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selencgraphy · 3 months ago

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— 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐒 - one

PAIRING: frank castle x original character (matteo luna)

TAGS: show-level violence, cursing, angst, slight canon divergence, oc is transmasc nonbinary (they/them pronouns with use of masc terms)

A/N: welcome back to the retribution series! unfinished business has been renamed inabsolutus. the story is the same but the bigger picture is being taken in a different direction alas the rewrite. i started this series almost four years ago, and i'm coming back to give it the care i initially intended to give it back then. i hope you enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 3404

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“Come on, Uncle Teo,” the little girl whined, her shoulders sagging as she put on her best puppy-dog eyes. “You promised you’d ride the carousel with me.”

The mischievous grin on their face morphed into feigned pity at the girl��s insistence. “Don’t worry, lil’ Lis. I’ll be back in a jiffy, alright? Then we can ride that carousel as many times as you want, okay?”

“Okay…” At Lisa’s begrudging agreement, Matteo placed a kiss on her forehead and ruffled her hair before jogging off. Since having met Frank, Billy, and Curtis during their time in the Marines, they’ve been a part of their tight-knit family unit. Horrible break-ups. Close-calls that had them lying in a hospital bed for days on end. Their transition. Not one of them had left their side through it all. Matteo had been a part of the Castle’s homecoming tradition since it’s creation so navigating the tiny amusement area was almost second nature, the resonance of children yelping with joy being a welcomed sound.

Or was that… screaming? At the shift, Matteo stopped in his tracks. When did those bullet holes get there? Suddenly the scent of copper filled the air, a stench they thought they’d left behind when they’d packed away their uniform all those years ago. Even amongst the sudden desolation did the chimes from the carousel remain. As they walked through the destruction, Matteo’s eyes glossed over where they saw the Castles last, relieved but increasingly anxious that they weren’t there. Then he remembered. The last part of the tradition was always a picnic out on the grass. Running out to the pavement path, the sight nearly knocked the air out of his chest. Across the way in the middle of Sheep Meadow kneeled three people, their height differences giving away who was who. Frank was on the far left, Frank Jr. next to him and Lisa on the other end, their mother between each child. Behind them stood two people—one with a handgun, the other with a shotgun. Matteo’s legs started moving before they could even register what they were doing, their voice already grating with how hard they began to shout. But no matter how hard they ran, the distance between him and the Castles on seemed to grow longer, time practically slowing as the guns were drawn. “Matteo!”

“Matteo, wake up. Matteo!”

Their head shot up, a shout dying in their throat as they regained consciousness. Their breath was heavy as they regained their composure. “You’re safe, Teo. We’re at Nelson and Murdock. It’s just me—Karen.”

Realizing where they were, they quickly swept a hand through their now sweat slicked hair in an attempt to regain their composure. “Sorry, Karen. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on ya,” Matteo apologized.

“We’ve been at this all night, can’t fault you for dozing off.” Matteo just hummed, leaning back in their chair. “Wanna talk about it?”

They shook their head. “Have you found anything while I was slacking off?” Karen eyed Matteo for a second, before ruffling with a stack of papers across the table. Just as she started to explain what she found, Matteo’s phone vibrated. Without missing a beat, they grabbed it, chucked it in their bag, and immediately returned their attention back to Karen. They’ll deal with whoever it was later.

Before long, the sun had come back up. It wasn’t short after that Foggy and Matt came bustling through the front door complaining about how the office was left unlocked, their conversation coming to a halt at the sight of Karen fast asleep and Matteo with a file in their hands. “Please, dear God, tell me you two just got here early and didn’t stay here all night.

“I plead the fifth,” Matteo mumbled, hiding behind the manila folder. As Foggy scolded Matteo, Matt wandered over to Karen and gently woke her up. At the sight of him, she groaned causing Matt to chuckle.

“If it’s any consolation, I think we found something,” Karen tried to reason in her grogginess.

Getting up to grab a cup of coffee as Karen started to explain, Matteo absentmindedly glanced out the window. The sights were run-of-the-mill—people on their way to work, but one of them caught their eye. A man in all black, his hood over his cap. He was staring right up at the office. Frank?

“Teo,” Karen called. “Tell them about ignored complaints by the landlord.”

Taking a second to look back out the window, the place where the man was standing was now empty. “Yeah, um,” they started, reverting their focus back to the matters at hand.

Matteo had visited Frank in the hospital everyday after the incident. Then one day he just disappeared. No one in the hospital could or would tell him anything about his supposed discharge. They’d checked the house, but it still remained as it was the day they left it. Billy and Curtis hadn’t heard anything, leaving the only other place Matteo would possibly find him at being the cemetery, but the probability of that ever happening was small. Matteo had stopped actively looking for Frank a couple weeks ago. To see him again after all this time… “Yo, Teo. You still with us?”

Unconsciously, Matteo hummed before snapping back to reality. “What?”

Matt sighed from his seat at the table. When did he sit down—and when did Karen leave? “I really think you should go home and get some rest, Teo.” Just as their mouth opened to protest, Foggy cut them off.

“Nuh uh, no buts,” he asserted, grabbing Matteo’s bag and jacket. “Karen went willingly, but I’m not above dragging you out of here.” His tone was humorous but firm, his gaze filled with concern.

Defeated, Matteo grabbed their things from his hand. “Fine, but you guys call me if you need help.”

“We won’t,” Foggy promised as he guided Matteo out the door. At the slight scuffling, Matt chuckled in amusement, shaking his head at his best friend’s dramatics. “Do you see what he’s doing to me, Matt?” Matteo exclaimed, trying to garner some support.

“I’m blind, Teo. Not been doing much seeing lately,” Matt joked without missing a beat earning a groan from Matteo has Foggy playfully shoved them out of the office. Checking the time, they sighed. If they hurried back, Matteo could catch him before the meeting started. As they arrived to the apartment complex’s basement, Curtis was just putting out chairs.

“Can’t say the shape you’re making is exactly a circle,” Matteo joked from the doorway, leaning against the frame with their arms crossed, a smug look across their face.

“Geometry’s never been my strong suit, you know that,” he bantered, his words punctuated by the creak of the metal chair in his hands as he placed it down. “Gonna sit in today?”

Matteo shook their head, taking a seat in one of the chairs set out in the middle of the room, Curtis following suit. They took a second to figure out what exactly they’d come to tell the man, their fingers fiddling with their phone. “I saw him today.”

“Billy?”

“Frank.” At the mention of his name, Curtis took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. He remembered the last conversation they had about Frank—it was hard to forget. “I caught him standing outside the office just staring up at me through the window. I know it’s out of my control—that if Frank wanted to be found, I’d find him, but…” Matteo bit their tongue, hesitant to continue their train of thought. After a beat, they continued. “Have you heard anything from him?”

Curtis shook his head. “You know I’d tell if you if I had.”

“Yeah,” Matteo sighed as they ran a hand across their face in exhaustion. “I just need to know he’s okay, Curt.”

“I know, kid. I know,” he whispered, hands clasped in his lap as he contemplated what else there was to say. They’ve had similar conversations to this one since Frank up and disappeared. To a point, there isn’t much else to hash out. “You talk to Bill lately?”

Matteo let out a scoff at the mention of his name again. “He put you up to this?”

“Just curious.”

“He texted me last night. I was at work, so I didn’t see it ’til this morning.” The lack of further elaboration told Curtis all he needed to know about the state of that relationship, and he wasn’t one to pry. Just then, people started to trickle in. “Yo Curt. Oh, hey, Teo. You joining us today?”

“Nah, I pulled an all nighter at work, so I’m gonna hit the hay,” Matteo responded, getting up from their chair and heading for the door. “Thanks for the talk, Curt.”

—

“At least she brought water,” Karen groaned, placing her pool cue against the table. Immediately, the three of them went to stop her.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

“Oh! No, you don’t wanna do that.”

“Yeah, you can’t drink the water here.”

She stared at them in disbelief with how adamant they all were. “Josie’s pipes are…” Matteo started.

“Disgusting,” Foggy finished. At their explanation, Karen giggled and grimaced, almost running away from the pitchers Josie had set down. Since getting to know Matt, Foggy, and Karen, life had been interesting to say the least. Taking down a mobster was definitely not on Matteo’s bucket list, that’s for sure. When they left the Marines, it was hard to find people they could do things with like going out to a bar after work considering the only people they’d want to do it with were halfway across the world doing God knows what. These three… they were good people. Just as Foggy excused himself to the restroom, Matteo’s phone vibrated. Unknown. “I’ll be right back. You guys keep playing without me.”

The start contrast between the clamminess of the bar and nighttime chill slapped them in the face as they walked outside, their cheeks reddening as they picked up. “Hello…?”

“Heya, T.” The voice on the other end was unmistakeable.

“Frankie,” Matteo sighed, the nickname almost getting stuck in their throat.

“I don’t know why I’m calling you, to be honest,” he started. Matteo could practically see the look on Frank’s face as he let out a dry chuckle, trying to figure out what to say. “They seem like good people.” At his comment, Matteo glanced around in hopes of finding him lurking somewhere. “You take care of yourself, T. Love you.”

“Wait-“ Before Matteo could get anything else out, the call dropped. Goddamnit, Frank. What was that supposed to be some sort of goodbye? Just as they were contemplating leaving, the chime on the door behind them rang. Right. Matt. Foggy. Karen. They were waiting inside for them, playing eight ball. If he wanted to be found, I’d find him, Matteo reminded themself.

Through the window, Matteo caught sight of Matt talking to someone at the bar, his face contorting with confusion. Quickly, they made their way back inside.

Grotto was his name, apparently. The lone survivor of the massacre of the Irish Kitchen gang. “He wasn’t lying, they were massacred. Apparently, same thing happened to the Dogs of Hell last week.”

“Shit,” Matteo whispered, moving out the way for the nurses walking through the hallway.

“We’re gonna run some leads—see what else we can find.”

“Alright, be careful out there, Fog. Don’t do anything stupid”

“Yeah, yeah. How’s he doing?”

Matteo glanced back through the crack in the door. “He’s stable. Waiting for him to wake up so nothing much.” Just as Matteo said that, Grotto seemed to come to, Karen trying to explain the situation. “Speaking of the devil, gotta go.”

Now that he was conscious again, Karen and Matteo tried to get more out of him, but his story started to contradict itself. “I thought you said it was an army. Now you’re saying it was just one guy?”

Everything he was saying was eerily reminiscent of someone Matteo knew. It couldn’t be him, could it? Just then, screams rang out in the hallway. Karen had peeked through the door to see what the commotion was about and immediately she turned and yelled, “We need to go. Now.” Quickly ushering Grotto out of the room, Matteo followed closely behind them. The three of you had barely managed to take five steps out of the room before a loud bang rang out. A goddamn shotgun. When they glanced behind them to see the shooter, their heart dropped to the floor. Making it a few flights down the stairwell, it didn’t take them too long to realize he wasn’t following them. As Karen and Grotto ran down, Matteo turned back and started to run up the stairs for the rooftop.

Slamming the door open, Matteo immediately scanned the rooftop, following the sound of punches landing and men grunting. They weren’t sure who they were expecting to be immersed in hand-to-hand combat with Frank, but it definitely wasn’t the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. “Frank!”

At the shout of Frank’s name, the Devil paused, his head tilting towards Matteo like he was confused. Like he knew their voice. Like he knew who they were. Frank took the distraction as an opportunity to pull the handgun he had strapped to his ankle, quickly pointing it at the vigilante, but before he got a shot off, Matteo jumped between them. “He isn’t a part of this and you know it.”

“You have no idea who you’re protecting. I have to do this.”

“Why?”

He grunted in anger. “The Dogs. The Irish. The Cartel.” As he listed the New York gangs, Matteo was quick to piece it all together. Matteo’s face scrunched in realization. “They need to pay, T.”

“Why- why didn’t you come to me?”

“It’s my fight. I don’t need you getting hurt.”

“Bullshit, Castle. They were my family too.” His eyes tried to plead with them. Please stay out of it. But just as stubborn as he was, Matteo was ten times worse. Matteo stood their ground, refusing to give him a free shot at the vigilante behind them. All of a sudden, Frank shifted his aim and fired. Crack.

Matteo turned swiftly to catch the vigilante before he hit the ground, gently laying him out. When they turned back, Frank was already gone. “Fuck,” they cried. First thing Curtis taught them about gunshot wounds: figure out how bad the damage was. The crack across the top of his helmet was deep, but the bullet didn’t penetrate—still, blood seeped down the side of his face. “I know you wear a mask for a reason, but I gotta take it off to help you,” Matteo reasoned out loud as they went to remove the red helmet. “I’m sorry.”

Careful not to cause more damage, Matteo removed the mask slowly. In the low light, it was hard to see as it is but they were still able to see who it was. “Fuck, Matt?”

“Shit, Matt I know you’re blind but how the fuck do you manage to get bruised up this bad?”

Foggy chuckled. “He’s blind as a bat and the clumsiest person on the face of the Earth.”

The three of them chuckled. “Why don’t you go pray and thank God for making you the worst combination possible next Sunday, yeah Matt?”

Things were clicking into place in their head. All the bruises and cuts he would have on his face out of nowhere. The days he limped into the office. Matt wasn’t falling or bumping into things. Matteo contemplated what to do. If they took him down into the hospital below, his identity would be revealed not only to them, but everyone else. They only had a little bit of training in first-aid out in the field. Curtis taught them a few things just in case he wasn’t there to patch them or any of the other guys up. Matteo quickly did your best to patch up Matt enough to get him off the rooftop and back to his apartment. As they carefully laid him back on the couch, he started to gain some consciousness. “Claire,” he slurred out, “Call Claire.”

“Shh, it’s me Matt. It’s Matteo.””

“Call… Claire…”

They scrambled to find Matt’s phone and searched his contacts list for Claire. As it dialed, they did their best to lessen the bleeding from his head. “Matt? Hello?”

“Hey, you’re Claire right?”

“Yeah, who is this?”

“It’s Matteo, um Matt told me to call you. He’s beat up pretty bad. I did my best to stop the bleeding, but he insisted I call you.”

“Shit,” she cursed on the other end, “I’ll be there in a bit.”

Not long after, Claire and Foggy ran into the apartment. They quickly moved out of Claire’s way so she could get to work on patching Matt up correctly. Turning to Foggy, they questioned him. “Did you know?”

“Teo, he-”

“Did you know?”

He lowered his head and nodded. “Fuck, Foggy. You knew he was Daredevil, and you didn’t think that’d be important for me to know? I know we haven’t been friends for very long but I would’ve assumed to be trusted enough to know something like this?”

“The secret wasn’t mine to tell, okay?!”

“Does Karen know?”

He shook his head and they scoffed. “Do you two mind keeping it down,” Claire yelled quietly, “We can hash it all out when he’s awake.” As angry as they were, it really wasn’t Foggy’s fault,. How the fuck did they end up in the middle of it all. Matt, The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, and Frank. Grabbing one of the beers in Matt’s fridge, they took a seat at the counter.

“I had a similar reaction when I found out,” Foggy commented as he took a seat next to them. “It was after Elena Cardenas passed away. You went home early. Me and Karen stayed to drink some more. I came to check up on Matt and heard a sound in his apartment, so I used my key and when I came in, the place was trashed. I found the Man in the Mask lying on the floor and I thought the bastard did something to Matt, but when I was about to call 911, I lifted the maske and-“

“The Man in the Mask was Matt.”

“Yeah,” he hummed. “Even begged me to call Claire too.”

“Good to know he has a routine in how his friends find out about this.”

Claire was quick to finish patching him up, leaving the two of them to watch over him so she could go back to work. Eventually, they knocked out on the counter. When they woke back up, Foggy was gone, having left a note next to them. Headed to the office. Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.

With Matt still fast asleep on the couch, Matteo took the opportunity to make something to eat. As they cooked, Matt stirred, a pained grunt following his movement. Not long after he called out. “Teo?”

“Matt.”

“Shit.”

“You know for a blind man, you’re pretty light on your feet. It also takes a mean punch to send Frank to the ground like that.” Finishing up, they came to sit across from him as he tried to sit up.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” Matt started.

Matteo scoffed. “Tough.”

“I understand if you wanna quit and leave-“

“Woah, woah, woah. Who said anything about leaving?” His face scrunched, the emotions mixing too much to be able to tell specifically what he was feeling. “If this is about me getting hurt or some bullshit, I’m gonna stop you right there. You forget I used to be a Marine. Frank and I were the best of the best, and look at you right now.”

The mention of Frank sent a chilled silence through the room. The elephant in the room. “I’ve known Frank since I joined up. He became family—he is famliy. That was the first time I’d seen him in a couple months.”

“Did you know?”

“What?”

“When Grotto came to us. You were the one who convinced us to help him—did you know Frank was involved?”

“God no, Matt.”

He sat there for a second. “You’re telling the truth.”

“Of course I am. Why would I lie to you?”

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gatheredfates · 5 months ago

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Not a question as much as this is just appreciation!

I don't have the energy to chime in to the extent that I want, but I love what you said because one thing that drove me out of FFXIV RP spaces was -

Not a single person who ever asked if I had mare/synch shell asked because they wanted to see me. It was always about them and their demand that I perceive them. I'm using the word demand because my polite "no" was always met with some level of frustration.

That was a giant red flag to me because I do use some mods to tweak my OCs to how I like them but I've never felt inclined to share or synch. That's my personal decision but it wasn't being respected at all.

I think that behavior drives a lot of RP off platform and onto places like discord where you can't physically be expected to run mods and add-ons, but that sort of fragments the community and makes it more difficult to find others.

I really found your post inspiring and I hope it inspires others to create a more welcoming community in game. I know I'm going to be looking into how to host vanilla art parties soon.

I'm glad this post resonated with you (and others)! It's such a shame that a lot of people feel the same as I do, but it is also inspiring in a way because we can look as both on an individual and community level on how to improve it.

As for your story... yeah, that seems to be a common experience for people who choose either not to have Mare or cannot use it because they're console. The amount of times my partner has had to beat back people trying to pressure him into getting the tool for their character(s) is honestly wild, especially when I cut over the top like "Dude, just send him a screenshot and/or tell him to look at my screen, it's really not that deep." He lives in the same house as me and has the ability to physically see them, but even that is often not enough. It's bizarre. I wish people felt more comfortable with their vanilla characters/needing to rely on screenshots and other mediums. I kind of go back to the point I made in another post about feeling old. I used to roleplay on Gaia Online, and the norm was to grab some generic anime character from a popular show and badly photoshop their hair/eyes/etc. And it was fine!!

Feel free to tag me if you ever host a vanilla party! I may not be able to attend, but I'll promote the shit out of it!

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea speaks #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea answers things

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amrv-5 · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Authors

HELLO DELLA @fieryphrazes and thank you for the tag, this was fun!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

30! quite a number of anonymous 🤨

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

689,182.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

MASH! experiencing a beejhawk lockdown. for life

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

If I am being fully honest?

- A Be More Chill fic I wrote at age 16 and don’t want to link (<3)

- Somewhere to Get To

- Anonymous Fic

- Aspirin or Sorrow. But for fics in my fandom with my name on ‘em:

- Somewhere to Get To

- Aspirin or Sorrow

- Crosswalks, Crossroads

- Nothing is Real

- Moved on Memory

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to!! I was better about it prior to getting back into classes—not had a lot of time to respond thoughtfully lately but know that I DO see comments and love and appreciate everyone who took the time to read a fic of mine!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Aspirin or Sorrow, depending on your definition of angst. I think that one’s a happy ending, kind of, but I can also see how it’s not.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sailed Calmly On, I think. It’s more explicitly bright than Somewhere to Get To’s end, and (I hope) sort of affirming.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

A few vagueposts. Only maybe twice to my (digital) face! People are usually on the whole pretty nice :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Which kind… not quite sure how to Categorize Them? Anyway the answer is: Yes, absolutely! I guess I’d say the throughline of “kind” is a focus on mutuality, decadence of experience (indulging in a fantasy, in sensation, warmth / luxury / soft treatment), and togetherness heightening relaxation and comfort. Or maybe I have a brand of smut I’m not aware of. I’ll take genre feedback, pls chime in.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Before? No. But…👀 watch this space 🤨

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Newt/Hermann pacific rim close to my heart but I think BeejHawk is my forever ship now.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Golden age of radio beejhawk AU…

16. What are your writing strengths?

Maybe drawing out thematic or symbolic resonances? Otherwise I’d say I’m pretty comfortable with thoughts/internal narration (navel gazing?).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Concision.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Not good enough yet at another language to feel confident in it myself unless a character’s quoting a text or a few simple phrases I know well, but think it’s great when others do!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

RWBY kind of. Middle school friends would trade notebooks in the lunchroom and write fic of each other’s show OCs.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hard to pick. The S2G2 ‘verse is very special to me, and seems the obvious choice, but for one-and-done fav fic? I might go with End of All Octobers, which I’m still pretty happy with over five months later, and find occasionally comforting.

I’m tagging @machihunnicutt @catgrub @catgirladjacent @persianflaw @draftdodgerag @kejfeblintz (if you want!! no pressure :) ) and anybody who sees this and wants to!!!

#tag game #ty della!!!#long post

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mellowwhumps · 4 months ago

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well all my stories are wips so why not do them all

present tomorrows: was playing around with different formats to describe past present and future and somehow came up with these bangers LMAO

futures past/mirai: same reason heh. mirai means future and as a matter of fact the syndicate calls themself that because one of the members can't pronounce the chinese version of the name properly enough with the way they speak

stars, sun & sky: stars is because one of the first draft was two of the characters within the story stargazing, sun is because of the icarus story related to verrill, an oc in there. sky is to represent freedom heh. admittedly bad name but whatever i like triple s

cicada's chime: chime. like. resonate/chiming in skdhdjbfjs. there'll be a bell in there someday.....frankly it just sounds cool

(T)ETHER: port's a restriction for majority of the characters within the story and ether also means "clear sky" along with the colourless flammable liquid ofc (invisible to the eyes). additional bonus port starring is called that because i just saw the word starring and. hm. star ring. i could make something stupid with that

heyho open tag ^^

Writer tag game!

Tell me where you got the name for your wip!

I got "Anima Saga" because well. Anima are a core part of the initial concept. And saga bc it sounded neat. (I also call this wip t&o, as in totsuka and ola tho...)

@aromanticsky @seastarblue @thewhumpywitch @mottinthemainpot @inkwell-and-dagger @i-eat-worlds (no pressure) and whoever wants to!

#mellocs #got too silly #tag game

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walkerismychoice · 4 years ago

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Queen of My Heart - Chapter 38 (The End!)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X Olivia, Hana X OC Lydia

Rating: PG-13

Summary: The show comes to and end, and Riley contemplates her future

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I’ve finally brought this series to an end. There was quite a long time I thought I may never finish. I want to thank all the readers and friends who’ve read and encouraged me along the way. I want to especially thank @debramcg1106 as of late for helping me work through the ending and pushing me to finish it out. This is the technical end of the story, but I do have an epilogue planned as well.

Tag List: @khakie4 @dreadpirateemma @ritachacha @blackcoffee85 @choices-fanatic @boneandfur @butindeed @simplyaiden-blog @bobasheebaby @traeumerinsworld @theroyalweisme @umccall71 @lizeboredom @debramcg1106 @enmchoices @withice @viktoriapetit @mfackenthal @drakesfiance @drakelover78 @speedyoperarascalparty @silviasutton1989 @krisnicjack @devineinterventions2 @choiceswreckedme @notoriouscs @blackcatkita @hamalu @akrenich @drakewalkerfantasy @jamielea81 @andy-loves-corgis @jlouise88 @jovialyouthmusic @sleepwalkingelite @i-miss-trr @dragonball-luver @gkittylove99 @lovingchoices14

Word Count: 2230

Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

Due to everything that transpired, filming of the finale was delayed two weeks. Riley was grateful for the time and hardly left Drake’s side during his recovery. He was sent back to the palace after a couple days, and Riley had to convince him that whiskey was not a suitable replacement for the antibiotics and pain medication the doctor prescribed. Reluctantly he obliged. He worked with physical therapy, and by the end of those two weeks, you’d have hardly known he’d been injured at all.

Olivia was salty her ball had been ruined, but the production staff made up for it, giving her and Liam an overnight filmed at Olivia’s northern Lythikos retreat. She was still worried the country would favor Riley with Liam, but Kat assured Olivia between her heroic actions, personal growth, and some favorable editing, it would be hard for most people not to be on her side.

As for Madeleine, it was still unclear if she would be charged criminally or would be incompetent to stand trial due to her mental health, but either way, she wouldn’t be a danger to anyone for quite some time. It was questionable if Jo’s involvement in the whole thing broke any laws. She wasn’t Cordonian, so she couldn’t be charged with treason for skirting security and endangering the life of the crown prince, but authorities were looking to see if there was anything they could make stick. At the very least she was blacklisted and would never work in television again.

So finally, on a calm, clear, day, there was only one obstacle left. Riley met with Liam, adorned in a stunning, body-hugging, Swarovski crystal filled dress, to put on the performance of a lifetime and act as if he’d shattered her heart. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. There were a couple of takes where neither of them could keep a straight face followed few that were unbelievably dramatic, but ultimately Riley was able to tap into her vulnerability and the tragedy she had faced to bring genuine emotion and tears to light. It didn’t matter that it was unrelated to what was happening in the scene, it was real. Kat said it was perfect, and Liam was free to propose to Olivia.

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Now that all is said and done, who will Liam choose to be his future Queen? Will it be the fierce Duchess Olivia, or the plucky newcomer Riley? Stay tuned for the finale of Queen of My Heart.”

Maxwell draped his arm around Riley’s shoulder. “What do you think, sis? How did I do on my television debut.”

Maxwell, Bertrand, Savannah, Hannah, Lydia, Liam, Olivia, Riley, and Drake were all huddled in the palace screening room to watch the finale as it aired.

Just about anyone would have been an improvement over Chad,” Riley teased, ”but the squid suit was definitely a nice touch. Your delivery was great, but did you have to call me plucky?”

“You know I had to play it cool,” Maxwell explained. “Plucky is good, but not over the top. Don’t want anyone thinking I’m playing favorites because you’re my sister.”

Riley rolled her eyes. “The suggested ‘noble newcomer’ would have been sufficient.”

“It was a stylistic choice.” Maxwell made a gesture with his hand indicating a mock hair flip.

"Ugh, enough about Maxwell," Olivia groaned. "I'm ready to get to the good part. Can we just fast-forward through any mushy Liam and Riley stuff? Nobody needs to see that."

"I second that." Drake raised his hand in rare agreement with Olivia.

Liam just shook his head. "I know nobody watches live network television anymore, so you must have forgotten how this works. There's no fast-forwarding. Not even through commercials."

"That's fine with me." Lydia chimed in. "More time for making out."

"Lydia!" Hannah's cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.

Lydia pecked her on the lips. "Sorry babe. You're just too damn cute when you blush."

Hannah remained quiet but her smile gave her away. Lydia, with her outgoing, bold, and slightly unpredictable personality, was the perfect complement to Hannah being so shy, proper, and focused. They brought out the best in each other, and the difference in Hannah between when Riley met her until now was night and day.

The friends watched the show and Riley only cringed at herself in a few places, which was much less than she thought she would. Things did get a bit awkward during the montage of kissing scenes between Riley and Liam, and Maxwell and Bertrand made a show of covering their eyes for the steamier parts. They all laughed inappropriately when Liam dumped Riley since they knew it wasn't real. And then finally when Liam proposed to Olivia, everyone cheered.

Riley thought of her friends and family at home. She pictured aunt Susan, Sarah, and Daniel all rooting for her and how disappointed they must have been that she "lost." She couldn't wait to tell them, however, she hadn't lost at all.

"Wow, Livvy." Drake quipped, bringing Riley out of her deep thoughts. "How much did you have to pay them to give you such a flattering edit?"

Olivia threw a pillow at his head which he deftly dodged. "Fuck off, Walker. You were so desperate to get on the show, you leapt in front of a bullet."

"Now, now children." Liam said in a mock scolding tone. "Let's all play nice."

"Yes, father," Drake and Olivia replied in unison, causing laughter to erupt around the room.

Riley still didn't have all the answers about what her future would hold, but she had found her people. Where she was in that moment was where she needed to be.

Savannah yawned. "It's getting late. We should probably go and relieve the sitter." Riley hasn't wanted to pry into Savannah and Bertrand's relationship, but they were working together to parent Bartie and things seemed to be falling into place for them.

"Yes, yes." Bertrand agreed. "Time is money!"

"Oh my god, Bertrand." Savannah rolled her eyes. "Life isn't all about money."

"She’s right." Maxwell propped his arm on Savannah's shoulder. "Besides, now that the show is over, we'll be getting some money, and Kat said if viewers responded well to me, they would probably offer to extend my contract in the franchise. By the looks of these tweets, I'm going to be rolling in dough. 'That Maxwell guy is so hot...ridiculously funny...just what the show needed.' Should I read more?

"Please no." Bertrand groaned. "We can talk finances later. Goodnight, all."

As the rest of the crowd dwindled, Liam asked Drake and Riley to stay behind. He kissed Olivia and promised to join her when the conversation was through.

"So what's up?" Drake got right to the point once only the three of them remained.

Liam cleared his throat. "Well as you know, I highly value your loyalty to the crown."

"Heh." Drake let out a terse laugh. "I don't really give a fuck about the crown, but I do care about you."

"In any case, you take your job very seriously and I could see you as head of the guard one day, once Bastien retires." Liam paused before continuing. "However, I do have another proposition for you."

Drake raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Go on."

"How would you like to be the head of Valtoria?" Liam asked expectantly.

Drake' eyes narrowed in contemplation. "I thought Valtoria was unoccupied. Is there a new Duke or Duchess there now that needs a security detail?"

"No, no." Liam laughed. "Well, there could be. That's what I'm trying to ask you. I would like to give Valtoria to you."

"No fucking way. You have to be kidding me. Did you sign up for some royal version of a prank show now?" Drake scanned the room as if searching for hidden cameras.

"I'm serious, Drake. I think you would make a fantastic duke."

Drake scoffed. "I'm a commoner who despises most nobles and everything the monarchy stands for."

"That's exactly why you'd be perfect for the role." Liam explained. "Cordonia needs a fresh perspective - someone who can resonate with the people the monarchy serves. Just think, you could have a real voice in creating change. I don't want to rule like my father has and his father before. I want the people to have the representation they deserve, and you are a key to that."

Drake sighed deeply. "I don't know Li. Even if I could do this - if I wanted to - what makes me worthy? What's everyone going to say when they find out you gave an average dude the title of Duke just because he's your best friend?"

"I'll tell them that Drake Walker is anything but average. He's smart, capable, and fiercely loyal. He's saved my life more times than I count and has more integrity than anyone I know. Public policy can be learned, but these qualities cannot be taught. He may not be noble by blood, but he is my family, and he belongs."

'Wow, Liam." Drake ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to say."

"You're quiet over there." Liam directed at Riley. "What do you think?"

"Me?!" Riley had been as shocked by this as Drake, and she didn't know what to think. This was about Drake, not her. Did her opinion really matter? "I, uh.... think this is really Drake's decision."

Drake took Riley's hands in his. "But it's yours too. I mean, if we are going to be together..."

"Oh, well..." How was Riley supposed to help Drake decide such a life altering thing when she didn't even have her own life sorted out?

Drake didn't leave her fumbling for too long. "Liam, I really don't know if either of use is equipped to answer this question right now. It's a very generous offer, and the fact that I'm not totally shutting you down for suggesting such a ridiculous thing as me being a Duke should tell you I'm genuinely willing to entertain the idea."

Liam chuckled. "I completely understand. This life is new to both of you in different ways, and to navigate a new relationship on top of all that is a lot to ask. I'm in no hurry to fill the vacancy. Consider it an open-ended invitation. I trust that you'll be ready to make your decision long before the public pressures me into making a new appointment."

"Thanks, Liam." Drake gave him hug and patted him on the back. "Now get back to your fiancé before she blames me for keeping you too long."

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Back in her palace guestroom, Riley nestled into Drake, her head resting on his chest. "It's been quite a night, huh?

"You could say that again." Drake pulled her tighter against him.

"I kind of feel like we're moving so fast, we're skipping steps - like we're being asked to decide the rest of our lives before we even know what we want to do tomorrow." Riley knew nobody was outright asking for an immediate decision, but she felt the weight of everyone's expectations. Whether she stayed in Cordonia or went back home, she'd probably be disappointing someone.

"Who says we have to?" Drake asked. "You heard Liam. He doesn't need an answer right away. I Know you haven't decided what you want, and I sure as hell don't know what I'm going to do yet. Why don't we take some time together to just...be. Do normal couple things and see where the relationship takes us."

"Normal couple things... I mean I don't know how I can go back to my normal peasant life after attending weekly balls dressed in couture gowns," Riley teased, "but I think I could make that sacrifice for you, my commoner boyfriend."

"Hey, watch who you are calling commoner." Drake pinned Riley down and tickled her sides until she begged him to stop, and he collapsed beside her again. "I just may outrank you soon if I so choose."

Riley laced her fingers through Drake's. "It's crazy to think how our lives have changed in a few short months. I don't think I could have made it through all of this without you, and not just because you kept literally saving my life."

"You may not have taken a bullet for me, but you've saved me too. For once in my life, I see multiple paths with meaning and purpose. I've seen so much of myself reflected in you, but it id the version of me I want to be, not the one I was. You've shown me trials and hardships don't have to make you bitter, and that you don't have to fit the cookie cutter mold to find your place here... Oh, God, listen to me. What have you done to me Bennett?" Drake shuddered in mock disgust.

Riley softly pressed her lips to his and pulled back with a smirk. "I don't think I can take all the credit, or the blame as you might put it. But enough talk about the future. You said we should focus on the now, and right now all I need is you."

"Well then, your wish is my command." Drake pulled Riley tight to him and then they lost themselves in each other, completely unencumbered by any decisions about their future. Those could wait for another day.

#playchoices fanfic #drake x mc #drake walker #the royal romance #choices trr #qomh #my fic

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yolo1650 · 4 years ago

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Surprise Date Pt. 3 (wip)

A/N: Inspired by a whole bunch of sacred romantic prompts by @screnwriter I had a lot of fun writing this! But I can imagine my execution is mediocre at best (especially with trying to write in Redd's pov) XD

Also, if this helps, you can imagine the anthropomorphism akin to something like from Bojack Horseman. If you’re looking for some context, click here. I really wrote this to practice writing, nothing plot relevant here is permanent.

Word Count: 1805

Warnings/Tags: Anthropomorphic characters, cross species relationship, drinking off screen, mentions of alcohol, jazzy times, make up after a fight, but i’m not exactly sure what they fought about, slow dancing, fluff, heart to heart, kissing, implied sex at the end, amateur writing, so it might get repetitive at times, i’m just so glad this is done, my oc still doesn’t have a name yet, she’s just referred to as she the whole time :’)

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As the level of wine in their glasses winded down, so did their surprisingly pleasant date night. In between their shared laughter and smiles, Redd could barely remember whatever fuss they had two nights before. Key word: barely. He still remembered how the sound of her yelling grated against his, and his tail bristled slightly at the thought of it.

Just then the CD player finished. With a tight smile, she excused herself to go and add a new one. The smooth voice of a woman's jazz ballad flowed out of the speakers, nothing at all like the soft chimes of the synth that was on before. Redd looked over to her outstretched hand.

"Dance with me?"

The dumb look of shock on his face probably wasn’t subtle at all, otherwise she wouldn't have shown off those shining pearly whites of her's. Rubbing the back of his neck, he chuckled. "No, no, I'm sorry darlin'. But I'm no dancer."

But her hand remained outstretched in front of him. "I'll be the judge of that." Her tone was blunt, but her eyes however held a small plea. She then cocked her head over to the open space in front of the speakers. "Come on, we won't go too fast, I promise."

Tentatively, he placed his own leathered palm in her soft one, allowing her to guide him to the center of the living room. As she guided his right hand to her waist, he could feel his hackles rise at the nerves. He swallowed.

"Don't say I didn't warn you now. Who knows, we might both end up on the ground 'cause of me." He hoped his voice didn't come out as hoarse because of how dry it was. She only smiled back, eyes warm with reassurance.

"Then we'll both have something to laugh about when we look back at this moment." She placed a hand on his shoulder and slowly started moving. "Just follow my lead. I'm sure a smart fox like you can figure out a simple slow dance."

So, they danced, or rather, she slowly danced but had to pause at every step so that Redd's feet could step in time with her. He kept his head down, partly to keep watch of her feet and partly out of embarrassment. It wasn't often when he was forced in a position to admit an honest fault of his, but he'll take this case to be a delightful exception.

"Are you familiar with Ella Fitzgerald?" Her question was let out in a single warm breath that pushed against the whiskers on the side of his muzzle. His nose involuntarily twitched at the newfound intimacy. He looked up only to see her gaze was elsewhere, supposedly lost in the swooping lows of the melody.

"Ah, no, not really." He gently squeezed her hand as she picked up the pace. She squeezed back. "But I, uh, I don't mind. She sounds very talented."

"That she was, that she was," she drawled, her voice low. Nothing at all like how she sounded two days ago: sharp and resonant, and she had each syllable spoken with just the right amount of annunciation, perfect for scolding an employee for his unprofessionalism.

It didn't take long before their bodies started moving together at the gentle pace of the song. His own tail couldn't help but absent-mindedly swing along to the smooth piano accompaniment. She even let him lead the dance for a few moments. Not bad you sly fox, Redd thought to himself, not bad at all. When she took over once more he looked to smile at her before saying, "This, this is kinda nice." But she only briefly returned that same half smile he'd seen all day.

Redd didn't need to be a detective to figure out what was bothering her. But, if their argument has taught him anything, it's that she wasn't really the talking type. In fact, if today has taught him anything, it was that she preferred to show how she felt, rather than say it. He squeezed her hand once more to assure her as she did for him, and her worried-filled eyes met with his attentive ones.

She let out a sigh. "I'm sorry," she started, "about the things I said last time."

"I know." Out of the corner of his eye he could see her small frown. "The museum, fancy dinner, and now this? You'd have to admit it's all one hell of an apology."

"I still thought I should say it.”

“Apology accepted." He smiled. But it quickly dropped when she didn’t return it. He then opened his mouth. “I-

“I still have more to say, so if you could please just..." Her voice trailed off, not that she needed to finish it in the first place. The sight of her knit eyebrows alone was enough to shut his mouth up. He's never seen her so uncomfortable.

She took another breath before continuing. "I was being a stupid, privileged ass, and you didn't deserve that. You're too good for-" She stopped herself, trying to find the right words. "You, you're just." She sighed and briefly glanced at him only to look away once again. “You’re extraordinary."

"I'm extraordinary?" The comment stopped him in his tracks, but he didn't even notice until she stumbled into him, the sweet, floral smell of her hair wash stronger than ever. Her arms grabbed onto his shoulders and he steadied her with his hands on her waist. He let out an embarrassed chuckle against her ear. "Sorry about that. Now remind me, who's the one making more figures here?"

"This isn't about that," she replied, their faces were so close she only needed to whisper. "I'm only able to do what I do because of my mom and she always knows best. But you-" Her piercing eyes met his own. "You didn't have any of that and you still made your way here because you wanted to be. You have this drive, this determination-and I see it in your eyes-you just go for it and take what you want, no matter what.”

He leaned into her when she placed her forehead against his. “I've never seen that before so yeah, that's extraordinary."

He smirked. "Well, you are right about that."

She rolled her eyes. "You know I can easily take back all the nice things I said about you." The corners of her eyes crinkled as her mouth lifted to a beautiful smile. Redd's been waiting all night to see that one.

"Alight, alright," he conceded, "bad timing I know, I'm sorry."

She leaned in, pressing her whole body against him in a total embrace. Redd could tell that she'd said and done her piece, and was now melting into his touch. He could hear her quietly sing along to the music against his neck, another thing he'd never seen her do before. Their swaying has slowed tremendously since they started, but he decided that he actually liked it better this way.

He cleared his throat and she pulled away to hear what he had to say. "I'm sorry 'bout gettin�� under your skin the other day. I should've known better than to pry like that." Seeing the earnest look in her eyes made him pause, and he found his jaw slacked trying to find his thoughts again.

"I, uh, you're an amazing woman, you know that right?" She only responded with a small smile, a gentle request to continue. "You're a smart, beautiful, and busy woman who's got a lot on her plate. I'm sorry if I just ended up makin' your life harder and more stressful."

"Apology accepted," she said with a wide smile.

"And did I mention you've got a spine of steel? She shook her head and chuckled into his chest, now he was overdoing it. "I'm serious! Have you seen yourself at the office? There's nothing stopping you, whatever you want, you've got it. You're the whole package babe, life's just that easy for you."

Their slow dance has come to a crawling stop by now. As they held onto each other, the long, soaring melody from the trumpet flowed in between them, carrying away their troubles and leaving them together, hearts beating in time with each other. Redd didn't think he'd ever want to let go of her at all.

"Nothing about this is easy right now," she mumbled into his neck.

"I know." There was still so much he didn't tell her yet, and the longer he waited, the harder it became to even bring it up.

His sensitive ears picked up the huffiness of a short laugh coming from her. "You certainly don't make it very easy. Here I am, twenty-one, thinking I already have everything together. I knew who I was, and I knew what my future held, but then -" She paused. What she said next came out slow, as if she was processing each word as it left her. "But then I met you, and for the first time, I just don't know anymore. I don't even-" Her hands balled up into fists against his back. "What if I-" He started rubbing slow circles against hers. "Maybe." Her shoulders relaxed. "Maybe I don’t want my future anymore because whenever I look at you-"

Their eyes met, and as they gazed deeply into each other, Redd couldn't help but feel an urge, a pull towards her. Did her eyes always look like a fox's? Bright with excitement and simmering with a deep burn of desire and certainty?

"-I see a whole different future, and I want it." Her eyes were already halfway closed at their close proximity, eagerly inviting him to close the gap. Right before he did, he heard her utter one four more words that made this wait all the more worth it. "I want you, Redd."

This kiss was the best one they had yet. It was slow and tender, and he indulged himself fully to the taste of her perfect lips. They were soft, and still had the lingering taste of the wine they shared moments before.

When she reached up to hold his face against his own, his ears perked at the sound of a new vocalist, male this time, and although his gravelly voice sounded far away, the truth of the words he sang rang loud and true. Heaven, he was in heaven. He felt a slice of it with every gasp of breath they shared in between kisses, with every fleeting touch of her slender fingers on his body, with every soft moan of pleasure she let out underneath him. Heaven was tender kisses that were given like a promise. Heaven was when neither of them wanted to leave the gentle and firm embrace of the other, deep into the night.

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Here’s the song that featured at the end

Let me know what you guys think, constructive criticism is especially welcome here :D

-(･ω･)v

#wip #fanfiction wip #writing practice #fluff #slow dancing #furry writing #anthro character #let me know if all the animal details are weird #i can't help but cringe a lil when i think about it too hard #but it could just be because im an insecure furry #achievement unlocked #:ya like jazz?-write a romantic scene that features jazz music #that last tag was just a thought that came to me when i finished xD #i could have made Redd's voice stronger here #but i'll just work on that more in the future #and yes this is THAT redd fic #my post

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a-real-chara-cter · 5 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; MUN & MUSE - MEME.

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

TAGGED BY: @the-judge-of-bones TAGGING: Steal it

MY MUSE IS: canon / oc / au / CANON-DIVERGENT / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK / KINDA (They're certainly underappreciated, I think - lots of screaming about 'MURDERBRAT CHARA', not much really looking at them as a character) Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO / KINDA (Depends on your headcanons, but they're literally the instigator of half the worldbuilding so) Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG (The main character is mistaken for them, and will either finally be seen for who they are, or meet them at the end) Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. (Duh. Human Prince of Monsters) How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL (The way I play them, while they're seen as more distant and less approachable than the King, Queen, or the other Prince - they have a reputation for caring and working hard for monsters, and for being, if not easy to work with, then reliable to work with. If they say they'll arrange funding for your work, you can practically start spending the money already.) How strictly do you follow canon? — Not very strictly at all, really. I diverge in a major way right from the get go, and I have no problems with changing or tweaking details to make them work better, though I'll at least try to get at the -purpose- behind the detail first and see how it can be salvaged.

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS. — Regal of bearing, quick of wit, sly of tongue, Determined of heart and dorky of mind. Prince Chara is an exercise in dichotomies, in the liminal spaces between love and hate, hard and soft, hot and cold. If you want to interact with a muse who can be waxing philosophical on the ways feelings can treat and triage emotional wounds one minute and then turn around and flirt through puns the next, here's your enby. If you ever wanted to see what a grown up Chara could have been, here they are.

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?). — They're prickly. They trust slowly, and often only at swordpoint at first. They're a Chara, which, well - one of hundreds in the fandom, even if they're a bit different - the differences make them stand out, but also make them closer to an OC, which has its own problems. They like things to go as expected/planned, which can make initial interactions a bit tricky.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? — The mystery of Chara fascinated me about Undertale, and I admit to feeling a strong kinship to them - the Sans Genocide fight certainly didn't help there, because _I love a challenge_, and that fight comes part and parcel with Chara in the surrounding fandom materials. It was a surprise when I started hearing their voice and feeling it looking for an outlet, but not an unwelcome one - it took me a little while to refine exactly who and what my Chara was, which parts of common fanon resonated and which to discard, but I'm quite pleased by the person they've grown into through the journey.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? — Honestly? Nothing did for a while. I had a bad experience with the fandom that put me off for a long while, and then real life got in the way and Chara retreated into the back corner of my head, only coming out for occasional snippets of conversation with their favorite Asriel or to snark on random moments and things I was doing. I'm not sure what drew them more fully out of hiding exactly, but it's been really great to get into the swing of writing them again.

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / SORT OF? Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / SORT OF? (I have headcanons and little ideas all the time, but I rarely write them out unless prompted, mostly they emerge in actual threading or discussions.) Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO / WHEN PROMPTED (See above, basically) Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO (They're in my head 24/7, along with a handful of other muses sure, but still, it's rare an hour goes by without them chiming in some thought or observation or another.) Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO (For all I often joke about being good for nothing but shipping and shitposting, I -have- been writing fiction for over fifteen years, and RPing for over ten. I'm pretty confident my writing is good) Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO / SORTA (I can be really easy to upset or piss off if a hot button topic's pressed, but I'm generally pretty thick skinned, and I'm learning to be better at catching my temper and working around it.) DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL? — If it's useful criticism, that's actually about _my_ Prince and not what the reader thinks Chara should be, sure.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? — Go for it! I reblog headcanon type memes often enough, toss one at me, or just random questions.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — Depends on the headcanon - if it's a worldbuilding type headcanon, then sure, I'll debate that stuff all day. If it's a personal character headcanon, well... so long as you're framing it as a discussion, maybe? But it's not your headvoice, it's mine, you don't get a vote in how they express themselves.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? — Hey, that's cool. If there's something offensive about it, lemme know and I can try to fix things, otherwise, we can hang out on separate parts of the fandom without being forced to interact, you don't gotta love my portrayal to be here, you don't even gotta read my shit to be here.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? — ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Not my circus, not my monkey. Bring it -into- my circus and I'll tell you to fuck off.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS? — Sure go for it

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? — Fairly easy-going, but, well, I'm autistic, I know I'm not always as easy to get along with as I'd like. Still, tell me I'm doing something shitty and I'll stop, I'm not doing it on purpose.

#Out of Chara-cter

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