Loboto stepped closer to Crispin, finding himself trembling—in rage or in suppressed laughter or something else, he wasn't sure. "Of course I'm Doctor Loboto! I was, last I checked. Highly trained and professional!"

"Yes, well," Crispin began, leaning back and raising a brow, "the real Doctor Loboto does not wear an actual straitjacket. It's merely a strappy jacket fashioned from one."

"This is my jacket, you milky-eyed moron!" Loboto cried, tugging on the front of his coat in demonstration. "It doesn't have my arms tied up!" He lunged toward Crispin to grab him by the collar, but stumbled as the world spun once more. He struggled to keep his stomach from flipping again.

"Well, that's because you're wearing it poorly. But you are certainly not Doctor Loboto. I can tell. You don't have the right jacket, or the right complexion." He tipped his head. "The real Doctor Loboto is blue, not sickly gray. As you can see, you can't fool me. Now go back to wherever you came from and—"

"He has returned from ze war!" Fred blurted behind him. He blinked, then shook his head, hunching in on himself. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, we really shouldn't—" He straightened again. "Yes, shut up! We are in ze presence of a great war hero!"

Crispin rolled his eyes. "What are you going on about now, Fred?"

"Do you not see? He bears ze blood of his enemies upon his robes, and ze scars of victory—"

Loboto whirled on him faster than he could think, managing a swift kick to Fred's shin.

With a yelp, the man crashed to the ground, curling up on himself and whining. "Ohhh... can we just postpone the battle until morning?" He twitched. "NON! Ze enemy never sleeps, so neither shall we!"

"Well, Fred's down for the count again," Cripsin remarked. "So if you're done, kindly step away from my elevator and off the nearest cliff, thanks."

Loboto wanted nothing more than to knock Crispin to the ground and find a few bad teeth to remove, but his vision was blurring and flickering, and he found it hard to think.

"No, really, we can't fight in the dark, and the enemy can't either, can they?" "Rrrrrghhh, I suppose you are right, for once. We shall camp here for now, but come sunrise, we fight!"

A weak laugh made its way past his lips as he stared down at the former orderly settling on the cobblestone. Yes, that crazy man had a point. There was no point in fighting tonight—he'd get his work done in the morning. And that work would have to include getting back into his lab in the first place.

After a brief moment, he snatched an item from the floor before stumbling back through the greenhouse and toward the entrance.

A nice night for sleeping under the stars, he supposed.

---~~~---

Judging by how bright the world was by the time his mechanical eyes flickered back on, the sun was starting to rise. But he couldn't tell for sure when there was a large metal cage blocking his view, with something else within—

"He said he would be back by nightfall, but he hasn't come!" a high pitched voice cried as a familiar form stepped out of the elevator, her back to him. "Oh Mr. Pokeylope, do you think he's gone for good this time?"

The corner of Loboto's mouth twitched.

"Oops!" She clapped an oven mitt over her mouth. "I'm glad he's not around to hear me say that," she said as she began to turn. "If he was, he'd be—EEK!"

Sheegor jumped back at the sight of Loboto laying sprawled out at the foot of the fountain, having slept (or passed out) there the remainder of the night. He clutched his worn teddy close to his chest and stared her in the eyes.

"Oh—I—I—!" Sheegor held her pet turtle close to herself. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry Doctor Loboto, I didn't mean any of that, I—"

"Yes, well it's a nice morning, isn't it?" Loboto grumbled, tucking the teddy bear under his arm so he could push himself to his feet. His entire body ached (from sleeping on the ground, not from anything else). "A nice morning to get some work done after you left me stranded here all night!" He took a threatening—but wobbling—step forward, fist clenched.

Oddly, Sheegor didn't seem as intimidated as usual. Her mouth gaped, and her eyes darted between his face and his right side.

"What are you looking at?"

"Y... you..." A trembling mitt was covering her open mouth. "D-Doctor! What happened to you?!"

His eyes flickered. "I slept out here with a rock for a pillow."

"N-no, it's—it's—!" Her whole body was shaking now, but not, he sensed, in fear of him. It should have made him angry, but exhaustion pulled at him instead, making his frame droop.

"Yes? Well, spit it out."

Sheegor held out one hand, pointed toward his right side. "Y-your arm!"

Loboto's optics slowly angled down to his right. For the first time he noticed the enormous, darkened bloodstains on his jacket, and a torn, empty sleeve hanging limply at his side.

"Oh," he said dully, feeling himself wobble as the pain finally worked its way to the forefront of his mind. "How did that happen?"

At once the world tipped to the side, and Sheegor caught him, straining to keep him from fully collapsing to the ground.

Wordlessly she helped him into the elevator, letting him lean onto her while he bit back the urge to scream. He wanted to protest, to berate her for touching him, but everything felt distant, even the upper floor of the asylum as they rapidly ascended toward it. And anyway, once they reached the top, anything he would have said was held back by his rolling stomach ejecting whatever bile still occupied it.

As he gagged, he could hear Sheegor whispering to the turtle in her mitts: "I know, I know, but I-I can't leave him like that—th-the asylum wouldn't... w-we were supposed to..."

"Just... get back to work... Sheegor," he managed to slur around the acrid taste in his mouth. Bitter bile breaks brittle bones of the mouth.

Sheegor looked from him to her turtle a few times, her mouth wobbling, and carefully eased his arm over her hunched back again. Instead of leading him to his lab, however, she led him down into the asylum, into the usual room he slept in: a mostly-intact bedroom with a mattress and blankets over a broken bed frame shoved into one corner, a chair and a desk with papers scattered across it, and a meticulously crafted and framed (and official) DDS license on the wall.

After easing him down into the bed, Sheegor stepped back, looking away. "Um... I-if you want, Doctor, I can clean that robe..."

His initial thought was that the blood stains made a wonderful addition to his ensemble, but glancing down at them again caused his brain to supply him with more awful, made-up nonsense. No, he wouldn't have that any longer.

With some amount of struggling he managed to get the thing off, unceremoniously tossing it in Sheegor's general direction. She managed to catch it and quickly scurried out. "I'll get this back to you as soon as I can Doctor bye!" she squeaked before the door slammed behind her, leaving Loboto sitting in the empty room.

Everything felt surreal, being in familiar surroundings after spending an entire night on freezing cobblestone. The sight when his gaze turned downward, however, was less familiar: there was new stitching across his chest, and on his right shoulder where his arm had been. It was cleanly done—they hadn't wanted him too much worse for wear, since he still had a job to do for—

Oleander. He had a job to do for Oleander right now. The sneezing powder, yes. His mind drifted over the things they'd discussed in their last meeting.

They'd both figured out a way for it to be made, more or less. The remaining issue was how to properly dispense the stuff. Oleander had suggested keeping it in a bag, but that was easily-spilled, and it may lose potency if pre-ground. But what was he supposed to do? He didn't have a grinder with him on-hand at all times—

A shock of brilliance bolted through him, and he stumbled to his desk with renewed energy. He grabbed a well-chewed pencil and began to write, his non-dominant hand shaking badly as he forced it into motions it was not used to.

But that was fine. It wouldn't have that job for long.

A manic giggle bubbled out of his throat as he worked out the notes and rough sketches, detailing a jointed pepper grinder with claws and a strap to secure it to his now-unoccupied side.

This loss of a limb, baffling as it was, was exactly what he needed.

[quecksilvereyes]

Cellphoney, bleu, whot, sunshine, mess?

cellphoney: we should talk more youre cool :() bleu: i LOVE your vibes youre aesthetic somehow whot: how are you so talented? sunshine: youre so nice sunshine personified mess: youre in too many fandoms ily but what is your blog even about fdjhgdfgjhdfghdfjg thank youuu! i agree, we should talk more, i am always happy to! also my blog is a look directly at my brain, hyperfixations and all, i'm already proud that i've managed to pick out my poetry and make a seperate blog basically i just see something and go ohhhhhhh shiny!!! here's a chaotic ask game, what vibes do i give off?

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Go Fish

Go Fish by Soren Bleu Kun

Midoriya asks Aoyama to play a game with him in the dorm common room, and while they play they have a talk.

Words: 1062, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of DekuSquad Week 2020

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aoyama Yuuga, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Aoyama Yuuga & Midoriya Izuku, No Romantic Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Slice of Life, U.A. Dorms, Go Fish

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26371402

[bleuflowerfields]

okay nine for kyouran, charles cuevas, whit young, ulysses wilhelm, and kai monteago.

also unrelated but HELLO UR DESI??? BLEU HOW ARE YOU LITERALLY ME. AND THE ULYSSES WILHELM FAVORITE??? AND THE ULYMON??? AND THE SORAKEI???? STOP BEING SO REAL

9. could you be roommates with these characters?

kyouran -> hell no that guy would probably scam me in his free time just to mess with me. i get he's a conman with good intentions but. still not risking it.

charles -> nah. i get he has development now but he was still one hell of a prick in ch1. so that's a pass from me.

whit -> hell yeah! we do have quite a bit in common, and he's funny. i do need more sunshines in my life though they get annoying sometimes.

ulysses -> yeah for sure. i think i'd get him talking pretty easily, we'd be friends.

kai -> OH HELL NO. i love him as a character but if i ever had to meet someone like him irl i'd rather jump off a skyscraper. jesus christ.

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also anika dw my jaw also dropped when i learned that you had a lot of my faves. also desis unite LET'S GO

[1358456]

Review Response, July 14-27

I didn’t do one last week because... ... well, just because.

DE #031

1) I'm so happy you write sun and moon story's and I can never find any these too don't get enough love by the fandom

And I’d like to write more, if enough people gave a damn about those two.

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And now, this is what DE looks like. Nothing really has changed. The only Sun & Moon chapter still remains as the absolute minimum.

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Destiny #001

1) Just finished this and took a look at your other are the best pokemon adventures writer i have ever seen.

Thank you very much.

2) Wow one of the best stories i have read on this site

Thank you very much too.

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Destiny #014

1) Omg that cliffhanger at the end. Hmmm Green has a lot coming for him right now hm. I mean he kinda deserves it ngl, after all he did to Blue. Some friend he was, didn't even talk to her. Blue really has no reason to call him his friend. And I found Crystal's behaviour rather odd. Surely she should have realized how she treated Blue when Bleu told her no? True, Crystal didn't do anything outright to harm Blue, but still. Crystal should have been mature enough to realizer her mistake, but then I don't blame her for not as she was under a stressful situation. And being in a stressful situation makes you lose some of yourself. Speaking of stressful situations, the whole battle strategy that Platinum came up with was really good. There were some flaws, like how she thought that Peter would just allow them to back-off and heal, when he could very well just send out more pokemon and interrupt that process. But using the dexholder's powers to their advantage was very nice indeed. It helps make them perform at their best and in turn help churn out the best possible outcome.

Not that that happened of course, she didn't anticipate Blue (which who could've) but one things she should have anticipated was a battle where anything could go wrong. Again, not that you could blame her. Stressful situation, not much time... It all adds up. But kudos to her for coming up with a plan that did (at first) work better than the last. At this point it all seems like trial and error. Which again you can't rely on, because at any point it could turn into the "final battle" and then you wouldn't have a chance to correct your mistake. But then that's all they have to go on now. That and type advantages will work, you touched on that this chapter (which I thought was really nice 'cause I had been thinking about it!).

I also very much liked how you wrapped up any loose ends. Like how Peter was healing his pokemon. I hadn't even thought of that. He could spend money at the poke mart and buy a bunch of potions and whatnot but that would cost soooo much money. And that's not really the effective way to go out as there is free healing lmao. But Green also should have thought not only to close the poke centers (which is an iffy idea because what about all the other people that need to heal their pokemon, but necessary because what else can ya do) but also the poke marts because this dude somehow got all this shiny pokemon. He has his connections and resources, he might have the money to buy the potions and whatnot for his pokemon. But that's only my humble opinion as closing the poke centers itself will be very problematic.

On another topic, I was thinking about something somebody said in a previous chapter (I think it was Peter) about legendary pokemon. And how he needed them to defeat the dexholders. Which I believe was also a reason he chose Blue as an ally (I say ally hesitantly because he forced her into it) because she had previously caught three legendary pokemon. And I do think it would be a great help to the dexholders if they got some legendary pokemon as well to fight Peter. That would certainly help no? Simply training their own pokemon I don't think will be enough against this guy. But that was just a thought.

Now I had something else to say but it has slipped my mind. Ah yes, it was something quick on how Sapphire was overcoming her fear over Salamance and I just thought that her asking Crystal about her Salamence was a great idea. I mean it was inevitable, Sapphire overcoming her fear that is, but I didn't even think about Crystal and her insane poked entries lmao.

Anyways that's all for now, I would write more but I wanna read the next chapter. Thank you.

This is pretty much the only reason why I’m making this post now instead of next week or whenever I’m doing better.

I don’t think Crystal was being particularly odd in this chapter. I mean, she had no way of knowing how Blue would react. All Crystal knew was that Blue and Green were in a fight that he forgot about, and thus ended up inadvertently neglecting her. So at this point, all Crystal would assume was that Blue had just got up and left, just wandering around the world on her own. Not show up during a struggle against an overwhelming opponent, and certainly not attacking her former friends.

Platinum’s strategy is a very good one, but this battle happened before the Dex Holders were properly prepared, and before she even saw all of the opponent’s Pokemon. In short, she didn’t know all about her opponent, and she was not fully familiar with everyone on her side. So... a loss.

Closing Pokemon Centers might be problematic, but... martial law? Hm. Also, there are other ways of healing without using items or Pokemon Centers, such as Softboiled (which is usable in the field). And since the Mega Hunter was based on a real life person and I know he has at least 3 Pokemon with Softboiled...

Blue’s importance to the Mega Hunter isn’t really for the Legendary Pokemon, but... you’ll see. And while Legendaries may be useful for the Dex Holders... Destiny does use a mix of game mechanics. Some Legendaries will not be able to do sh*t.

Since Destiny is WAY before Dex Holder team overhauls, no one has a Salamence, So the only reasonable solution was to ask Crystal, who has canonically completed the Pokedex, at least to first 3 Generations. ... Makes you wonder why Crystal is still using the sh*tsack team in Destiny...

I look forward to seeing more reviews.

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Destiny #017

1) I made it this far into the story, however I find it to be very cringy...dropping it here

To each their own.

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And now Destiny looks like this.

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Legacy #007

1) TBH This story (no actually ALL your stories) deserve more attention. I really love the way you manage to bring out the character's actual personalities instead of using some random-ass character traits as I see in most fanfiction. Can't wait for the next part!

Thank you. And... well, I probably will be updating Legacy “soon”.

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Still a downhill trend, but ignoring the outlier... it’s not too bad, I guess.

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Heart #004

1) Filler chapters are good. I'm a sucker for it so yeah sjdjndn it's good TwT

Fillers are often necessary. Especially if it’s not in a discontinued time from the plot.

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And Heart now looks like this.

[inazuma11memes]

~Tag game~

I was tagged @karindalayson and @magicqueen13-stuff ! <3 Two of my wonderful friends, sweet as always. Thank you!! <3

Nickname: Tefy on the internet, Eszti in real life (Plus “Ez” and “Baby Tefy” by my best friends)

Height: 169 cm

Time: 06:43 PM

Favourite song/band: Imagine Dragons

Song stuck in my head: Do I wanna know? - Arctic Monkeys

Last movie I watched: Bohemian Rhapsody

Last thing I googled: Crash Bandicoot Wrath of Cortex GOD Xbox360

Other blogs: @inazuma11memes-personal (Aesthetic and personal blog <3)

Do I get asks? Yes but not that much! 

Why did I choose this URL? By the content genre I desired to bring in the fandom more

Following: 418 in number

Dream trips: Definitely America, Japan, Italy and Spain are the countries I want to travel at any costs.

Favourite food: Cordon Bleu

Intruments: I bad with music XDD

Hair colour: Brown

Languages: Hungarian and English

Most iconic songs: Demons - Imagine Dragons | Demons - Starset

Random fact: I am addicted to eat ice cubes during summer by itself, but it happens a lot of times in other seasons as well.

Zodiac: Cancer!

Nationality: 100% and proud Hungarian

Favourite fruit: Orangeeeee

Season: Spring

Scent: Gasoline, male perfume (XDDD)

Colour: In clothing pastels and black. In general, purple and blue at all shades <3

Animal: Dogs, cats, WOLVES omg and hedgehogs

Coffee, Tea or Hot Cocoa? I think this question is too obvious. (OF COURSE IT’S COFFEEEEE)

Average hours of sleep? During holidays 9-10, during school 6 :(

Favourite fictional characters: Kidou Yuuto, Gouenji Shuuya, Haizaki Ryouhei, Sly Cooper, Carmelita Fox, Lara Croft

Year in which this blog was created? 2018! 

Favourite subject: PE and English (also Art if I would have that :c)

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw (I guess)

Favourite artists: @ladowska (the best TWT) Draw with Jazza and too many others :c 

I tag: @sinfonylanglader @shawn-and-aiden-frost-9 @miss-shiota @calmystorm-saltycandy @producktions  and that’s all I have in mind now :@

[rudolphsboyfriend]

for the ask game:

????

lmao jK AHA here

bleu, WOT (times 2), mess (affectionate pewpew)

AWWW THANKS i am glad u like my vibes 🥰🥰🥰 omg 2 times????? 😳😳😳😳 also truetrue i AM in too many fandoms. Ur in alot of the same fandoms tho so 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

[bleuflowerfields]

9, 23, and 25 with ranpo 👀?/nf

9. could you be roommates with this character?

i'd like to think that i could be roommates with him! he might get a little annoying but i guess he's alright.

23. favorite picture of this character?

the one in my pfp right now, honestly. or him in the panel where chuuya got sucked into the book during cannibalism.

25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

one of my friends who got into bsd before me was a massive fan of ranpo, so i definitely had my hopes up. i was kind of like "ooo i like this guy he sounds smart" at first, but eventually by the beginning of kamui arc he was my favorite character.

[bleuflowerfields]

BUNGOU BABY

aight bet! thanks for the ask apollo <3

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favorite man: ranpo. next question.

favorite female: probably kyouka. really felt for her character/got attached really quickly.

favorite pairing: shin soukoku!

least favorite character: fukichi. man, he's just annoying. i don't like him very much.

who's most like me: probably sigma or ranpo. i can't choose here.

most attractive: i know most people would say chuuya, and as much as i do agree, i probably have to go with poe here.

three more characters that I like: sigma, chuuya, and nikolai :)

[bleuflowerfields]

1, 7, 25 [DRDT]

mannnn this is so hard bc the fandom mischaracterizes a lot of characters. imo the characters that people misconstrue the most are probably teruko (looking at some of you david fans), hu, and ace.

7. nico for sure. i've had enough of seeing nico defenders drop the worst opinions known to man. (some of y'all are cool though). honorable mentions go to xander and david as well.

25. literally anything about the david breakdown, honestly. people complained about it like crazy, though they were usually drowned out by people who LOVED the breakdown. like, stop judging his entire character over a 15 minute segment of the man going batshit?? we haven't seen this through yet.

[bleuflowerfields]

9, 17, 18? (drdt)

9. probably the j/arturo situation, since it's brought up in the first ep of ch2 and basically never mentioned again until the trial. ace's attempted murder is starting to get on my nerves.

17. can't say anything for fanart, but honestly I want to see fics which theorize about their life in Hope's Peak before the killing game. we don't have a lot of info on that yet, but honestly I would love a silly slice of life fic or smth on the angstier side for that, honestly.

18. arturo's character. I get why people don't like him, but it's not like he DOESN'T have nuance like some of you say, or that being a creep is his entire personality and role within canon. y'all sleeping on him!!