#the flow is a little weird but I was getting a block while writing

[circeyoru]

Unwanted Soul _ Part 7 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 2.5 (ask) — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 (here)

It’s been around a few good months since the attack on the hotel, everything has been quiet around the hotel and you’ve been adapting well to the residents of the hotel. Since you were technically a staff member. Plus, since you’ve confessed to Alastor, things didn’t change much

Was what you wanted to say

You find yourself pulled out of your comfort zone when you’re set to have some form of duty. Then there was your little self-imposed obligation to go on dates with Alastor that suited him. While you were happy Alastor was enjoying your time, you can’t help but find yourself drained by the end of it

Not to mention Charlie’s insistent of your inclusion in her various activities. You really really preferred to be in the comforts of your room watching aime and reading manga or manhwa or whatever they are called

Still though, Alastor always knew when you were burn out from socializing and would put a stop to your suffering. Followed by a relaxing cuddling and anything you prefer. His attitude and behaviour towards you didn’t change all that much if you don’t count the increased intensity and the easiness of making him flustered

Because you and Alastor were a ‘confirmed item’, there were a lot of teasing from the hotel members to which Alastor prides himself on blocking off and you let him. Though there was an odd dynamic between Alastor and Lucifer

What you could describe as a parent or father judging his child’s lover type of deal. An example was you leaning against Alastor while on the lobby couch then Lucifer comes sitting next to you as well and moved you so that you were leaning on him. Or another where they were both preparing your meal and had a contest over, but because they took too long, you made your cup noodles

It was all weird and all, though nothing to stress over. You like staying at the hotel all the same, even though your friendship with them isn’t all that strong compared to what you share between Alastor or Lucifer

“You know, Pager, it got me thinking.” Lucifer started. It was a random quiet and slow day, as rare as it is, Alastor was out in Cannibal Town to gossip with Rosie. Of course he told everyone else he had important business to attend to.

“Yeah? You’re not thinking of making another library themed duck collection, right?” You gave him a suspicious gaze, looking up from your novel. “I’m not accepting those. I have like… a whole shelf of them back home.”

Lucifer awkwardly chuckled, “Okay, I mean, no! Of course not.”

You gave him a look of pure doubt. “If you gave me some and Alastor knew about it, you bet he’ll burn it.”

“Just gotta make them fireproof or something.” Lucifer whispered, but he shook his head and cleared his throat, sounding more professional. “Okay, this is serious! Very!”

Without warning, he suddenly dragged you into a portal of his own and you two arrived in a realm of his making. A realm where everything was golden. You hugged onto him tightly when you realized it was a gold sea below you two. Naturally, you yelled at him for doing this out of the blue

You had him held onto your while you wrote ‘wings’ on your page to form a pair of them behind your back to keep you afloat. You went back to yelling at Lucifer before he gestured to you, saying this was the point

Unable to comprehend, you said of course because you were no angel. Nor did you expect him to just drag you into another realm out of the blue

“What if you didn’t need to write on your pages to get things done?” Lucifer suggested, his wings flapping from time to time to remain in the air over the flowing golden liquid below you two.

“Then I can’t do anything. I’m nothing without my quill and pages or at least a surface to write on.” You answered, pointing to the wings that magically appeared from your words alone. “You know that.”

“I mean as in you don’t use them. Maybe start small, like don’t use your pages and only your quill to write.” Lucifer cryptically explained, you gave him a raised brow and he groaned, “Oh, come on! You watch your little shows, you know what I mean! Writing it in the air and poof!”

You laughed. Yes, you’ve seen these things happen in TV shows and anime, but you never got the chance or want to try it out. You see, you don’t exactly see yourself to have something so overpowered in your skillset or ability list

From what Alastor told, his immense power came from the evil deeds he has done in his years alive. His ticket to Hell had his name when he first killed. Then his power slowly built up from the serial killings he did. Adding to that, there was fraud, manipulation, and corruption. His twisted moral of how a hunter make good use of their prey was way too concerning for you

Cannibalism. He ate his victims as a method of exposing the bodies, well, only the ones he saw were healthy. But still. Then he told you like a storybook before bed how he dug up graves in the bayou where he dump the bodies or put it somewhere noticeable on purpose to catch the attention of the public

Afterwards? He speaks through the microphone in his booth while the radio all over his hometown state listens, he sympathized with the victim and their family and friends, he warned listeners to be careful, he wished the authorities to make quick work in finding and arresting the killer. All while a sick smile was on his face as he made those broadcast

It’s times when he tells you his cruelty that you’re reminded with who you rescued, sure Hell was a piece of work, but Alastor was another story. He’s something straight out of a serial killer movie, but in real life. You can’t question enough how Alastor fell for you and turned to a yandere type as well, but not like you’re regretting it now. He grew on you far too much

In contrast to Alastor’s build-up or something like a pre-register in Hell for power, you’ve done doing to that degree. You didn’t kill others, you aren’t even manipulative, and you definitely wasn’t brave enough to commit some other crimes. If anything, you were a victim

You already can’t understand why you had the power you do now. Alastor theorized before it was due to the fact you love books, but then the question changes to how your powers were this unique. Why were you any to summon and conjure items you understand? 

Alastor can do something similar but it’s just that. Similar. He snaps his fingers and things just appear. There were limits, but something he can’t do was summon angelic steel or weapons like you can

Once you joked how you were actually destined to be in Heaven. That got Alastor into a frenzy. Immediately pinning you down and patting your back to see if there were wings

“A joke! It was just a joke!” You shouted at him, there was that crazed look in his eyes that sent a chill down his spine. Even though you have his soul and limited his powers, he was still the more powerful one between you two.

Alastor blinked and got off of you, his eyes narrowed as his smile shrank, “A poor joke, Darling. Even if you’re destined for Heaven and taken away from me… I will find you and drag you back down to Hell.”

You got Lucifer to bring you back to your room and leave thing as that. You don’t think you can do it, it was a pleasant thought, to be able to do that you’d be more powerful. Then again, you’re not seeking to be powerful. There was nothing for you to fight for. You had Alastor, that was enough

Not in Lucifer’s case though. He kept pestering you on learning, randomly bringing you to his golden realm that you got used to it and just prepared pages with the word ‘wings’ written on it. His persistence caught Alastor’s attention

At first, Alastor was annoyed that Lucifer was trying to spend time with you and to your delight chased Lucifer away, but after you told him what it was about, he was interested to see your power grow as well. Claiming that it was a great opportunity

Of course, he added that it wasn’t due to him doubting he can’t protect you in times of needs, but he didn’t want what happened on that roof to happen again

What if you didn’t have a surface to write on? What if you didn’t have your book with you? What if your pages were wet? What if your quill was taken away from you? What if you were put into a situation where you can’t rely on your pages and quill?

In that sense, Alastor was all for Lucifer’s idea. Since Lucifer was the one to see how your power developed, he was the better supervisor than Alastor. As much as your love hates to admit it. Though he wanted what’s best for you and he thinks you needed this now that you were staying at the hotel where sinners and demons can roam freely

“Fine…” You sighed, “I’ll try your little idea…”

“Yes! Come on! We’re starting training!!” Lucifer opened up the portal with his apple cane. 

“Have a productive time, My Beloved!” Alastor hugged your good luck, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll have your favourites ready when you return.”

And so started with your little power upgrade project

Lucifer spared no expenses when it came to dragging you out of bed from your comfort activities to do more trial and error

It felt like the days when you were back in your living years, having to study and work. The twist was that you enjoy it since it was your first friend from Hell that got you to work. If anyone was in doubt about Lucifer being the King of Hell. He was a hellish tormentor for you

Turns out, that golden realm he has was all under his control and that golden sea could have been dry land. Oh you were so pissed when you learned that. Sure it helped with exercising your wings ability but he could have told you in the first place!

You’re very very tempted to just smack him in the head. But you told yourself not to give into temptation and just be good and get this over with. Lucifer is still the King of Hell and a powerful fallen angel that was leagues above you. You can never compare or try to win over

Alastor, the sweet thing, was always there for you when you needed some comfort or when you didn’t have motivation to continue

He provided you with so much that you thought back to your time alive

When you were down in the dumps and burn out, you longed for someone to be by your side to support you through thick and thin. You thought you had it, but it was a lie you told yourself. You thought that was happiness, it was nothing but a joke you drown yourself in

You truly enjoy your time with Alastor and all that he has given you, devoted to you. You can’t thank him enough

In the end, there was truth to Lucifer’s little theory. You started with plainly writing in the air with your quill, nothing happened naturally. Later on, you started to envision writing on something and it worked just a smidge. You soon learned to see the air as your surface, treat it like there was a hologram of a page there and write on it. Like all those sci-fi movies and TV shows you watched

Letters started to appear in a neon glow, coloured in your signature colour of your aura. In no time, the letters appeared more constant to your writing, then words formed. That was a big step, your next goal was to actually summon something

That took more time to perfect, but you got it since you were past the big goal of writing on nothing or air. The items you summoned grew in size and weight, then you barely managed to summon your angelic weapon. You fainted right after it appeared

You lacked stamina and energy to maintain it after using so much to summon it into existence. A short break was taken before you pushed yourself to continue. Lucifer and Alastor both supported you while reminding you that there was no pressure

No pressure. They actually mean it. It wasn’t a tactic to guilt-trip you into working harder. Figures appeared in your mind but you shook it away. No, you’re doing this because Alastor and Lucifer believes you can do it. You’re doing it not because you were forced. You want to do it

It was when you finally managed to summon an angelic weapon and maintain it for a good while that Lucifer deemed your powers successfully upgraded. Him having to act like a system congratulating your work, it left Alastor confused, but he too praised you for your achievement without giving up

Next step was to not use your quill to write, you already had an idea to use your fingers like a particular anime’s protagonist from long long ago. Maybe you should rewatch it for some more ideas. But there was something else that you never got around to ask

“Oh yeah, why is it that you keep bringing me to this goldy realm of yours?” You poofed away some random objects you summoned with a wave, “Can’t we just do all this in the hotel? It’s big enough for it and we didn’t actually use much space anyways.”

Lucifer groaned, “Oh, no. No~ No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Thats, uh hah, no. Bad idea.”

Your head tilted, “Bad idea? That’s the hotel you rebuilt with the others, right?”

Lucifer would be banging his head from that movement, sadly and unfortunately for him, there was no wall in sight in this weird golden realm. “Yes, but now Charlie let Vox’s people install these screens all over the place and… Arghhh… I had to destroy the TV in my room cause of all the heebie-jeebies I got from it.”

“What?” 

“Yeah, it was like the day before I asked you if you thought of that power upgrade thing.”

No wonder Alastor was more pushy about you staying in your shared room or his radio tower recently. Never letting you away from those areas. Now you understand what it was about. You did wonder why Alastor didn’t tell you, but then you recalled how it was you that have been stressing about the deal with Lucifer and your power, so there was never a chance for him to tell you that

And naturally the other hotel members would assume Alastor told you so they never approached you. Ohhh… You feel like a jerk now

You quickly made your way down to the lobby, easily finding everyone you needed

“Charlie!”

“Oh! You want to join our activity? We’re gonna do some online competition with this new—”

“No, Charlie, why did you accept VoxTech’s stuff?” You questioned immediately, stepping between the group and the large screen. 

“Vox was sponsoring us! He gave us so much help! He even had his employees install everything around the hotel.” Charlie praised, though you noticed how her eyes stayed glued to what was behind her. The others all nodded in agreement, seemingly in a trance.

Your eyebrows furrowed, you looked behind you, just a peek was enough to see that Vox had been hypnotizing them to say good things about him. You glared at the screen, showing Vox and his hypnotic eye. This doesn’t work on you. “Alastor!”

“Darling!” Alastor appeared through the shadows, immediately turning you away from the screen as his hands held your face so that you stare at him, “Did he do anything to you?”

“It’s okay, hypnosis has no effect on me.” You spoke through squished cheeks, you squeeked when Alastor stole a peck before releasing you. You blush, never will you get used to this, you peeked around your lover, seeing the group recover. “Alastor, destroy all VoxTech products in this hotel. No matter how big or small.”

Alastor’s grin grew, “With pleasure.”

You wrote ‘recovery’ on your pages and restored the gang back to conscious minds. You would try your newest technique, but this was more concerning since it was on someone other than you

When the group snapped back to their senses, Charlie and Vaggie shouted at you for what you told Alastor to do. You argued back that they weren’t even aware that they were mind controlled by Vox, it was a matter of time before they were mere puppets. You pointed over to Angel who’s boss, Valentino was Vox’s partner, and Angel backed you up easily

Lucifer offered his thoughts on the matter as well, claiming that’s why he doesn’t watch TV that often. He didn’t want to say anything because the hotel was Charlie’s and it was her decision on what she does with it

You went on to warning them how controlling and unseemingly evil Vox could get, he truly is manipulative with that perfect CEO outlook he gave everyone around him. When things don’t go his way, he was sure to retaliate like a baby throwing a tantrum. You relate with Alastor on how you two view Vox. Truly, you wonder why he was accepted as an Overlord with that personality of his

From this the group honestly saw how you were once an informant for Lucifer. You speak your mind, acting swiftly and precisely. Your knowledge on other demons, Overlords even, was a deadly weapon at your disposal. Your secretive nature made things more complicated since you wouldn’t be one to share unless necessary

Alastor praised and sang you words of flattery at your action, even though he was the one that did all the work. You merely had to drag him to your level and kiss him to shut him up, then you two went back to your shared room to cuddle while having your movie night

Charlie and Vaggie cut all contacts with Vox and his company, warning him to stay away from the hotel if and when he has ill-intention to associate with it

“F**k!” Vox slammed his fist onto the table, his screen face glitched with error messages as his rage continued to raise. All his cameras and speakers in the Hazbin Hotel was gone, the connection wasn’t merely lost, it was completely gone. 

He didn’t expect someone with authority to make Alastor destroy them all. He thought the bleeding princess will keep him at bay, and he was so close to finding out about that figure on the roof that day. Someone that protected Alastor and removed all the eyes he had to watch that battle.

“Pages…” Vox mumbled, he tugged on a chain that suddenly appeared. A contract chain. “You better stop meddling in my plans!”

“It wasn’t me! I swear!” The pulled in figure cried, her long hair covering her crying face, “I’ve been here all this time! How can I do anything!?”

Vox glared, pulling on the chain until it was choking her, “Well, it’s not everyday you see a sinner with the power to command pages to do their bidding, right? Who else if not for you? Huh?”

The female demon cried and sobbed more, “It wasn’t me, it really wasn’t… Don’t punish me…”

Vox eyed his giant tank with aquatic creatures, his grin grew, “Yeah, I think you need some reminding.” He told his little weak contracted soul to his eye level, “Who it is that owns you, you don’t get to decide. Copy-Kat.”

Note: Hi hi everyone!! This is back from a bit of a pause (as you can tell, I've been working on another series). Though this part might not be as good as you'd like. But necessary for the future parts. Haha~

The requests sent a long time ago on the Reader's/your past acquaintances and interaction with Vox will be added to the parts after this! Or treated as trivia when direct contact is made!

Give this series a warm welcome back~

Circe Y. 

My Works: MASTERLIST

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[cameronspecial]

can you write something with drew x singer reader?

My Muse

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

A/N: The song Y/N sings is an altered version of "Pointless" by Lewis Capaldi

Masterlist

The studio is quiet as she taps the pencil on her lips. Y/N has been trying to figure out the lyrics for her next song for the past three hours, yet nothing comes to mind. Her back is pressed on the seat cushion and her legs are thrown on the armrest. “Ughh,” she groans, throwing her head back to look at the ceiling. The silence makes her second guess asking everyone in the room to leave. Maybe the noise would’ve gotten the flow going. 

The door to the studio opens and her head whips to see who it is. “Hey, Miranda told me you were experiencing some musician’s block. So I came with some pastries and smoothies. Get some brain fuel into that creative noggin of yours,” the intruder informs. She laughs at his words, “You are so weird, Baby.” He walks closer to her and she sits up. He places the food on the table, leaning down to kiss her. His face hovers over hers, “And yet, you still love me. Face it, Darling. You are head over heels for Mr. Drew Starkey.” She shakes her head and pulls him to sit on the couch with her. Her head falls on his chest as she snuggles into his side. He leans forward to grab some food and he hands it over to her. She takes a bite from the pain au chocolat, chasing it down with the strawberry and banana smoothie. They eat in comfortable silence until everything is gone. He dusts the crumbs off his hands and stands to stretch his legs. This leads him to wander around the room. He spots the piano and approaches it.

“What are you doing?” Y/N questions, joining him on the piano bench. Drew lifts the lid and places his hand on the ivory keys. Her head rests on his shoulder and she watches as he begins dancing his digits across them. Suddenly, the melody he plays randomly sparks something within her. She scrambles off the bench and runs to the notebook in her hand. Drew pauses to look at her, “What’s wrong?” She returns to sit beside him. “Keep going.” He follows her order and out of the corner of his eye, he can see she is writing down the notes he is playing.

Then, she moves on to writing down words. He keeps playing while she frantically notes down everything going through her mind until she tells him to stop. “Okay, close your eyes. I’m going to play you what I have so far,” she orders. She places her notebook on the ledge and Drew’s eyes flutter shut. 

Her fingers touch the keys, hitting one note after the other. Her eyes close as she begins to sing. “I bring him coffee in the morning. He brings me inner peace. I take him out to fancy restaurants. He takes the sadness out of me. I make him cards on his birthday. He makes me a better man. I take him water when he’s thirsty. He takes me as I am…” They both get lost in the music. As she plays off the final melody, her eyes open and she turns to him. “It’s a little rough, but what do you think?” He looks at her with a grin, cupping her face. Their lips meet. “That was amazing, Darling. It looks like you got over your musician’s block.” Her expression matches his and she presses her forehead against his. “Well, I got my muse to thank for that.” 

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[snakebites-and-ink]

What can I say, I was in a mind control/brainwashing mood. I’ve also lowkey been on a living weapon kick for a while, so I guess it was inevitable I would combine the two.

If the flow or voice of my writing changes unexpectedly in this one, that’s because I skipped around like crazy and wrote adjacent chunks of this at totally different times. 😅😅😅

CW: Brainwashing, mind control, captivity, corruption, dehumanisation, somewhat creepy whumper, bad ending (for the hero anyways 😈). I think I got a little unhinged with this one….

Hero was brought before their enemy, held between two of Villain’s goons.

“Villain.” Hero glowered. The villain came closer and looked them over.

“I’ve finally caught you,” Villain said, smiling. “Oh, you’re going to do great things for me.”

“I’ll never help you!”

“Not of your own free will, you won’t. But I believe I’ve found a way around that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Villain didn’t elaborate. Hero was taken to a dark room and forced into a chair with a gratuitous number of restraints. They tried to fight, but eventually ended up strapped down. And then more thoroughly strapped down. Restraints all over their limbs, across their torso, then something that wrapped around their forehead.

“I’d tell you that resisting is useless, but I don’t expect you’d listen,” Villain said from off to Hero’s side. “Well, I’ll see you later, Hero.”

Hero could hear the infuriating smile in Villain’s voice even though they weren’t looking at them. Hero growled slightly and tugged against the restraints—which didn’t give way, of course, Villain wasn’t that careless.

Hero heard the door shut, and just like that they were left alone in the darkness.

…

At first, Hero wasn’t sure what Villain had been talking about. Of course, they weren’t happy about the restraints and captivity, but none of it seemed out of the ordinary. They could handle this. Villain’s insinuations made them a little nervous, though. Villain wasn’t the type to make idle threats.

When they got bored and irritated enough, Hero tried shouting. No response. Still, they felt they could handle this. It’s not like their nemesis’ smug face was much better than isolation anyways.

…

It wasn’t just isolation that they were dealing with. Hero wasn’t certain how, but Villain was messing with their head without even speaking to them. It hadn’t been immediately obvious, but it was too consistent and drawn out now for Hero to explain it away as just their imagination. Lies were slithering their way into Hero’s mind in a manner similar to their own thoughts, but far too methodical to be just that. Sometimes Hero even experienced feelings that didn’t belong, however briefly. Hero knew they were lies, and could consciously reject them, but they couldn’t block them out.

Hero figured the most likely culprit was the weird band thing Villain had put across their forehead. It was thick and clunky enough to have some weird technology in it, and it didn’t seem a necessary part of their restraints. Hero wiggled and thrashed their head as best they could, but it seemed to be fixed in place too well for them to get it off that easily.

…

Hero had bruised themself struggling. Probably scraped a little too. They were sore in countless places from pulling and fighting against the restraints, but it had all been in vain. Nothing seemed any looser, and that horrid device was still well affixed to their head.

They were not giving in. With a physical struggle having proved useless, Hero turned their efforts at resistance inward, focusing on fighting whatever Villain was trying to do to them in their own head rather than in the physical world.

…

Hero was agitated. They didn’t feel quite right. They couldn’t be sure that whatever Villain was using on them wasn’t already having an effect. They countered it as best they could with their own thoughts, but they couldn’t be sure.

…

Hero felt sick. It was like what Villain was doing made them all messed up inside. They weren’t sure if it was a psychosomatic result of an emotional reaction they were having, or if some part of Villain’s treatment actually had a physical effect on them, but Hero was feeling nauseated. And just…off. They squeezed their eyes shut and made a sound that was a little too pathetic for their taste. They didn’t feel right. They wanted out.

…

Hero was still feeling unwell when Villain checked in on them.

Hero was transferred to a different room and restrained in a different position, but they were kept just as secure as before. Their captor strode into the room, seeming far too comfortable for Hero’s liking.

“Villain,” they spat, jerking ineffectually against their restraints with the automatic urge to fight their nemesis.

“Got some fire left in you, I see. Tell me, do you still remember your name?”

Hero cursed Villain instead of answering. Of course they still remembered their name, but they weren’t giving Villain any information that might make Villain’s nasty little project easier.

Villain was unphased by the vitriol. “Hmm. Sounds like it’ll take a while.”

“What will take a while? What exactly are you doing?”

Villain shrugged with the slightest of smirks. “Don’t worry about it. By the time you find out for sure, you won’t mind. Now unless you have something productive to say, I think we’re done here.” Villain beckoned to one of their henchmen.

“No! Don’t put me back in there!” Hero wished they could have said that in a way that sounded remotely threatening, but they just sounded desperate. They couldn’t let Villain change them, couldn’t lose themself.

“I’m afraid there’s not much of an option. Unless you’ve miraculously decided to change sides?”

“I’m not helping you. I’m not helping you.” Hero pretended they were only saying it to spite their captor, and not saying it partially to reassure themself. “I won’t do it.”

“We’ll see.”

Hero screamed and fought as Villain dragged them back there, but it wasn’t enough. Villain had them secured too well for it to result in anything but a few more scrapes and bruises.

Hero went back to the darkness, back to the restraints and the sickening feeling of Villain’s messages sidling their way into Hero’s brain.

…

They tried to fight it. They really did. But Hero couldn’t keep it up all the time, not for this long. They found themself slipping. Not listening really, but letting things through. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t what they wanted, but it was easier.

They picked up their efforts at resistance again when they caught themself, but the fact that they caught it happening multiple times was telling enough. 

…

Hero’s humanity felt further out of reach than ever before. It didn’t really feel like a person anymore. That wasn’t a good feeling. Hero wept.

…

It couldn’t remember its name. That was distressing. It wasn’t supposed to be able to feel distress, but it did. It wished it didn’t.

…

It had been told its name was 491. It supposed that must be true.

Something was still wrong, though. Its feelings weren’t quite right. It didn’t feel like this was how things were supposed to be. It knew things were meant to be this way, really, it just didn’t feel right. Maybe it just needed more time.

…

The weapon didn’t feel distressed anymore. It didn’t feel much at all. Villain had fixed it. It was working better now, not experiencing incorrect feelings or going against what it was made for.

It wasn’t going to fight against them any more. It would do what it was told, as it was meant to. It wouldn’t struggle anymore, or have bad emotions like it had when it was working wrong.

It understood what it was, and who it belonged to. It was a weapon, forged by Villain and for their purposes. The resemblance it had to real people was a testament to Villain’s craftsmanship rather than any sort of indication of its humanity. Its maker and owner was very skilled, and someone more than worthy of its best.

…

It didn’t know how long it was before Villain got it out of its restraints. Not that such things mattered to it. It was Villain’s to keep where they wanted, and they needed to make sure it was fixed and working right.

“How are you doing now?” they asked once it was freed and standing.

“Operating properly, sir.”

Villain grinned. They ran their hands over the weapon, inspecting, and it stayed in place and let them. Villain looked over it hungrily.

They slapped its face. It showed no reaction except to turn its head to face forward again afterwards.

“Perfect,” Villain purred, leaning on its shoulder and twirling a finger in its hair. 491 didn’t react to the handling.

Villain grabbed its hair and pulled its head back, exposing its throat. Not a very strategic position to put the weapon in, but of course its owner could do whatever they wanted with it. “Will you tell me what you are?” they breathed into its ear.

“Your weapon, sir.”

“That’s exactly right.” They released it and righted its head. “And you have no problems with that? No problems with doing whatever I say?”

“Of course not. That’s what I’m made for.”

“Yesss. Perfect.”

Villain took a step back and looked over their weapon once more. They were smiling, with something like victory in their eyes.

“Your precious hero agency won’t stand a chance,” Villain said gleefully.

“Sir?” 491 didn’t understand; the hero agency didn’t belong to it, nor did 491 think of it as precious.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s just…a figure of speech.”

“Yes, sir.”

[uniquevoidflowers]

Visions of Tears

@unexpectedstormy, here is the one about Sky and his vision about TOTK!

(I also tried to write in third person for once!)

Sky’s POV

“Off to sleep with you all! Remember, first watch is Warriors, second watch is Wild and third watch is Sky.” Time demanded.

Everybody nodded in acknowledgement and crept to their bedrolls. Sky sighed and closed his eyes letting the crackling of the fire sooth him as he awaited a peaceful slumber until his watch. 

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Two people, which Sky recognized as Wild & Flora were walking in what looked like some sort of underground cave. Flora held up a flaming torch and with a contemplative look on her face examined her surroundings, while Wild followed close behind her. Wild had some additions to his blue tunic that Sky knew he treasured. The only one who had ever laid a hand on that tunic was the cook himself. Flora’s hair was cut short, unlike how Sky had seen before. Flora’s hair was usually long and flowing down. 

Sky had a very bad feeling about this, a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. A flash, and suddenly the pair were arriving at a huge room with something peculiar in sight. Sky saw a corpse and a glowing teal hand grasping the corpse. Sky had just noticed the weird red malice floating through the air and his stomach sunk. Malice was a very bad sign. 

Flora and Wild slowly walked closer in wonder of the sight before them, when abruptly, the teal arm made a noise and broke off of the corpse. Sky startled, alarmed, watching as an object fell unto the ground in front of Flora. It was in the shape of a tear. Flora hesitated but picked up the tear and Sky noticed it glowing brighter and brighter until Flora suddenly gasped. Then the corpse began to move, slowly but surely standing until falling back and turning its head to Flora and Wild, eyes suddenly glowing red and a pupil appearing. 

Before Sky could even react huge bursts of malice shot their way towards Flora. “NO!” Sky yelled, terrified.

Fortunately, Wild blocked the malice with Fi. Sky was relieved, until he realized the malice was still going and it crept through Fi and to Wild, eventually seizing Wild’s arm, as Wild grunted in pain. “Wild!” Sky gasped, desperately wishing he could go and stop this corpse thingy and rescue Wild.

But it was if he couldn’t move at all. Just like how he felt in his visions. Wild convulsed, struggling to get rid of the malice that was pouring in to his arm. And to add to all the cook’s struggles, a new burst of malice was making its way towards him. Wild quickly raised Fi in defence but the blade chipped, and that little chip managed to make a cut on the corpse, but even still Wild and Flora were in deep trouble. Flora stepped closer to Wild, a conflicted look on her face. “Link!”

“Was that the sword that seals the darkness? A blade that shatters so easily cannot save you from me.” The corpse spoke, voice raspy while staring at the two menacingly.

Sky felt enraged on Fi’s behalf. And, what this monster was implying was the it was a threat. “Zelda…” The corpse rasped.

Flora gave a startled noise, her eyes widening. “You, who carries that fragile sword…are Link.” The corpse smirked.

Wild gave a pained grunt as his own eyes widened as well. Sky was starting to see red. “Rauru placed his faith in you…and that was all you could do?” The corpse slowly turned more sinister.

“How do you…know our names?!” Flora asked, tone suggesting she was panicking. 

Instead of answering the corpse just created more malice and shot it upward, Sky watched as the ground started to crumble and the room began to shake. The malice slowly pushed up a platform. Suddenly, the ground fell beneath the corpse, and Sky stared as the corpse disappeared into darkness. Wild gave another grunt of pain and knelt down, clasping his arm. Sky felt like it was torture to watch these events unfold. “Link!” Flora called, concerned.

To add to everything, the ground also collapsed under Flora and the princess gave a cry as she fell. “FLORA!” Sky screeched, mortified. 

Wild ignored his wound and leaped towards Flora reaching his hand out. Sky watched as their hands nearly touched but unfortunately didn’t. Flora cried out again as she plummeted into the dark. “NO!” Sky shrieked, trying to move, even though he couldn’t.

A golden light wrapped itself around Flora and she disappeared out of thin air as Wild was caught by the teal arm from earlier. Then there was a flash of white light.

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“Sky, it’s your turn for watch.” Wild informed the skyloftian, shaking him lightly.

Sky shot up in a sweat, and tried to recollect himself and answer the cook. “O-Okay.”

“You alright?” Wild asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“M’alright just a nightmare.” Sky responded.

There was no way he could tell the champion of the vision. Wild was already too stressed, and Sky knew Wild would panic. Both Flora and Wild looked like they were going to end up dead. Sky couldn’t even find the right words to explain even if he wanted to. Sky would tell someone else instead. Maybe…Time or Warriors, they would know what to do. “Okay then, just…I’m here…if you need someone to talk to.” Wild offered, giving a small smile.

“Got it, thanks.” Sky returned the smile, but he was shaking, still terrified of what he just saw.

Sky knew that wasn’t an ordinary dream. That was a vision. Wild nodded slightly snd left to his bedroll. Sky took a deep breath and grabbed Fi, grateful to see she was still in good shape. The skyloftian took a glance around and once he made sure everyone was asleep, he curled up into himself and sobbed. 

[twotangledsisters]

You’re awesome for posting fic updates not only consistently, but daily! Any tips for keeping up with writing?

Thank you so much! I love updates and writing being a part of my routine and I'm glad other people enjoy it too!

And sure, I can think of some tips:

First, there's a mixture of inspiration and forcefulness. I remember when I was really little I read a post somewhere about how if you want to take something seriously, you have to take it seriously on the days when you're inspired and on the days you're not. That changed how I treat art forever!

But years and years later I learnt a more important lesson, to never overlook the power of inspiration.

It's through a mixture of both that I can really keep up with writing. If I only wrote when inspired, sooner or later I'd get a loooong writing block that would leave me simply paralysed. But I'll often do the 'just one chapter' method, and often writing just a few paragraphs will get me back into the flow. But if I'm still very blocked after a chapter, that's fine.

But if I am inspired, I will follow that. Even if it takes my story in weird directions that weren't planned! A good example is that Caine rescuing Cass in the final S1 fic wasn't planned, she wasn't planned to come along in S2 and certainly did not expect her to fall in love... A lot of their scenes came from me writing while inspired.

Now, stuff such as Eugene's near death in S1 finale, the way Koto framed him, the way Cass had to deal with accusations of witchcraft, those stuff were planned way ahead of time!

It's really important to keep that balance, to have plans and also leave room for inspiration to run wild!

An added bonus, if you feel an intense desire to go write a fic that's completely different to the one you're trying to work on, just let inspiration win. I was struggling a bit with the 'Day of Animals' arc in tangled sisters the other day, then I got the urge to do a little Cass oneshot, so I wrote the oneshot in one sitting and have had zero issues writing since.

Sometimes you can unblock writing block with MORE writing! As long as you're letting inspiration guide you.

Second is to take breaks! I update every day but I do not write every day. I write a few times a week and usually have at least one really long session!

One of my currently updating fics 'Always By Your Side' I wrote half of it in like a week, took a few months break, then wrote the rest and started publishing!

Sometimes long breaks can really help. I've taken several long breaks with Tangled Sisters.

Third is stay ahead. With 'Always By Your Side' I have it completely written so I just proof read on the day of upload. Tangled Sisters I keep track of in Notion:

Look how cute my fanfic section is!

I'm usually at least 30 chapters ahead but I did take a writing break recently. Soon as I get the next arc done I expect to be well ahead again.

Fourth, motivation! This one isn't entirely your control, but a huge factor for keeping up is just that I'm super motivated! I can thank the amazing people who comment every day, those who comment occasionally, those who leave kudos or send nice asks like this one!

It does sooo much to make me smile and excited for the stories I'm telling.

And if you look at my fanfic section of notion, I have that little box titled kind words, the content actually changed every time I reload the page, it's linked to a little table where I keep track of all the kind words regarding my fics that I've gotten on Ao3 and tumblr! (I also have several bits of fanart by the amazing @rebecagpfs in that page who I cannot thank enough!!!)

So, although you don't have full control over motivation, having a notebook to collect those kind words can help!

Fifth would be talk to people. Have at least one person who's cool with spoilers cause brainstorming is just easier with somebody else! For me @the-writer1988 has got me through sooo many writer's blocks! Often times I just ramble at her until the problem resolves itself, other times it'd be a more active back and forth. But writing friends supporting each other, always great!

And hey, to anybody who wants to ramble about their fics to me I'm always open! I love hearing about people's fics and am huge on the writer supporting writers sorta mentality!

Sixth is just have fun! If you enjoy what you're writing it's going to be sooo much easier than if you don't.

I do want to point out though, every writer's different! I can sit down and write 10k words in one sitting, but a lot of people can't, just like I need five hour to do a drawing many artists can do in an hour.

Writing is an art and you get faster with experience.

Also, I do daily updates because I adore consistency! Having that routine is amazing for me and I think it's lovely for some readers. But I also accomplish that via very short chapters! Sometimes as short as just 600-700 words. Many authors opt for longer chapters that upload weekly but there still writing the same amount!

So yeah, I do hope this helped!

Thank you so much for the ask :D And if anything didn't make sense, please tell me, it's almost 1am here I just noticed but I really wanted to answer this before bed!

[solarishashernoseinabook]

Yk, I was going to ask this in the comments, but then I thought, why not a nifty little ask?

Do you actually write all your stories by hand? And how does it work? Cuz personally I am always put off by the fact I like, don't write fast enough to be able to keep up with the sentences forming in my head, yk. And do you then retype the chapter after you've handwritten it? Genuinely curious as to why/if/.. you prefer doing it this way

I'm glad you asked! And I'm glad you asked as an ask, because this would be a weee bit long to go in a tumblr comment 😅

I handwrite most of my fics, yeah! Tho it's more of a hybrid model instead of strictly handwriting, then typing. I bounce between handwriting and typing based on if I'm having writer's block or not. If I get stuck when typing up a chapter, I save what I have, close down my computer, and pick up a notebook and start writing from the last point I remember. Not being able to refer back to what I've written previously means I'm not stuck agonising over it, and allows me to write more freely than if I was constantly going back to earlier paragraphs. If I get stuck when handwriting, I boot up my computer again and transcribe everything. Y'know that bit of writing advice that's like "if you have writer's block, your problem is actually half a page back"? Yeah, that's why I transcribe! The process of rereading my earlier writing lets me identify what's not working and how to fix it.

TRR2 is actually the first fic where the majority of it has been handwritten beforehand, because Angel bought me a gorgeous notebook to write it in (and he got me a second to continue with!). A good portion of every chapter so far has been handwritten, and some chapters were entirely handwritten before I transcribed them :D

Further reasons I like handwriting include...

...no longer worrying so much about making it "perfect", and letting a first draft just be a first draft Sometimes in the middle of writing a scene I'll realise it works better in another character's POV, or in another setting, or any number of things. Instead of going back and changing it, I make a note saying what the change is and then keep writing as though I've already made the change. That way it doesn't break up the flow of writing and I can continue on a roll! Similarly, if a line is wonky or weird, but I can't immediately think of a better one, I just write down the wonky line and continue. Without the ability to erase what I just wrote, I don't get bogged down making every line perfect, and usually when I go to transcribe it later I have a better idea of what to write

...it helps me be more considerate of my words Wait, isn't this a direct contradiction of what I just said? Let's pretend it isn't I also write slower than I type, which I find is a bonus! My brain keeps working on the words and scene while I write, and they can often end up more refined than if I was typing everything because I had more time to turn the words over in my brain. There's also just something about handwriting things that helps my brain remember them more

...it's way more versatile I can't type on phones - it's actively very uncomfortable for me (small hands yaaay). Unfortunately, this means if I'm not at a computer, typing anything more than a couple of sentences is a no-go. Notebooks are easy to carry, don't require an external power source, and I can easily curl up with them to write in the car, in bed, or outside (bonus: it's MUCH easier to see a notebook in direct sunlight than it is to try and make out words on a screen). It also means I can write at work without worrying about keystrokes being logged, people seeing what's on my screen, forgetting a USB, or - disaster of disasters - computers crashing and erasing my data

...purely autistic/aesthetic reasons :D Writing is a huge physical stim for me. Typing can be too depending on the keyboard I'm using, but writing with a pen on paper is remarkably calming in a way that very little else is. Also, notebooks pretty ❤

thanks for dealing with all that (and also giving me an excuse to ramble on for way too long :D)!

[oonajaeadira]

State of the WIP Address

Okay, y'all, I've been in a really weird place where I've been avoiding...pretty much a lot of stuff. Dunno if I have to talk to my doctor about upping my meds or what, but this is why I actually went on them--my depression manifests not in laziness, but avoiding things I need to do and things I actually WANT to do. Then I don't do them and it all starts building up. And then the to do pile feels insurmountable, like I'll never get to finish all these wonderful things. So I just...freeze up and roll over. Like a fainting goat. You'd think I'd be like "yay! lookit all the things to look forward to! I have years ahead of me full of things I really want to do! I should never be bored again!" But no. Can't do them Right Now? Fainting goat. It's weirdo. We've all got our weirdo and this is mine.

I only mention it here because I do State of the WIP Address to be accountable. Now, the weird thing is, I don't actually expect anyone to read these posts--they're boring and personal and totally for my own motivation. I just know myself and know if I put something out there, I'll feel bad if I don't do it and that should motivate me to actually do it.

But here's the thing....it doesn't work anymore. I'm no longer fulling for my own snake oil. The placebo has run out. If I know it's inconsequential, then my brain tricks me into thinking that I'm accountable to no one. And, in reality, it's true that I'm actually accountable to no one so the trick doesn't work.

Anyway. Welcome to Adira's brain where she finds her own thought patterns a fascinating psychological study and the lab results are inconclusive.

So I'mma try to twist the experiment a bit. Rather than list the things I know I can't get to right this second and feel bad about it, we're gonna let promises go and do it this way. It's not interesting to anyone but me and anyone who nerds out on process. But rather than listing the things I'm not working on, I'll talk about the ones I am, how it's going, what's in my craw about it, and maybe in my ramblings I'll clear the gears to start rolling again.

This isn't interesting to anyone but me unless you really wanna see how seriously I take my fic writing. Cringe if you want. I'm just being honest with myself. My fic isn't high art, but as with anything I create, I can't half-ass it either. It's "be satisfied with it on my terms" or bust.

STATE OF THE WIPS

I have one million projects happening, but these are the pieces I'm actively thinking about and working on at the moment.

SECRET SANTA Where it's at: I'm writing for someone I think is a wonderful person and want to do right by them, so the pressure's on. But at the same time, it's not. Because I know how accepting and lovely the person is and they gave me a lot of prompts and options and like a lot of the things I do and seem to like a lot of the types of things I like to write. I also know that this doesn't have to be over-complicated, that I can write my heart and it will please both of us. While I haven't actually opened up a doc to start, I know that it's the type of thing that if I have a little uninterrupted block of time, I can just sit down and it will flow. I won't say much about it here, but I will say that while it can 100% be read as standalone, it hits on a character/series I'm currently writing and acts as a kind of prequel, a reason for loving the reader as he does. It's something that is kind of missing in the planned series and I think this would be a nice opportunity to explore it before moving forward (and maybe helping propel that series a little) while also touching on one of the characters my giftee likes, a genre they are interested in that I hadn't considered with this character, and it will have a tone I think they'll appreciate. So while it's for them and being written with their likes in mind, I thank them, because it's also a little gift for me and my yearnings. What's stopping me: Time constraints and general anxiety.

TROPE FIC: MODERN DOM!PERO Where it's at: This one got a little sloppy and I'm working on it. I've been following @max--phillips' entries about what defines certain types of kinks and while my thoughts on dom!Pero started as true dom, they swung wrong when I started working on this, and now I'm just thinking myself back to the definition of dominant. And while I may still be missing the mark, it's helping me to think more about how I want to explore and frame this dynamic. It's also giving me a little trouble in that it's not coming out chronologically which causes me to waste time jumping around and retrofitting things. What's stopping me: I put this one on hold to start prioritizing the Secret Santa piece.

TROPE FIC: SEX POLLEN!OBERYN Where it's at: This piece is flowing chronologically. It's going to be longer than I anticipated and the first draft is about 1/3 done. I already know that after the first draft I'll have to do some shaping and I think maybe I got overwhelmed with the task I set for myself and that triggered my avoidance. I know where it's going, I'm excited for it, it will flow easily if I let it, I just have to do it! What's stopping me: I put this one on hold because I got distracted by tasty Pero thoughts. I blame @perotovar for the thots, but not the stopping. That's all on me.

TROPE FIC: ALPHA!JAVI Where it's at: I'm about 1/2 done with the first draft. Again, this one will be longer (and also more angsty) than I anticipated. I love love love where it's going though and reader and Javi's history is beautiful and sad and complex; I really love that half. I'm just now switching into the modern day section of it and have to make a few decisions about how I actually want it to go. My mind is over-complicating the story and I'm trying to wrestle it down a softer path. What's stopping me: I got distracted by the Oberyn story which is why this one's on hold and now this is all Inceptioning on itself.

GOOD. THINGS. TAKE. TIME. Where it's at: The asks are all sorted, there are only a few more sessions left before chapter 4. I just have to write it. What's stopping me: Here's the thing about PATS. If I was out for notes, I'd be pounding on this series, because it's my most popular one. But... really, I'm just here to dream up stories I like to tell. I put PATS down not consciously and not because I don't love him, but I got excited by other ideas. I want to finish it because I don't like having a bunch of unfinished projects lying around, but I also don't want that to be my #1 motivator for writing him. I want to enjoy it. I did enjoy putting the latest installment out, but I also don't feel like I'm letting anyone down if I don't hurry it, just because engagement is low. Again, I'm not here for the notes, I truly love the connection and the squeeing and sharing a yearn. We're all so busy now that it's tough to get to everything and the mutual timing is a bit off. That's okay. It's planned out, it'll get done, I just have to do it when I'm feeling it.

LEAVE OFF YOUR WANDERING: WINTER Where it's at: Finished plan. Yet to begin writing. What's stopping me: I was wrestling with this one for a bit because I had two directions it could go--soft and fluffy without much meat, or weaving all the details together and serving a story that gets rather dark, a little sad, and serves as a fix it. On one hand, I felt like I would be betraying readers by not keeping the euphoric escape. But I would also feel like I built this whole backstory that needed to manifest itself in a test for Joel and Meadowlark, as well as the fact that--other than backstories--there hasn't been any canon hardship or violence displayed. It's like I'm missing a huge chunk of who Joel and Meadowlark are. In the end, that's where the story wants to go, so I'm going there. And I have to not think about what anyone else wants, just me. Not just for selfish reasons, but I know that's when I do my best. It doesn't mean there won't still be fluff and a happy ending. It just means I have to write darkness and perhaps it will serve me better to do it in the season in which it takes place.

[whattimeisitfic]

3, 16, 29, 30, 32

Ask game answers. I’ll put a below the cut thing because I don’t want to force anyone to read or scroll past my blocks of texts of they’re just scrolling for fun pictures in any of the tags. However if you ARE interested in Lucifer-centric angst fics PLEASE consider giving my Ao3 fanfiction “What Time Is It?” a shot! _______________________

3 - Tell me about one of your fics you think is underrated/underappreciated.

Okay, not a Hazbin Hotel or Luci fic (go figure I’ve only posted two and both are pretty well liked) but a Voltron one (again, go figure, the onky other thing I have publish. At least on Ao3). It’s one of the one-shots I have in my collection fic (probably why it’s under-appreciated). It’s called “Notice Me” and I won’t go into too much detail b/c this is definitely NOT the fanbase for it, but basically it’s just some yummy angst, pining, and just Lance feeling like shit after months of being ragged on. With a delicious little panic attack that I had lots of fun writing (there’s nothing wrong with me I swear—)

16 - Is there a type of fic you would never write?

Hmmm… that’s a good question. Definitely nothing that’s like… the really taboo shit like incest or non-LGBTQ related M!preg (sorry y’all I am NOT on the Lucifer birthed Charlie train). Also will probably not, as of right now, ever write a Lucifer ship fic with any canon characters (expect MAYBE Lilith, but even then it won’t be the focus). It’s just… NONE of his ships appeal to me (maybe b/c I just want him so bad but I didn’t say that). And obviously angst is where I live so I probably wouldn’t write anything super smutty. I’ll read it any day of the week, but I’ll stay in my little bubble of giving Lucifer a million mental breakdowns tyvm!

29 - What's your most popular fic?

Gee. I wonder:

30 - What do you struggle with most when writing?

Hmmm… this is a good question. I think there are a couple main things.

One, trying to fulfill the wishes of my ducklings while also not taking forever w/ certain plotlines. Obviously I’m not gonna please everyone all the time, but I try to include requests pretty soon after I read them if I don’t have a specific plan for them to show up in the future (B/c otherwise I WILL forget).

Two, sometimes motivation is a real bitch man. I’ll have all these ideas floating around, then open my fic and realize I can do ANY of that yet because I’ve gotta finish writing this specific part that I’m stuck on how to make it flow right. Also this is gonna sound weird but sometimes I think I straight up zone out while writing. Like if I’m bored, I’ll write and convince myself that everything I just put on the page was trash B/c I didn’t absorb any of it.

Three, proof-reading. I love it and hate it. I need to do it B/c if you’d SEEN some of the whack ass typos I’ve made you’d been pointing, laughing, stomping me into the dirt. But it also takes so much time. It’s much better in the tummy angsty chapters where I’m genuinely excited to read through it again. I’m always so worried about my lacing in certain scenes, whether it’s too fast, too slow, etc. Though, I have noticed, I am a LOT easier on myself when I proof-read in the morning or afternoon as opposed to at night. Which is a little strange but whatever.

32 - What's a fic you'd love to write, but probably never will?

Oooo… there are a LOT of like… ‘head fanfictions’ that have been kicking around up here for YEARS that I know I’ll never get around to B/c like… ugh. Here are a few that are Lucifer/Hazbin Hotel based:

Cast of HH reacts to the show fic. Okay, call me cringe but I actually eat those types of fics up and there is NONE out there. I just want people to react to how BAD Lucifer’s living and mental situation is right now and coddle him, is that so bad? But I know I never will because those kinds of fics take SO! MUCH! WORK!

When I’m not thinking of this fic, there’s this other general concept that gets rolled around with Lucifer basically like… sacrificing himself for both Heaven and Hell in front of like… everyone. He lives in the end b/c like they all cliché stand in a circle and sing and their ‘good’ energy comes together to help him. But like it basically gets heaven and everyone to see him in a new light and realize just how much he ISN’T the monster he’s been pained to be. And what rlly hurts is me imagining his ‘last words’ to be something like: “I didn’t fuck it up this time.” Because. You know. Angst.

OOOO and one where like… it’s set somewhere in the future where Heaven is actually being nice and giving the Hazbin Hotel a chance. Multiple sinners have been redeemed at this point and the angels are down in hell having like a celebration at how far things have come. Lucifer feels both jealous that HE will never get that chance, and just absolutely hates himself because like ALL THESE SINNERS got the chance to go back, but he’s too horrible of a person to be able to have that forgiveness. Lots of feels that I actually DON’T wanna say too much about B/c after WTiI is finished I may want to try and make this happen. I’m only putting it under THIS ask because… u know… I have no clue where my headspace will be if/when WTiI does reach its final chapter. ________________

Thank you for sending in the asks! These were so fun to respond to!

[butterfly-writer]

Simple Complications

Hawks x Hyena!Hybrid!Male!Reader

Summary: M!Reader is a pro hero with a hyena hybrid quirk and has a laughing disorder. But, because of his disorder, it makes people uncomfortable around him and avoid him. Hawks takes pity on him and befriends him, then falls for him.

★☽A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST AND I WAS JUMPING WITH JOY FROM IT!! I’m so glad for the request! I don’t know what to write for the disorder part but I’ll try, I think it’s a nice little detail to someone, it’s unique but can be a bother.

ENJOYYYY!! <33

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- To be completely honest, some people see hyenas as an ugly animal and some even hate them to the point they would make rude comments about them.

- Since you have a hyena hybrid quirk, there are awesome fans who love your hero work and how cool you look! But there are also haters who doesn’t just hate you because of your work but because of your quirk

There was one thing that fueled the haters.. Your disorder.

You have a disorder, where you laugh uncontrollably at random times. There are hundreds of people who feel uncomfortable and when you go on patrol, there are a lot of civilians who would just avoid you or even look at you weird, not only for your looks but for your sudden bursts of laughter. Your laugh is rather different, your laugh sounds like a hyena cackling which would make people even more uncomfortable and bothered by you.

There is this one time that you are completely embarrassed about. It was during an interview, you were getting interviewed by a fan of an interviewer. You were explaining how you stayed brave during the battle and when you were in the middle of it, you started laughing. “And so I– Hah- hAH- HAHAHHAHA,” you laughed and laughed like a hyena and you wanted to stop but you couldn’t, the interviewer looked at you uncomfortably and chuckled nervously. When you stopped, the interviewer looked rather uncomfortable and hesitated to ask the rest of the questions.

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It was a usual patrol with one of your interns. It was a Saturday night so it was a bit crowded. As you walk along the streets, you hear a BANG! Even if it was far away, you could hear it perfectly, you ran across the streets with your interns behind you. You jump at the scene and fight off the villains. Your interns fought the sidekicks and you fought off the leader. The leader grabbed two long katanas and swung them right at you, you swung right to left with your fists up and punched her when you saw an opening, you aimed right on her face and she almost tripped as blood shot out of her nose, making a nosebleed. She dropped her weapons to the ground and one of your interns used their quirk to blast them away. She tried grabbing them but you were fast enough to block her from doing so. “YOU!” she yelled and she panted and stood steadily before charging right at you with a pocket knife.

You quickly charged right at her, making her shocked and stood frozen at that moment, you grabbed her pocket knife and pinned her hands to the ground. She kept on crying and whining like a child. “It’s not fair!! You’re bullying me!! GUYS!!!~” and gosh she was annoying, so you grabbed a cloth and tied it around her mouth, making her whining muffled and she soon stopped whining like a bitch.

Finally, you and the interns managed to defeat them all. Turns out they were quirkless so the interns were glad they were easier than any other villains but it didn’t mean they were weak.

“OH LOOK, IT’S THE LAUGHING FREAK!” and that was heard from across the street, you look over to see a 14 year old girl laughing at you which triggered your disorder. You kept on cackling while your interns tried to help you, while one of the strict interns (kinda like Tenya Iida) walked up to the young girl and scolded her which made her stop laughing at you.

Luckily, you managed to stop laughing and calmed yourself down, “I’m alright kid, relax.” You patted the short intern and he blushed by the gesture.

The wind flows forward, feeling a nice cool breeze come across you as your hair moves towards that direction. A red winged bird rests along the building’s rooftop, looking at the people below. A H/C haired hero caught the bird’s eye, giving his pity to the hero.

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H/N (Hero Name) and the interns walked back to the agency, “ahh~ hey H/N?” He turned his head towards the intern, “hm?” “could we maybe~ celebrate this win by going to a restaurant?~” the other interns shook their heads in agreement and H/N wanted to make their day better and so he agreed, the interns were in joy as they high fived which made you chuckle. Everyone got cleaned up with their wounds and scars from the weapons the villains had and after they finished, they all went ahead and went out to find a place to eat.

It was rather amusing how they would fight like siblings on where they were gonna eat. After all, they were just 1st and 2nd years at high school. There were 5 of them, 3 of them are from Shiketsu while the 2 were U.A students from the first year’s support course and the second year’s hero course. Finally you all found a place to eat, you booked a table that was given to you on the spot and you all sat down, the waiter went in moments later to give the menu. You scanned over the listing of food, the interns found what they wanted and so you called a waiter nearby. The waiter walked over and grabbed their little notebook and pen.

“I want soba, and I want it cold!”

“Can I get the spicy curry?”

“I’ll have the soba too but make it warm.”

“I’ll have the normal curry?”

“Ugh~ you guys are so not original, I’ll like katsudon.”

The waiter noted all of their orders, “H/N? C’mon! Order!” you were still finding a meal and decided on the [F/N] (it means food name!), “I’ll just get the F/N,” the waiter noted that down and bowed to excuse themself to leave the table. The interns went ahead and talked about school and some places they should go to after school while M/N just grabbed his phone and paid attention to that ‘till the food arrived.

After waiting for a while. The food finally came in nice and hot, well– except for the intern who ordered his soba cold and one ordered hers warm. “Itadakimasu!” they all said before eating the meal. The interns kept on chatting and chatting while eating and after they finished, the students went ahead while H/N paid for the meals they had.

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“Bye H/N!” the interns shouted goodbye to H/N as he waved back goodbye. H/N walked along the streets while others gave him an disgusted or awkward look as they went by him. Eventually, he stopped and looked at the starry night as the moon shines in the streets. A sudden tap on his shoulder made him look back to see a rather shorter/taller hero with huge red wings, “you seem to be alone, H/N.” The taller/shorter hero sighed, “and what exactly do you want, Hawks?” Hawks chuckled, “I hoped to keep you company. After all, us heroes should stick together.” H/N hesitates on his words, “you should ask some citizens, they think otherwise,” H/N mumbled. “Ah– You’re not exactly the one with many fans,” “oh! No, hah– I do have fans but I don’t often see them in person, I often see my haters during my patrols. I know I have fans, mainly because I saw them praise me on social media all around the world,” the H/C hero explained to the blonde hero.

“Oh.. You must have it hard, huh?” the blonde mumbled to the H/C. He chuckled and patted the taller/shorter’s shoulder, “I ain’t letting them affect my hero work so don’t sweat it Hawks.” Now Hawks had a tint of blush by H/N’s soft smile and smiled back. Hawks grabbed H/N by the shoulder while smiling, “how about we hang out sometime during our patrols?” Hawks suggested and H/N nodded in agreement.

It was rather simple on how the two of them met.

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- You both probably have been friends for about 2-3 years perhaps? Hawks was around his 20’s and yet, he was up in the top 10 rankings! So you both are rather close and would suggest the other for some missions. Maybe even lucky if you both were assigned to the same mission!

- I would see Hawks as someone who seems relaxed and carefree but really, he’s just a very aware man who is a bit anxious at times. But when he met you, he became more calm and less anxious. Of course, he’s still as aware as before.

- Hawks wouldn’t give a flying fuck about your disorder, he finds it as just a trait of yours and he shouldn’t be uncomfortable about it.

- There was this one time when you and Hawks were on a collaboration patrol. You started cackling and he literally started to panic! He was so worried your outburst of laughter was hurting you which actually is hurting you but he thought you would die from it–

The poor man was panicking, going: “you okay?!” , “SOMEONE GET HELP!” , “a-are you dying?!”

- He doesn’t know much about your disorder so he would do research on it. Not only that, he would ask you a bunch of questions.

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“H/N!!” was the thing that drew you into this mess.

The battleground.

Everything was a mess. There were heroes and a lot of villains, some used to be in the LOV who joined that group. H/N was trying his best to stand his grounds and survive that disaster. A sudden building broke to pieces in mere seconds, falling along the grounds. H/N was about to be hit by a huge piece but a ton of feathers prevented the accident from happening. He looked to the side where it came from and found Hawks by the end of the side.

"Are you alright?” Hawks asked, H/N nodded in reply and ran off to fend off some villains coming his way. H/N was about to strike a kick towards the villain’s head but a hand blocked the side of his face and knocked your leg down. H/N jumped back and ran towards him with his hands ready to take a hit on him. A sudden gust of wind knocked H/N from behind, feelling the air from his lungs shot out. "AH!" was what he gasped before he fell to the ground, already gasping for air. "That was one of my weakest moves! And yet, here you are already gasping for air! How pathetic.." a female voice insulted Him. He felt a sudden force pull him by the hair, making him wince in pain.

A chuckle turned into a sudden eruption of laughter from his throat, “huh?” the voice spoke. She stayed silent as she listened to the hero’s cackle. “What a freak!-- Wow..! I never thought a hero would laugh at a time like this?” She chuckled as she pulled his hair even harder and pushed the male’s head to the ground, feeling the dirt and rubble in his face and some in his eyes. She continues smashing H/N’s head to the ground like a rag doll, already tasting the disgusting ground in his mouth.

“What the fuck?- SHIT!-” a scream was heard behind him as her scream became distant and soon stopped. The hyena hero lifted his head with his now messy hair and his face busted and dirty with dirt and rubble along with tears from laughter from the outbreak from before, to see Hawks! “Are you alright?” H/N sat up and standed up with his help and hugged him tight quickly before pulling back, “I’m alright, thank you.” He did a quick bow out of respect. The hero looked around to see police cars and ambulances with police putting away the villains while the medical helped the wounded. “You should go get yourself treated, you might have a concussion from the constant smashing,” the pro hero suggested and the other pro nodded and walked up to the ambulance near him, he looked at the other hero within a distance and gave a small smile, “thank goodness he’s alright,” he said softly with a sigh.

He realised something and he blushed, “why would I care this much about him?” It was odd for him to care a bit too much about H/N. He covered his mouth with his palm and blushed more, “could I?- Like him??” he mentally questioned himself. He brushed the feeling off as he walked off to check on the villains and the civilians who had gotten hurt during the battle.

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- Ever since he felt that after that mission? He is confused. Does he like you or does he not? The answer is: He doesn’t know. :DD

- He always thought of that feeling and whenever you were near him, he would question why he was blushing a dark red.

- Maybe he would be more flirtatious and more carefree around you.

- It did make you uncomfortable and confused but you got used to his flirts.

- He doesn’t panic that much anymore whenever you have your sudden outbursts. He just asks if you’re okay and if you need anything, which it’s honestly sweet!

[Gosh- I suck at writing the sudden realisation of love for another person-]

- I think he would cling to you more often during the first week of realising his feelings for you.

- If you’re someone who people like to call  “oblivious,” then you would probably be oblivious to his obvious flirts and how he clings onto you during the first week.

- If you’re someone who isn’t oblivious, then you would’ve already figured out the changes in his personality around you.

- Maybe some of you can catch on to something easily and you have already figured it out but just played along.

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The two heroes hung out often during their patrols. For, it may be good for their teamwork and their interns and sidekicks could get along well. But the two became a bit too close- Too close to the point they have an entire ship fandom.

You: (You can think of another reaction you would have) You are honestly surprised and a bit embarrassed. It’s kinda common to ship two people, one being straight and one being S/L (Sexuality Label). Though- You THINK Hawks is gay- Right?

Hawks: HE IS BLUSHING. I AM SAYING that he blushes each time he sees fanart or little edits, just anything that involves you both being shipped. He is all in with being bisexual (I headcanon him as bisexual, shhshsh) but he doesn’t know your sexuality so he’s worried.

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"Hm?" A sudden notification alarmed the hero who was having his day off. He looked over to see a text from his contacts.

[Birdbrain]

Heyyyy wannaa hang out? I know a great place 👀

[You]

Suree

Wait- rn?

[Birdbrain]

NOT RN-

How about an hour from now?-

We can meet up at 8:35?

‘Ah, so an hour later,’ M/n thought to himself.

[You]

Ohhhh, kk

Location?

[Birdbrain]

*Insert Location Link*

[You]

Tyy

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M/n turned off his phone and relaxed while deciding whether or not he should get ready now or later. ‘Hmmmm, later~’ he decided in his head.

Minutes later, he was panicking because he waited too long and the time was 8:22 which means he only got 13 minutes left and the ride would be 7 minutes long. It took mere seconds for him to get ready, just a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants with a red flannel.

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Keigo was outside the place, looking around to try to spot his ‘friend’ who’s more of his crush. He finally saw his crush’s figure and started to wave over to him. “Ah! Haw-” Keigo immediately slammed his hand over M/n’s mouth, stopping him from finishing his sentence. “Please don’t call me that, I’m undercover because of the media,” Keigo muttered out as he took his hand off M/n. “So that’s why your wings are small?” Keigo nodded, “yes.”

There was a long pause before M/n asked, “what do I call you then?-” Keigo thought it over back in his apartment before he headed out, “Keigo..” he mumbled, “sorry?” “Keigo Takami, that’s my real name,” he muttered loud enough for M/n to hear. “Alright! So, shall we go inside, Takami?” M/n suggested. “Sure,” Takami said with a smile.

[Yeah so I’m not gonna write about the little hangout they did, let’s just say that you guys had a little cafe date, sorryy!]

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“You alright?” M/n nudged over to Takami, “hm? Oh! Y-Yeah- I’m alright.” “You sure?” Keigo nodded, “yes, don’t worry about it,” he chuckled.

The walk was silent for a while but Keigo finally broke the silence, “can I- Erm- Tell you something?” “Sure.” Hawks took a deep breath before saying, “I may have a crush on you.”

“....”

“M/n..?”

“Why? Someone with a disadvantage? Just- Why?”

The walk was at a stop as M/n turned to look Keigo in his eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck about your disorder and neither should you! It’s unique and it may be a bother but it’s just you- Your personality, you have ambitions and I admire that and I’m sure others admire that as well about you. Your quirk is amazing and you have amazing skills that not a lot of heroes have, you are respected by a lot of heroes and fans and you shouldn’t give a fuck about your haters. I just really love you for the way you are and how you’re kind and also strong and brave. I love your fighting style and it’s unique just like you-” Keigo was stopped in his rant as a pair of lips pressed against his. Keigo’s eyes widened as he saw his own crush kissing him. Keigo closed his eyes and enjoyed the short yet passionate kiss.

M/n was the first to pull back from the kiss. “Sorry- You were ranting,” M/n apologised, “ah- No no! It’s fine-” M/n grabbed both of Keigo’s hands and held them in his hands, “to your confession. I also like you a lot, you’re smart, strong, and funny and well, handsome as well,” M/n confessed with a smile. “You can call me Keigo since- We’re now dating, you know? Though, don’t call me that when we’re on duty,” Keigo exclaimed, “of course, and you can just call me M/n when we’re off duty,” M/n softly spoke.

Keigo hugged M/n tight. Finally, he’s dating the man of his dreams.

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★☽A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! I honestly was laughing while writing the last few paragraphs since I never exactly wrote something romantic- Oh! And, thank you all for the 100+ notes on Hawks Headcanons! Notes/Likes are always appreciated and please do follow me if you ever want to support my work or know whenever I post something new! <33

[seancekitsch]

Could you do a Richie one-shot based on the song “Knife Prty” by Deftones?

i made a playlist for richie while writing this thats why it took a little while lol but uhhhh under the cut bc kinky

It’s becoming more and more common now, that look in Richie’s eye; the one that drives you crazy and lets you know you’re in for it. Although, you know you started it this time. You’re the one who chose to chop vegetables in nothing but his unbuttoned flannel shirt and a thong.  

“Youre losing your touch,” you hum, teasing him when you don’t even look up from your meal prep to meet that deadly, hungry gaze. 

“You’re just doing this on purpose, right?” he asks, “I mean, it’s not like you thought, hmm? Let’s provoke my incredibly handsome boyfriend who I know loves to get kinky? C’mon, the knife?” 

You have to chuckle at that. Richie is one hundred percent correct. It’s been a while since he’s really seen how deft you are with a blade in your hands, and the imagery… you know thats got to bring him back to someplace special. 

“Maybe I wanted to play a game,” you trail off, finally lifting your head to look at him. His bright blues look predatory under the kitchen light. He softens, but only slightly to come up behind you  and press you into the kitchen counter. He rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Whatcha making?” 

“Soup.”

You speed up your chopping, harshly driving the knife now into celery. 

“A little, uh, rough there, aren’t we babe?” He places his big hands on your hips, squeezing them beneath his flannel as he tries to get as close as possible. He doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s hard and straining against you, instead he tries to press as much of himself against you as possible.

“I pretended the carrots were Amber, now the celery is Sam,” you tell him, quite proud of yourself. 

Richie really can’t help but groan at that. 

“Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are when you’re jealous?”

“Not jealous,” you pout, stabbing the cutting board, “They’re dead and I’m not.”

“Well then, whatever this weird little anger thing you have going on is hot,” he concedes, and his hands travel from your sides to slide down your arms past the fabric of his flannel, until his hands are over yours.

“Me or you this time?” you ask, knowing what the next move will be. 

“I think it should be you,” He whispers, his lips now ghosting the shell of your ear and sending shivers down your spine. You giggle as you pull yourself out of his grasp, throwing the used knife in the sink and grabbing another from the block. 

Richie gives you a head start, just enough time to lay on the floor of the living room and place the knife blade up between your teeth while he hastily pulls at his own clothes in the kitchen. Your thighs involuntarily clench together, excitement racing beneath your skin as the anticipation almost becomes too much. Richie’s figure looms in the door frame now mostly undressed, maybe the most menacing he’s looked since he took off the mask. He stalks over to you slowly, and you let his flannel fall open to expose your chest. That predatory look in his eye is lethal now. You can feel his eyes travel up and down your body, landing on the knife, blade up, waiting for him. 

Richie drops to his knees, and his warm hands come up to part yours. He uses the momentum to drop himself forward, caging you between himself and the floor, and you almost shrink under his gaze. Richie smirks, and you wink at him. All part of the game. 

He leans down and bites the blade, removing it from your teeth, but his lips don’t curl back as far as they should.

“Oh babe…” you manage to whisper, a little genuine concern as he puts the knife to the side and blood starts to flow from the cut. 

“You’ve done worse to me,” he dismisses you, and pulls you into a harsh kiss. The blood hot and metallic against your mouth painting it red. Richies hands can’t move fast enough, practically ripping his flannel from your body, fumbling feverish and violent. 

You relax into the kiss, and once your arms are free they snake around his neck, pulling him down into you as he palms at your chest. 

He pulls away from the kiss, a crazed smile on his face as he comes into your vision. You keep your eyes on his, knowing that one of his hands is going back towards the knife. It was only a matter of time. You brace yourself, steeling your expression on your bloodstained mouth as he gets to work. The first slice earns only a twitch of your eye, and the way Richie's eyebrow quirks shows he's clearly impressed. The second one earns a whimper, because now you're bare beneath him. The knife clatters to the floor as the smile on your face grows, knowing you've won this one.

"Fuckin' perfect," he whispers, finally some softness slipping into his features. His thumbs glide against the new lines, then against the scar tissue of the others. You rub your fingers along the scar on his shoulder, long and pink against his pale skin. He slides one hand back up your abdomen, smearing blood in its wake; the other pulls down his boxers.

"Perfect," he repeats. Richie brings a bloody finger up to his lips, and sucks it into his mouth. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he moans around the digit, making a show of how he sucks it clean of your blood. When he's finally done, he releases the finger from his lips with a pop. Show off.

"So sweet. So fucking sweet," he moans.

"Richie, please," you beg, your hands traveling from his shoulders to cup his face.

"Anything," he pants, quickly adjusting to grab your thighs and push them even further apart, now letting himself rest against your entrance.

"Anything," you agree, and he pushes in.

[honourablejester]

Watching the Sandman Calliope story, and maybe this is just everyone’s brains being different, but why the fuck do you need inspiration for ideas? Ideas are a dime a dozen! Read two books and watch a nature documentary and there’s at least 15 ideas in there. I just … If we’re talking a premise, a one sentence concept, ‘in the year 5000 there are werewolves on Mars’ or what have you, they are limitless. You don’t need a Greek goddess for that, just go for a walk and read some fiction that weekend.

I can see needing a muse for motivation. For the skill and energy and time and will to turn that premise into an actual story, to make the words flow and the phrases turn good. But the premise, the idea? Do you live in a box? Go outside for a while and read some other stories.

Like, is this just me being weird? Am I blessed by a good relationship to the muses and just think that’s standard? But everything Madoc says in that second presentation, when Dream’s already inflicted inspiration on him, that’s bang on. Ideas are everywhere. Stories are everywhere. Now, taking them and turning them into a printable manuscript that you could then actually show to people, that’s a different, hah, story, but if you just need stories to tell yourself at night to get yourself over the hump into sleep, or daydreams, or a premise to get you started …

I honestly have no idea how someone could run out? Writer’s block, I get, but that’s not having no stories to me, it’s having all my stories feel clumsy or irritating, or just no motivation to put any of them on paper/screen. Like, are my ideas good? Maybe not. But there sure are a lot of them.

I don’t know, maybe this is just my brain, but holy god Richard Madoc seems pathetic to me. I mean, he’s definitely supposed to be pathetic, but like even more so. You can’t even come up with an opening premise? Why do you want to be a writer if you have no stories to tell?

Not that there’d be any good reason to keep a Muse captive, and we’re not going to go into everything else that shows him for an absolute scumbag here. But just taking what he said, that he needs ideas. If it had been the motivation/fluency/translation-into-format problem, I’d at least sympathise a little bit. He still should have just hired a ghost writer like a normal person and just dropped his blurb/outline off with them, but at least he’d have done some of the work. But just. ‘I need her. If I didn’t have her, I wouldn’t be able to write, I wouldn’t have ideas.’ I am one with Dream’s face when those words came out of his mouth. An idea is the basic unit of storytelling. You can’t even reach step one?

I don’t know why this makes me so irrationally angry. But you can pick up ideas on a street corner. Just steal them like a normal hack! Ask 10 people in coffee shops what type of books they’d like to read and shake the results until a basic plot falls out. Read 10 short stories, pick your favourite elements of each of them, and throw them in a blender. Find an online concept generator, there’s loads of them!

And I get it, not every idea you come across is going to be one that you yourself can work with. But I’m just … If you can’t even come up with that much, did you make any effort at all?

And honestly. Saying this to the Lord of Dreams. The personification of the global subconscious. The personification of storytelling. No wonder Dream just downloaded an avalanche of concept fragments into his brain until he went mad. You want ideas? There are 20 million of them. Pick one and let us all get on with our lives, you pathetic sack of shit.

Wow. I’m just. Richard Madoc makes me angry? On a moral level, yes, absolutely, but also just on put some fucking effort in level. An idea? Just read. For fuck’s sake.

Sorry. I have a screaming headache today, and this man just annoys me. The amount of harm caused for the most pathetic reason. I cannot.

[snootlestheangel]

🏫 What have you learned about while writing your fics? (either about writing, the themes, the community, etc)

🚦 Why/when did you start writing fanfiction? Why did you start posting?

⛔️ How do you handle writer's block or any kind of creative block when they come up?

🏫 I've learned a few things about writing. Just some basic like grammar stuff that I forgot from grade school. I also learned that you should never underestimate how well a fic idea is gonna go over. I've had ideas that I'm like "people may not like this/think it's weird" but then it ends up being one of the more popular ideas I post and I'm just like "we're all a bunch of little weirdos, aren't we?"

🚦 I started writing fanfic as a way to introduce my original characters. I was a very strange middle schooler and I'd rather not linger on this phase. But then I moved on to Overwatch fanfic and that was a longer, better lived phase.

⛔️ Honestly I don't know. When I wasn't working and was just in school, I had an easier time balancing writing for fun and school writing. I normally just switch mediums. If I've been typing on my computer a lot, I switch to a notebook and pen. But sometimes I'll write poetry or like song lyrics to just get the creative juices flowing

[averagesadperson]

A ~ Attention grabber| Leo Valdez x Reader

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ABC Fic series: A 

Character: Leo Valdez, Heroes of Olympus

Reader: Gender Neutral

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Notes!

I’m not gonna pretend I haven’t written anything because I was preparing all the ABC Fics, because I haven’t. I’m just a master class procrastinator! yay!

Anyway, I literally just finished HOO, The Lost Hero today, so if Leo’s character is a little shaky, I apologize! It’s also my first time writing for anyone in the Percy Jackson series. I fell in love with this series but no one in my real life reads them so now this is my outlet  :’)

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Finally, after days of defeating cyclopses and mother nature herself (basically anyway), Leo has a chance to sit back and relax. Okay, well, not ‘relax’ per se, he and his cabinmates (it felt weird to call them half-siblings still) had to finish the blueprints for Argo II and get to building ASAP. but for now, all Leo wanted to do is kick back and enjoy Camp-Half-Blood for what it is.

First off, breakfast was heavenly. The food was top notch and the choose-and-you-shall-receive- goblet? Genius! Obviously, it was magic, but still. The grass was soft underneath his shoes as he walked through the fields. He had decided to keep the free outfit Aphrodite had given him. Mostly anyway. He swapped the pinstripe pants for some rolled-up jeans and the shoes for a pair of work boots. Unfortunately, the sweet Ray Bans had gone missing almost immediately after getting to camp, so that was a bummer. Someone from the Ares cabin had called out his bright red suspenders so he had decided to wear them till his last breath. Just because.

Anyway! As he got closer to the training arena, he could hear grunts and clanging of swords. He rounded the corner and saw a few kids sparring with each other. Three pairs. One set had a guy on the shorter side who was actually winning the fight against his opponent, a bigger guy who used an axe instead of a sword.

Next was what looked to be an older camper teaching a younger girl the basics. He let the girl jab at him slowly, adjusting her form every time.

Then finally, the last pair was a guy who was like, a foot taller than him with piss yellow hair that was styled up. He had a broken sword, his shield was a few feet away from him. His opponent was obviously winning. They were….

Woah

Leo was interested in the training before, but then he saw you.

You only had a sword, but you were practically killing the guy. You slashed and parried and blocked then slashed again, all in a graceful dance. The only armour you wore was a bronze breastplate and leather elbow pads over your bright orange tank top and workout shorts. You had put your hair up in a ponytail but it had come loose somewhere in your match, hair flowing down and into your face but you didn't seem bothered. Your gaze was set in a determined glare and your busted lip looked like smudged lipstick when you wiped it.

You were beautiful. Exactly Leo’s type. A hot badass who can hold her own and who looks great while doing so? Sign him up. Said badass who will absolutely ignore him and who would probably spit on his grave? You don’t need to ask him twice!

Now usually, with Leo’s especially bad case of ADHD, he can’t sit still for long, but you caught his attention and held onto it with a vice grip. He couldn't look away from you.

Sure, his luck with the ladies was lacking, and every other time he went for one of your kind it went horribly wrong, Ice Princess was his latest escapade who tried to kill him and his friends. Did he learn anything from that? Absolutely not!

So, with false confidence oozing from his pores, Leo marched up to the arena to wait until you finished your- oh, would you look at that? You're done.

“Hey! I’m Leo, new here, you totally demolished that dude.” said dude was knocked out on the floor so Leo didn't mind his words.

You looked back at him with a quirked brow and briefly scanned him up and down. Leo shivered under your gaze.

“Oh, yeah, your one of the three who went on the quest.” you sheathed your sword and walked down the steps to meet him in the grass. Inwardly, Leo was shaking in glee. You didn't dismiss him immediately!

Now, just don't fuck it up, Valdez, he thought to himself.

“Yeah, it was no biggie, just some cyclopses, wind spirits, an evil saleswoman, and a dead guy. Oh, and I kinda saved Hera, but like, it's whatever.” he crossed his arms and tried to look smug but your deadpan expression was making him sweat.

“‘You saved Hera’? All on your own? Wow, you are cool.” he could almost smell the sarcasm and disbelief in your words.

Great job, moron, you fucked it up!

“Oh, well, Piper and Jason helped too.”

“Well, I’m gonna go on a whim here and say they did more than ‘help’.” you breezed past him and for a moment Leo slumped with disappointment. Another possible future with a hot girl wasted. But then he saw you waving a finger at him, motioning to follow you. He quickly glanced behind him to make sure you were in fact, telling him to follow and when he saw no one but knocked out Jonny Bravo over there, a giddy smile broke out on his face and he rushed to catch up with you.

“So,” you said when he finally caught up beside you. “I hear you’re pretty good in the forges. You fixed the dragon-”

“Festus.”

“Festus along with a bunch of cool stuff on your quest?”

It was silent for a moment before he realized you were waiting for an answer. “Uh, yes! Yes, I did that. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

You laughed, which Leo took as a massive win. “Great, then I have a request.”

Now, Leo’s interest was double-peaked. A cute girl wanted him to make her something? He raised a brow in a silent question.

“My sword.” you stopped and pulled your sword out. It was a long blade made of Celestial Bronze. Around the handle was a leather strap wrapped around it many times over.

He held out his hands and you gently deposited the weapon in them. “What's wrong with it?” he said as he examined the shiny blade. There was something about celestial bronze that just looked…. Magical. Maybe it was the shimmer and glare it gave off when the sun hit it.

“I’m not entirely sure, to be honest. This is my sixth one but it still feels too light? Heavy? Is it weird to say both?” you asked with a slight red tint to your cheeks.

Leo shook his head in the negative. “Not at all, my sweet hero.” you rose an amused brow at the nickname. “I’ve never made a blade this big before, or with celestial Bronze for that matter. But!” he cut you off when you opened your mouth to speak. “I wouldn't be called Leo The Great Mechanic And Ladies Man Valdez without reason, now would I?”

“No one has ever called you that.”

“No, they haven't,” he said plainly. you laughed into your hand and Leo's chest puffed up with pride. “But seriously, I think I can whip something up pretty quickly.”

“Thanks a bunch, Leo. if you could have it done at least by Friday that’d be great.”

“What's Friday? Got a hot date?” he asked with maybe a little bit too much worry and curiosity.

You rolled your eyes. “No, Friday is capture the flag, you gotta be in tip-top shape if you wanna win.” he raised his hand in a mock salute and you smiled. You turned to walk away, only now of which Leo realizes you’ve been standing in front of the forge with several pairs of eyes peeking out at the both of you.

“Ah! Wait!” he fumbled with the sword to catch up to you. his hand shot out to grab your wrist. You turn around questioningly. “I uh, I never got your name.” he cursed himself for stuttering. “Unless of course, you’d like me to keep calling you ‘my sweet’?”

Nice save!

You smiled sweetly. His heart started to race and his cheeks prickled with heat when you gently grabbed his hands. 

Is… is this it? Have I unknowingly waited my entire life for this one moment?

You gently maneuvered his hands away from where they’d had a death grip on the blade part, wincing at the small amount of blood that rubbed off. “Careful there, Leo The Great Mechanic And Ladies Man Valdez, if you lose your hand you might lose your title too.” When his grip was firmly on the handle you wiped his blood off your hands and onto your shirt. You stepped back, Leo wishes you stepped closer but that's not here nor there, looked him in the eyes and smiled again.

“The names Y/N, but you can call me Y/N The Crusher Of Men And Taker Of Hearts L/N.” you winked at him and turned away. Leo felt his heart slow down gradually. He didn't know how long he spent in the field staring at where you’d gone but when he eventually turned and trudged back to the forge, he still had a smile on his face. 

He was bombarded with curious campers’ questions as soon as he entered and he boasted (deserved, he thought) to all of them how easy and totally not scary or bone-chilling that had been. When he made his way over to an empty bench the others had saved for him (awh, how sweet) he set down your sword and perked up as Nyssa walked by. 

“That was Y/N from the Ares cabin. A lot nicer than some of their siblings but still. They come in about every week or so for either weapon or armour repairs so whoever’s not busy usually takes it up. Weird they asked you to fix their sword though.” then, like she hadn't just dropped the best most fabulous bomb on him, she walked away like nothing happened.

So you had gone out of your way to ask him (he came up to your first but he wasn't gonna think about that) to fix- no, make you a whole new sword? You trusted that he would be able to do what the other Hephaestus kids couldn’t? Leo smirked.

Yeah, you were totally into him.

[vilyanenyavilya]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @xottan. thank youuuu

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

14

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

734,739.

Thank Checkmate for over half of that.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

MCU, mainly frostiron

4. Top five fics by kudos

Checkmate (Chess and Chocolate Chip Pancakes in Stark Tower)

Mischief Meets Hawk

Variant Friends

The Firefly Light In Your Eyes

The Sorcerer Next Door

5. Do you respond to comments?

yep, when it gets to a back and forth I love it!

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

Mischief Meets Hawk, but more bittersweet because I skipped over what would have been the angstiest part. It’s just what happens when a god (Loki) becomes best friends with a human (Clint).

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

They tend to be happy, but I’ll say Checkmate since it took 409,963 words to get Tony and Loki there. So much happened to build up to the ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Had two comments that I would count, one was more just mis-understanding and one was the type of thing you delete and block the user.

9. Do you write smut?

I write more love scenes than pure smut and other scenes that cut away. Though that might change in the next fic. Firefly’s probably the most smutty.

10. Craziest crossover?

Nothing published, but in my head there’s a Leverage and Avengers + Loki crossover where the Leverage crew is pulling a job and keep seeing weird stuff happen around them. They just want to steal from the rich person and fix something for one or a couple people while at the same time the Avengers are dealing with something huge.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Would be fun! Someone ask!

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

Yes, back in SGA days.

14. All time favorite ship?

Frostiron, to no one who follows me’s surprise. I just love them.

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

Look Question List, I’m really trying on Lost in Time, okay? I have two lovely people reading it for me right now. It’s been two and a half years since I started the draft, but I am determined to start posting.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. It will just flow out, especially between Tony and Loki.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions, especially of location and setting. I have to go back and fill in. It’s my least favorite part. Can’t I just do plot and dialogue and everyone know what I pictured in my head?

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Google translate is a wonderful thing. In Love Language Barrier I used it for Norwegian and a Swedish speaker said it was readable. It was integral to the fic concept, otherwise I use a little here and there if it’s appropriate. Mainly for sweet names Loki calls Tony.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

SGA

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ahhhhhh at the moment Checkmate or Mischief Meets Hawk. Checkmate because it’s my big fic and Mischief Meets Hawk because it spontaneously happened after I watched Hawkeye and needed to put Clint with Loki on an adventure.

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tagging @poetic-fiasco if you want 💚📚📚📚

[yell0wsalt]

For the ask game: 4, 6, 13, 20, 40, 47 ☀️

4. What is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

I’m gonna cheat a bit with this one but the storyline of Asami being an art student whose latest project is a nude model being Iroh. There’s something interesting about being essentially “forced” into that state of vulnerability with the assignment and being able to unpack it through one’s creative works.

I want to figure it out.

This is such a cop out answer because the first two chapters are written. I just dread continuing it because I feel very self conscious about it and the story is coming out stupidly.

6. Do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?

Life feels so busy with work, other responsibilities and hobbies, I can only squeeze in the little chunks of writing when I can.

Zero writing consistency from ya girl

Bless having google docs on my phone.

13. Talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

Those moments where the story can just flow onto the doc? I weep for them, they’re fun in their own way being able to discover what the characters are feeling and doing while the words are flowing out.

Also I get a bit of a thrill from the angsty emotionally heavy moments and digging into my emotional energy to fuel my writing. As someone who typically gets blocked based on my mood, when that doesn’t happen it’s appreciated. HA

Another is probably when I deluded myself into writing more than 1 Ryu/Kuvira fic. Very weird.

20. What is your favorite trope to write?

I answered this one here but said vague horror. Not really sure if it counts as a trope but I guess I’m not too familiar with labeling certain dynamics and instead just let the story and characters unfold as they may

40. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

It’s hard to come up with a specific one as the best, but honestly any engagement with what I write means a lot. I’m appreciative of the comments left especially on Kiss Me Kill Me, I Wanna Swim in Your Skies, and Shinishi of the Deep. I really liked those stories.

Also although a relatively simple comment, the one someone left on A Lazy Winter Morning meant a lot, that fic being my first dip into slash smut

Anyways, any type of interaction is more than what I deserve

47 What story are you most proud of?

I like most of what I write in one way or another, but what I’m most proud of…?

Maybe Kiss Me, Kill Me or Kick Dirt Under Your Feet and Swing

Enrichment for a fanfic writer

[nanjokei]

the new fr*drik kn*dsen video is so mid. loses steam halfway. why didn't he split the video in half and post the second part at a later date? it would have ensured quality and clarity throughout instead of it turning into a slog after the 4 hour mark. by that point flow of information becomes cumbersome and difficult to follow. no, it's not because "there's too much to keep up with". that's not an excuse. there are ways to write it to make it much easier to digest and not be a clusterfuck. so glad i downloaded the video so he didn't get a cent of my revenue, the guy is weird as fuck anyway.

but you know, people cream their pants over any video over an hour, and they put it in the background and barely listen to it anyway, then act like it was amazing. but if you asked them 10 questions about what they watched, they would only be able to answer like two of them. so this is the audience that youtubers are playing to these days. i'm not saying he didn't put effort into it, but people praising it and saying it's the greatest youtube video they have ever watched, i truly do feel bad and hope you engage with better videos. i have no idea what corner of youtube you are inhabiting, the video overall was very okay if i average out my experience throughout the six hours.

btw, before any of you get mad, i'm not saying i don't do "passive watching" or whatever, i absolutely listen to podcasts and videos somewhat passively while i cook or draw, but please be more critical about it. if i realize i didn't absorb what i heard, i rewind however many times it takes until i get it and process it properly, and if i realize im not absorbing shit at all, it means the video is boring and/or badly written. you have to internalize that many youtubers are not as good at writing essays as you think they are. LISTEN discerningly. do yourself this little service! i promise it will make everything more enjoyable!! there is a quote i wanna share one day by fran leibowitz about how audiences need to be more discerning about what they consume because they are just as important as the art and people making said art. sometimes editing and diction saves certain poor script/essay writers, but others cannot be saved. for what it's worth, i don't think kn*dsen sucks at it, but he bit off more than he can chew and could not handle it. if i said who actually sucks at it i might get death threats lol (but i'll say one of them is a certain lying white woman here on tumblr who has a danron url and blocks everyone. absolutely dogshit videos and SHE HAS A SCRIPT EDITOR. JESUS)