okay wait tell me about fan?? fiction?? fuck?? because I’m so amused by all these questions marks I love it
-Lexi Sun ☀️
lol I was hoping someone would ask me about that one. Believe it or not, that is actually the DAMN crew DnD fic I’m actively working on rn.
I started listening and really falling in love with Redacted a little over a year ago, and within a few months of being hooked I had the idea to write this fic. At that point I was writing a lot of original stuff just for myself and some friends, but had not written fanfiction in earnest since around 2015. (it was Newsies fanfic. A peek into my fandom past lol)
So with a bit of prodding and encouragement from friends, I decided to actually start writing it despite being terrified. So “Fan?? Fiction?? Fuck??” is just a reflection of my state of mind at the time of making the document.
It sat unfinished for a LONG time, but I’m starting to work on it again! It’s still pretty rough, too rough for a real snippet, I will give a few of my thoughts about them playing DnD that will be included ~
- Freelancer is the table’s agent of chaos. The type of player that does dumb shit for the sake of “being in character”
- Lasko is DMing for the first time, and is OVERprepared out of anxiety (Same, relatable content)
- Gavin is playing a bard
- Huxley gets shockingly into the rp aspect as long as he can play off someone else at the table
- Damien is going to win D&D. He doesn’t care that that isn’t possible. He’s going to win.
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ashton is trending on twitter partly bc of 5sos and partly bc of the crit role character and im feeling a little insane about it
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Day 7
Free-day (Out of order and late) Alenoah as Sherlock/Moriarty.
I like it when two characters play mind games and scheming against or with each other.
I didn`t plan to create an AU, but – my rant and bits of literature/character analysis (The Vision). Also, draw concept sketch.
Noah (Detective Sherlock Holmes). I mean, they're both geniuses, introverts who don't care about social opinion and some versions depicted him as being good with dogs. In Victorian England, I totally see Noah opening a detective agency, because you either go working on a plant or you might use your geniuses’ intelligence to solve crimes, like game puzzles, and make monies to pay bills and buy new books because in 1800 many books were expensive and produced in small quantities.
Plus! I might look at this too far, but I think the Sherlock and Watson analogy was implemented in London episode when they strip team Chris just to Noah and Owen for investigation.
Owen (Dr. Watson). Basically in the original books, Watson plays the role of the guy, your typical visual novel MC, well narrator, who has character, but his whole purpose is just to be a witness to detectives doing, asking questions for the audience. This leads to usually representing Watson as either annoyed with Sherlock's antics or (usually in kids' media) naïve but with good intentions because of this simplification, to show his kindhearted nature in cartoons and caricatures he is portrayed as chubby, which is what we need! But all of them did service in the Anglo-Afghan War, even Disney version mentioned it. (Also if you want to do Nowen version of Jhonlock I don`t mind, sure go for it)
Alejandro (professor Moriarty). Do I really need to explain? Both archvillains in their stories. Professor, respected in society for his talent and achievements, wealthy, but behind all of that façade he`s "Napoleon of crime". He doesn’t usually do crimes himself but rather, schemes, orchestrates the events, or provides the plans that will lead to a successful crime, like paying money to a court so that someone can be released from prison.
Heather (Irene Adler). OK, in the original books (all books written not by Arthur Conan Doyle are basically fanfics) her character and Sherlock don`t date (But if you like, it`s fine). She was more like “I know what you are” towards him. I want to base it more on Warner Bros Sherlock where Irene works with Moriarty, but they also try to get rid of each other. She is also famous for blackmailing royals, If it isn`t most Heather thing I don`t know what is.
Eva (Mrs. Hudson). The landlady. I think it would be funny, she yelling at them to pay their bills in time.
See you next week
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where the lost things go
jegulus microfic | 462 words | parenting au
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“Piglet?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Eeyore?”
“It has to be Tigger, James.”
Harry has been wailing in Regulus' arms for about an hour now—almost the exact length of time since he dropped his most beloved teddy. James and Regulus had looked everywhere for it, turning every inch of their house inside out, and had come up empty. It’s as if Harry’s Tigger had never existed in the first place.
“They don’t have Tigger, baby,” James says through the phone, barely audible over Harry’s cries. Regulus does his best to calm the baby down, but all of his efforts have proven futile. “I could try another store?”
“No, it’s—just come home, Jamie. We’ll figure something else out.” Exhausted, Regulus hangs up the call and turns his attention back to their son. He hates seeing Harry like this, red-faced and teary-eyed, not knowing how to fix it. He wouldn’t trade this life for the world, but it would be lovely if there was some kind of instruction manual.
Nothing he has tried so far has worked. Harry has no interest in eating or taking a nap or playing with another toy. He barely seems to react to Regulus’ voice. At this point, it feels like a miracle that Regulus hasn’t started crying along with him.
He has one idea left in his desperate attempt to soothe Harry. Settled on the couch with Harry curled against his chest, Regulus begins to sing. It is the same soft lullaby his brother sang to comfort him when they were kids, though Regulus would argue that Sirius is not known for having a particularly calming voice.
It takes him until halfway through the song’s second verse before Harry finally calms down. There are no more wails echoing off the walls, just the faint melody of the lullaby falling from Regulus’ lips. By the time the song ends, Harry’s eyes have fallen shut, and his cries have been replaced with soft snores.
“You’re a miracle worker,” James’ whispered voice muses from the doorway. Regulus turns his attention from their sleeping son to find his husband leaning against the door frame, Harry’s Tigger held tight in his hand.
“You found it?” Regulus asks, careful not to raise his voice any louder than absolutely necessary.
James chuckles, stepping farther into the living room to sit down next to Regulus. “It was at the front door, inside one of your welly boots.”
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so drained, Regulus would have to bite back a laugh. Instead, he drops his head onto James’ shoulder with an amused huff, and takes Tigger from his hands to lay it on top of the sleeping baby. “Next time, you can stay home while he screams. I think I’ve earned a day off.”
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Guess who’s back and has yet another drawing of an au Eclipse
This is Moffboi
He’s a version of the original Eclipse that got queso-ed into the woods but instead of being broken and messed up he’s now a lil moth guy
I based his design off of the Isabella Tiger Moth!
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