#sorry i'm scatterbrained right now

[detransdamnation]

Hold on that excerpt was not sucky! You did great and i visualized the scene well. Thank you, now i can understand these modes. Is there an official rule on % of show vs tell to constitute a good story or is arbitrary?

Aw haha. Thank you and no worries.

Showing is a means of immersing the reader into a story, and of course, a good story requires immersion—so, as a general rule, if you can show, you should show. However, I'm also a strong believer in that true immersion requires a dose of imagination. If you're using every second sentence to "show" yet another detail about a person, place, or thing, you're not truly immersing because you're not giving the reader any wiggle room to create their own visions and make their own connections. I also just don't like how this tends to pan out flow-wise.

Like I said, it's a matter of balance. Showing is important—but when your scene is properly set, you also shouldn't need to zero in on countless other descriptors and mannerisms in order to engage your readers or keep your story going. My main criticism here, essentially, is excessive devotion to detail.

It's also important to remember that what constitutes a "good story" is entirely subjective. I'm sure there are plenty of people who would disagree with everything I've said on this topic. Doesn't mean either of us are wrong. Just means our definitions of excellence are different. That is the beauty of art.

[karomiiz]

i’m so sad 

[lilasamaaa]

Who says "I love you" first? Part Two | F1 grid x Reader

Click here to read the first part!

Genre | Fluff

Featuring | Oscar Piastri, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Carlos Sainz, Yuki Tsunoda, Max Verstappen.

Word count | 1.8K

Warnings | None! Enjoy the ride!

Author's note | Coming up with original ideas for this was so painful lmao, I'm sorry it took so long!

Oscar Piastri

He says it first.

Today marks four months since you and Oscar have been together. The Australian texted you a few hours ago, telling you to wear a nice dress and meet him in front of your building at 8.

The two of you had met four months ago at a party hosted by a mutual friend. You had heard of love at first sight, but had never experienced it before him. Before your eyes met his. As you had moved to Australia a few weeks before meeting him, and with English not being your first language, it had taken a bit of time to get comfortable with each other and juggle between your respective languages, but today, you two were inseparable... To the point where you'd already canceled the plane ticket that was supposed to take you back home at the end of the year.

The restaurant where you're dining is splendid. The candles on your table cast a soft light on his face, the atmosphere is incredibly romantic, and the dishes are delicious. But above all, it's the looks Oscar has been giving you all evening that make your heart beat. A mixture of tenderness, passion, and admiration.

"I hope you don't mind, but I ordered dessert," your boyfriend announces, looking at you fondly.

As soon as the sentence is uttered, a waiter places a plate in front of you, and you let out a gasp of surprise as you discover the letters traced in chocolate. "I love you". In your native tongue. Your eyes start to water as you meet Oscar's gaze, visibly nervous. For a minute, you're speechless. Equally surprised by the kind attention than by the admission from the Australian.

"Please tell me they spelled it right," the driver says as you burst into laughter.

"They did," you reply, reaching for his hand. "And I don't have any dessert to prove it, but just so you know, I love you too."

Daniel Ricciardo

He says it first.

Daniel and you are lying on the couch in his living room, watching a replay of last weekend's race on TV. You love it when your boyfriend comments on every move, explains the strategies, and tells you about his feelings in the car. Even though you attended the race live in Singapore, it's definitely different to look back at the race with the insight of a real pilot. As Daniel explains to you the choice of his medium tires, the image from the replay suddenly changes from the track and zooms in on you, wearing a headset, in the garage.

"What?" you yelp, standing up on your elbows. "I didn't know they were filming me!"

Under your face, a small banner appears, and you feel your heart tighten. "Daniel Ricciardo's friend".

"Oh," you breathe, unable to tear your gaze away from the tv screen.

"Wow," Daniel says. "So they really have no idea that we're together."

The camera dives back onto the track, and Daniel starts commenting on every moment again, before realizing that you've been silent for a while.

"Hey," your boyfriend says, nudging your shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just..." you start, feeling your throat tighten. "We've been dating for a few months now, and it's... It's weird to be called your friend. I don't know. It's making me feel insecure."

"Well, you shouldn't," the Australian says before capturing your lips in a soft kiss. "Because I love you. Way more than a friend."

George Russell

You say it first.

At work, George is methodical. Organized. At home, however, you've come to learn that your boyfriend is a real scatterbrain and forgets everything. All the time. To the point that since you started seeing each other more regularly and you began sleeping over at his place, you've gotten into the habit of leaving notes for him all over the apartment before going to work.

"Your brother is coming over tonight"

"DO NOT order food. There are leftovers in the fridge!"

"Your fave sweater is in the dryer"

Each note is always signed the same way. A double x (you two live in England, after all) and a smiley face. If you're the one writing the small notes, George is the one collecting them and throwing them away everyday. So tonight, as you close the door to his apartment behind you, you're surprised to find your boyfriend on the couch, holding one of the bright yellow squares in his hand.

"Hi babe," you say, coming closer to him. "What's this?"

"Your note," George replies, looking at you. "From this morning."

"What about it?" you ask, furrowing your brow as George hands it to you.

"Don't wait for me for dinner tonight, I'm going out with the girls. Love you."

Oh. You're still looking at the note with wide eyes when your boyfriend speaks again.

"Did you mean it?"

"I'm... kinda surprised I wrote it, but yes, of course, George. I mean it."

Your boyfriend gets up from the couch, coming towards you before planting his lips passionately on yours.

"Well, I love you too," George says, making your heart skip a beat. "And I'm keeping this one," your boyfriend laughs before pocketing the note.

Carlos Sainz

He says it first.

Carlos and you have made it a habit to call each other as much as possible when the driver is away. The distance is already hard enough to manage for the both of you as it is, so there's no need to torture yourselves even more with radio silence. Sitting in the hotel lobby, the only place where he managed to get enough network for a high-quality call, your boyfriend is telling you all about this morning's free practice session when the phone shakes, and you see his eyes hovering above the screen.

"Wait, hermosa, just a second."

The microphone cuts out, and you see your boyfriend's lips moving without sound. You furrow your brow, thinking that someone from the hotel staff might be scolding him for speaking aloud in a public area, when Charles appears in the corner of the screen, the sound coming back.

"Charles wants to say hi," Carlos says, playfully rolling his eyes. "Please find a girlfriend and stop annoying mine."

"How are you?" Charles asks, smiling at you, ignoring Carlos' whines.

"I'm doing great, thanks for asking!" you reply, smiling back at the driver.

"Now, move," Carlos says, "I'd rather talk to her than to you. You'll understand that when you're in love again."

A laughing Charles waves at you a final time before disappearing from your screen. Your attention shifts back to Carlos.

"So..." you say playfully. "You're in love?"

Realizing the slip-up, Carlos' eyes widen.

"I didn't mean to say it like that. Or over the phone. But yes, I am," your boyfriend says, smiling proudly.

"Good thing I am too, then," you reply winking.

Yuki Tsunoda

You say it first.

Yuki is naturally shy. You noticed it from your first meeting, and you've never been afraid to take the lead. You've been the initiator of all your firsts : first conversation, first date, first kiss. This dynamic works well for both of you. You suggest, and Yuki always happily follows.

However... there's something you've been afraid of initiating. It's been several months since you started seeing each other, and you're truly on cloud nine. Everything is going well between you, the chemistry is perfect, and the slightest glance from the Japanese makes you absolutely melt. You know the signs. You're in love. But how do you tell him without scaring him off?

The answer comes naturally as you watch your boyfriend exchange words with his Team Principal in the Racing Bulls garage, his helmet in his hands. As Yuki finishes zipping up his suit, his back to you, you kindly offer to hold his helmet and take the opportunity to pull out a marker from your pocket, discreetly scribbling on the plastic shell before handing the object to your boyfriend.

The race goes incredibly well, and Yuki finishes in the points, creating euphoria in the garage. When your boyfriend gets out of the car, his first instinct is to take off his helmet and steal a kiss from you as you laugh.

"What's making you laugh?" Yuki asks, looking at you fondly.

"I put a little encouragement on your helmet, and it looks like it worked," you whisper, pointing to the three hastily written words. I love you.

Yuki is naturally shy, yes. Yet, the kiss he gives you after your revelation is the only confirmation you needed.

Max Verstappen

He says it first.

It's been ten days since Max flew several hours away from you for his next race, suggesting you stay at his place until his return. The initial idea was for you to look after his cats, but the driver would never admit that what he wanted above all else was for you to put your intoxicating scent all over his sheets... Creating a sense of domesticity that he wasn't so sure you were ready for yet.

Keys turn in the lock, and Max appears at the end of the hallway, suitcase in hand. It's safe to say that he didn't expect to find you curled up on the couch, asleep, his two cats nestled in your arms.

The sight is enough to make him want to call your landlord and tell them you' won't be needing your apartment anymore. To give you the keys to his place, and never take them back. But for now, abandoning his suitcase in the hallway, Max sits on the couch gently, making sure not to wake you before softly stroking your hair. You whine softly in your sleep, opening an eye.

"You're back," you mumble weakly.

"I am, and it looks like nobody missed me that much," Max says, pretending to be hurt.

"What?" you say, sitting up. "I missed you! Every day!"

"And yet, you wasted no time replacing me," your boyfriend laughs, petting his sleepy cats.

"I had to adapt," you reply with a smirk. "They confessed before you. There was nothing I could do."

"Do you want me to confess?" Max says, bending over to press a soft kiss to your lips, making your heart flutter. "You have my love. All of it."

[fairytsuk1]

Hcs about alex during and after a fight plsss love ur work btw ur writing style is so amazingly amazing that its >33333

arguing with alex, the two sides.

6:37 p.m. - Living Room

alex huffs quietly, almost looking scatterbrained as he anxiously smooths his hands over his face and hair, "I seriously can't do this right now! there's too much going on."

"alex, that is not fair! i'm trying to talk to you and you're shutting me down," your hands start to shake as your upset builds. "you're not being fucking fair!"

it brings him to tears and he frustratedly sighs, standing and gesturing in frustration.

"no. you're not listening to me! you're not being fair! I want to communicate with you, but I can't like this. it's fucking stupid," he tries to convey, and the both of you fear that the argument has reached its boiling point.

"it's literally like you don't even care."

alex pauses for a minute before his voice falls flat. it's almost devoid of emotion. you know you're wrong for accusing him of ulterior motives, but he takes it farther as his socked feet storm away, "maybe I don't!"

you're left to cry in your hands. alex tries to bury his face into the pillows as if that'll numb the sorrow, but the tears slip out anyways.

7:40 p.m. - Bedroom

your knuckles rap softly against the wood of the door, "...can i come in?"

you know you both look like shit when alex clicks open the lock and reveals himself. his eyes are red, nose sniffling and he just looks devastated. his eyes linger on the rawness of your lips from the constant tugging. he steps back to sit at the edge of the bed.

it's a relief to the both of you to see the urge to be connected swimming around teary eyes. you sit close, but alex takes initiative to scoot closer. for a moment you both just leech of each other's body head.

your boyfriend swallows deeply as his eyes look curiously around the room before landing in you; he sighs and brushes his thumb against the back of your hand.

"i-i'm sorry. really, i've been such a mess and i shouldn't have reacted like that."

"but I never wanted you to feel like i don't appreciate you. or care about you," your throat constricts. "please don't feel that way, i love you so much and i love being with you."

alex nods as your fingers lace together, "i know, babe, i know..."

"i really want to make more time for us. to do things, i can't deal with this guilt knowing i'm pushing you farther away just for some fucking videos or streams or whatever. you're more important to me than that," his lips twitch before developing into a small smile. "i love having you here by my side. you help me so much..."

the both of you look at each other and you weren't aware of the magnetism that automatically drew you both closer together. you murmur how much you love him and his eyes search yours for a hint of lie; but you're all truth as you peer up at him.

alex's lips crash against yours with a soft whine, pawing to pull you closer as you both pant, "te amo, no quiero que te olvides. te amo."

it's so needy and desperate and yet it feels so fucking right. the urge of connection turns into heady passion that courses through your veins.

"let me fuck you, let me make it up to you," he groans into your neck as he sucks a dark mark. "please, baby."

who could say no to makeup sex?

[kitasgloves]

SUNA RINTARO is aware of how mean he can get. He knows that he has a potty mouth. He's creative with insults and revels in getting under people's skin. He isn't technically considered the kindest guy in the room but he wasn't heartless. His moral compass wasn't fucked up. His personality of a nosy and sarcastic middle blocker gained him a reputation.

He wasn't sure how you found him yet here you are, capturing both his attention and heart. You combated his backhanded insults with clever rebuttals that rendered him speechless. You matched his sarcasm like no other. You handled his nosiness like an expert. And holy shit Suna thinks, it's impossible to not going to gain feelings for you.

You taught Suna how to be patient. His relationship with you made him realize that he's capable of being a romantic, something he found ridiculous back then. He wouldn't have imagined holding hands while walking down the street, kissing in sidewalks, dates at the park, cuddling under the stars, and falling asleep with you in the same bed. You made Suna believe that he couldn't live a life without you.

But then again, Suna was mean. On the other side of those sweet romantic moments were bitter ones. Another thing with Suna was that he's prideful. He has the need to prove that he's right and to justify his actions. He's petty enough to hurl personal insults at you during an argument. His tone is venomous and passive aggressive, he never shouts at you. But there's an underlying tone of maliciousness that can't get over your head. Suna thinks it's normal for couples to have arguments and that he doesn't have to worry about upsetting you.

However, when he throws you a foul comment about an insecurity of yours, he sees the flash of hurt within your eyes and his heart stops. You always tried to be the bigger person during arguments, often trying to de-escalate the situation and take every jab from Suna because you know it wouldn't be mature to insult him back. But now, it begins to sting.

Suna falls silent, racking his brain for the right words to say. But he's too late, your eyes are already wet.

"What the hell, Rintaro?"

The ache in your voice delivered a dagger through his chest. Suna knew he fucked up the moment you turn away and walk out the door. For once, he regrets having a shitty personality. It's rare enough for someone to tolerate his behavior, and it was you. But he has hurt you all because of his stupid pride.

He begins to think of the horrors. You returning only to collect your things in his apartment and end your relationship with him. His blood went cold thinking about it. Suna thought about being replaced by somebody else, then his blood went hot. When his emotions blocked all logical thought, that's when he realizes that he has lost.

You and Suna didn't speak for days, he granted you some space. When you text him to finally talk, he has never jumped up from his bed faster in his entire life. He meets you by your favorite spot at the fountain at the park, where you both shared your first kiss.

When Suna saw you as he approaches, his chest grows tight. He thinks you're going to break up with him, it seemed inevitable considering the shit he has done. As he stops in front of you, you offer him a tiny smile.

"Hey"

"Hi"

There was silence. Suna was unsure if he should be the one speaking. He has never felt this scatterbrained in his life.

"Rin, I'm sorry I walked away that time"

What the fuck? Suna wasn't stupid to know you shouldn't be the one apologizing. One more thing about Suna is that he horrible with apologies. He rarely said sorry for the shit he did. God, he's such a dick. He's the one who insulted you yet you come back to say sorry. He thinks that you pushed back to he hurt in hopes to fix what happened between you and him. Suna felt like a total asshole.

"No, [Name]. You shouldn't be apologizing"

"...You're so mean sometimes, Rin"

"I'm always mean, even to you babe"

"Yeah, you hurt me real bad"

"I know, I...I'm sorry"

"I still love you Rin no matter how shitty you get"

"You're the only one I know that does that"

Suna suddenly feels small when you walk up to him with an embrace. He lets himself melt in your arms. He closes his eyes and soaks in your warmth. He can't believe he almost lost you, he couldn't bear to experience it again.

"I'm sorry for being a dick, [Name]"

"Don't tell me you're going to cry"

"I'm not! Are you trying to be mean to me right now?"

"Just a little payback that's all"

Suna laughs. Oh, he adores you so much. And he knows he's your big meanie.

[kairiscorner]

For the I/atsv drafts:

14!

well hello hello again @sabcandoit >:) CONSIDER IT DONE !!

so imagine,

the atsv babes: when you lose your glasses

miles would probably see you at school as always, walk up to you and greet you a good morning, only to have you looking around, confused and restless, as you're muttering to a locker. "hey," he'd begin in the not-so-rizzing-up way and smile at you with his big, sweet smile as he looks at your back that's turned to your fidgety figure. "oh, hi miles." you say as you look at a mop erected on a clean up bucket by the janitor's closet. miles chuckles as he turns you around gently and holds you by the shoulders. "hey, quit playin', i'm over he--oh." he said in two starkly different tones as he sees your confused expression, your eyes seeming a lot smaller without those glasses that framed your cute face. you squinted to get a better look at miles, and you finally realized it was him. "oh, a cute baby deer is in front of me, i walked into a mystical forest, not school." you joked, and miles chuckled. "lost your glasses again?" he asked, to which you sighed and nodded. miles chuckled yet again, he loved you a lot, but you had a tendency to be a little scatterbrained. "oh, what would you do without me, chiquita?" he teased you as you pouted. he opened his locker, where there were photos of you two decorating the back of his locker's door, and with some of your stuff with him; notebooks, folders, pencil cases and books, and of course, your spare glasses if you ever lost your main pair. he handed them to you with a slight eyebrow raise and pout to match your expression. "for you, mi amor." he gestured so gallantly as you playfully rolled your eyes. "you practicing your spanish on me because of our test later, or because you want to impress me?" you quizzed him as you put on your glasses, him laughing a little at your bluntness. "come on, can't your boyfriend call you his one and only, linda?" he asked you sweetly as he took your hand. "you look really pretty with your glasses on, and even when they're off... i can't take my eyes off you."

gwen would have thought that a few lowlife bullies stole your glasses when she caught you in between periods at the hallway, wandering about, your hand extended in front of you slightly as you tried to weave your way through the crowd. gwen rushed over to you, knowing how bad your eyesight was, she was worried you'd bump into someone or something. she took your hand as she called your name, and you stopped. recognizing that voice, you turned your head to look at a fuzzy image of light blonde hair with light blue blobs on a face that looked distortedly concerned. "oh, hey gwinny." you said awkwardly, hoping it was gwen. "hi, where, uh, where are your glasses?" she asked you, to which you laughed nervously at that, scratching your cheek all the while, trying to come up with the right way to say it. "i... left them at home." you admitted. gwen sighed. "this is the, what, third time this month?" she asked as she held on to you tighter. you chuckled again. "ah, fourth time, actually." you corrected her as she shook her head and cracked a smile. "you can still read my handwriting, right?" "takes a while to register since you write your 'b's and 'p's so similarly, but i can manage. thanks, gwinny." you thanked her as she playfully hit your arm and smiled. "you owe me a tutoring session tonight for this."

pav would not have realized you needed glasses until he noticed how close you were to the papers that were posted on the bulletin board when he came up to you. "whatcha reading?" he'd ask you as he crept up towards you, and you'd've yelped a little in surprise, unsure who was in front of you until you saw a blurry shape of his signature hair. "now either it's spider man or it's just you, pav." you remarked sarcastically as pav grinned at you. "come on, don't kid around, you know it's me! spider man's not as dashing as i am, you know." he said. "sorry, you're just really blurry right now." you muttered as you rubbed your eyes. he tilted his head to the side. "blurry? wait... do you need glasses?" he asked, to which you perked up and looked at his direction. "...yeah." pav nodded as he leaned closer towards you. "well that explains why you keep leaning over to my side when we're in class, copying notes." he said as he brushed your hair off your face and smiled radiantly at you. "i've got you, though. i'll be by your side all day, i'll help you out as much as you need me to!" he beamed. "man, i really do wanna see you in glasses, though. bet you'd look super cute in them, and, oh, to have me pushing them up on your face when they're about to fall off..." he teased you as you blushed and pouted at him. "in your dreams, prabhakar." you spat at him as he chuckled.

hobie would have been slightly confused as you kept looking at the ground as you walked, and hastily looked up and around, waving your hands around as you tried to tread your way through the rows of people walking past you. he rushed over to you, concerned about what might've come over you. "you alright? you seem a little uncomfy." he asked you with a tone of slight worry as you looked up at the tall boy, making out a blurry image of his wicks and his dark skin as he placed his hand on your shoulder. "oh, don't tell me you got your lenses nicked off you." he said with a small smirk. you shook your head. "they weren't nicked, just... i lost them last night, and now i have to get replacements." you said with a sad sigh. hobie chuckled. "what's your eye grade?" he asked as he took your hand in his own larger ones. you blushed at the touch but cleared your throat to answer him. he nodded and smirked wider. "y'know, you could get yourself some replacements, go ahead, it's your personal liberty; but i'd... i'd like to make you some custom frames, courtesy of your beloved hobart. what do you say?" he asked as he leaned closer to you. "i'd... like that a lot." you admitted. "wonderful. now, let me make sure you don't stumble over your own cute little feet." he said as he lifted you up and carried you in a bridal style manner, out of concern you might bump into someone or something, of course.

a/n: HOBIE AND MILES KAKSKDJDJDKDFHFOFNFJDKKSNDKDLD

tags !! @k4tsu3 @pixqlsin @luvstarrstruck @fictarian

[cliffbar-booth]

FANTASIES (rewritten)

ight. i restalked my own page and HOLY shit it was so bad. i've improved as a writer and i felt the need to rewrite everything. that's all!!!

it's a little snub idfk the word count is 462

ermmmm tags @makeyoumine69 (that's kinda it 💀)

fic inspired by: WEST COAST - LANA DEL REY

summary: you happen to zone out while in Patrick's office. you were listening to his rambles, not paying attention. your daydreams however, aren't of day to day things. (or maybe they are wink wink nudge nudge)

As I sat in Patrick's office, on the plush but stiff bone colored sofa, him at his desk, scribbling who knows what on papers, he spoke to me. About... well, I don't know. It was scatterbrained yet slow at the same time, very subtly shifting topics like he was trying not to get distracted. After a while of listening, my eyes panned down unconsciously, unfocused. My thoughts wandered from things like what'd I'd get for dinner, to whether I had time to watch a movie tonight.

I noticed he had bruise to the right of his thyroid cartilage, or the area around his adam's apple. i grew curious as to how he'd gotten it. was he hit by another? was his intercourse a little physical than normal? that irked me. i began to fantasize, thinking of different ways he'd gotten it. i'd been thinking so hard about this that instead of random women, it shifted to him fucking me. i imagined his hands all over my chest, his large, rough, but not calloused hands gripping my tits almost angrily, his teeth pressing into my neck, leaving marks as his cock slipped in and out of my pussy, over and over and over again. i didn't pay attention to anything other than my fantasy.

i'd also imagined another scenario, where we were in his office. maybe the chick he might've fucked was in the office before me, and that the bruise was recent. i played it out in my head. his palm over my lips, my eyebrows furrowed, my skirt still on, but my shirt partially unbuttoned, slipping down as his other hand was under my bra, massaging my tits like before. i was cockwarming him, but every now and then, he'd shift himself or move his hand from my breast and move me, causing me to moan into his hand. if he wasn't touching me, his hand that wasn't covering anything would go to work on either my pussy, or just his work in general. you could never predict him.

my pussy fluttered from under my white panties and dark grey skirt.

"and i just never understood why Evelyn was so strict with me.. she just- Y/N?"

i blinked as i heard a loud snapping in front of my face. his hand was in front of my face. i jumped a little.

"Y/N, get back on planet fucking earth please, it'd make my day." he growled, annoyed.

"i'm sorry- i uhm-" what in fuck's name would i say to cover up what i was doing?

"you were zoning out, i know. kinda obvious."

okay then, well at least he didn't know what i was thinking about.

"pretty weird shit though, you were biting your lip and everything."

i'm so fucked.

[bloodbladesanddemons]

DO YOU HAVE A HEADCANNONS OF THE HANTENGU CLONES???!!

I guess it depends on which au I'm working on haha!!

I'm developing a ton for the Modern au right now cause it's plaguing my mind.

But I do have plenty for the Fantasy au and my normal story as well!!

Sorry if this is a shorter answer to your question but I don't wanna drop a thesis on you.

But for now, I'll give you a small taste with a headcanon I have for Aizetsu in my normal story...

His behavior is more than meets the eye. Yes, he's the manifestation of Hantengu's sadness but with that emotion usually comes two others. Apathy and narcissistic guilt. If you notice Aizetsu rarely shows sadness towards his own actions, but from the actions of others. This mindset comes from the deepest parts of Hantengu's mentality, that being, "I am not at fault. You are." So Aizetsu calling Genya weak is basically saying, "I'm sad you're not strong because I am far from being as weak as you." There is a lack of emotional connection in his words as well which is where the apathy comes into play. He's not sad or mourning with you when it comes to personal things, he's sad because he doesn't care. So in short, Aizetsu could care less about you or your personal issues. Hence why in my story, he doesn't necessarily belittle Chizue but he does often remind her of how weak she is. He doesn't trust her until way further on in my story and sees her mainly as food that is more or less being used until she has no further purpose. He does show more empathy when Sekdio starts getting feelings for her cause as I've explained before, yes they're clones, but they're tied to Hantengu and he's the one that is falling for Chizue. So they all feel that prompting/change.

However, Aizetsu does have a soft spot for the values that are still upheld by the people. Prayers and worship of the gods. I do think that does make him emotional.

Sorry for the scatterbrained rambling but, yeh...I have headcanons lol

Thanks for the ask!!

[scarletsaphire]

There wasn’t anything Valerie wanted to do less on a warm August day than listen to her dad talk business with the Fenton freaks, but since she didn’t have much of a choice, she might as well make the most of it. She can get some enjoyment out of messing with Danny, and he seems so nervous about the weird hole in the basement wall. It’s just harmless fun, right?

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My second fic for @phicphight! This one is a prompt fill for @kinglazrus and @heartbeatslows. The prompts it fills will be at the bottom under the fic.

Valerie knew she was an important person. She was smart, and pretty, and more importantly, she was popular. All of those things meant that she had a dozen better things to do during one of her last weeks of summer vacation than follow her dad around. Unfortunately for her, sneaking out to a party at midnight got her grounded, and now he wouldn't let her out of his sight. So while all of her friends were at the mall or the park, she was here. At the Fenton's residence.

She definitely didn't see the point in her being here, but even her fathers goal was a mystery. The Fenton's were famous for being crazy and weird, with their stupid jumpsuits and van and house. Their kids were better, but not by much. She didn't know Jasmine all that well, other than being the name on every spelling bee championship trophy in the middle school, but Valerie did know Danny. They'd been in the same class for years, after all. It didn't mean that she liked him at all. He was weird, just like his parents were. That's why he hung out with the other weirdos, far away from Valerie and her friends.

Her dad didn't seem to understand any of that, because here she was, sitting on their weird, lumpy couch, pointedly not meeting Danny's eyes, while her dad talked technological nonsense with the jumpsuit clad freaks. Exactly what she wanted to do on a Thursday afternoon.

Jack wasn't currently showing off a pile of scrap he was referring to as the Fenton Thermos. "With this bad boy, any spook in sight will be sucked up and locked away, never to be seen or heard from again!" He exclaimed, pointing the cylinder in every direction as if it was some kind of weapon. "It's not functional yet, but when it is they'll be sorry!"

Valerie's dad nodded politely, just as he had done for the past thirty minutes. "That truly is fascinating, Mr. Fenton, but as I said before, I am here on business. You contacted Axion Labs about a new security scanner design?"

"Oh, yes!" Maddie said. "The Fenton Scanner! I had nearly forgotten we'd installed that in the OPs Center!"

"Just like you've forgotten the last six times he's mentioned it," Valerie muttered under her breath.

"Yes, well, I'm here to see it."

"Yes, of course! We are just so scatterbrained today, isn't that right dearest?"

Jack nodded. "It has been a rough few days, what with the portal not working and everything, but-"

"Well, that truly is tragic," Damon interrupted. "Hopefully, Axion can make your day with a new contract. For the Fenton Scanner, which I still need to see."

"Oh of course!" Maddie said, standing from the chair she'd been sitting in. "We can lead the way." She made her way to the stairs, pausing briefly behind the couch. "You two just hang out here while we give Mr. Damon the whole tour, okay?"

"A tour really isn't necessary, Mrs. Fenton," Damon replied hurriedly, but Jack cut him off with an arm around his shoulder.

"Nonsense! You are a guest in our home, and you should be treated to the famous Fenton Hospitality!" Jack said, steering Damon to the stairs.

Valerie looked up from her nails for the first time in ten minutes. "Daddy, please don't leave me here!"

Damon shot her an apologetic look over Jack's shoulder. "I'll be down in a few minutes, sweetheart. I know you can find something to talk about until I'm back." With that, he was led up the stairs, Maddie following close behind.

The silence sat thick and awkward for a few moments before Danny broke it. "So, how about-"

Valerie cut him off instantly with a raised hand mere inches from his face. "Don't talk to me. Freak."

"I am not a-"

"Oh you totally are, don't even try that. I mean, look at this place," Valerie gestured at the entire house. "Only freaks and nutjobs live in places like this. You're just lucky you didn't get the nutjob from your parents too."

"They aren't nutjobs!" Danny protested again, stronger than before.

Valerie leveled her gaze at him. "Really? They spend all that time building a glorified soup carrier that doesn't even work, and they aren't nutjobs?"

"Some of their inventions work..."

"Like what? The 'Fenton Scanner' my dad's contractually obligated to look at? The failure of a portal they mentioned?"

"That's not fair," Danny mumbled. "You haven't even seen the portal."

Valerie stood and put her hands on her hips in one fluid, practiced motion. "Then show me."

"I- But we're really not supposed to-"

"What, not supposed to show off wannabe inventions to people with common sense?"

Valerie could see the way Danny's jaw set as he stood up too. "Fine then."

Valerie smirked to herself as she followed Danny down the basement stairs. Sure, goading someone like this wasn't nice, but it was fun, and it wasn't like hurting Danny's feelings mattered any. It was just something to pass the time.

She did regret it once she reached the bottom of the stairs. Val had seen plenty of villain lairs in movies, and with the metal flooring and walls, piles of gears and gizmos piled haphazardly on desks, and the large, ominous hole in the wall on the opposite side, she felt like she'd walked directly onto a movie set.

Danny had only walked a few steps into the room before stopping and turning around, so Val stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "There, you've seen the portal. Are you happy now?"

Valerie peered over Danny's shoulder back at the hole in the wall. She assumed that's what he was talking about, but while it was definitely creepy as hell, it definitely wasn't a portal. "I mean, unless it's a portal to some dirt and rocks, I stand by what I said."

"It's not-" Danny took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his voice. "It doesn't just go into the ground. It has a back and everything."

"It sure doesn't look it," Valerie replied. "It just looks like a mess." She was right; now that her eyes had adjusted more to the dim light of the basement, she could see wires running along the ground of the portal, panels hanging by loose screws, and different colored scrap metal lining the walls. "I'm surprised your house hasn't burnt down yet."

"It's safe."

"Yeah?" Valerie said, raising her eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"Then prove it. Go inside."

Danny hesitated. "I don't really think I should."

"Yeah, because it's a fire hazard, just like the rest of this place. I'm getting out of this death trap."

Valerie had just enough time to make it one single step up before Danny replied. "Fine. Fine! I'll go in there." Valerie turned back around to meet his eyes. "Only on the condition that if I do, you'll stop badmouthing me and my family." Danny's hand was stretched out in front of him, clearly intended for her to shake on the deal.

Valerie took the hand, making as little contact as she could. "Deal." She didn't actually intend to honor that deal, but he didn't need to know that. Besides, if he tripped or something, it would be fun to tell the rest of the A-Listers about. Provided she was willing to admit she'd taken even one step into Fentonworks.

She'd just decided that she'd only tell them if it was really funny when Danny had pulled a jumpsuit on, matching his parents in all but color. It even had his dad's stupid face stuck on the front, and Valerie couldn't help but laugh at it. Danny pulled it off immediately, but the bright red flush on his cheeks didn't fade.

Valerie followed behind Danny at a distance, stopping a good few feet away from the mouth of the machine. It was larger than she thought it was, and with the wires hanging off the roof, she couldn't shake the image of a gaping mouth out of her head. Danny was clearly just as trepidatious as she was, but with one glance back at her, he crossed the threshold of the portal.

Danny's footsteps echoed off of the metal floor, ringing out far louder than they should have. One after the other, he walked further into the portal, until all at once they ceased and time seemed to slow down. He'd tripped, just like Valerie had been hoping for. He'd tripped, and his hand went back to catch himself, and the click of a button resounded far louder than the footsteps ever had. Time seemed to fall down to a standstill as Danny turned around to look at her, eyes wide with fear, and she felt her own opening to match.

The whirring of electricity grew louder, deafeningly loud, and Valerie opened her mouth to try and say something, even though she didn't know what. Whatever it was never came, because in the next instant, the portal flooded with green swirling energy and light, blinding in the near darkness, and Danny's echoing, piercing scream erased every thought Valerie might have had.

She didn't know how long she stood there. She didn't know how long she stared into the bright green, but it had to have been a while because every time she blinked the imprint of the portal was overlaid on her eyelids. She didn't know how long his screams echoed. She didn't know when the screaming finally stopped, only that it didn't stop bouncing around her brain over and over and over again.

She did know when a silhouette appeared in the green, if only because it was something different. Her heart jumped into her throat as whatever it was shuffled through the green, the outline becoming more defined as it came closer and closer to breaking free from the barrier of the portal. Valerie took one step back, but her feet wouldn't cooperate. She stumbled over her own ankle, falling back to the metal floor. She swallowed the yelp of pain; she didn't want to get the attention of whatever the thing in the portal was.

Valerie reached backwards, pulling herself further backwards. Her back hit metal with a soft thud, the contents of the desk falling to the ground with a crash. She needed to keep backing away, but her legs wouldn't move and the thing was getting closer. She wasn't going to be able to get up and run before the thing made it all the way out.

She grabbed one of the piles of junk that fell off the table, a hunk of something with exposed wires on one side. It didn't look like anything she recognized, but that didn't stop her from holding it back over her shoulder, poised to throw the moment she got a clear shot.

It emerged from the portal with the same shambling pace it had moved through the portal with. Valerie let the pile of junk fly, but the thing ducked, falling to the floor underneath it. She watched it in terror as she fumbled for whatever else she could get her hands on.

The thing was... oddly familiar. She recognized the style of the hair, and the pattern on the jumpsuit, and the shape of its face. If it wasn't for the weird colors if it wasn't for the fact that she had just heard him die she would've thought it was Danny.

He didn't get up.

Valerie grabbed the pile of junk her hand had landed on and climbed back to her feet on shaky legs. With the thing held over her shoulder (she could've sworn this was just a baseball bat, but considering that it was down here, she didn't trust that) she made her way cautiously towards the probably not Danny.

The closer she got, the less sure she was that it wasn't him. The similarities weren't just a trick of the distance; every single thing looked the same, just as if someone had given him a paint job. By the time she was standing directly over him, she was almost certain that it was, in fact, Danny Fenton.

Valerie did the only logical thing she could think of. "Are you alive?" she hissed, nudging his shoulder with the tip of her shoe. At least, she tried to nudge him. Her foot met no resistance, and her foot passed clean through his shoulder and into his neck before she drew it back with a start.

She dropped back down to her knees. Maybe this was just a hallucination of some kind. It made some sort of sense, probably, but when she reached out with her hand to check again, she met flesh. Cold, clammy flesh.

"Oh my god he's dead," she muttered.

As if to prove her wrong, Danny moved, curling further into himself. Valerie jumped back again, watching as he rubbed at his own eyes before opening them. Their glow matched the portal behind him.

"What happened?" he croaked out as soon as he looked at Valerie. 

"Damn if I know," she replied. She was surprised by how steady her voice came out. "But hopefully it never happens again."

"Are you okay?" Valerie didn't see him climb to his feet. One moment he was on the ground, and the next he was standing upright.

"You are definitely not the one who should be asking that," Valerie replied. "Have you seen yourself?"

Danny looked at her blankly for a moment, before going to some device on the side of the room. Valerie could tell the exact moment he saw his own reflection, as his hand went up to his face and hair. "What the fuck."

"Yeah," Valerie agreed. "What the fuck."

There was a flash of white light, and when Valerie could open her eyes again, Danny was still standing at the machine, this time with his normal black hair and blue eyes and the same white jumpsuit he'd walked into the portal with.

"Um." Danny turned back around to look at her. "I think we should keep this a secret."

Valerie nodded. "Yeah. I think we should." This time she fully intended to keep her promise.

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Prompts:

kinglazarus - Roleswap. A significant character in the show is replaced with someone else. How does this change things? (ex., someone else is the Red Huntress instead of Valerie, or Tucker's dad is the English teacher instead of Lancer)

heartbeatslow - Valerie Gray finds herself.

[obsessed2fics]

~ Doctor's Plan ~

Agent Stone x (f) reader

Part four {the masterlist}

Warnings: none

Word count: 14k

Agent Stone was putting his plans into action one by one without being noticed. First, he successfully made others take Doctor Robotnik's control gloves out from where they were kept, and reach his own hand. After about a month, he became the owner of the cafe with the idea given by Y/N. He had no remorse for what he did to the staff or Karen, they all deserved what they got. Especially Karen.

The only person left with Stone was a scatterbrained guy, named Brayden. While Stone was busy implementing his plans on the other side of the cafe, he needed someone to run other errands in the cafe during the day, and Brayden was quite suitable for the job.

Yes, he was getting more tired than before, but he wasn't going to stop until everything was complete. Also, he had some peace of mind because he was able to ensure Y/N's safety along with all of this.

When he got home from work, he did almost nothing except rest and play with Sylvester. Y/N was helping Stone out with the chores until all this restoration chaos passed. In fact, she was used to being in a different place and hanging out at the house all the time. It was good for her to stay away from school, her students, her friends and their problems. She found more time to spare and get to know herself. And Stone of course... They didn't chat much in the evenings or in the mornings when she was awake. But still, everything was fine.

For she eased the load on him, Stone would make her a different coffee almost every evening that he thought she might like, thus silently expressing his gratitude.

It was another one of those evenings, while Y/N was checking her emails on her phone, Stone was busy making her that evening's coffee special.

"Stone?!" Y/N called out as she whirled around in her chair towards Stone. But her eyes were still on the phone screen.

"Yes?" he replied. Unlike Y/N's tone, his was quite calm.

"Did you hack my email?! And send a resignation mail to the school?! Without asking me?!"

He could feel Y/N getting angrier with every question she asked, and that was something he could tell from her tone of voice.

"Uh... Actually I didn't hack your email. You should change your password to a stronger one."

"Answer my questions!"

"Yes, yes, I did... And I sent an email on your behalf. I know I should've ask you first but I forgot in all my busyness. Sorry." he said as he placed the coffee cup in front of Y/N. His eyes were fixed on hers.

Y/N asked before tearing her eyes away from his and turning to her coffee. Her voice was more exasperated than angry. "Why?"

"'Cause you're not going back there soon."

"You don't need to remind me this every single time." she said and rolled her eyes. "And by the way, my password is creative."

"Replacing some letters with numbers isn't that creative."

"It is." she said, putting an end to her argument with him. "Ugh! I wish I could at least inform my friends about this situation."

She took another sip of her coffee and continued grumbling. "It's been a month! I'm sure they're freak out with curiosity by now. What's your suggestion about this, Mr. Genius?"

Stone came forward in the chair he was leaning on. "Call them." he said pushing her phone towards her which was sitting on the table. "Here. You can tell them you're on vacation."

"Uh-huh, and they start questioning immediately." she replied sarcastically. Then she took a deep breath. "It doesn't work."

"You can figure it out right now." he said, looking right into her eyes.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and hesitantly picked up the phone. She put the phone on speaker while calling them.

"Girl, why haven't you called or texted us for weeks? What's going on?" they said as soon as they answered the phone.

"Uh... Nothing. I'm just went on vacation. That's all."

"Cut the bullshit! You wouldn't go on vacations, even if we forced you to. Besides, we learned that you resigned from your job! What's wrong, Y/N? Are you in trouble? You can tell us, you know that." they said.

They sounded worried and didn't believe what she was saying.

"Guys, I'm really on vacation. I'm not even in New York. And I'm fine, I swear." she tried to reassure them. It was true that she wasn't in New York, but she wasn't sure if it was a vacation for her or not.

"Where are you exactly? One of us will get there."

"Uh..." she paused for a few seconds. She was trying to make up a lie. Just then, Stone came to help her and spoke into the phone.

"She's with me and safe."

"Who the hell are you?" they all said at the same time.

"I'm... her boyfriend ." said Stone. One corner of his lip turned upward for a moment.

Y/N blinked in surprise and suddenly looked at him. "What the fuck?" she said quietly, only moving her lips.

In response, Stone put on a sheepish expression and shrugged silently. He leaned back and took a big sip of his coffee. It was a lie he told for a moment to save the situation. Actually, if he thought about it a little, it wouldn't be bad at all if it happened. But he wasn't ready to think about it yet.

"What?!? How?! Y/N? Is he telling the truth?" they asked in astonishment.

"Uh, yeah... This actually happened months ago, I was just waiting to make sure this whole thing was sorted out…" she lied. She didn't like lying to her friends. While her threatening gaze was still on Stone, she brought the thumb of her free hand towards her own throat and dragged it as if to say 'I'm gonna kill you '.

"Wow, girl! Congrats! Everyone is shocked right now. So, where are you two? In LA or...?"

"We're…" Y/N started the sentence. It was as if she looked around to find a lie somewhere.

"World tour." whispered Stone.

"on a world tour actually. We both resigned from our jobs to spend more time together." Y/N continued. She let out a quiet but deep breath.

"Aww, that's so sweet."

"Yeah..." she agreed. She stood up from where she was sitting as she turned off the speaker of the phone and put it to her ear. She was pacing back and forth around the table.

"What's his name by the way? Is he good looking?" one of them asked.

"His name is Aban. And -"

Another interrupted Y/N. "Is he hot?"

Y/N stopped pacing and looked Stone up and down. "I think he is..." she answered the question with a hidden smirk on her face.

At that moment, Stone was looking at Y/N with his eyes wide in surprise. Because he had no idea how she learned his name. He hadn't paid much attention to what was said after hearing his name from Y/N's mouth.

Moments later, Y/N let out a loud, exaggerated sigh as she hung up the phone and sat back in the chair. Stone was still looking at her with questioning eyes as she finished her almost cold coffee in one big gulp.

"What?"

"How do you know my name?" asked Stone. He was leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"Lucky guess." she said with a wink.

Although Stone was a little impressed by her attitude, he was insistent on learning the truth. "You know I'm not an idiot, Y/N." he said, raising one eyebrow.

"I know." Y/N agreed. She was trying hard not to laugh at that moment. She enjoyed pushing Stone to his limits.

"I can wait all night."

"You can't. You have to go to work in the morning."

Stone leaned back, still staring at her. "You're just like your father." he said. He knew Y/N didn't like being compared to her father and used this card to make her give up. Plus they really looked alike...

Y/N reacted as if she had been insulted. She slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and leaned towards him. "Take it back!"

Stone shook his head. He was starting to enjoy this situation.

 

Y/N, on the other hand, gave up after remaining in the same position for a while longer. She pulled back and looked at the ceiling, and then her gaze found him again. "Ugh! Okay! I saw your ID. I can't give you any more details, sorry."

"See? It's not that hard." said Stone, with a certain triumphant grin on his face. He could be satisfied with the information he received.

"Now, you tell me, WHAT WAS THAT THING YOU SAID TO MY FRIENDS?!" she snapped.

"You needed a lie to make them stop questioning you. So I helped. You're welcome."

"You could've found another lie..."

"Believe me, none of them would be as effective." he said. "And you can think of it as a vacation rather than being held captive."

Y/N turned her gaze forward and sighed deeply. Stone was right, she would be here for an unknown amount of time, and it would be best for her to think of it as a vacation and relax.

"At least, I wanna go out." she muttered to herself, but Stone heard her. He didn't want to restrict her freedom and put her in a difficult situation. He felt like he had crossed the line between ensuring her safety and captivity.

"How about coming to the cafe tomorrow?" he came up with an idea. "I'd like you to see the final look."

"I haven't even seen it in its first look." Y/N chimed in. "Okay. I'll come."

"Great!"

The next morning, Y/N woke up to her cat licking her face. While she was petting him and playing with him, her cat was trying to lick and bite her at every opportunity. She lowered him onto the bed from above herself and stood up. It was her turn to sleep in the bedroom. She took her clothes out of the closet, left them on the bed, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her cat.

There was no sound from Stone, he must've been asleep. She filled her cat's food and water bowls, taking care not to make too much noise. Hearing the sound of food spilling, Sylvester immediately ran into the kitchen. He was snuggling against Y/N's legs as a thank you, an action that always brought a smile to Y/N's face.

After taking a quick shower and leaving, she felt wide awake. She got dressed in the bathroom but didn't dry her hair. She left the bathroom with the towel in her hair and went towards the bedroom. She paused for a while at the doorstep when she encountered a sight she never expected.

"I almost thought you were sleeping in a suit." Y/N said, voicing her thoughts out loud.

With a sudden reflex, Stone put back the pajama top he was about to take off. He was startled and surprised, but hid it with great skill and turned towards her.

 

"Even though they are comfortable, I can't say they are the best for sleep." he replied humorously.

Y/N just laughed lightly. Then, without stopping for long, she turned around and left the room. "Hurry up!" she called as she made her way down the corridor.

Stone understood the reason for her haste. She hadn't been out in weeks and he was kind of responsible for that.

After quickly getting dressed, he walked over to Y/N. At that time, Y/N was bending down on the ground, kissing and admonishing her cat. "Be good boy until mommy get back, okay my sweet baby?"

On the other hand, Sylvester escaped from her hands at the first opportunity and left her with an indifferent attitude.

When they walked out the door of the building, Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with fresh air. "I miss this."

Stone watched her silently for a while, and this image brought Doctor Robotnik to his mind. He would spend weeks without leaving the laboratory, without seeing sunlight, without breathing fresh air. When he finally went out, he would breathe in the air with great longing.

"This way." he said then showed her the way. "Not so far."

Y/N followed him silently. When they arrived near the cafe, Stone saw Sonic and Sheriff Wachowski from afar. He stopped and pointed to Y/N in their direction. "These two caused the doctor to disappear." he said with hidden anger in his voice.

Y/N stood and watched the strange duo in the distance for a moment. "He looks cute." she said, referring to Sonic.

"He's married." Stone immediately informed her, thinking she meant Tom. He glanced sideways at her as jealousy and confusion began to insidiously course through his veins.

Even though Y/N didn't see that look, she sensed his mood. She chuckled quietly. "I meant the hedgehog." she felt the need to correct herself.

While these words soothed Stone's jealousy, he wasn't happy that she thought Sonic was cute. But he didn't think much about it, because he had something else to worry about: why he was jealous of her...

It was early in the morning and a weekend so there weren't many people around. When they got inside, Y/N looked around, it was a simple but elegant place. From what she knew, the place reflected Stone. It felt warm, friendly and comfortable.

"This place is really nice." Y/N said as she looked around. "It doesn't feel like other cafes, it has a cozy feel. Like a home."

Upon this last sentence, Stone paused what he was about to do and turned his head towards her. "Thanks." he said with a smile on his face. "Wait till you see the other side of this place."

While Y/N looked at him with curious eyes, Stone did a few actions on the smartwatch on his wrist. Then the entire cafe began to change, quickly turning into a secret base.

"Wow…" Y/N reacted, not hiding her surprise. "I must admit, it's better than I expected."

Before the smile on Stone's face disappeared, Y/N's words added a new one. He wasn't used to compliments and being appreciated this much.

"It's not quite finished yet, actually... But I'm glad you like it."

Y/N studied the few robots and technologies around for a while. At first she had difficulty believing that all of these were her father's work, but when she saw them with her own eyes, she had a hard time hiding her admiration.

Had to give Stone his due, even though he didn't understand the mechanics as much as Robotnik, he was pretty good at the technology part. He added a lot of himself to the process of transforming the cafe into a secret base. He also didn't have all the robots yet, he had to somehow get them back from the government or add new ones himself. The second part was harder than the first part.

"So what's your next plan? There's no schedule left to follow." Y/N asked. She finished looking around and started examining Stone.

Y/N's question brought Stone out of his thoughts. "Um... I don't know yet. As you can see, most robots are missing. I have to make that up somehow." explained Stone.

"Maybe you could give yourself some time off." she made a suggestion.

"Maybe..." Stone simply repeated.

{New chapter is here!!! Thanks for your patience! I hope you like it! Part five will definitely come btw!}

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Wayward Waters Chapter 12

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Hello everyone! Chapter 12!

time to explore more of the world!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

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As expected I did wake up with the word Idiot on my forehead and a mustache drawn on me.

Though it was easily washed off before Yamet yelled that breakfast was done.

It consisted of eggs and thick slabs of bacon with some spices once again.

He really loved to use spices huh? But it was good.

Ronan stumbled in late, some rolled up papers in his arms,  probably maps from all over.

Did he find the one with Kamerasca?

“Sorry I'm late! I completely forgot that I did not sort my maps whatsoever!

…i may need help looking”

Of course, with how scatterbrained he was that was no surprise.

I'd help after I was done with breakfast.

Shoveling the rest of said breakfast into my mouth I followed Ronan, who simply grabbed his plate and took it with him, 

to a side room stuffed full of paper.

Not all of them were maps, a lot were his own observations on animals and plants and whatever else he found, including Imugi.

Worst of all was they were on the floor too and literally pouring out from shelves.

How in the fuck did he find ANYTHING in here?

Well considering the map was missing he didn't.

Yeah it would probably take hours, or even a day to find anything in here.

Suddenly Imik’s head popped in.

“You know, we should just ask to borrow one from someone else, besides are you SURE we even have one?”

Ronan stopped in the middle of shoving more of the paper into the shelves.

“Nope, no idea if we have it! 

Let's go to town and see if someone else has one!”

Better than sorting paper at least.

Ronan ran out the room past me and Imik and I slowly followed while they got their stuff.

Suddenly a little bag the size of my fist full of something heavy and clinking was tossed at me and I fumbled to catch it.

Opening it up I saw it was full of gold coins.

This was more than I ever had in my entire life, in one little bag!

Confused, I looked to Imik who had thrown it at me.

“You helped dive and get this on the ship, so that's yours! 

Besides, we're going to town! A little spending money will be fun!”

Oh so this was basically my cut from treasure diving! Nice!

Well if i was already here might as well get some souvenirs right?

Not like I could ever manage to rush these guys.

The front door slammed open and Jamie strutted in like an excited pigeon.

“GUYS! There's a ton of ships in Harbor right now! Let's go trade stuff!”

Huh, lots of ships meant lots of things from different places,  Now that was something to see!

I got dragged outside by Jamie who let go once we were out the door and jumped up to use Akeem’s arm as a sideways perch.

People with bird legs did not give a fuck about gravity huh?

Suddenly Akeem moved his arm,  tossing Jamie a good six feet up in the air and forward.

They laughed and landed perfectly, running ahead with the rapid, taptaptap of their legs against the ground.

Yamet yelled after them.

“JAMIE! Wait! Ah dammit they are gone”

Well, not like they'd get lost on the island right?

Besides, the rocky path to their abode was strewn with funnily shaped rocks, so finding it would be easy.

While walking to where more houses stood I took in the scenery as Yamet discussed what food to buy with Imik and Ronan, Akeem was picking up random rocks and tossing some away while keeping a few.

After a bend in the path around a rock we reached the first houses of the harbor area, where lots of ships were anchored.

Including the absolut big one whose silhouette I had seen yesterday evening.

In daylight the thing was even more intimidating.

The wood was painted black, save for what looked like to be some sort of metal ribcage that went over the outside of it,  making it look like a skeleton.

It didn't help that the rest of it was kept in similar color and style with dark gray sails.

Yep, no wonder ghostship stories existed.

The name on it read in a fancy red cursive.

Call Of The Damned

Well that was ominous, and they went full out on that aesthetic too.

Suddenly Ronan pointed at it.

“Hey! It's the Call Of The Damned! 

That means Cassidy is back! Let's ask him for a map!”

What.

THAT was this Cassidy guys ship? No wonder he was respected.

Being so distracted I ran face first into a door that was built into one of the large boulders, featuring a carved tree with Long roots.

“Watch where you're going! Also don't bother trying to open that,  it won't budge, believe me i've tried, maybe it's cursed or something”

I confusedly looked at the weird door again that Ronan had just called cursed, but before I could fully process this I was dragged along towards the ship that was way bigger than the Victory Rose and could hold my Ardua form like ten times over.

Though despite getting dragged a good ways the ship was all the way down at the harbor, and not just at one of the smaller docks either.

It was smackdab in the middle and tied to the biggest pier,  which wasn't even wood but stone.

Ronan ran ahead, leaving me and Akeem to follow as Yamet was off somewhere getting actual food for the ship and Jamie was who knew where anyway.

While walking after them at a fast pace I looked around as much as i could, finding that there were more than double the non humans than humans.

The only humans I really saw were doing some menial but fun things.

One with a brown short cloak and dark shaggy hair that went over his eyes was drawing a cat on the floor with chalk,  leaving spaces free for the surrounding children to color in.

The other human I saw had black curly hair with eye pattern hair pins and dark eyes framed by round glasses.

They were sitting on a swing and eating a fruit i had never seen before, the juice dripping on their mostly purple striped clothing aside from the black overall that seemed to have one strap broken and mismatched shoes, one being yellow and the other some soft pink

There was plenty of other things to see though!  

Like a tavern where a tall and horned being with curly brown hair was serving some tables, with the most unusual thing about them being that they had four arms total and as they turned around i could see they had four eyes as well with vertical pupils and ears that were as pointed as mine, though a good bit longer

Well made sense, like that one could hold more plates and the like with that many limbs.

Suddenly Imik grabbed me and yanked me down a narrower path I had almost run past, telling me to not get lost and look where I was going.

I just numbly nodded, oh I was looking,  just maybe not at the road and instead at everything else.

Hearing a clunk I looked up at one of the overhanging roofs,  seeing another person with four arms and a coat write something in a notebook before slinking off out of sight.

I got yanked by Imik slightly to the left and down another narrow road, nearly running into a tall woman with weird lavender colored skin and Blue hair with black scleras and pink irises whose fangs slightly poked out of her mouth.

She also had four arms, this was the third person i saw that had those, apparently they weren't as uncommon as i had originally thought.

Her pointy ears flicked in annoyance as i was dragged past her where i had to jump over the tail of a weird Birdlike person that was covered in purplish blue iridescent and black feathers who confusedly turned around, showing that their face had a blue and black pattern as well in the upper half and feathers instead of ears between darkish magenta hair.

Suddenly the houses gave way to a bigger space, which apparently was some sort of garden as there were Flowers and even two trees.

Something pink with dragonfly wings and humanoid shape flitted past, barely the size of my fist with some sort of flower as a dress?

Wait, was that a FAIRY?

Before I could get a better look though Ronan had grabbed me and was dragging me away, the fairy was nowhere to be seen.

“C’mon, don't dawdle, we got a map to get!”

Yeah, that's true, I wanted to get home as soon as possible even though this place was very interesting.

Slinking along behind some taverns and restaurants and whatever we had to walk around something that had a humanlike torso with reddish brown hair but the body of a green snake instead of legs which was rummaging through the trash.

That was a being I had actually heard about! 

A naga if memory served right.

Then finally we reached the more open beachside, with a little sandy area that contained some boulders that looked perfect to climb around.

Apparently the water was safe here as a good few people were swimming, including someone that looked to be half Orca with lots of scars scattered on their body and short dark hair that had a white streak.

Well of course a marine mammal would go swimming,  if this craziness was over i'd maybe go swimming too.

Though doing that in Kamerasca wasn't advised due to the large amount of crabs that would pinch any swimmers.

Along the beachside were a few stands and shops that sold who knew what.

On one of the awnings,  and denting it horribly, slept a curled up and pale, mammalian being with long ears and a catlike nose and short bluish tinted hair.

How the construct did not break was beyond me though,  but the people there didn't seem to be bothered by it.

Suddenly Ronan let go of me and ran yelling and waving both of his arms up the stone pier which up close looked more like an unfinished bridge to nowhere.

“CASSIDY! CASSIDY! HEY! WELCOME BACK!”

He ran past some people unloading boxes and crates and the like from the giant boat towards a dark skinned man that was wearing a coat not unlike the one Nemas had, though more a dark red than navy blue.

So that guy was Cassidy?  

“Come on, lets go and ask if he had a map, before Ronan talks his ear off about whatever”

I nodded at Imik and we walked past the people carrying stuff from the ship towards where Ronan was talking to Cassidy.

Getting closer I noticed that Cassidy was apparently human, and as he turned around his eyes showed an unnerving pale turquoise hue.

Which really was the only unusual part about him.

Ronan seemed to have informed him already as Cassidy waved politely at us.

And then ducked down as someone swung over him hanging from a rope and slammed straight into Ronan.

“WOOHOO! HEY RONAN!”

The rope snapped and the person ended up crash landing on top of the poor Ronan.

Man he just got healed yesterday! And that looked painful.

“Shalimar! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?!”

“Sorry dad!”

The young woman, Shalimar apparently, and Cassidy's daughter? 

Got up and then yanked Ronan into a standing position as well.

She was a good bit paler than her father with blonde hair and dark blue eyes, wearing a sleeveless leather vest that was tied together in the front haphazardly with a lighter blue undershirt and a blue sash, 

over which a belt was placed that was tied into a knot instead of having used the belt buckle.

She also had a sword that was attached to her greenish gray pants instead of the weirdly applied belt and the handle was partially under some pale fur pieces that seemed to just have been stuffed into the dark blue sash.

Around her lower arms was some sort of cloth covered arm guard,  like I had seen some archers have, just without the gloves.

At least Ronan didn't seem bothered by this chaotic happenstance and just let himself be hugged by the rather unhinged young woman.

Cassidy just looked displeased at her, which made me assume that this was not the first time that happened.

“Whatever, just don't kill anyone like that, because if you do it's your responsibility and im not going to help”

Shalimar just nodded and lifted Ronan up like he was a bag of flour and put him on one of the protruding rocks of the stone pier.

“Sure thing dad! I'll be careful!”

“Careful? You can't even tie your vest correctly! No wonder you never wear boots with shoelaces- gah!”

For that Comment Ronan got a punch in the gut, which made him fall over backwards into the water with a splash.

“Shalimar! Go get him out of there! and stop punching people you disagree with!”

She rolled her eyes but did as told, dragging Imik with her to help,  and leaving me alone with Cassidy.

Well, that was awkward.

Before I could say anything there was a familiar whistle click and suddenly Imugi jumped out of the water and up the side of the pier, spitting water at Cassidy and missing horribly.

He turned to me.

“I say we move from this spot a bit to talk,  who knows what happens next”

I did have to agree with that,  though I'd rather someone I know be with me right now.

He led me to the other side of the pier, to the end of it where a bench was placed in front of the drop to the ocean.

“So, Ronan said something about you being lost and needing a map?

At least from what i understood before my daughter drop kicked him”

“Uh, yeah, i was washed overboard during a storm and need to get back to Kamerasca seeing as i don't know where my friends are now”

He hummed and fiddled with the weird necklace he wore, which looked like a smaller version of those drinking vessels but the pointy end had a metal cap with a hole.

A horn if memory served correctly.

“Say what Ship were you on? 

If i see it when i go out again i can tell them you're okay”

That, well that was actually very nice of him.

“Oh, uh, the Ship was called Victory Rose, so if you-” “Victory Rose?! The one with captain Nemas?”

I blinked confusedly at him, he KNEW that ship and its captain?

“Ah, yes? He's got a tattoo on his face and told me to ignore the hardtack with the maggots”

Not exactly a fond memory.

Cassidy grabbed me and gently shook me much to my confusion.

“Say! How's that talkative son of a bitch doing? 

Does he still not have taste buds?”

Well now I was thoroughly confused, were they friends or something?

“Uhhh, well he seemed healthy, and put way too much fish in everything he eats, how do you know him anyway?”

He thankfully let go of me.

“Oh yeah, before he inherited the ship his gramps told him to work on someone else's ship, i guess the old man feared he'd be too soft or something, and we ended up on the same vessel and became friends”

Oh, that made sense, but before I could retort anything I heard a shrieky voice call down from above, reminding me somehow of a seagull.

Looking up it was a seagull, sort of.

If the Human features were anything to go by it was a Harpy.

“YO BOSS! BAD NEWS!”

The Harpy dived down headfirst and landed on the back part of the bench.

“Nymra! There you are! And what do you mean by bad news? 

I'm in the middle of something!”

The partially feathered face turned to me for a second before going back to ignoring me.

“That can wait! Because we got big problems!”

“Well then spit it out!”

“The pirates are banding together!”

Cassidy didn't seem to worried about that,  and i was pretty sure Rikaad said something about the maringand ships allying with pirates, so no surprise.

“Well that's nothing new, there's always some that bond together for more success, but that will fall apart soon like every time they realize they have to share with more people”

The Harpy, Nymra? Shook her head.

“Not this time, I counted at least a hundred ships! And i couldn't get close enough for long so the only thing i managed to hear was something about taking over, but no idea what they want to take over”

My blood froze, and Cassidy did too, TWO HUNDRED? 

Two hundred ships filled with pirates? 

And possibly the deserters of the Maringand army, 

if they were there they probably instigated it.

And they wanted to take something over…

OH FUCK!

“Cassidy! I think they are going to attack Kamerasca!”

He turned confusedly to me.

“Why do you think that boy?”

“A few weeks ago deserters of the maringand army went here because they didn't want to serve under the new queen,  after they lost a war to Kamerasca, I think they might want revenge.

And it wouldn't be beneath them to promise chunks of land to the pirates if they helped.

I think they are still pissed that we arrested their previous King and put his niece in charge while hes in jail for war crimes of basically every sort”

Cassidy's eyes went wide with Alarm.

“Well fuck, Nymra do you think there is time to send a messenger?”

Nmyra shook her head.

“Not really there aren't any islands between to rest so you'd have to take a ship, and that takes time, the weather in that area is going to go bad soon as well, so not till a few days from now.

Which would mean we'd be head to head with them”

Cassidy cursed loudly and waltzed back down the pier, barking orders to everyone in range.

Nymra herself gave me an apologetic look.

“Yeah, sorry about all of this, I'm sure Cassidy will find time for you later though, he always does! What did you even want from him? 

Well if the question isn't to invasive of course”

For a seagull adjacent being very polite.

“I got washed overboard and wanted to go back home, or back to the ship whatever turns out to be closer”

“What ship? I can fly, maybe I'll see it!”

Oh right, as a Harpy she was faster than a boat and could see further!

“The Victory Rose! Cassidy said he knows it” “Eyy! I know that one too! They sometimes meet up and get drinks!

One time I woke up on the wrong damn boat and had to fly for an hour to find the Call Of The Damned!”

Another reason to not try alcohol then.

“That must have been confusing”

“Oh it was! And I landed on the other two ships first to rest a little!”

Other two ships?

“Other ships? Does he have more than one?”

Nymra Nodded, 

swooshing open her wing towards the Call Of The Damned.

“Yeah! This one obviously! And two others! 

They are called Revenants Vestige and Bleeding Moon! My main job is scouting but I also just bring notes from one ship to the other!”

Well that would make giving orders to all of the ships easier.

“You must have seen a lot of the open sea then”

“Eh, its wavy water, and some islands,  it does get boring after four years or so, tell ya what! 

Since I'm gonna be heading out again soon anyway I'll keep an eye open for the Victory Rose and if I do see them I'll tell them you're alright!”

My eyes went wide, why were the strangers in this place all so nice?

“You'd do that? Really?! Thank you!”

She saluted, which looked pretty weird due to her feather covered arm, and flapped back up into the sky.

“Of course! Ain't gonna take much of my time anyway! 

Might as well do something good!”

With that she flew away over the water and around the cliffside out of sight.

I really hoped she would run, err fly? Into the Victory Rose,  If just so I can be Sure Robin and Rikaad know I'm alive and fine.

Soo, now what? Everyone I knew the name of was nowhere near me.

And I did not want to interrupt any of the beings currently at work.

Should I just wait here?

“Oi! Dee! The fuck you standing there for?”

Jamie! Thank fuck i didn’t have to stay around awkwardly for long.

“Jamie! I was talking to Cassidy earlier but he got the information that the pirates were banding together and ran off”

They skidded to a halt in front of me, distantly reminding me of a poofed up chicken.

“Yeah I know! Fucking bitch ass pirates! Cassidy gave the order that anyone that can fight should get ready! I'm here to get your sorry ass!”

Wow Cassidy was fast! 

“Get me? For what? Do I have to hide in your house till this is over?”

They grabbed my wrist with their sleeve covered hand and dragged me back down the pier.

“Nah dude, a shapeshifter like you is invited to come along and fuck shit up! Only if you wanna though”

While running, well more like being dragged by someone about half my size, i thought about it.

On one hand; it was dangerous,  very much so even and I already went overboard once.

On the other hand; that was kind of exactly the reason I tagged along with Rikaad, and Jamie did have a point with the shapeshifting.

Rikaad had called it the Intimidation factor,  and basically I came here for exactly this.

“Jamie!”

I called out to them to get their attention as they were focusing on not running into people while dragging me along.

“Yeah? What is it?”

They stopped for a moment, allowing both of us to catch a breath.

I grinned at them.

“Lets fuck shit up!”

They smiled widely, showing off sharp teeth.

“Oh HELL yeah! Let's get back to the Halcyon! 

Pretty sure Imugi brought Ronan there already and Imik can swim fast!”

I nodded and ran alongside the nimble Jamie towards the ship, which Imugi had actually towed to be closer to the main part.

Well that saved a good bit of time!

Whoever was at the steering wheel managed to halt it pretty fast and perfectly parallel to the beach.

So either Akeem or Imik were at the steering wheel.

Imugis head popped up out of the water and bend down in front of us.

Before I could guess what to do Jamie had dragged me to cling on for dear life to the uppermost spike on Imugi’s Long neck while they sat atop the Bony skull.

Well that did forego the need to get to a dock and set a plank out,  thus allowing someone else to put their ship there and let their crew go onboard.

Hopping on after Jamie I saw that the one at the steering wheel was Yamet this time, so he was coming with this time huh?

Imugi dived under and after a moment a tug went through the boat,  The Sea Serpent was towing it again.

We were off to fight Pirates, lots of them.

Hopefully the kind Serpent wouldn't be hurt.

Imik started ordering the rest of the people on board to do tasks.

Since i had no idea what half the words even meant i was of no help and kept out of the way as much as i could, 

Opting to just keep an eye on the rope that Imugi was towing us with.

Also for some Reason Shalimar was with us on deck, apparently she decided her Dad didn't need help.

That or he would have ordered her to stay in harbor,  Maybe both even I didn't know them that well.

It wasn't even an hour but at least fifty ships were now following the Call Of The Damned out of the narrow part of the island to wherever Nymra had pointed cassidy.

As soon as we passed the two long strips of land two more ships joined, One with a white sail that depicted a sickle shaped moon that had drops of blood falling from it and one that was entirely painted a foggy gray.

Cassidy’s other two ships no doubt, 

The ‘Bleeding Moon’ and ‘Reventants Vestige’ were now flanking the entire fleet of extremely mismatched ships.

Both of them were, while still extremely big, nowhere near as Giant as the harrowingly designed Call Of The Damned.

That really must be the biggest ship in existence.

Shalimar appeared next to me and put a foldable telescope into my hands, pointing at the ‘Revenants Vestige’ with a grin.

“The captain there keeps a rooster instead of a parrot, and the thing sure knows how to fight”

A chicken? Really? Well that i had to see!

Hoisting the telescope up I looked through it at the gray painted boat, and as Shalimar had said the captain, who wore so much layered clothing it was impossible to tell what was under it,  had indeed an entire Rooster on their shoulder.

The thing was pretty big too and seemed slightly off.

Maybe not entirely chicken then, but close enough.

Huh, what else was there? I probably should take a good look at which boats were with us to not get confused later.

Swinging the telescope around i saw that all of the fifty boats were following the Call Of The Damned,  and most of them had nonhuman sailors,  There were even a few merfolk in the water, well at least those that could keep up as the wind was currently in our favor.

I handed the telescope back to Shalimar.

“Thanks! Anything I can help with? Im afraid im not a good sailor though”

She had a huge grin on and seemed to hold back laughter,  but still answered coherently.

“Eh, don't ask me, Imik or Ronan will know better where you can help”

She stuffed the telescope in her belt, which really didn't look like it should hold anything, and hopped back down to help with the sail.

“AY! DEE! She put paint on the telescope!”

Looking up I saw Jamie, who was back in the crows nest,  well Jamie's nest really.

Paint? Running my thumb around my eye there was indeed something like coal powder or something smudged around my eye.

Ah, no wonder Shalimar was trying not to laugh.

Though now she did, loudly and honestly? It was a little funny,  and a surprise that nobody else had done this till now.

Using the corner of my shirt I removed the smudge as well as I could before looking ahead and around again.

I doubted we'd run, sail?, into the pirates so soon and there were all the other ships looking out too but a little attentiveness had never hurt.

I stared out at the sea all day and a good bit into Dusk till I got something thrown at me.

Turning around I saw it was Jamie,  who had thrown a little bag full of sand.

Why the fuck they had that was beyond me though.

“Yo, dumbass come eat,  Yamet cooked so no soggy sandwiches anymore!”

At least some good news, I for sure would not have touched another one of those soggy things that barely qualified as bread.

“Coming, one second!”

Standing up, and noticing my foot fell asleep, I hopped down the stairs and followed Jamie inside the kitchen, which smelled pretty good.

Jamie jumped over a chair and used Akeem as a stair before settling in the rounded window like a content bird.

Once again nobody seemed bothered by that, not even Shalimar.

Sitting on the last empty chair, which was probably why Jamie chose the window, I was handed a plate with a simple mashed potato and some fish with a savory sauce.

Yep, way better than wet bread.

“You still have paint on your face, here”

Akeem handed me a clean rag and I nodded thankfully at him before removing the rest of the dark smudge.

“Thanks!”

I ate in silence, the other ones having enough to talk about without me anyway.

It was just pretty nerve wracking that right now, like RIGHT NOW right now we were off to go look for Pirates and fight them.

The very thing I originally came here for with Rikaad and Robin.

I wondered how the two were doing right now?

Rikaad for sure would do his best to prioritize the mission despite me missing, and still somehow find a way to try and look for me.

As for Robin, well the little ginger was probably worried like no tomorrow.

No doubt he'd cried after he'd seen me fall off the deck.

The deck itself probably had some ugly scratch marks now,  I'd have to apologize to Nemas for that.

“nervous?”

I looked up from where I had just been staring at an now empty plate.

The one that had addressed me was Ronan,  half of the others have already left.

“Kinda, i mean, i originally came here to help with exactly that, but now its just- i dunno”

I sighed and let myself sink head first onto the table, 

avoiding the cutlery and plates.

“Well, it IS pretty nerve wracking, I admit that, but it's just pirates! 

There is no way they can get organized enough to make that dumb alliance actually useful! They are too greedy for that!

I'll tell you! A few days more and they'll start going at each other's throats and I doubt we'll have much to do!

After they are done with the infighting we can just aim some cannons at the rest and be done with it!”

Ronan’s words were actually helping,  but I couldn't help it and was still a little nervous.

“If you're sure, you're the sailor here,  i don't know shit about being on the open sea”

He tilted his head, and I was once again reminded that he was also a half elf Bastard and not actually so unlike me.

“Eh, for being a landrat you're doing a pretty good job! 

Maybe some sleep would do you good,  you said you weren't sleeping well so im sure at least half of that nervousness is actually sleep deprivation!”

That was a very good point, maybe i should ask Akeem where the chamomile tea was as that had worked a little last time-

A Cup with said Tea was set down in front of me, still steaming hot.

“Here, Akeem told me to make you one”

I looked first confused and then thankful at Yamet, 

who grabbed Ronan’s upper arm and dragged him outside.

Yamet was a pretty alright guy, even making sure I wouldn't have anyone trying to talk my ear off while I drank the tea.

A tea that was pretty good, Yamet had added Honey or something similar to it which made it even better.

Though, as soon as those Pirates and the Maringand deserters were dealt with I could go back home to my friends.

Who knew maybe I'd even run into them while fighting the pirates.

Ha, unlikely, but still a nice thought.

As soon as I was finished with the Tea and put the cup back down I got lifted up from my seat like a wet cat.

Akeem, he really was the only one on this ship that could feasibly lift me up.

“I can walk myself”

“And i am just making sure you actually go to sleep,  i live with Ronan and Jamie so you never know”

Well… yeah, fair.

But he didn't have to carry me under one arm like a fucking duffel bag.

“Well yeah but i can still use my legs”

Akeem just hummed an acknowledgement and opened a door to a familiar room.

Well Akeem didn't need sleep and With Shalimar here they probably had no Guestbed, especially as Yamet was now here too.

Still, I felt a bit bad about taking someone else's room, or would if Akeem didn't just drop me on the mattress and then left quietly.

“Goodnight”

I mumbled something in return but he had already closed the door.

Eh, might as well sleep then.

NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT

[the-anime-man]

What if Sig got to the Tome of Sealing first? AKA Tomo AU

hi again tumblr, please dont expect a whole lot from this blog, once again, but, i wanted to post like a little basic thing about this au i've had since 2021 now that i'm back into puyo again,

this is an au that Heavily relies on bits of fanon and headcanon to make it work cuz canon is puyo puyo is very fucking wishy washy but essentially, what if sig had checked out the tome of sealing from the library before klug was able to? (sorry if this is a bit scatterbrained, im not good at organizing my thoughts much,,)

(also please dont mind some of the art, im like an ok artist at best and some of this shit is from 2 years ago as well)

so like, as the absolute fucking nerd i am, i made like an initial google doc on this thing outlining most of the shit im about to summarize here (that i might link if someone asks at some point i guess idk) as well as a fanfic, didnt finish that though, i got like through barely a chapter before i stopped and then i got into sam and max but that's unrelated to now

ANYWAYS, the au is as it sounds, sig goes to precise museum and, guided by the voice of the crimson soul, finds the tome of sealing and checks it out (much to akuma's chargin,,) and then he checks out the book again,,, and again,,,, and a gain,,,, (you see where this is going)

but uh, why is it called tomo au? see im being a little shitter here and i thought maybe the crimson soul's memory would be a little shot after spending ages in a book so they might not remember their name and sig is like "you're my friend now so i'm gonna call you friend/tomodachi" but then he's like "that's too long i'm gonna call you tomo instead" so they just go along with it, for future reference, anytime i mention the crimson soul i'm gonna be calling it Tomo

wow that's really fucking big sorry,

sig has an immense attachment to tomo from the get go btw, he's like, i wanna say like 8 or so when he first gets to the book, so besides the obvious literal halvsies soul connection there's that childhood connection as well,

side note: they can speak to each other cuz of that soul connection btw, it's my personal headcanon that after slug (canon strange klug/the crimson soul) can speak to anybody who they've possessed before as well as their other half, so in canon klug and sig can hear the book talk but in this au only sig can hear them

also, the reason why tomo doesn't attempt to take over sig right from the outset is A) they dunno where the unsealing objects are and B) sig is a child and uh, another part that i'm still trying to work the kinks through of is whether tomo decides to hold off on doing the fusion dance of their own volition or if because the cyan soul (which can speak to tomo, but only when sig is asleep cuz when sig is awake the cyan soul IS sig, nother headcanon sorry) decides it's too soon, they probably have memories of previous incarnations stored in there and know that eventually sig will start showing more demonic traits but not when he's baby

wow this is getting to be a lot but we're not even done cuz now i gotta talk about what this means about shit like fever 2 and such (y'know canon things and all)

boy tumblr just hates making images smaller nowadays huh,

so when sig starts showing signs of his heritage (i.e., a bit before fever 2 happens) tomo and sig start to hatch a plan to get tomo a body back! of course, tomo is omitting some things about how they're actually going to go into sig's body cuz at this point they've been together for a few years now and sig trusts tomo as like, a best friend i guess? something like that,

so sig is under the impression tomo is gonna be released and get their old body back and tomo is under the impression that as soon as the seal releases they'll enter sig's body, join back up with the cyan soul, and return to their original form,

so sig transfers over to amitie and klug's class, (tomo) overhears that lemres is coming into town with the items they need, and they steal the shit and head to the ruins to perform the unsealing

SPOILERS! shit goes wrong

ignore how shitty the ms paint art from a couple of years ago is, might change the hair to be more red in future art

for reasons (that i also need to workshop because to be honest originally it was a "whoever unseals it gets their soul swapped with whoever is trapped in the book" but like??? idk if that's how it should work when it comes to these two specifically), sig and tomo swap places instead of a fusion happening,

sucks balls for both of them cuz this is like the Last thing either of them wanted out of this tbh, sig obviously because well, trust got broken and ended up trapped til the artifacts are stolen (klug either swaps roles with amitie or sig, haven't figured that one out yet either) and tomo most certainly doesn't want sig trapped, as they wouldn't want anyone to experience the loneliness of being sealed away like they were (except klug, fuck klug specifically) (also the chronicles drama cd mentions that part of tomo's character in it so it works for my purposes)

this image wasn't necessarily specific to tomo au but i thought it would fit anyways, sorry it's a bit blurry my phone wouldnt focus on the damn thing properly

and after fever 2,,, i kind of dont have as clear of a story? or a plan? there's some tension between sig and tomo for at least a little while but sig eventually forgives them, as well i don't know how i would tackle something like sig's secret if at all?? but yeah that's the main shit to this au, sorry it's all so very long! this has been on my mind for a few weeks now and it was on my mind for months back in 2021, so i just have a lot i'm throwing out here into the wind, if you got this far: thanks so much for reading!

here's some bonus shit for getting to the end of the main shit:

tomo calls sig "little blue" sometimes, since he's yknow, younger than them and blue but calls the cyan soul their "other half"

if you couldn't tell from the first image, since sig has his bookbag, he carries tomo around in that, but if he's stopped somewhere he'll leave the book open next to him so tomo can see around (hard to see with the covers in the way)

sig was already probably ostricized for yknow, his autistic tendencies, the book did not help with that, but it gave him a trusted confidant :)

sig actually starts developing his demonic traits earlier than in canon due to his proximity to tomo, but not by much

klug has stolen the book before, both demon halves were not pleased with this and klug has not attempted to steal the book again

sig can supplement his own magic power with tomo's for an incredibly large boost, and tomo doesn't mind doing so, this gives sig almost the exact same amount of power as the full demon used to have and also changes his right eye to red

OH, both relevant to this au and my own interpretation: the full demon's name was wisteria, but neither sig nor tomo remember it until either are reminded of that

ok that's it go home now bye bye

[madeimpact]

Did some blog cleanup in lieu of the, y'know. This.

Thread tracker is up to date now, to the best of my knowledge. If you wanna continue any old threads, let me know.

Carrd is updated, including a number of important rules updates:

I am now strictly mutuals-only for my own sanity. The whole "maybe possibly I'll write with someone I don't follow" wasn't working for me, sorry. I'll eventually follow you if I wanna write with you.

Added a new rule with a preference toward plotting:

Plotting will help the longevity of our thread. I don't mind winging it, but I am old, tired, and scatterbrained, and I need to be honest about what keeps a thread going. That said, this isn't a hard rule as much as it is a recommendation. I can keep a thread going on a concrete enough premise, but plots help give me direction.

Rule forbidding W.elcome H.ome interactions removed mostly on account of the fact that I think the RPC fervor around it has died down.

Slightly reworded my rule regarding N.SFW, to be a bit more explicit (pun unintended) about what you may see and what will definitely never pop up:

Regarding smut. I am of age, but most of my muses are not. I'm not really inclined to publicly write that kind of thing anyway. The spiciest you can ever expect it to get here is the occasional crude joke or headcanon post. MAYBE a thread will fade to black. Obviously, all of this is restricted to 18+ muns and muses, and will be tagged appropriately. I will not be aging up my younger muses for the sake of smut. You can read more about my stance on that here.

Other minor fixes: Added a post-canon FFXV verse; filled out some off-blog relations blurbs; guest muse / NPC list updated ( got rid of the ones that never came up or only came up once, and added some that might feasibly appear in the right circumstances ); credit page updated with my dash icon.

[chronicbeans]

hihellohi I just wanna say that literally every day I keep on coming back onto your profile to read your stuff 😭 I wanted to know if there will be any further parts for illustrator wally because I ADORE how you write him sobs

There will be! I'm sorry if they are coming out a bit slowly! I try to write down stuff my brain thinks of at the moment, because I can be a bit scatterbrained. So, for right now, I have been placing down ideas on this blog for my original stories, since that is what my mind is on. Once my attention snaps back to the Illustrator Wally story, I promise that I will begin writing for it, again! I just want to put these ideas down before I forget! Especially since my main goal is to write an original story and, somehow, get it published! OwO

[teruel-a-witch]

tag 9 people you'd like to know better

i was tagged weeks ago by @crackers4jenn (*waves* sorry it takes me ages, i'm a scatterbrain)

last song: had to check my youtube history because i rarely listen to music and apparently it was precious by depeche mode on July 12th, lol. it's the soundtrack at the end of bones 1x10 and rewatching the episode always makes me want to listen to the song again.

currently watching: of the shows that are still on right now, only what we do in the shadows. (i think how i met your father s2 officially ended, i mean to pick nancy drew back up but i don't remember where in s3 I fell behind) but i'm in a perpetual process of rewatching/watching so many things, just since the beginning of the summer i've rewatched s3-5 of community, the entirety of black books, went back to white collar which i had abandoned after s2 and watched s3-4 in full before getting distracted, i am also in a neverending rewatch of castle and bones that's been going on since like 2016. earlier this year i was rewatching rizzoli&isles, warehouse 13, grimm, etc. did not finish them all. i jump around a lot depending on my mood. also mean to get back to my lucifer and wynonna earp rewatch at some point. i very rare finish shows and then i get back and have to start from the beginning and then i don't finish anyway, it's a vicious circle, i don't like saying goodbye. also i have no attention span. i guess technically i am also in the process of watching hawaii five-0 but i haven't watched any new (for me) episodes in a loooong time because canon is such a drag compared to the happy au land i've been living in. i do also watch some shows that are on hiatus right now but i probably wouldn't even remember them all. i only remember when they come back. suffice to say i watch a lot of tv lol.

currently reading: embarrassingly, nothing. only stuff that comes up on my tumblr dash 🤷🏻‍♀️. i haven't even read fanfic since ao3 was blocked in my country in april of this year. because of how my brain works if you add an extra step to something i am used to doing (aka i have to turn on vpn to open ao3 links) i am just that much less likely to do it. i miss losing myself in a book but my brain is too preoccupied by my blorbos to be able to invest in anything new.

current obsession: probably shocking to no one who follows me, it's mcdanno. this ship ate my brain in november of 2021 and since then its hold on me has not lessened at all, probably got worse, lmao. i found myself unable to gather any feelings about any of my old long time ships because all that space has been eaten up by steve and danny's insane chemistry and frustrating and wonderful epic love story. also within the mcdanno fandom the obsession of recent months has been building/brainstorming aus with aron @emphasisonthehomo (best rp partner one could wish for) . and i guess you can call making mcdanno screencap edits and metas an obsession of its own.

tagging (no pressure, only if you want to): @emphasisonthehomo , @stephmcx , @trickster-archangel , @pepperf , @wordybee , @alexihawleys , @aflawedfashion , @annieaceofhearts , @lukeclvez

[velvet-paradox]

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Fandom: Edward Scissorhands AU

Pairing: Edgar Scissorhands (Timothée Chalamet) x Female reader

Summary: (look friends, I don't even know ok I got an idea and I'm running with it so... without further ado I'm giving you this FREE of charge) In which Edgar Scissorhands (college aged son of Kim and Edward bc I said so) has gotten himself a crush. I was inspired by that commercial from like two years ago.

Length: not too bad; kinda short before we get to the meat of the story

Warnings: eventual friends to lovers, nothing risqué, some strong language.

P.S. I imagine he listens to Artic Monkey's (in general but "Love is a Laserquest" album & acoustic version for sure)

Chapter I

Now I Can't Think of There Without Thinking of You

Edgar Scissorhands envied those with actual bone-in appendages. Not for the reason you would think plausible, let's face it, his were made of metal and jagged shapes; no flesh until the wrist. He was jealous because you could twist and bend them, gnaw on the nailbeds and cuticles when you got nervous or times got tough. If he did that he'd cut up his mouth like a piss poor homage to the late and ever great Heath Ledger. Instead, anxious chewing was lost on him. A shitty replacement was his twitching blades.

He drowned out the sound, custom to his ears but he did feel them open and cut a little faster when you'd walk into class. Always five minutes late. He noticed that right away. It was funny this class, Linguistics. Edgar wasn't known for big conversations, long winded explanations about things he found absolutely fascinating and yet here he was, learning.

Professor Deetz, ruddy faced and of course in one of his wool sweaters gave him quite the look when he gingerly placed book at his desk. Eyeing him and quite possibly picturing the pages torn and ripped to shreds by his hands, a pricy investment lost on a college boy with curly hair sheepish smile.

Edgar was always careful with things, he'd poked his way through plenty of things over the years, he knew to be tender with even the thickest of volumes. He enjoyed books, they were stationary and calm, not the jittering and explosive surrounding that colleges, community or state.

His hazel eyes shot over to you on the opposite side of the rounded classroom, you dropped your keys down the tiled steps. They slipped and rolled, clanged and gathered speed causing Professor Deetz to stop mid sentence, mouth agape and watched them come to a final tumble at his feet. You yelped out a sorry and took off after them. Edgar bit back a smile as you apologized again and again as you ran back up to your seat.

His other classes were just as interesting; Law. International Relations. Theatre Arts. But... the class he shared with you was far more exciting. For the simple fact that you were there. No, you weren't some boisterous sorority recruiter or a cheer captain, you didn't play sports but you went to all the games. Face paints and school sprit, college colors striped overalls or hand painted jackets. You radiated something he hadn't experienced yet and the glass ceiling of his feelings, the stained corners were beginning to show color.

"Hi!"

Edgar jumped at his spot on the bus stop bench when you sat down extremely close. Your knees were touching. And you were smiling and smelled incredible.

"Oh uh, hi." He mumbled, wary of your intentional (maybe, unintentional... he didn't really decipher) eye contact.

"I didn't scare you did I?" 

"A little."

"Sorry about that," you apologized, touching his arm (she's touching me she'stouchingmeshe'stouching--) for a second. "I don't have a sense of timing."

"Is that why you're always late on Tuesdays?" Edgar could've poked himself in the leg for that. He didn't mean it, it just sort of crawled out and sat on his lap.

You laughed. "You noticed, huh? I'm kind of scatterbrained sometimes. I mean I set several alarms and I don't think I've ever been exactly on time for anything," you shrugged, a gust of middle of the road, neither cold or hot breeze wafted your perfume or lotion or whatever it was that clung to you filled his tank a little bit more. "My mom says I'll probably be late for my own funeral. And she's probably right!"

Edgar smiled and nodded. His usual M.O. He wasn't good with small talk. Or big talk. Any kind of one on one interaction was a bit of an Olympic sport.

"Did you read through the rest of the curriculum yet?"

"Not yet."

"There's a two person project for the final," instant panic settled into his marrow. "You wanna' be partners?"

"You wanna' be my partner?" Edgar had never been picked first for anything team related. He was paired with Victor in the fifth grade for a piñata making project though, his name being called first. He supposed that might count.

"Yeah why not? You're a decent guy, right Edgar? And not to sound gossipy but," you moved closer and the tiny little hairs on the back of his neck tickled when you spoke. "Some of the others are kinda' on the clique-y side." 

You wiggled your eyebrows and that made his scalp tingle. He agreed.

"Great! So do you need a ride, partner?"

"Where?"

"Where are you going?"

"Oh. Um I work after class. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays."

"Oh yeah? Where at?" You asked. Genuinely asked and he was getting used to looking at you this close up.

"Um the uh Chop, Chop, Go. It's in Jingle Bell Square in Christmas Town."

"I've never been there."

"Oh you should!" Edgar stopped himself, a smile of his own stretching across his face. He hid his mouth out of instinct, shaking a little when you unprovoked and casually grabbed the blades of what would be his last two fingers.

"Then I will. But don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Don't hide your excitement about something. If you like it, you like it. And you have a nice smile." You added, bumping shoulders before standing. He didn't even realize you had a skateboard until the wheels clacked against the cement.

"See ya' around Edgar," you pushed off, steadying yourself before you expertly called back over your shoulder. "Have a good day at work!”

Edgar leaned foreword on the bench watching you skate away, making it across the street before the light changed. He smiled to himself. He was dumbfounded because you’d just asked him if he needed a ride, as in you had a car not a skateboard. He fondly looked down at the bench, only seconds had passed but he already was beginning to miss your company. He put his hand there as if he could feel your heat.

As the bus pulled up, he scanned his bus pass on his hip to the driver and sat down. He watched the bench disappear out of view.

At least he wouldn't have to relive his first day anymore, the way the STOP pully to get off transit snapped under his scissors had the passengers ducking and diving out of the way. The driver was not happy about that.

And just his luck, that same driver was the one to pick him that evening too when his mom had been too late to pick him up. Another one of her meetings gone on too long after his shift had ended.

He didn't mind it then and he didn't mind it now.

He had something to look forward to.

He had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to think of anything other you at the stop now and the foreseeable future.

Edgar did in fact have a good day. He managed not to get yelled at again for constructing a towering salad instead of a plain bowl filling one. It was simple work with his blades, he could get customers in and out at lightning speed. Though the clean up was quite the hassle. You know; scissors for hands and all. Wooden handles weren't the best option.

"You seem in a chipper mood then when you left this morning." His mother Kim announced, tired but still on her feet with a bright smile. Always.

"Good day, I guess."

"You guess?" she laughed, holding up the door open for him and securing his seatbelt before running around the front and getting back into her seat. "Honey you're practically glowing!"

"Like I said," Edgar shrugged with a smirk. "I had a good day."

“Well whatever it is hon, I’m glad it happened to you.” She said after giving his shoulder a tender squeeze then pulled out of the parking lot.

Edgar was too.

Tagging: @synnersaint​