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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Slay the Princess (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Player | The Hero/The Princess (Slay the Princess), The Player | The Hero/The Razor (Slay the Princess) Characters: Voice of the Smitten (Slay the Princess), Voice of the Cheated (Slay the Princess), Voice of the Stubborn (Slay the Princess), Voice of the Hunted (Slay the Princess) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Violence, POV Second Person

posted on ao3 for graphic violence and sexual undertones

Preview:  “Do you really think this was enough to stop me?” The mocking, harsh voice of the Princess as she lay dying rang in your ears. You had done what was asked of you, slain this unknown woman in this unknown cabin, hidden away in this unknown forest. And yet, you felt unsatisfied, discontented, even as the life slipped from your body.

“You’re on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a Princess.” Hasn’t this happened before? Perhaps your feelings had offered you an additional chance, a new opportunity to figure out what else lay beyond the simplicity of death and the scowl of the Princess. If she could avoid death, if you could avoid death, then how were you supposed to be able to even save the world? Why even try?

(This whole thing’s a crock of shit. She’s just going to pull out a knife out of nowhere and stab us again.) A new voice rang in your head, snide and displeased, representing your some of your thoughts. The Narrator had told you she had no weapon, no way to fight back, and yet she had stabbed you, forcing you to bleed out alongside her on the stone floor, with nothing but her spite for a semblance of company.

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update complete

since i've finally returned after 3 years i am pondering a bit of a rebrand because thats a very long time with a lot of changes and im not really that attached to my current handle tbh

im thinking over possible options for now, but i have updated my general writing tag to match my probable concept

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goldfinwrites -> writingwiring

since i've finally returned after 3 years i am pondering a bit of a rebrand because thats a very long time with a lot of changes and im not really that attached to my current handle tbh

im thinking over possible options for now, but i have updated my general writing tag to match my probable concept

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since i've finally returned after 3 years i am pondering a bit of a rebrand because thats a very long time with a lot of changes and im not really that attached to my current handle tbh

im thinking over possible options for now, but i have updated my general writing tag to match my probable concept

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✍️ "when did you get started writing?"

📖"what has surprised you about your WIPs?"

😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?"

⁉️"what do you do when stuck on a scene?"

emoji asks here

this gets a little long so ill give it a read more

✍️ "when did you get started writing?"

in elementary for sure; i remember getting in trouble for stuff like "fictionalizing interactions i had with my classmates into stories" every now and again. (it was classified as "making fun of them") i also upset one of my french teachers asking how to say the names of different diseases for a miniature creative project i was working on. i was also a big roleplay kid as well, so that was a part of it too; i was very much a budding fanwork creator since childhood.

📖"what has surprised you about your WIPs?"

i think that its been very surprising to see the difference in derivative and transformative fanwork to me? in that ive made (and published) a fair amount of derivative work (stuff that's meant to integrate fairly well with or heavily depends on canon), but putting forth something highly transformative (that reconfigures the story into a new narrative) has been an extremely different experience. its been kind of an incredible process; i feel like ive learned a lot about what kind of art i want to make and why, as well as understanding what compels me specifically in literature. its really helped me narrow down what i like and how i want to create in a way that i dont think i fully could have expressed before. because of that its also helped me understand other people's art better too, not from the viewer perspective but the creator perspective.

also its really made me go "ah. man sometimes i can pinpoint exactly what inspired this idea or detail"

😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?"

normally, its time! being that employment is a terrible hell that consumes my time and drains the creativity out of my mind. however, with time as no object, i find that a lot of the time its "how do i end a scene" more than anything else? i tend to have a really strong concept of what i want to happen in the scene itself, but figuring out how to make it end in a way that feels natural is kind of a challenge. for longer works and ideas, something else i find difficult is pacing! im very aware of when a story drags or rushes and can be very critical of that in my own work.

and for a final big challenge, im rather weak when it comes to dialogue. i try to circumvent it a bit too much sometimes (see: having multiple translations of a work to pull lines from canon directly) because i have a hard time making people sound not only distinct from *me*, but from each other

i also think that my "hates to use the same word twice in quick succession" trait means that i perpetually have a thesaurus open at all times to consult, which can lead to me being a bit frustrated when there's not enough synonyms

⁉️"what do you do when stuck on a scene?"

write porn. so to like, elaborate a bit here because there is reasoning: i found out about the whole dubiously real mythical disney animation porn vault from a (most likely fake) post talking about how the animators drew it as a warm-up because it uses the skills and gets them refamiliarized with the anatomy and all and immediately went "yeah that makes sense i should do that" and now its kind of a habit. in actuality, i think its less about the actual explicit nature and more being able to switch gears into something more low-stakes, but i still find it useful. first, it does get the gears turning again and lets me feel like im unstuck. second, its an easy way for me to practice certain things because ive written it before? so i can go "okay i want to practice emphasizing sensory details" or "i want to have only very short sentences" or "i want to write it without describing genitals" and get practice with those skills in something im already comfortable handling instead of trying to *also* execute those skills on a new idea. i think for people who dont write porn, just writing a scene theyre familiar with (whether that's a dinner scene or a fight scene or anything else) would serve the same purpose tbh

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Behind the Scenes Writing Ask Game

So behind the scenes won the poll, but I thought I'd do an ask game with it!

✍️ "when did you get started writing?"

✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"

📜"how did you get started on your WIPs?"

📝"what stages are you currently in your WIPs?"

🖊️"how does your magic system work?"

🖋️"what inspired you to write your WIPs?"

📖"what has surprised you about your WIPs?"

💻"what perspectives do you write in?"

🖥️"what types of writing do you do?"

❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"

😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?"

❗"how many WIPs do you have?"

‼️"what has stayed consistent across all drafts?"

⁉️"what do you do when stuck on a scene?"

❓ask anything you want!

If anyone wants to reblog this to play with too that's totally fine with me!

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me and my humanities mutuals. hand in unemployable hand

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request for @havenwitchworks : Damien romance movie marathon/Damien talking to Mika about celibacy

Mika flushed, watching the scene on the television, as she lounged on the couch while holding a pillow on her lap. She hadn’t checked the rating on the movie before suggesting it to Damien, judging it a romance based off the available trailer on the streaming service, and was now paying the price. Well, it was still a romance, but an erotic romance, which wasn’t what she was looking for when picking it. Nervously looking at her boyfriend, she kneaded the pillow. He had wanted to see romance movies, wanting to understand what “dating” meant after accepting her confession, and they had gone through several over the week, leading him to ask questions about their relationship and her wants. She knew that Damien was still learning about human culture and didn’t want to pressure him into romantic commitments, so she was trying to match his pace.

Damien seemed frozen, his eyes fixed on the television, but rather than excitement, he seemed… anxious. His face was pale and his eyes wide, and when Mika shifted in her seat, he jumped and turned towards her.

“Hey, are you okay?” Mika paused the movie with the remote, sitting up properly and resting the pillow in her lap.

Damien took a second, still unaccustomed to hearing solely with his ears, before starting to reply. “I… I’m sorry, I think… I’m not sure yet; I need to consider a few things on my own.”

“Um…?” Mika started, then revised her question. “You seem kind of upset and I wanted to know if you were okay.” She knew that he was re-learning how communication worked, since his loss of powers, but got tripped up on how to adjust fairly often.

Damien settled against the arm of the couch, a bit tense, though less than before. “I… am stressed, but manageably.” After a brief silence, his voice returned to its normal, contemplative pace. “I’m alright, but want to process my thoughts later.”

Mika tipped her head, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Alright,” she eventually said, ending that conversation. “Did you want to watch something else?”

He nodded and she picked the remote back up, exiting to the main page of the streaming service. They scrolled through several suggested categories before agreeing on a family film. As the animated cat on-screen pounced on a ball of yarn, Mika found herself checking his face again, noting with relief that he seemed to be calmer, enjoying himself once again.

Only two days later, Mika found herself sitting opposite Damien at the dining room table, though they had finished eating.

“I’d like to talk, if that’s alright.” Damien’s voice was soft yet firm, belied by the skittish avoidance of her gaze.

“Okay. About what?”

“Our… relationship.”

“What?” Mika’s voice jumped, now unsure. “Am I doing something wrong?”

Taken off guard, Damien blinked before his eyes darted to meet hers. “No, nothing like that.”

“Are you unhappy? Being with me romantically?”

“It’s not that either.”

“…Then…?”

“It’s about myself.”

She tipped her head, waiting for him to continue during the pause, as he watched her cautiously.

“I’ve…” He inhaled quietly before starting over. “I’ve told you about my mother before. And what happened to her.” Damien waited for her to nod, then proceeded. “Reading her mind meant I understood from early on what her relationship was with my father and,” his voice gained a sharp edge, filled with resentment, “the suffering he caused her.”

Reaching across the table, Mika turned her palm upwards, offering it to him. He set his hand in hers, and she gave it a light squeeze. “Yeah, I remember.”

“It,” his hand shook before he gripped tightly onto hers, “it affected me greatly. As an incubus, sex was… a necessary evil for me. I needed to survive, to stay sane, but I only took what I needed. And now, it’s become… a choice.”

Mika stood, and she felt Damien tense as she let go of him, his gaze following her as she moved towards his side of the table, sitting on the seat next to him. She took his hands into hers, but waited for him to finish instead of speaking.

Reassured, his voice steadied. “I want to be honest with you. Sex becoming a choice means I don’t want to have it. I know that for most humans, it’s an important part of romance, but it’s different for me. I’m comfortable with many other parts of dating, but sex… it reminds me too much of why I wanted to leave the Plains after her death.”

“Damien…” Mika’s voice was fragile and she swallowed. “Thank you for telling me.” She opened her arms slightly, questioningly, and Damien lifted his in return, allowing her to wrap around his body. She rested her head against his shoulder, nodding into his shirt. “I’m okay with that. With you.”

She felt his head press against her neck as his hands found their way to her back. He held her, wordless in his gratitude. Mika closed her eyes, letting her mind wander towards the warmth of him, the adoration she had of him, and she nuzzled closer. They remained entwined for a while, before separating. She brushed her hand over his cheek and smiled at him. His expression was soft as the edges of his mouth lifted slightly in return.

“I’m glad I left the castle and met you,” he said, his voice hushed with affection.

Mika’s fingertips tangled in the silken strands of his hair as she brushed gingerly through them. “Me too. I’m glad you’re here now, too.”

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0: PROLOGUE

Please, let me have bought them enough time. Raestrao sprinted, his hooves dashing over the wet leaves along the forest floor, vision blurry from the rain falling into his eyes. The jeering laughter of devils echoed around him, but he pressed on. The scent of singed flesh and hair clung to him as he leapt over a rotting log, his body screaming from exhaustion. His head swiveled, trying to see enough under the dark grey sky to reorient himself in the fiends’ territory. Collecting the dregs of his mana, he felt outwards, using it to detect the space around him. Heat entered the edge of his awareness, a mass of infernal flame, and he ducked, feeling the residual impact of the ball slamming into the trunk behind him with his magic. He raised his head once again, only to be blinded by the violent arc of electricity above him, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

The flash of lightning left an afterimage in Mika’s vision as she stared outside into the raging storm, tuning out the droning voice of her Economics professor. She would rather be outside, drenched to the bone and trembling, than tolerate another fifteen minutes inside the dull-colored classroom, with its smell of cheap plastic and old paint. Her pencil tapped impatiently on the paper of her notebook, counting down the seconds until she could escape into the hallway.

What a mess. A low growl rose from Uzaeris as he dodged a low-hanging branch, his dense fur smeared with mud. Getting caught in an ambush was never good news, but devils were notoriously persistent, forcing him to regularly detour in an attempt to shake them off. He heard the cracking of sticks underfoot and slipped behind a tree, trusting the deluge would help him hide until they passed. Resting his head against the bark, he suppressed a sigh behind his clenched, sharp teeth and closed his eyes. A building headache pounded against his skull as he listened to the faint cackling beneath the downpour.

Mika laughed to herself as she saw Suzu bouncing in place outside her classroom. Naomi was next to her, tapping away on her phone. Once Suzu elbowed her, Naomi looked up and waved, a soft grin on her face. They had made plans earlier to grab lunch, since the newest restaurant on campus had finally opened.  Walking towards the entrance of the building, Mika complained about her assignment, her bookbag slung carelessly over one shoulder. She faced Suzu and Naomi, pressing her back against the metal bar to open the door as she objected to the rubric, and raised her voice to talk over the rain. As they made their way towards the student union, Suzu yelled back in commiseration, griping about her required English course, while Naomi gestured wordlessly at her ears in confusion.

I’ll kill them; I’ll fucking destroy them. Aomaris barreled through the edge of the forest, using his power to reinforce his body and force it to cooperate. Despite knowing that once he exhausted his remaining magic, he would suffer the backlash, he refused to shut it off, instead daring any more of those fiends to challenge him. Blood ran down his leg from a deep gash and casualties were littered behind him by the time he finally broke past the tree line and slowed to a jog. Mentally, he mapped out the shortest path to the safehouse, still unfamiliar with the local geography. Opening his mouth to let out an angry set of clicks, he tried to remember whether his route was too close to any humans, but quickly gave up and set off to the east.

Clearing her throat and blinking away tears, Mika folded up the eulogy she had printed and stepped away from the microphone. She nodded politely at the next speaker, one of her grandfather’s close friends, who smiled sympathetically despite the tremble of his lips. She avoided looking at the coffin while she walked back to the pew where her parents sat, clad in matching dark clothes. Her dad stared blankly ahead, his face unreadable to her, while her mom extended her arm and drew Mika in next to her, sniffling. Her mom patted her shoulders consolingly as they shook.

I could have taken on more of them. Zecaeru dropped down from a tree, his light frame landing neatly onto the soft ground below. He had picked off most of the devils who had tried to follow after him, leaving his claws stained red, and he stood at the edge of their territory. He darted off towards the safehouse, rushing through the short trip. He bounded inside, then shook off his body, causing a mixture of gore and water to fly off his fur. He tipped his head, looking over the darkened entryway, noticing the occasional missing piece of furniture mixed in with things he did not recognize. His train of thought was interrupted by the door opening behind him and he welcomed in one of his brothers.

Mika closed the door as she slid into the passenger seat of her father’s car, exhaustion setting in as she buckled her seatbelt. Her mom had already headed home, leaving the two of them in heavy silence. The air hung between them as her father turned out of the parking lot, headed towards her grandfather’s house, which they had agreed for her to move into, ending her student living apartment lease. She watched her father, who had not spoken a word since he had picked her up from campus, and saw his white knuckles gripping the steering wheel. For a moment, she considered trying to talk to him, but sank back into her seat, letting the sound of the rain fill the car instead.

What do we do now? Izroul entered into the safehouse, his mind immediately picking up the thoughts of his brothers inside. Concern, impatience, frustration. He blinked quickly to adjust to the light inside, before moving to linger towards the edge of the room, Smoothing out his feathers, his contemplation was broken by his eldest brother, who staggered in through the door, his mind vague, scattered, and dominated by worry. Izroul watched as he started to make his way further in before being helped towards the center of the room.

Mika walked up the driveway towards the house, with its two-story frame looming over the property. It looked intimidating without the jovial voice of her grandfather calling out to her, and the dark, overcast, and stormy night felt miserable. As she placed her keys into the lock, she realized it was already open, and twisted the knob. She walked in and froze, shocked at the scene before her.

Four pairs of eyes stared at the human woman in the doorway, who dropped her keyring onto the floor, eyes wide. Her eyes flicked between them as her mouth was agape, a small, indistinct vocalization falling from it.

Mika’s mind reeled as she took in the appearance of five… five… beasts? Monsters? That had appeared inside her grandfather’s foyer, all of them soaking wet. One, laying unconscious on the wooden floor. Two, hovering near him. Three, sat on the floor, his back flush with the wall. Four, rummaging the furniture. Five, standing upright and unmoving.

As she looked between them, she found that eventually her gaze settled on…

…the stag.

…the otter.

…the orca.

…the hyena.

…the heron.

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fan fic authors be like yes i know this will flop however i simply have too much love for this character and my very niche headcanons for them. and i think that is so fuckin sexy of us

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19? :p

yay yippee ask game here

19: the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic? off the top of my head: gothic horror narrative conventions i really love horror and would love to successfully manage to write some one day! i started looking into it both as part of A Concept (as one does), but also because i find that a lot of people use "gothic horror" very loosely and wanted to ground my own understanding of the genre in context this would have been back in high school where i was trying my hand at mystery-drama, though the idea never really panned out

there are a few things i find particularly compelling about the genre that i want to someday include in a coherent concept: themes of mortality/unlife, use of dreams/visions, overlap of past and present, and distorted/dysfunctional family dynamics...

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✍️ more fic writer asks!

reblog & your followers can send asks with the questions they’d like you to answer!

the last sentence you wrote

a character whose POV you’re currently exploring

how you feel about your current WIP

a story idea you haven’t written yet

first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

the word that appears the most in your current draft (wordcounter.net can tell you)

your preferred writing fonts

if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?

what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

a WIP you’d like to finish someday

a trope you’re really into right now

a fandom you’re thinking about writing for

where do you get your inspiration?

favorite weather for writing

favorite place to write

talk about your writing and editing process

if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

in what year did you publish your first fic?

when did you publish your most recent fic?

do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

pick three keywords that describe your writing

how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

are you able to write with other people around?

your favorite part of the writing process

your least favorite part of the writing process

how easy is it for you to come up with titles?

share a fic you’re especially proud of

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I LOVE IT WHEN ENDINGS CIRCLE BACK TO THE BEGINNING!!!

I LOVE IT WHEN CHARACTERS MIRROR EACH OTHER!!!!!

I LOVE IT WHEN CHARACTERS SEAL THEIR FATES IN THEIR FIRST SCENES!!!!

I LOVE IT WHEN CHARACTERS' GREATEST TRAITS ARE ALSO WHAT DOOM THEM IN THE END!!!!!

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Hey mate! Do you headcannon any scars for the boys or do you think they used magic to fix that?

on scars i CARE about:

sam!!! i think sam very much would have scars and would NOT use magic to hide or heal them! i think he would range from apathy to pride about them, depending how he got them (e.g. combat, accident, etc). they would probably not be slight or smoothed down from scar care either (outside of making sure they don't impact his movement); they're most likely raised and very noticeable

on the direct opposite end, i think erik would absolutely use magic to "correct" them; they would interfere with his idea of "perfection" he inherited from his mom. i think the first time he actually allows himself to leave a scar alone would be in the human realm after he starts deconstructing his relationship with himself and his mom

i could go either way on matthew or james; i think that they would have developed scars at least as a result of being involved in combat, but whether they would keep them... i could see either, depending on how it happened, like james removing scars related to his father but keeping scars that remind him of fallen comrades

outside of the boys scars i believe in: suzu!!!! i think she would have several, but not necessarily major ones... a scar from when she fell off her bike or got knocked down playing with her brothers... scars that happen from the bangs and bumps of living a very active lifestyle a little recklessly!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Slow Damage (Visual Novel) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ikuina Takashi/Towa Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Knifeplay, Canon-Typical Behavior, Graphic Description, Dubious Morality, Blood and Injury, Self-Harm (Sexual), Harming Others (Sexual), Harming Each Other (Sexual), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Aromantic Towa, it doesnt come up but its There, Wound Fucking, with fingers and tongue Summary:

Ikuina's story: Hanahaki Version Did you like Ikuina's scene and want even more? For fellow attendees of the devil's sacrament: shameless, indulgent, canon-typical eroticized violence dialed to 11

prompt 7: aromanticize a fandom trope

posted only on ao3 for explicit content

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mahiru is an incredible protagonist and his behavior of unrelenting compassion continues for the rest of the story! he's such a strong character, just in the emotional sense rather than the physical.

i think the most relevant writing trait from servamp that ive adopted is the idea of character pairs fulfilling something for one another and that allowing them the ability to change; it helps me conceptualize relationships between characters better by identifying what they want and what they provide for one another

Omg how did I not notice. You like Servamp too!? Bro, mate. My man. I love kuro so much. Best little kitty. I dropped the manga inthe hunter falicity arc but I'd love to get back into it.

!!! yeah i love servamp!!! im a massive fan of chuuni3 (tsurugi, yumi, and jun) especially, as well as mikuni!

the manga is really good sometimes the classical literature references can get pretty dense and specific (though it is more thoughts to have and concepts to ponder!)

im really fascinated by the servamp-eve pair dynamic in a narrative sense; having characters intended to complete one another by holding something the other needs is such a good idea and i like how varied the cast is

i also really enjoy how the themes show compassion as a powerful trait, not a weak one, and violence failing to bridge the gap between people...