#chapter one of the sequel

[possiblylando]

[bull-shit-suji]

actually no i need to talk about the green witch arc. ciel and his band of merry fools go to germany and learn that this forest is haunted by WEREWOLVES and in it is a village full of WITCHES with cursed amulets and potions and whatever

and the immediate vibe is "lol what a bunch of bogus" which is really just batshit coming from the kid with a demon butler

and then woah big reveal! it wasn't werewolves or witches it was a covert military operation REPLETE with radar tracking (not a thing until wwii) and electronic displays (most likely crt screens, which again weren't fully developed until the 1930s) and TANKS. for reference the first "tank" was put together by a guy in 1899 who mounted a machine gun to THIS

absolute paragon of engineering. the panzer (the exact model of tank in the arc) was not a thing until wwi.

and. and ciel and ESPECIALLY the Demon Butler in question are like. ohhhh yeah that makes more sense. the amulets were just transmitting our exact locations through technology that won't exist for another three decades. whew glad we sorted that one out. man wouldn't it have been CRAZY if it really was werewolves.

[biblically-accurate-star]

A bad sequel changes your view of what came before it in irreparable ways.

A good sequel doesn’t alter your view of the original work at all.

A great sequel changes your view of what came before it in ways you’re overjoyed to have experienced.

DELTARUNE is a great sequel so far. Splendid job, Toby.

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[shanklin]

Five years ago, you write a fic and you never post it. You’re stuck. You hate it. Ford is too mean, you keep repeating yourself and nothing makes sense anymore, especially your English.

You decide to take a break from editing. Maybe you’re just too hard on yourself. It’s fine.

You’re a liar.

To escape your fic you change fandoms. You tell yourself  “If I ever obsess over Gravity Falls again, future me will deal with it.”

You pretend you’re not haunted by this fic sitting in your documents every time you hear the song that inspired it all.

Years pass, you make a mistake. Gravity Falls is trending and you open the tag to figure out what’s going on. It’s over. There he is. The sad, gross old man you love so much. Uh oh.

Your past self is laughing at you.

You don't want to post the fic but you have to. It’s the longest thing you’ve ever written.

You make it your New Year's resolution. It's hard, but you decide to push through. You turn on the song you avoided along with your fic and start reading.

For some reason the only part that's remotely coherent is the one single paragraph near the end that establishes the Mystery Shack as sentient. You stare out of the window for a long time.

Does it have anything to do with the actual plot of the story? Hell no. 

But was it extremely important that everyone knows it’s sentient and loves Stan? I GUESS?!

You throw your hands up in the air and give up. Fuck it. We ball.

Chapter 1

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday📝

Tagged by @tizniz 🩵

Okay so I owe you all some more info about my secret buddie wip … are y’all ready???

This wip is actually a sequel …

To Rival Firefighters 🚒 !!!!!

Whhhhaaat?!?!!! Crazy right?

Someone of you might be like ughhh why are you writing a sequel? But I hope most of you are just as excited as I am.

I didn’t have any plans to revisit the rivals world so soon (or at all, but I hadn’t ruled it out), but James asked me if I’d ever revisit it, particularly the shooting. Some ideas were thrown around and then like a week later I had words in a new doc and things have just gone from there.

So everyone who is a fan of the Rivals universe, say thank you to James 😘❤️

Without further ado, here’s a little something from Eddie’s POV.

Prev snippet here

Buck definitely breaks a few traffic laws to get to the hospital as fast as he does, and when he stops in his tracks in the doorway to Eddie’s room, Eddie feels like he can breathe properly for the first time since he woke up.

Buck’s got dark circles under his eyes and he’s carrying a tiredness that isn’t from a lack of sleep. He looks like shit, but he is still the most beautiful thing Eddie has ever seen.

“Hey, Buck”

Buck lets out a relieved laugh that quickly turns into a sob, rushing forward to envelope Eddie in a hug that both heals and fractures his heart.

He closes his eyes and wraps his good arm around Buck, ignoring the throb of pain in his injured shoulder. He’ll put up with a little bit of pain if it means holding Buck in his arms like this.

Buck is shaking, his tears soaking into Eddie’s hospital gown as he repeats Eddie’s name over and over again like a prayer.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Eddie murmurs. He kisses Buck’s hair, breathing in the scent of him. Here. Alive. “I’m okay.”

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[morelikeravenbore]

but I'm also responsible for their happiness so 😌

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digimon Adventure Reboot Sequel AU - Chapter 1: Meant To Be

Summary: Taichi receives an "emergency message" from Mimi, asking him to head to Tachikawa Technologies immediately. Musing over whether she is trying to lure him to work for the company after school like Jyou and Koushirou, Taichi and Agumon have a little chat. Talking about "potential" - and about whether or not Agumon may have met someone like Taichi before...

Chapter list: [Prologue] [0] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Resources: [Concept] [Designs] [First Idea] [Playlist] [Ao3]

Word Count: 1551

"'... You better be there on time, it's urgent, that's an order.' Oh, Queen Mimi-chan is on a roll again today", Taichi grinned at Agumon after having read her message out loud. They had just returned from football practice and just as Taichi had finished showering, his phone had rung like crazy.

For whatever reason, she had 'ordered' him to meet up with her and Jyou at Tachikawa Technologies. "You think she wants to convince me to work for her grandpa after school too? I guess jumping through digital gates does have its perks for a tech company, but... She already has Jyou-senpai and Koushirou for the complicated bits. Not sure where I would fit in there."

Listening to him patiently, Agumon tilted his head. While not having any clue about human "professions" like "management" or "programming", the Digimon, just like everybody else, was well aware that Mimi could be scarily unpredictable with her ideas. "Maybe she wants you as a waiter or something like that? Would not be the first time."

"Oof", Taichi huffed dramatically, pretending to be hurt. Back in the Digital World, he had played the 'servant' role for Mimi more than once - partly as a joke, partly because Mimi always shouted out what came to her mind and Taichi simply couldn't help but play along. It had always been endearing to him. And he was used to playing guinea pig for Koushirou’s gate-hopping experiments anyway. "That'd... Yeah, she would. And I'm sure catering could be a fun job for a while, but... I still hope I'd have potential for more than that."

"Potential...? What do you mean?", Agumon asked - and Taichi paused for a moment. Sitting up on his bed in his room, hair still semi-wet from the shower, his mind felt a little tired and thus, answering this was not an easy feat. What exactly did that mean after all? 

"Like... You know, humans have abilities, skills…” Taichi pulled a grimace, unsure of how to explain this to his partner in simple terms. “And traits, like you Digimon do. You have claws you can rip things apart with, right? And when you evolve, these claws only get stronger! And... I don't know yet what I'll be like when I ‘evolve’ one day… I guess that’s the best way to compare it?"

Taichi had no idea if any of that made sense - he had never thought about his "potential" before. At least not in this context. Job orientation meet-ups at school would come up soon enough and he didn’t exactly feel ready for those, but he also wasn’t majorly concerned about them yet. Unlike Koushirou and Jyou, he didn’t feel up to making a decision too early on. Or Sora, who hadn’t been at football practice today, so he wondered if she had been taken “hostage” to help out at her mother’s flower school again…

Once again, a memory of the man that had died in his dreams popped into his head... In a previous dream, he was pretty sure he had talked about his future plans with him. Languages, going abroad, dreaming big. But it was all blurry and fuzzy...

"Taichi...?"

"Huh?"

Agumon’s voice had ripped him out of his thoughts. And the way the small yellow dinosaur looked at him, questioning, concerned… Confused him even more.

"You were... Very far away just now”, his partner explained, one claw reaching for his arm to pat it gently. “Did you have a funny dream again?”

Of course Agumon must have noticed. As innocent and naive as he could be, it was simply impossible for him to not have taken note of all the times Taichi had woken up with suppressed screams. It hadn’t happened as often while he was awake, but the signs must have been at least similar.

"I'm... I'm fine”, Taichi replied, quickly rubbing his palms against his pants to get rid of the sweat.

"Are you sure?”

"Y-yeah.” Forcing a smile, he patted Agumon’s head in return. Such a familiar feeling - both the rough surface of his skin as well as the fact that he was always looking out for him. Always had been by his side, ever since they had met. Sure, it hadn’t been easy to navigate through daily life with a Digimon by his side - hiding him from his parents, at school, during football practice, making sure to enter the net, fighting against Digimon that slipped through the cracks into the real world without making a fuss… But it had always been normal to him.

Always normal…

“Agumon?" 

"Yeah?"

Realizing how dry his throat was, how hoarse - almost robotic - his voice had sounded, Taichi had to cough. His heart had begun to pound again…

"You once said that... You felt like you had met me before."

"Mhmh! It's as if... Whenever I see you, I feel like we were always meant to be together, no matter what."

"Always, mh?”

Something about this bothered him all of a sudden.

He had never questioned his bond to Agumon before. Never once in the past six years had it occurred to him how... Odd it had been to have jumped into the net without reservations to meet a pink blob and watch it evolve into a big dinosaur in such a short amount of time.

All the adventures they had experienced together; all the times they had jumped into action, into life-threatening situations, to protect their friends, the world, each other. Always knowing that, as long as Agumon was by his side, he would be safe. As natural as breathing air, as normal as water being wet. 

No fear had existed in his 11-year-old self back then.

Now, at the age of 17, the shadows of his dreams lingered at the back of his head. The vision of himself backing off in surprise at seeing said pink blob sit on his chest. The terror of facing giant stag beetles, a shellfish, snowmen… Or a literal devil. A glimpse of a scared kid standing in front of an electrical fence, struck by sheer dread. A sense of cowardice, mingled with innocent recklessness, he had to overcome - one which he hadn't experienced in the same way himself.

Himself…

“Do you think there is…” Taichi’s throat felt blocked, even dryer than before. “There ever was... Someone else like me?"

"Huh?"

"I know it's stupid, but... Did you know someone like me before you met me?"

"Someone like you?"

It really did sound stupid, Taichi mused internally, ruffling his hair in frustration. He didn’t even know how to put it into words. How was he supposed to convey that the ongoing dreams had led him to the idea that they were… A mirror to a previous life? That the reason why he was always so confident in succeeding with Agumon by his side was that his former self had met him already? 

It was complete and utter nonsense, no matter how he’d put it…

"... Like... Someone who looks like me? Who also kinda, sorta is like me… But somehow isn’t?"

Just like before, Agumon tilted his head. With his green eyes open, wide and genuine, he seemed to contemplate his response, leaning in a little closer as if to sniff his partner…

"You are you, Taichi”, he eventually said, not a shred of doubt in his voice - which made Taichi even more unsure about what he had blabbered before.

"I... I guess? But what if there was another me?"

"I don't understand what that means, but... You are the Taichi that I know - and the Taichi that I love.”

It was such an easy answer - and while it did seem honest, causing a glimpse of guilt in Taichi’s gut… He still wasn’t convinced. There was no way Agumon would ever lie to him, he was certain. Thus, there was no doubt that he could at least trust in Agumon to not know any better - or rather, not any more than he did. 

“If there was another Taichi, then... Do you think there would be another Agumon too?"

Hearing that, Taichi’s smile softened - and for the first time today, it didn’t feel fake. They had never gotten answers as to why they were chosen, why they were partnered, why their Crests had existed before. And maybe he was just overthinking it all. Maybe it was just a lot more simple, maybe he was just tired and the dreams were a way for him to process it all. Maybe it was just meant to be.

"Yeah, because I wouldn't be complete without you!"

Obviously caught off guard by that sudden mood change as Taichi jumped up from his bed enthusiastically, Agumon just blinked at Taichi - who was aware that he must have startled his partner with his gloominess before. 

"You're silly, Taichi. No matter what happens... I will always protect you."

‘And I will protect you too’, Taichi thought, promising himself not to worry him, just like he wouldn’t worry anyone else either. 

"I know that”, he said instead, jumping up. “Thanks, buddy. I love you too, by the way. And sorry for being weird... Let's get ready, so we can head over to Mimi-chan. Or, you know, there'll be actual heads rolling for sure.”

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

I'm in- I love-

[ackari]

now theres. another. two whole knights

[datapilled]

I think the reason Command Mission's ending is so bittersweet, and the ending song is so melancholic, is because X couldn't save Epsilon and his cadres, along with all the other reploids that die during the story. As the story went on and it became clear that Epsilon wasn't truely maverick, especially after the first Scarface fight, X probably felt guilty but still accepted taking down Epsilon as the right thing as their actions could've triggered hundreds if not thousands or more reploids to go maverick...

And then it turns out it was a set up all along. The friend he made and lost had only been using him and his strength to get the Supra-force metal and then went entirely maverick. Despite how angry he is in game, X was probably torn up inside by Redips' reveal even when finally killing him. Then, right after Ferham showed that she wanted to do good and help, she jumps off the platform with the rest of the metal so she can die with it. He runs up to try and grab her but it's too late. She caused them so much hassle and yet he still tried to save her once he realised what she was doing.

Even if it is a different timeline, so it's not that exact same X - he probably does want a world where people don't have to die in war. He doesn't want to kill people that can still atone for their crimes. Sure, he made many allies during the game but that doesn't take away from the fact that he couldn't save all of them. And that guilt is represented with the credits song having such a melancholic mood to it.

[monaetheworldsdestroyer]

since i'm always writing 2137 things at the same time here's a short one-shot soulmate au of our favorite gays

shout out to @mapofyourstars who wrote the fic that inspired me to write this <3

[shanklin]

Is the song you knows begun going to update again? I really love it and I’m excited to see where it goes

You know how in the fic Ford has to make everything about himself?

The bastard did it again! 😡

I also talked about it in my little rant post here, but basically I realised the fic desperately needs a little Ford intermission and now I'm trying to write something entirely new for it. 

This way I can set some stuff up for the sequel AND give poor Ford some well needed character motivation.

My goal is to make everyone in my comments, who wants Ford to suffer for his actions as well as the very few Ford defenders, mad at me. 😌🩷

So yes! I'm still working on it and it will be updated soon-ish. Stupid Ford just wants to steal the show.

So far he's failed to count to 10, lied to Stan about very important feelings and sent him away to be alone with the one true love of his life!

Thank you for the ask! 

It feels surreal that there are people actively waiting for the next chapter. Great motivation though! 🥰

[lucithornz]

Okay, the next thing I publish for sure will be a sequel, or a chapter. Nothing new. Not letting myself do anything new until I lock in and finish this.

[hirazuki]

By the way, Hi

I've been. Reading your 'For Now' fic. And though a LOT of things go over my head since I haven't delved into Naruto (boo), I adore your writing.

Essay comment to follow

Hiiiiiiiii!!!

............. ASDLFJLSDFJLSDJAF>SJ????!!!?!

^ real live footage of me rn.

OMFG you are too sweet, thank you so much! I can't believe you're reading my little AU what-if of one of the most side-characters to ever side-character (at least, as per the majority of the Naruto fandom lol). And for such an... hm, let's say 'eclectic' pairing, too (i.e., not to everyone's tastes XD). It's probably the most niche thing I've ever written and you're not even in the fandom and you're reading it?????

I'm just sitting here blubbering, just so you know 😭