#what if i start a collection of snippets hmmm

[skiagrafia]

what if ... what if ... i write a rofan story that's reverse isekai and this grand duke of the north somehow got catapulted into the modern world -- except instead of the body of a human he got turned into a corgi. and there's the FL -- all too tired and stressed under a capitalist society, encounters an abandoned corgi (who abandons a corgi?!) two blocks away from her home and takes him in and cares for him. corgiduke is very chagrined about all of this and feels very much like a fish out of temporal water. shenanigans happen, FL names him cheesebread (he is offended), and eventually he becomes attached to her blah-di-dah -- until one day when FL is bathing corgiduke he turns back into his human form.

naked, corgiduke's first words to FL are, "cheesebread is not a befitting name for a grand duke."

FL, gaping at the sudden turn of events, dumbly replies, "well, i like cheesebreads."

and somehow they fall in love one way or another and they team up to look for a way to send corgiduke back to his world. there's an angst arc for this, but it's all happily ever after of course, i just don't know the details of it yet.

p.s. corgiduke still responds to the name cheesebread even after he went back to being human

[mythmerth]

from my February and March readings, I’ve collected a few more merlin fic recs for the people…

ive been primarily rereading in March so I’d have to change up the style anyways xoxo here’s both!

For favorite long (80k+) fic I’m absolutely choosing The Scroll and the Sword by Elizabeth. The modern-with-magic and haters-to-maybe-you’re-not-bad-shit-I’m-in-love adventure of it all, I was thoroughly enjoying this one from start to finish. The plot hooks you, the romance gets you kicking and screaming, what else is needed ykwim. It also captures the brilliant merthur idiocy, really a gem!

For favorite mid length (30k-80k) fic I’m going with A Language With No Words by neptunesyellowsands! It’s a really great canon era post finale Arthur survives fic. The gradual acceptance of magic and grappling arthur does is just *chefs kiss*. It also has a sequel which was really great as well- just a really enjoyable series!

For favorite short fic (<30k) I’ll choose And He’s Still Left With His Hands by witchmd13! It was so beautifully written and I love the detail of focusing on hands in various scenarios throughout the story. It’s canon era, very soft and such a pleasant read plspsls check it out

since I’ve been rereading so much, I’m gonna do a shorter list of rapid fire novel reads and then another one of favorite rereads~

novel-

At the end of the world by b92morgan was a unique take on omegaverse soulmatism with a lot of lore and plot to back it up. not really canon era, not really modern, somewhere in the middle!

If you like your ouchie fucked up fics, Shackled by Obsessionist may fit the bill. It’s canon era and painful and pay attention to the tags cause it definitely keeps getting worse before it gets better, but still a good read!

rereads-

Following the beast by Footloose is following the fucked up trend in a different way. you just don’t get this kind of fucked up BAMF merthur often, morality is a bit lost here. Modern era with lots going on, and watch the tags cause even though Arthur’s the actual antichrist and earns the title in every respect he still has quite the age gap with merlin

My way home is through you by evaelisaa and Leandra is another great modern-turned-canon era fic. I love the transformation merlin especially goes through as he realizes where he belongs. the first kiss scene gets me screaming every time

The Dragon Rises by Footloose is an all-time favorite. It scratches the canon era itch but technically isn’t. Unique plot, incredible lore, the merthur in it is pure excellence, I’d recommend it to damn near anyone

Though Love Like Light Can Flee by horsecrazy is a wonderful modern era read. like these idiots, absolutely incredible the way they dance around each other Ten Million stars out of five

that’s it for now! sorry for the format switch but I hope it still works <3 god I’ve been busy and offline and this has been in my drafts but tehe I’m still hereeee!

psa I’ve been getting the itch to write again and it’s been distracting me like crazy… if I posted snippets of original work would that be welcome? 👀 let me know! I love to do more writing too but it slows down my reading… hmmm…

see you later for next months lists!!!

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[ladytauria]

and lets do a "Tim got turned into a cat" au

your pick who picks him up and takes care of him

didn’t expect this to be the one i finished first but i’m not complaining. anyway you get a small snippet plus uh. more than 5 points xD

yknow for as much as i enjoy reading them i don’t think i’ve ever written OR plotted one out before!

hmmm… 🤔

very tempted to go damian for this one bc i love the whole. ‘see a different side of someone’ trope with animal transformation & when it comes to tim i find that trope yummiest w jason & dami lmao

hmmm, am thinking…

Tim gets turned either on patrol or while researching an object. I lean more toward the latter bc I like the idea of them finding him at his apartment or in his nest, and while that’s possible with the first option it’s easier/more likely with the second. And I like the idea of him having been stuck there for a short time lmao.

Could also be fun if maybe he was on research duty bc he had a broken/twisted/sprained arm or leg, so little cat Tim also has an injured limb… Teeny Tim cat with a li’l cast on…

Anyway! Damian and Dick are on patrol together when Babs asks them to check on Tim bc he hasn’t reported in over 24 hours and she just wants to make sure he’s good. Dami is aggravated to be interrupted but also he IS a little concerned bc Tim is generally prompt about his check-ins. And ofc when they get there there’s no sign of Tim, just a little black cat holding one of its paws kind of weird.

They look the place over, collect any evidence, etc. Damian makes some disparaging comments both to hide his own worry but ALSO to distract Dick from his. Def takes charge of the cat, bringing him back to the Cave/Manor to get him some food and medical attention. Maybe says something about Tim’s carelessness, which bothers Tim, making him growl/hiss/scratch at Damian.

Obviously how he acts with everyone around vs just with the cat is different; he’s less prickly when it’s just him & Timcat. The main inspo for me picking Damian and writing all of this was a couple of lines of dialogue that popped in my head when I read this. Something like—

“Just between you and me,” Damian says, his voice low and almost conspiratorial, “I find myself worried for Timothy as well.”

Tim’s ears prick slightly, his head raising ever so slightly off of his paw. His body has turned liquid under the touch of Damian’s hand; gentle yet firm as it runs over the length of his spine.

“For all of his faults, he would not have left you alone. Especially not if you were injured.” Damian’s hand stills, settling just under Tim’s shoulder blades. It’s a warm, comforting weight there—almost as comforting as the words themselves. A soft rumble starts in his torso.

As much as he tries not to care what Damian—what *anyone*—thinks, it… bothered Tim, that Damian believed he could be so callous. To know that it was an act is a relief.

Though it begs the question of *why*.

Damian scratches lightly behind one of Tim’s ears, and his eyes close without his meaning to. He tilts into it, sighing; the soft rumble in his ribs turning louder.

His questions will keep.

Not sure how they ultimately figure out that Tim is the cat, only that I do want Damian to be the one to figure it out. I also want Damian to end up doing a majority of sifting through Tim’s files—lol, maybe taking over for Bruce or Dick bc he didn’t like how they were doing it, and Tim being surprised at how well Damian knows him/his system. (Bc Damian has been studying him.)

Oh OH, also want Tim to decide to take advantage of being a cat to learn more about Damian since Damian talks to him a lot? So he learns more about how Damian feels about him but also more about Damian in general. But then maybe it gets awkward bc Damian maybe starts talking about Tim being pretty and how that just makes his feelings (jealousy, admiration, guilt) even MORE complicated.

Final thought: I kind of want this to be pre-Alfred the Cat? So Damian doesn’t have a cat at all, and Tim gets him one after bc “he knows Damian will take good care of it” and “he always wanted a cat growing up so maybe he could visit it sometimes…”. Cat could maybe be an apology for Tim letting the ruse go on, though I am thinking he DID try to signal early on, they just missed it? But anyway.

[ send me an au and i’ll tell you (at least) 5 things i would have happen in it ]

[records-of-a-slacker]

You wanted me to ask about wipes it appears so here I am!

I’m very curious about two.

1. Slacker life i guess

2. 15 yr old KFJ is very confused about kimcom

(Now tell me everything about them please)

Omg hi!!! Thanks for asking :)

1. This one is pretty simple, just a collection of one shots of Cale's hypothetical one day will be reached slacker life. A ton of slice of life of him living jn the rock villa just doing cute domestic stuff because I rlly like it. So far, I've only written a chapter where he makes yachajeon (Korean veggie pancakes) with the kids and Choi Han (good cook Cale is my fav headcanon)

Here's a snippet:

“Oooh, what’s it like?” Raon asked with equal curiosity but more enthusiasm.

“Hmmm.” It was kind of like trying to describe traditional dishes to foreigners. “It’s like a vegetable pancake.”

“Vegetables? The great and mighty Raon Miru loves vegetables!”

“Hm, I liked fruits a bit more but I also like veggies, nya!”

“Veggie soup made by Beacrox tastes good, nya.” 

Cale tilted his head at the three children who were happily praising vegetables as he chopped green onions and thought it was a bit strange. Shouldn’t children their age not like vegetables? He thought.

Kim Rok Soo remembered an age where he was still with his parents and would often complain about the vegetables on his plate or look at them silently in a grumbly, detesting manner until his parents said something about it. He sighed. It’s alright for them to complain if they don’t like it. 

In the midst of his thoughts, before he could dive any further into his records, he saw On’s eyes watch the movements of his hands as he moved the green onions off the cutting board and started on the leek before sparkling up at him while Hong and Raon were bickering next to them atop the counter.

“Do you want to help?” 

On’s eyes widened a bit before nodding with a smile, polymorphing into her human form and standing in front of Cale. Hong, watching his sister and realizing what was happening, followed after her and stared up at Cale expectantly while Raon flew next to him with the same sparkling eyes.

They’re way too enthusiastic about this. He sighed. “Okay, all three of you then. First, you should put on kitchen aprons.”

2. This one's ORV! A good old scenario fic where kimcom gets sent to KDJ's middle school years as random transfers. It's all platonic kimcom fluff because they're everything to me. Dokja basically regressed back to his 15 yo self so he doesn't remember anyone or anything about Kimcom and hasn't found twsa yet. Their goal is to stop kdj from eventually jumping out of a window. They don't know he's gonna jump out a window but they know he's gonna die someway somehow. Cue 15 yo Kim Dokja being highly confused by this random group of transfers who will not stop bothering him???? And this grumpy guy who looks like an actor is making hum homemade lunches and watching him eat???? And this random guy a bit buff for his age who keeps talking about the military????? And this girl who keeps insulting him for his taste in novels but scares off the bullies around him???? And these underclassmen he's never met who call him ahjussi??? And this pretty heroine of a girl who just sticks around and also probably poisoned someone's coffee????

Meanwhile kimcom is like. Why are you so skinny. Where did you get these bruises from? Huh???? Shut up we're going to the convenience store after school and buying you more stuff. Oh don't worry about Song Minwoo I disposed him in a bodybag somewhere.

Here's a snippet:

..Of course, he’d rather jump out the window right that moment than admit any of that out loud to this infuriating jerk. Besides, it seemed that all his charm points went to his face and god left him with this horrible personality and a few random quirks for flaws.

Kim Dokja heard something get dropped on top of his desk and looked away from the window. It was a bento lunch wrapped in red cloth. He looked up at Yoo Joonghyuk, a bit confused again as this had been going on since three days ago. The man in question only stared back with his cool, unreadable dark eyes. “Eat.”

He blinked dumbly for a second. “Wha— it’s still morning.”

“This is for your breakfast.”

“I’m sorry, what?” First he makes him lunch and now he’s also cooking him breakfast? Kim Dokja slid the bento back to Yoo Jooonghyuk’s side of the desk. “I already ate, it’s fine— you can just have this.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes narrowed into a glare at his refusal, pushing it right back to Dokja's desk. “Eat.”

He frowned and inched away a little. “I already said I—”

“Dokja-ssi, just eat it.”

“I— Sangha-ssi, I already—”

“Oi, don’t be so stubborn, Kim Dokja. Do you want Yoo Joonghyuk to spoon feed you that bad?” 

“Han Sooyoung, what the hell?!”

[nikarie5]

Sugar Rush - snippet

Rating: General audience. No ships. Juvenile diabetes, bullying, racism, and sexism. Incorrect medical advice. Excessive use of commas and run-on sentences.

General description: Remus helps one of his summer Cubs navigate how to continue in sports after a diagnosis of Type 1A diabetes. Thanks to @lumosinlove for the characters, @noots-fic-fests for the prompts and cards, and @hazelnoot-analyst for their archive work :)

Remus sifted through his inbox, which was usually pretty quiet during the summer months before training camp kicked off. There would, however, sometimes be the odd e-mail from a parent related to the Cubs teams he coached, so he continued to check his Lions' e-mail everyday. Sure enough, today, he had two e-mails, one from the ice manager about when the Cubs were expected to arrive for their special arena tour the coming week. One from - hmmm - one from the administration forwarding an e-mail from Mr. Sanchez, father to one of the more gifted Cubs Remus has coached in the past three seasons. Lucía had joined their program as a seven year old, and now, at nine, was one of the best skaters and players on the ice. She had worked hard to catch up to the kids who had grown up on the ice, learning to skate as soon as they could walk, and she showed an instinctive grasp of hockey tactics and reading plays on the fly. She had missed last week, and he hoped this wasn't bad news. Remus clicked open the e-mail, scanned it quickly, then let out a breath. It wasn't good news, but it certainly wasn't as bad as he feared. Lucía had just been diagnosed with juvenile diabetes, and was afraid that she couldn't play hockey anymore. Remus fired out a response, inviting Lucía and her father to a meeting before the next practice. Then, he hit the books. Well, he hit the internet, collecting resources from reliable sites he already knew of and sniffing out some sites with information that might be more accessible to an 8-year old, and some resources in Spanish, just in case. Then he called his buddy Jake, a former NFL tight end Remus had met during his courses at Madison. Jake, a Type 1A diabetic, did a couple of sessions at the university each year for aspiring trainers on how to assist athletes with diabetes, and Remus had stayed in touch. He also fired off an e-mail to Luke Kunin, who had started working with the Madison sports trainers in high school while Remus was finishing up his program, even though Kunin's freshman year was after Remus' graduation. The following Tuesday, Remus felt ready to go. He met Lucía and Mr. Sanchez in the lobby, and ushered them through to his office so they could be assured of privacy. It broke his heart a little to hear Lucía look so defeated when she declared that she couldn't play anymore. Diabetic Mexican girls have no place on the ice, her doctor said. At that, Remus shot a look to Mr. Sanchez, whose jaw had clenched so tight, Remus was afraid he might crack a tooth. "But, you are from Honduras. Lucía, don't believe anything someone says if they can't even get that right once you've told them. Your doctor is very, very, very wrong." "The school says it too, and other players. Only some girls can play hockey, and not brown girls, and not sick brown girls. They say I will get a sugar rush and fall down whenever I skate fast. And they say I will get too fat to skate, only fat Mexicans get diabetes." "I am sorry you had to listen to that. None of what they say is true. I will keep a stronger ear out for that kind of bullying and ask the other coaches to do better too. That kind of attitude does not belong on the ice, in the locker room, or anywhere."

Then, point by point, Remus demolished the false statements, explaining that diabetes is different from a sugar rush, and that with careful management, Lucía can not only play any sport she wants, but excel at it. He shared the tips from Jake and Luke about how to wrap Lucía's new continuous glucose monitor and pump so that they were protected without impeding movement or insulin flow. He talked about nutrition and managing diet in the sense of being aware of how your body was feeling, and learning when and what to eat ahead of expected activities, and how to recognise a low. He shared his stories of working with Kunin, and how the whole World Junior team kept jelly beans in their pockets and on the bench, just in case Kunin needed to quickly raise his blood sugar. He talked about how the discipline and awareness of how her body is feeling that Lucía will develop while managing her diabetes might help her with the work needed to become a professional athlete, if that is a goal she decides to pursue (although nothing can guarantee anyone will make it to a professional, - and doesn't Remus know all about that, he thinks silently to himself - but diabetes certainly shouldn't stop her).

An alarm started to ring from the desk, and noting that it was almost practice time, he gave Lucía a handful of the temporary tattoos Jake had courriered over to him, some a simple blue circle, others the circle with the words Insulin Dependent written underneath. Then he sent Lucía off to change into her gear, but asked Mr. Sanchez to stay behind for a second.

"What your doctor said to Lucía was incredibly inappropriate, damaging, and incorrect. Is there any chance you can switch doctors?"

"I have already started the process to transfer Lucía to a pediatrician who specialises in juvenile diabetes." "Good. If that doesn't work out, please reach out to us here, and we will try to share more resources and make some connections with organisations the Lions work with regularly. Also, if I may be so bold, please report that doctor to the state board and the US Department of Health and Human Services. I have to head to the ice, but, please, don't hesitate to reach out to me if you have any other questions or concerns about Lucía playing hockey. I can set up another meeting like this anytime this summer. Lucía is a gifted player and a great leader on the ice, hockey would be worse off without her playing."

[songbookff]

5, 6, 16, & 29 from the new ask list!! I love learning more about your process!

Hello there!

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

There are far too many to count if I'm being honest.

However, the one that comes to mind is a time travel/parallel universe Next Gen Star Trek fic. I've got a lovely little plot, but not quite the time or energy to write the entire thing. It would bring together two timelines that see our favorite characters (and ships) facing an enemy together (and of course, finding love along the way).

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

No.

But that's because I very rarely, if ever, reread fics. I don't even reread books that often. I know, I'm probably strange. But there is just so much wonderful content out there, I don't have time to reread.

16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles?

I absolutely adore this question.

In the off chance that the title does not come before the writing of the fic (which has happened), I usually have a list of potential "working titles". Sometimes I like to keep to a theme if there is a collection (or even within a chaptered work), see my Elusive Spirits universe for examples of that.

But often, I don't decide on a title until the work is done (in the case of one-shots) or completely outlined (in the case of multichaptered fics).

If you are curious about a particular title I've already made or perhaps to know what potential titles are floating around in my "working title" section...feel free to drop me an ask. I love talking about titles.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Hmmm. Since I mentioned the Star Trek TNG fic before, here is a little snippet below the cut because this got rather long:

The man sitting in the captain’s chair appeared to be in his fifties, with grey starting to creep into his hair. There were lines on his face that Picard was not familiar with, but there was no denying the face: William T. Riker was staring back at him. 

“Captain Picard,” murmured the man on the other Enterprise. “I am sure this is as unexpected for you as it is for me.” 

The Will Riker on Picard’s ship walked back to his place beside Picard, staring, mouth slightly agape, at the elder version of himself. Picard cleared his throat, realizing that Captain Riker was expecting a response. “I will admit it is unsettling. I wonder if you know more about the situation than we do.”

“I guess the first question to ask is what star date is it?” Captain Riker gave his younger self a little nod before turning his gaze back to Picard. 

“The year is 2369,” replied Picard, regaining his composure. “I’ll guess that isn’t where you came from.” 

Captain Riker let out a dry chuckle. “About eighteen years too early. Seems I’m in the wrong place and the wrong time.”

[chronically-a-bacteriophage]

6, 26, 50 for the ask game! :D

6 - do you prefer drawing or writing?

Writing!! I havent written anything in aaagess though but I wrote so many short snippets of stories a couple of years ago. I would write fanfic but I think I'm quite bad at characterisation.......

There's a short story I wrote a couple of years ago under the read break! I write more poetry though these days! I had an idea for a poem / collection of poems earlier today that you might start seeing posted on here soon!!

26- What are some seemingly childish things you like?

hmmm, I like playing? As in roleplaying scenarios through texts (*looks over at dms with a specific mutual* XD), or running through the woods pretending to be an elf etc? What about you?

50 - wildcard, any question. ask away

Hmmmm.... I dont know what this means exactly so i'll do two interpretations

What is your favourite season? I'll answer.... 36! Do you like your middle name? I guess? It's not an interesting name, and it feels a little dull, but its not awful? I have a very unusual first name and so my parents chose a more normal middle name incase I wanted to go by that!

[liminalmemories21]

10 first lines

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns! (I also excluded the drabble collections and the kiss prompt snippets)

tagged by @rmd-writes. Thanks!

We were in screaming color

His mother calls as he’s sitting in the parking lot of the shelter, trying to work up the nerve to go in - to talk to Michelle, to talk to Iris, to apologize for all the ways he’s been a terrible friend, a terrible husband.

The knave of Hearts . . . he said he’d steal no more

"Do you know where Tyler was the night of the 10th?"

The knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts

The first time he meets TK he’s just a guy in a bar with a great smile and an even better ass. 

The hearts knows a hundred thousand ways to speak

Nancy marches into the kitchen at the station and points a finger at him.

sex is an emotion in motion

Admittedly running into Grace at brunch had not been part of the plan when they'd left the loft, but there's not much Carlos can do about it now, so he's just going to roll with it.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens

He's 14, nearly 15, and Matthew is his first real boyfriend.

A Conversation in Eight Acts (+ an encore)

"Tell me something I don't know about you," TK says drowsily.

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple

Enzo emerges into the arrivals hall looking frazzled by the logistics of traveling with a one-year old.

Two paper airplanes flying

There are days when he can’t remember how they got from there to here.

Now is where love breathes

He wakes up and regrets it instantly.

What have I learned from this?  I think that I like to start a story in the middle of something happening and then build the context from there.  Also, usually short sentences (although there a couple of run-ons in this list that would make my elementary school English teachers cringe).  Also, I write in series.  All but two of these stories are part of a series.

tagging, hmmm, @freneticfloetry, @bonheurcafe-blog, @wandering-night19, and @actual-sleeping-beauty

[dogueteeth-fhr]

WIP Not-Wednesday

Thanks @silvery-bluish for the tag!

I'll forward this to @wonda-fhr ! As always, not pressure to participate ;) <3

Hmmm let's see what I've got for my WIPs that I can share a bit of!

ACT 1

a Tokyo Ghoul!AU FHR series I started on a little while ago. WIP title for now, I think i like the idea of setting up the story as "acts 1 & 2" for Rebirth & Retri. Here's a lil snippet from it I might publish soon once I get the "scenes/chapters" planned out more. Riding heavy on Tokyo Ghoul's "tragedy" quote for my titles on this WIP lol.

He beams, sunshine and smiles, the thousand-watt smile that melts hearts, melts hers a little too. She can feel the smile grow on her face, feel the way that damnable knot between her shoulders loosens a little still, after all of these years, and shit, that's a complication she doesn't need. Didn't and doesn't, not back then and not right now. His hand lands on her shoulder, friendly and comforting. To anyone else but her.

It feels like a lasso. A leash. A noose. Leading her to the front gates, dragging her to her doom. To the gates. The gates. That.

The gates in the Rangers' HQ that scan for RC cells.

Standard. Necessary. No, not standard. State-of-the-art.

Always the best for the Rangers.

Her pulse grows cold. Is she pallid? What does her face look like? Is it terrified, is the the mask crooked?

Last time. Last time, last time, years ago, the RC scanners were still new tech. Not strong enough the pick up her trace, the trace of a half-ghoul. But that. That was almost ten years ago.

A decade is long enough to make improvements.

stray.

Collection of small segments that talk about both of Isa's escapes from the Farm. Alas I'm still working on this! Just haven't made much progress as of late since my brain is rather fried but here's a little snippet!

The stars are beautiful.

Most places she's been deployed have swallowed their stars. Shot them down, trapped them in little plastic and glass containers, anchored to the earth to light roads and pavements and rooms. Kept like animals poached from the wild. Surrounded by wall and window cages in the comforts of humans' homes to chase away the dark. So many caught, so many brilliant stars brought down by man, leaving the skies above filled with an inky emptiness.

But here, in the Nevada desert where man could not remain, where they couldn't take and claim, not the stars nor the arid land, the night sky celebrates with the splendor of galaxies above her head. She stares into the wonder of purple-pink clouds of cosmic dust and the glittering shine of stars, motionless and quiet. She should be running. She should be taking advantage of the darkness that she had waited so long for, curled into a small ball beneath a pile of road debris to keep hidden in the light of day. She never understood the concept of beauty before; it was a uniquely human perception. Less-thans can't afford to think about such things. But she might understand it now. Just a little.

kiss & tell (it's called: freefall)

Another snippet from a piece of the "freefall" series I'm taping together in my free time! Hehehe so many good moments in this series it's always so hard to pick a snippet without potentially spoiling a part of the series's story.

"That's not the point!" He cries out, tossing his arms in the air and biting back the sting of regret when she flinches in the corner of his eye. Regret, then anger. Anger aimed at himself for regretting that. She does not deserve his sympathies right now.

"I get that you're not sorry. I get that you're going to do it again, even if I don't agree with it, even if I wish you would be sorry. What I want to know is why, Cerrísa. Please." His voice cracks, and he can see the way her face falls at the sound. "Please, explain yourself, Cerrísa. Because I'm running out of ways that I can understand you, and I want to give you the benefit of the doubt, that you're not just doing this- killing people- for shits and giggles. Please."

He's almost in front of her now, taller and casting a shadow over her but he feels minuscule in front of her, begging for understanding. She refuses to look him in the eye, and he hates that she's chewing on the already-cracked part of her lip, and he tries not to think about how the metallic taste would feel echoed in his own mouth. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, and every time it falls shut, he feels a little bit of hope within him die.

[thetragicallynerdy]

20 Questions for fic writers

I got tagged by @zombiethingy, thanks so much for the tag pal!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

50!! I just hit 50 with my last kinktober fill, it's neat haha. Halfway to 100 XD

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

728,567. I write... a lot lmao. I would love to hit 900K by the end of the year - I've got an 150K+ fic that's unposted in it's entirety that I'd like to finish by then, we'll see if it happens!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

OFMD, UnDeadwood, Critical Role (Campaign 1), and Leverage. Mostly OFMD and UnDeadwood, though!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

but don't you shake alone (Leverage, 817 kudos, blows my mind every time)

In Which Mr Sharpe Is In Need Of A Rescue (UnDeadwood, 252 kudos, my first fic ever written!)

i like to call myself wound (but i will answer to knife) (OFMD, 221 kudos)

every bit as feral (UnDeadwood, 178 kudos)

for my life, still ahead, pity me (CR 1, 167 kudos)

And looking at this list, I now realize that all of my top kudos'd fics are whump fics XD

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sure do!! I can take a while to respond because of the Executive Dysfunction but I try to always respond.

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

Hmmm. Either something from the UnDeadwood whumptober collection (I can't think of one, because I wrote them 3 years ago, but some were damn sad), or the weight of another unearned victory.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oooh that's tough! I dunno, I tend to like writing if not happy endings at least hopeful endings. Three that stand out are 1) i will stay, if you dare, 2) i found love where it wasn't supposed to be and 3) Ask Me Anything OFMD SMAU - because they all start out or get super sad (bad breakup, character death, and character death midway respectively) and end super happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on ao3, but I've gotten anon hate on tumblr for the ships I write after posting fic snippets!

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

Yes lmao. It is the majority of what I write right now. As for what kind - ehhh that's hard to say! I write a lot of different stuff! But mainly: smut featuring Jim from OFMD or Clayton from UnDeadwood. I write a lot of trans/nonbinary smut for both characters.

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

Nah, not really my thing!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my awareness? Honestly I'm not a big enough fic writer/don't write for popular enough ships/fandoms to really be worried about it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

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

Sure have! Three published, and another few in the works. I really enjoy co-writing, it's always a fun experience.

@askmeanythingofmd (ao3: ask me anything ofmd) with @yerbamansa

a grave softer than your end with @eldritchjackalope

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be with @lovewithagirl

@lovewithagirl and I are also currently co-writing a really long sad Jim/Ed post s1 fic, and have a few other ideas we're messing around with really casually! We co-write together pretty often <3

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh this is a tough question haha! That I write for: Jim/Olu and Jim/Ed or some combo of poly ships with them (OFMD), Clayton/Aly/Matthew, Clay/Aly, Clay/Matthew (UnDeadwood).

Other faves include Arthur/Eames (Inception), Parker/Elliot/Hardison (Leverage), and I'm blanking on any others lmao. But those are the big ones!

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

Oh man, so many. I have a lot of WIPs that get abandoned tbh. The big ones are both for UnDeadwood - The Lighthouse AU and The Nemesis AU. Both sitting at pretty high word counts (50 and 90K respectively). I'd love to finish both, but not sure it'll happen. Maybe someday, though!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at adding in details? Specifically details around what characters are thinking/feeling/experiencing. Or at least I try to be lol. I find writing dialogue pretty easy, and I think I'm decent at smut and whump writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Worldbuilding my beloathed lmao. I find it really boring, so basically never do it.

Detailed settings are also pretty hard for me to write - I don't picture places in my head easily at all, so I basically do as little work as possible with it. Which is something I'd like to work on, because I really enjoy very place/space heavy writing.

Also conciseness XD I am a wordy bastard, and always write way too much lmaooo.

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

I've done it using google translate, I try to keep it pretty minimal because I don't actually speak any other languages and I know it's not going to be very accurate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

UnDeadwood my beloved <3

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooh, that's really tough. I've gotta go with i threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell - it holds a really special place in my heart. (If we're talking smut, then probably we both go down together XD) For unpublished stuff, the long sad fic I'm co-writing with @lovewithagirl is probably my favourite thing I'm currently writing.

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Thanks so much for the tag, this was a lot of fun!! Neat to look back, too.

I'm gonna tag (but only if you feel like it friends!) @yerbamansa, @dragonmuse, @yourlocal-charlatan, and @alfalfairy.

If you didn't get tagged but see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!!

[hufflepuffwithaslytherinkink]

Transmogrification of a Noy Yet Lord - Chapter 3 Snippet (Amelia POV)

They enter the small stone passage the one the first years wait in to be collected before the sorting. Amelia recognising it fondly, this is where she first met her friends. Though this time it’s a little more awkward, the tiny first years all stare at her expectantly as though she’s going to be taking them into the hall. When she moves to stand with them their looks turn from expected to bewildered. Same, she thinks, noting she’s about twice the height of most of them.

This is going to be embarrassing she groans internally glancing at their heigh difference, she stands out like a hippogriff in a unicorn den. It doesn’t help she’s beyond nervous, this is going to be people’s first impression of her, what if the sorting hat said she couldn’t be sorted again? What if it could tell she was from the wrong time?

She chews her lip anxiously before straightening her shoulders. Who cares what the sorting hat thinks? She’s been admitted to this school, she needs to be here, it knows she’s magical it can’t stand in the way of her finishing her education. And so what if she doesn’t get sorted back into Hufflepuff, she’s sure the other houses are just as comfortable. This is a new her, a new decade, a new life. She can start again, no one knows her here, no one has expectations of thoughts of how she should act or who she should be.

Suddenly Dumbledore calls them forward and she marches with the – smaller than she remembers – 11-year-olds into the great hall.

As soon as they appear there’s a scattering of chatter. There always is but this feels more intense, perhaps it’s her brain playing tricks. She knows it’ll be her they’re talking about so everything feels more intense.

Yet she knows the murmurs buzzing around are definitely about her, the people pointing and staring make that more than obvious. She rolls her eyes. They could at least try and hide it a little she thinks grumpily, do they no have manners?

She waits patiently as names start to get called, one by one students clamber to the tiny, wooden stool, their faces pale and nervous as the hat covers their heads before assigning them a house.

When they reach the S’s Amelia’s nerves start to build one more, she waits, fighting the urge to bite her nails but her name doesn’t come. Did they forget about her? Why aren’t they calling her? Oh fuck, don’t say they’ve changed their mind and she’s going to have to walk out of here shamefully.

She’s debating on telling Dumbledore, he’s the one placing the hats on the students heads in this decade, but she doesn’t want to draw more attention to herself. She sucks her cheeks in wondering what to do when it hits her. They’re leaving her until last. Ugh, why would they do that? It’s already embarrassing enough as it is. She closes her eyes taking a deep calming breath. Dippet is an arsehole for drawing more unwanted attention to her.

The worst thing is this ceremony feels like it’s been going on forever. How many bloody students were joining? Finally, the last first year gets sorted into Slytherin, cheers erupting from the green table when Dumbledore turns to her with a kind smile. “Smith, Amelia.”

The room falls deadly silent. You could hear the ghosts floating if you listened close enough.

She lifts her chin, striding confidently towards the stool. She’s got nothing to be embarrassed about, she thinks, this is something they’ve all got to do. She sits down as gracefully as she can manage, automatically crossing her legs.

She holds her head high whilst simultaneously wishing she would drop through the floor into the kitchens and just live with the house elves.

Amelia glances around at the students staring at her intently, all of them watching her avidly when she feels Dumbledore place the hat onto her head.

She hears the familiar voice echoing through her brain.

“Hmmm… you’re a strange one. Amelia Smith. Looking in your head you’ve been sorted before. I don’t remember you. You’re not from this time. How strange. You were a Hufflepuff, still are a Hufflepuff. But you’ve developed some new traits. You’re brave, you’ve had to be with what you’ve faced you’d do well in Gryffindor, alas you’re not brash enough.” Hechuckles.

 “You’re smart too but so are many of the other students in other houses. I think Slytherin would suit you well. Don’t scoff it’s impolite. I believe you’ve had to adapt to keep yourself alive. You’ve become cunning and ambitious, they’re not bad things. So reluctant to hear the truth. But not to worry, I see you’re still a Hufflepuff at heart your greatest attribute is loyalty, and you’re a hard worker. Yes, better be…”

“Hufflepuff!” The hat shouts aloud. There’s a ripple of polite clapping from around the hall, bigger claps and some cheers from the Hufflepuff table. Amelia smiles at them gratefully, always the welcoming house. She thinks, glad she’s sorted into Hufflepuff once more.

She starts to make her way towards the table, spotting her friends on the Gryffindor one as she walks past. Hattie pouting, William clapping and Annie waving.

She thinks she’s going to like it here, Amelia thinks, taking her seat at the Hufflepuff table as people introduce themselves enthusiastically.

[russett-pots]

Jealousy in its Lowest Degree

KIm Gaeul ft. Jang Wonyoung

Tags: Fluff, teasing?, ref magnets (just wanted to add a third tag)

Words: 0.8k

Yeah, more fluff more snippets happy 1 year anniversary.

“Cut!” The director shouts. “Okay, everyone. Let’s take five.”

Gaeul just finished her scene for the music video After Like and there you are standing and admiring her. After her what seems to be a stunt car ride drifts across the parking lot. It seems dangerous at first but you can trust the driver that he will keep your girlfriend safe.

Your relationship with Gaeul has been a secret for a while, only to be known by the company and a handful of staff. It has only been permitted since you promised to keep it a secret from the public. But if anything leeks out the company have your back.

You were invited as an intern to one of the PDs but it’s more of an excuse for you to spend time with Gaeul. Your boss doesn't mind anything as long as you are doing your job. But all that’s on your mind right now is to run and hug your girlfriend since it has been some time since you spent time with her with all her busy schedule and this is the only time you really have together. 

You got a small yet special gift for her. It isn’t much but a small ref magnet from your recent trip to the Philippines to add to her collection from all her limited travels. You carefully pull it out from your bag but unbeknownst to you someone was peeking over your shoulder.

She yoinks it from your hand. “Haha! I wonder what this is?”

You turn around and it is Wonyoung, the center, and one of Gaeul’s labelmates. Also ironically, the classmate of your younger sister and is a family friend. That’s how you meet Ive and started dating your girlfriend. But Wonyoung currently has your ref magnet and playing with you for you to get it with her superior height. 

“Ya! Wonyoung! Give it back!”

“Hahaha! Try jumping higher! You shortie!”

“Ya! Wonyoung!” You shout once more but with one heavy jump, your fingers barely reach your ref magnet and you manage to retrieve it from Wonyoung.

“Oh, Oppa. You’re a real shortie.”

“Don’t you dare say that! You being  five cm taller than me doesn’t make much of a difference.”

“Well, it’s a difference where I can make fun of you.” She sticks out her tongue.

“I’m still older than you. You have to know that.”

“Yeah, anyway Oppa. I have to get to the make-up room. You’ll be at tonight’s dinner with the fam?”

“Yeah. Sure. Sure. Oh, where is my girlfriend by the way?”

Wonyoung looks around. “She should be around here. You told her that you’re here?”

“Yeah, I texted her.”

“Hmmm, well you don’t have to worry she’ll find you. She has that kind of talent.” Wonyoung leans to your face. “Ops, you have a pimple on your nose!” Then suddenly she kisses you on the cheek. Wonyoung giggles as she skips away.

You quickly feel your nose for the pimple but nothing is there. Wonyoung really loves teasing you. But that kiss made you blush. Wonyoung has never been this touchy with you, only with your sister. With the hugs and the kisses to each other’s cheeks. 

But suddenly you hear a shout from the back not long after your encounter with Wonyoung.

“Oppa!”

You turn around and you see the most beautiful person you have ever laid your eyes on, your girlfriend Gaeul.

“Oppa! What was that!”

“Jagi-ya!” You run to her with open arms. But when you jump for a hug. Gaeul steps aside making you fall.

“Oppa?” Gaeul bows to you with her arms still crossed. “What were you doing with Wonyoung?”

You get up and clean yourself. “Oh, Wonyoung? Nothing.”

“Then what’s with that kiss?” She looks at you with her piercing eyes.

“Really nothing. I promise.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. She’s like a little sister…..that’s taller than me.”

“Hmmm, I guess. Now if Wonyoung is going to give you a kiss, what are you going to—”

You lean into her lips for a kiss. Good thing no one is paying attention to the both of you. You lean out and leave a shock, happy and blushing Gaeul.

“Like that?”

Gaeul blinks twice. “I don’t know if I want you to do it again but it felt nice.”

“Well, it is better than Wonyoung.”

Gaeul comes in and snuggles a hug. “Okay, I believe you.”

“Oh! I got you a gift.” You hand over a small bag. “It’s a ref magnet from my trip to the Philippines. I hope you like it.”

Gaeul takes it out of the bag and removes the plastic. “Of course. I don’t have one yet.” She comes up and kisses you on the cheek. “I’ll add it to the collection.” She admires it for a second. “I have to show the girls.” She extends her arm and opens her hand for you and signals you.

You look at her clueless. “Huh?”

She rolls her eyes over and uses her other hand to grab your hand and make it hold her hand.

You get the signal and hold her hand while escorting her to her dressing room. 

“I’m going to have to talk to that Wonyoung again.” Gaeul mumbles.

“Don’t be too harsh. She is meeting me over for dinner.”

“Dinner! You two!”

[agentmultifreak99]

Hmm…should I even make something about Diablo 2?

🤔

Just a rough idea so far…well, some ideas might already existed but oh well…

(Heck, to avoid details, I’ll simplify them like how I did with AU of the Dead.)

…make them kids? Because why not, ya actually starts at level 1. (Hmmm…not really?)

Just start out small first like ACT 1 stuff. Meeting each other or something or just snippets.

Now the hardest part… “how the heck do I make the characters interesting?!”

😒😓🤦

Barbarian: weapon pro (except crossbows and normal bows, don’t let him use it), actually knows magic words but bad stuff keeps happening, usually have yelling match with Necromancer, tough as heck, has issues with Druid, somehow got his butt kicked by either Assassin or a very annoyed Amazon…

Necromancer: a treasure hunting bully, curses as often as breathing, actually nice with Paladin, (laughing at Assassin’s venom skill, goth of the group…uh…along with Assassin, often have problems with Druid, (do NOT touch the shrunken heads collection)…

Amazon: hello spears, javelins, bows and crossbows…she’s a pro, somehow can dodge everything but will trip over a small rock…bruh, loves to make decoys to fool everyone, knows how to make potions…

Assassin: cynical psychic, get along with Necromancer for some reason, the only person who understand what Druid is saying, bane of a locked chests, prone to slap everyone’s head because she can, don’t touch her bags…there might be traps, so done with everyone…

Sorceress: mana juggler duh, fire ice lightning duh, somehow always getting fooled by Amazon and Assassin’s illusions, wants to learn how to make poison (don’t teach her), prone to annoy peeps with teleport, …she’s a 100% thief with telekinesis

Paladin: seems to be the only sane guy in the group, somehow can pray while doing…everything, obviously multitasker, designated team leader, …Akarat help you if you make him mad—-

Druid: dude doesn’t speak human language bruh, (jolly fellow in the group), surrounded by pets…uh friends, ironically the richest guy in the group…since he hoards stuff, basically…a cloudcuckoolander that can shape shift, has a slight problem with Sorceress, thought Necromancer is a nice friend to hang out with (lmao), at odds with Barbarian because…lore, do NOT show him snakes…

…like I said, just ideas. Might drop them or revise them. Who knows.

[tratserenoyreve]

aaand, last bit: miscellaneous thoughts on other game features, it’s aesthetics, etc

as far as rpgs go, genshin introduces and explains its setting and world rules pretty well. things like Visions, what the Archons are, the way each town works. there is a Lot of stuff to keep track of tho. adepti, yakshas, katzlein, seelies, harbingers, fatui, outlanders, ley lines, irmunsul, it is a lot to learn.

thankfully, there is an in-game archive that saves a lot of info for you. Enemy intro tutorials, story quests you’ve done, a bestiary, all the books you pick up, etc. Every weapon has a written story description, every artifact does too. Collectible items have details on what they are or lil snippets of commentary from the Traveler. If you like reading, there’s a lot to read.

genshin is a really pretty game! it’s heavily stylized and full of bright colors and i am regularly wowed by just how well environments are set up to create really interesting views. the open world is really open and you can see landmarks from clear across the map. completing world quests also has a real visual presence, the needle on top of dragonspine being visible from everywhere on the mainland, the cleansed sakura tree in inazuma seen glowing at night as far as liyue.

while the map is unfinished with regions still to come, you can pretty much point at a weird rock formation and then walk to it. the exploration feels natural and intuitive and while gliding is very clunky i have still had a blast traveling around teyvat.

the lighting is very pleasant, transitions from dawn to day to dusk to night are very pretty and the attention to detail on how textures are lit is fascinating. i often just stand and look out at the landscapes because they’re so pretty.but, there are also a lot of like. hmmm design choices. most obvious is thigh high stockings being a constant with the lady characters and boob windows. while i’ve definitely seen worse in game ads where they are practically smothering passersby with cleavage, genshin is more reserved but it’s still like. kind of there. it’s on par with a lot of armor designs you’d see in final fantasy, detached sleeves, belly windows.

the character design is like. a mix between standard anime fare and surprisingly detailed costumes. i mentioned it before but a lot of research is put into by the team for both region designs and the character’s clothing. a recent new character, yun jin, is designed after chinese opera dancers/singers. there is also a delightful blend of modern influence on characters like chongyun, who wears a neat hybrid mix of traditional chinese clothing and a hoodie.

interestingly, the devs are voluntarily changing a lot of character designs to not be as questionable. people have misreported it as being forced by the government but what in fact happened was a chinese feminist group brought up issues they had and were going to report it to the gaming publishing commission (or something to that effect) because genshin is basically at a pg-13 rating in china and they have standards to follow. without any lawsuit even being made, the team has already started addressing those issues and honestly the new designs are nicer.

now, one thing i was super concerned about going in was how genshin was going to handle its child characters, of which there are currently four. diona, klee, qiqi, and sayu. thankfully they are treated as kids and the Traveler’s interactions with them can be boiled down to a mix of “oh my god who left you unattended, why am i now a babysitter??” and “im adopting you as my baby sibling and i will be a terrible influence”. their designs are adorable and in-game they seem fine so far but also i don’t trust fan spaces so there’s that.

diona in particular has me most nervous, her storyline revolves around how she’s dealing with an alcoholic father who ignores her and, as children do, she is trying to destroy the alcohol industry thinking that will fix things. on the surface, this is relatable, like a kid throwing away cigarettes thinking that will get their parent to stop smoking, so too does diona try to ruin the drinks themselves so people stop liking it. but, there are two problems that come up in this story that bother me:

- she has been hired as a bartender, because mondstadt has no child labor laws i guess and this should let you know this is hell on earth. her family is a bunch of cat people, diona is a calico, and she was hired partly as a mascot for a bar that has cats as their theme. (she uses the money she makes to take care of her pet cats cuz otherwise they won’t be looked after, add this to my list of reasons of wanting to fight her parents) the game emphasizes diona is never allowed to drink herself and does not want to, but it also implies she does deal with harassment from the bar patrons. this is concerning. she’s like 11 at most.

- diona was blessed (cursed?) by a water spring fairy to have any beverage she handles always be delicious. this means that while she is trying to get everyone to quit drinking by making gross cocktails with slime and frog bits in them, everyone is instead loving everything she makes and it’s become a problem. it’s part of why she is harassed and she is distrustful of adults who smell at all like alcohol.

like, i sort of get part of what they were going for but it gets lost and just has too many concerning references to her being endangered by drunk adults with a dad who is just like “oh well”. i want to kick draff’s ass.

anyway, other stuff.

there are lots of things to do. there are collectibles for every region, lots of treasure chests to find, puzzles to solve, mini challenges, etc. because the world is open you can see where this stuff is and kind of bounce around doing bunches of random tasks.

a lot of the loot is the same, bit of currency, weapon and character levelup materials, sometimes skill items. but, because you need so much of this stuff all the time, it’s still worthwhile to collect it. you also earn primogems for wishing from this.

you also get primogems from quests and achievements. a lot of the achievements are for basic tasks like going thru the story while others are for hidden challenges or random events. there are hundreds of these, so if you like seeing achievos light up you have a lot to work with.

another big time sink system is the sereniteapot. the sereniteapot is an unlockable item that basically lets you have a customizable realm where you can collect, construct, and place buildings and furniture. it takes a LONG time and a lot of resources but it is pretty neat and even has a gardening feature. you can invite other players to your teapot to show off and you can also place characters you’ve unlocked inside to earn more friendship with them.

friend grade unlocks all sorts of dialogue, from character stories to in-game conversations. there are a bunch of unique ones tied to the teapot. typically, these conversations are wholesome and funny. a few characters do seem to be flirtatious but it’s very??? like, kaeya likes messing with the traveler and lies a lot just to get them riled up, he thinks it’s funny. so im disinclined to take him seriously. meanwhile i’ve gotten gorou to the same friend grade level and he is Not like that, so it’s not like friendship leveling is full dating sim grade stuff. which im very thankful for, bennett is my bro and my Traveler is just adopting and being adopted by everyone they meet.

there are a couple characters im aware of who are implied to be romantically interested in the Traveler but it’s very dubious and doesn’t come up in the main story, albedo and ayaka. and in both those cases it’s ambiguous to the point of “are these just very lonely people who are grateful to finally have someone they can be themselves with or is it actually more?” that one quote of “what they were feeling was friendship but neither had experienced it before” only the Traveler has main character syndrome on top.

speaking of the Traveler, they are like. a puzzle and a half in of themself. whether you pick Aether or Lumine, they are written with a distinct playful attitude that goes between a kind of wistful and young sense of humor before sharply turning into unexpected harsh judgment. (they match Paimon well with inventive insults) given what little info we have on them, this does make sense. the Traveler isn’t fully human, at least not in the sense of being mortal the way a person usually would be. they’re developmentally a young adult, going by the writing and how others treat them i’d say the intent is like. 19? it’s ambiguous and so makes me uncomfortable with the idea of involving them with anyone.

a lot of characters talk down to them and emphasize they seem young, it’s why they’re not allowed to drink because they can’t even prove their age/lack an id. they are still recognized as more mature than characters like bennett or razor, who are treated as teenagers. the ambiguity is frustrating and it’s a big anime problem.

anyways, outside of that, the Traveler may at first -seem- like a player insert but as soon as plot stuff gets moving it becomes more apparent that they actually have their own opinions and goals that don’t allow any player input. they can be selfish and harsh sometimes or purposefully withhold information because they don’t trust anyone else with it, even if holding back like that will cause problems later on. they have been to many worlds but never have stayed, a kind of youthful ignorance or maybe deliberate escapism.

it’s not been voiced in the main story yet but it’s implied in some item lore and comments made by the Traveler that they and their twin’s home was destroyed. they strike me as being similar to venti, they aren’t comfortable with actually confronting the tragedies they’ve experienced and so play it off with distractions and friends they hold at arms length, never allowing anyone to be that close. the twins refer to eachother as their home, “home is when we are together”.

the Traveler as a character may make more and more decisions that players disagree with, which i think will be interesting to see.

uhhh, conclusion time i guess. genshin as a whole is enjoyable if you don’t mind taking your time with things. for a free game, the amount of content and the quality of it is actually really really nice if you’re an rpg fan. some of the stuff in it is questionable and i’d emphasize it’s around a t rating and has anime issues with some character choices. alcoholism comes up a lot?

you can play from start to finish without spending a dime, you just need to be willing to accept the rng status of character unlocks and that you may not ever have a complete roster. no amount of money will win the game for you either, even if you get a c6 5 star character you still need to go through the effort of completing quests and fighting bosses to actually progress. i wouldn’t say genshin’s gameplay is revolutionary, even if i really enjoy its world setting and aesthetics. but, it’s free and can be a fun time waster so long as you have the fortitude to ignore its gacha system.

[janetbrown711]

2, 7, 8, and 23!

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Tbh I don't define what I do and don't write into "tropes" but I def would wanna write a "comes back alive, but wrong" story because good god are those always amazing.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Oooh, a challenge I see.. hmmm...

I suppose if I had to pick I'd choose this scene from the first chapter/part of my og Wakko's Wish Rewrite Collection

“Yakko, run.” Angelina ordered. Yakko came back to life and booked it down the opposite way. His heart pounded in his chest and wind roared in his ears as he heard shouts and the clanking of armor behind him. He turned a corner and heard his mother cry out in pain, shouting things at the man, and then-

A loud gunshot rang through the hall, and his mother’s voice was silenced.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

GOD-- I have a lot to chose from here... I think the obvious answer is the staircase scene from my Angelina 1 Lives Au, but for a less obvious answer i'd have to go with this scene from my Encanto fic All the Medicine

The air was thick and heavy, feeling and smelling like illness– if such a thing were possible. The heat came to Luisa all at once as it escaped into the cool night air. A bowl reeked of something nasty that she dared not look into. The girl’s mother was laid on her back, eyes and mouth closed. Luisa quickly hobbled on over, climbing onto the bed carefully. 

Her mamá did not look well. 

Her skin was sweaty and shiny despite the late and rather cool hour. Her skin had a garish yellow tint not helped by the candle light. Her hair was wet and unruly, curls laying in messy nonsensical twists and frizzing up. Her mouth was red– very red, and her lips chapped. 

“Mamá? It’s me, Luisa,” She shook her arm lightly. “I-i came to check on you. Tía said you wanted to see me while we were at dinner, a-and so I’m here.” 

No response. 

“Mamá, I’m being so strong. I haven’t cried since the river. I’m not even scared, not right now,” she lied, her heart pounding in her chest. 

A soft croak. 

“M-mamá?” She jumped back. “Mamá, can you hear me?” 

“Isa..?” Julieta barely managed to say, her eyes hardly open and red. 

“No, Mamá– Luisa. I’m here for you,” she said, holding her hand. 

“Mi leona,” a small smile. 

“M-mamá, why are you so sick? Tía said you were better,” The girl begged to know. 

“Mi Lu, mi leona, tan fuerte,” Julieta’s body jerked, followed by a hushed moan of pain. 

“Mami, please ,” Luisa squeezed her hand, fighting precipitation in her eyes. 

“Lu… I see Papá,” Julieta said, staring off in the distance. 

“P-papá? Papá is downstairs– you aren’t making sense, mami,” Luisa sniffled, bringing her mother’s hand to her face. 

“Mi papá…” her mother whispered. 

“Mamá please !” The girl begged. “I-i’m here, just talk to me!” 

“ Duérmete mi niña, duérmete mi sol,” Julieta sang barely above a murmur, blood starting to trickle from her mouth. Luisa gasped in horror. 

“M-mami, I’m right here. I-i’m not going to bed,” She said, her lips trembling. She laid her head against her mother’s chest, determined to listen to her slow and steady heartbeat as her will betrayed her, and she began to cry. “A-and I’m not leaving until you’re better!” she quickly declared, wrapping her arms around her mother. 

Idk, i just really like this scene. I feel like the desperation is palpable, as well as signs of Luisa's habits that will eventually become major elements in the actually movie Encanto, which takes place 11 years after this fic.

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

God, probably literally all of my ducktales fanfics. They're very amateur stuff, very short very dialogue heavy. I've grown so much as a writer since beginning with that stuff, but I refuse to go back because of how the show really went downhill season 3 with crazy decision making. It'd be nice to redo the Gone Missing series and really fine tune that angst, but that's never gonna happen lmao

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The Ghosts

Dazai Osamu x reader x Oda Sakunosuke

Series Summary: While Dazai finally gets over the death of his friend and moves on with his life, he has to watch him unnaturally return into the would, and now he has to watch him turn twisted and into everything he hated in a way.

Chapter Summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar place after the indecent at the gala.

Trigger Warnings: Emotional trauma, mentions of extreme violence, mentions of emotional distress, mentions of illegal activities, and strong language.

Previous Chapter: Fists colliding and Fancy Collections

Waking up and opening your eyes too look up at a ceiling that was completely unfamiliar made you spiral into an instant panic for very obvious reasons.

Shooting upwards sitting up you that clench your head as it starts to pound on the inside, when you were done your removed your hand for your eyes to align on certain tall man you've come to know as Oda Sakunosuke by Dazai. But, you weren't going to be the one to think about much considering after you sat up your head started to throb causing you to let out of groan of discontent.

"You shouldn't make any more sudden movements (Y/N), your'e concussed from the explosion."

You try to think back to the auction, the boom sound! That must have been it! It was also the last thing you remembered before waking up, the blast must have knocked you out.

"Why am I here? And what happened after the explosion Oda?"

"So I'm going to assume that Dazai told you my identity."

"Yeah."

"I was tracking the same group that you were trying to get a lead on, they are also the same people that set of the explosion, but with that they also revealed themselves very publicly."

"Well, who are they?"

"The people who resurrected me."

"Well, I mean why else would you be going after them? I knew that much. Like who are they?"

"They call themselves the ghosts."

"WOW, that's REALLY creative."

"I can literally hear the sarcasm dripping form your voice."

"Congratulations Sherlock mystery solved."

"Are you always like this?" but he internally already knew the answer to that. "The name the ghosts as uncreative as it sounds is pretty accurate of a description, considering from what i've discovered most of them where formerly dead assassins, spies, or something of the illegal sort."

"Did they mean to reveal themselves publicly?"

"No actually the auction was by invite only but a reporter snuck by security, and because of that the ghosts basically outed themselves as terrorists accidentally."

"I wonder who in that group actually thought bombing an art auction would no be seen as terroristic."

"It was there backup plan, I intercepted some of them backstage looking for something, then things got complicated......" He exclaimed this while rubbing the back of head, probably because he trigger the group to cause a lot of chaos and felt bad for it.

The chaos that lead to a bunch of the auction goers hurt by being blown up. Wait, was Chuuya alright? He was just as close to the blast as you were!?!?

"Is Nakahara alright?" You say trying to hide your adamant concern from the man sitting in front of you.

"Yeah he's completely unscathed, from the blast anyway, right after the blast he went chasing after the assailants, but I haven't seen him since."

Well that's sort of a relief you thought, you wouldn't want Dazai's rival/best-friend/enemy to die while you were there, you know Dazai has already been through enough, and you just want to help him heal. Wait how long ago was the auction anyway? Did you just disappear from the agency for god knows how long, and by the looks of it you didn't have your phone on you.

"How long have I been out?"

"About a day, a little less."

"One day just about."

"ONE DAY!!! I need to use your phone to call someone to pick me up, no one knows where I am."

"That's actually not true I called Dazai and told him the situation you were in, i'm not going to be jerk and freak out the agency for no reason. You also have life 360 on your phone so......."

"But wait! I don't have my phone right now."

"Oh you don't, but I do it was in your pocket." Dug his hand into his coat and fished the instrument from his pocket, waving it to show you he had it.

"Can I have my phone."

"No you're concussed."

"But it's my phone?"

"and you're still concussed, i'm not going to give it too you until Dazai arrives to pick you up a little later this afternoon."

"What am I supposed to do until then? Play bingo with myself or something."

"I can get you a snack or something from my fridge, but I would actually recommend you sleep for the time being, it helps with concussion recovery."

You did actually feel really groggy, your eyes were already starting to flutter shut, and since there wasn't a growl in your stomach you decided to nestle into the cover of the bed you were already tucked into, letting your eyes meet causing you to drift into a slumber.

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The light repeated up and down motion stirred you from your slumber, opening a sliver of you eyes you find yourself being carried in the arms for your brown haired companion, Dazai. Starting to wake up you immediately then start to return to your sleep when your friend brushing his hand across the skin of your cheek gently. The slender fingers flickering across your face as a sign of endearment, lulling you into another slumber, only catching the ending snippet of the conversation between the two men before dozing off once again.

"Odasaku."

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks for taking care of them for me."

Author’s note: Sorry for the irregular updates, and the shorter chapter! I’ve kinda been having a little bit of a writers block recently, I’m still kinda in it but I’m trying to get out of it. Hope you still like the chapter even though it’s short!