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Trapped Towers Dev History ~ How We Got Here (Part 1)
(Middle art piece done by @/evilredyoshis)
Hey everybody !!
Today I'm going to be introducing another type of post I can end up doing - development history/update posts! These will likely be rarer than other types of posts (after this 3 parter anyway), purely because development on this project is just pretty slow due to my lack of ✨ focus ✨ and all that. However, there is definitely some old development stuff I can talk about! Plus, for those of you who are new - you get to learn more about this project that has been ongoing since early 2018!
So lets get into this, shall we? It's going to be a lengthy read.
February 2018 - August 2020 ~ The Beginning/Undertale AU Era:
February 2018 was a time, by this point I'd spent almost a year making music for my friends and very small audience in the Undertale community. One day, I was simply bored and had no ideas - so my sister told me "hey make an Alton Towers megalo"... how I hadn't done it yet shocked me, I'd been going since 2014 and loved the place dearly. However, with a laugh I agreed and got to work.
A few days into creation, I began theory crafting the basics for an Undertale AU. The first ever concept for what would eventually become Trapped Towers - explains a lot about the name and premise though huh. I eventually uploaded a song or two for the AU, including the megalo I did finish - "Ministry Of Death".
One person found and covered the megalo. Then another. And another. And soon enough the whole thing spiralled - I would consider it to this day my biggest impact on the Undertale Community, even if it was still relatively small and not long lived. Either way, it got me to take the project a little more seriously... but quickly it spiralled into development hell. I was only 14 after all, if you asked me what a leadership style was I probably would have no idea what you were on about or given a dumb answer.
Reboot after reboot was attempted. New server after new server. Eventually though, one server was made and kept. However, the project had already fallen into more obscurity and my motivation was low, so I moved to new things. Every so often a new Trapped Towers post would occur, mainly new Smiler content as that's what really brought in people. Things would stay like that for a bit unfortunately though...
Old Content:
How about some art and concepts from the time though huh? For an Undertale AU it was... something. Tom wasn't called Tom and was literally just called Frisk. The world layout was just Undertale and I just made stuff fit - The Beornen were almost located in X-Sector because of Wickerman being the Grillby replacement. Th13teen wouldn't have really even been in the story as she was Gaster. Half the characters didn't even have designs! People loved Smiler and Enterprise, and any serious work focused on the Ruins portion with Terra. They were still trapped because Nemesis was too dangerous to be let free, however Nemesis was also in a permenant sleep - only prophisised to reawaken. It wasn't an active threat.
(I don't entirely remember who made what here, so I'm sorry for no credits)
OLD SOUNDTRACK LINKS:
Trapped Towers V1 Soundtrack
Trapped Towers V2 Soundtrack
It's all quite funny to look back on. There's so many bits that clearly influenced the project as it is today. Many old designs haven't had drastic overhauls either, which is quite funny to think about... maybe I should get on some...
Anyway, with that brings the conclusion of part 1 of this 3 part blog series. The next two parts will come out day after day, with tomorrow being "August 2020 - June 2021" and Friday being "June 2021 - Present Day". Figured it'd be much easier for reading if I split them into a couple parts !! Also gives me a few extra days to consider what else I want to post haha.
Until then, cya !
- JustDaniel
#alton towers#trapped towers#alton towers au#TT HWGH#I love rambling about anything to do with this project hehehe#Sorry if this is how you found out I was an Undertale fan/still am one
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Yay, an active Shovel Knight writing account!!! So excited!!! May I request headcanons for the OoNQ + Black Knight (or just your favorites if that's too much) with an asexual or acespec reader? 🎶
Hello! Again sorry for taking so long(guess inconsistently active is the correction lol), also since I don't write nsfw the asexual spectrum isn't much of relevance, no matter what these characters respect where ever you are on the spectrum and love you regardless of if you want sexual intimacy or not ♡ Also this is gonna have a romantic orientation
KING KNIGHT:
He would definitely hype you up everytime you enter a room
Probably would even give you your own crown that he made himself
HOPE YOU LIKE RATS!
Hope you love PDA bc he won't stop showing everyone hoe much he loves you
And even if you don't I think he woukd still do, not out of malice. More like "He's King Knight, he doesn't know abt personal space"( he def does)
Probably his mom loves you and is Happy you spend time with him
If dude is indecisive about his own portrait, if he ever wants one of you he will be even more
Dude would end up being hated by every artist in Landurr regardless if they even paint or not. But don't worry, he will do your portrait himself, and then complain it doesn't capture how special or dear you are to him and then start over again so you will end up with a dozen
SPECTER KNIGHT:
Definitely it was rlly hard for you to get this close with him
And honestly it makes sense.
He tries to act cool like always but you know he must be worried or outright scared of how it turned out last time (Good ol' Luan x Donovan)
However he is not scared of being open and honest with you
Probably even asked Red And Scarlett for some advice
He gets self conscious (more than normal) whe he does the grimm reaper act around you
PLAGUE KNIGHT:
Baby
Have you seen his down taunt when he's with mona? Yeah that's him all the time
He is all in for pda if you are too. But don't expect him to start it. He would get flustered and start mumbling like a mess
If you're not much of pda that's great for him too!
Maybe expect some poems in your desk (or wherever you spends most of ur time)
If there is a henchmen you don't like... "BOOM! HEHEHE!!"
Although if you are against him blowing up his henchmen you are gonna save so much lives
MOLE KNIGHT:
BEST HUGGER OF THE OoNQ
Even tho he is very focused in his work he will still make time for you
Something tells me he loves baking (maybe is his fire powers?) So expect him to bake some sweets for you
If you don't like them then that is fine too! He will learn to bake anything for you
Normally he is very warm to the touch as long as he isn't aqua
You have a free pass into the jacuzzi of the lost city
TREASURE KNIGHT:
You are the only treasure he needs
He will play favorites and no one will be surprised when he assigns you as his second in command
There is no limit for what this man would do for you (except my imagination atm of writing this)
POLAR KNIGHT:
Honestly I don't really see him showing affection trough PDA or straight out saying it
I think he would show it trough spending time with you
Be it eating, stargazing, taking care of the spinnwulfs or just straight up vibin
Idk why but he gives me vibes that he's a great chef
If you have a favorite food he will learn how to make it for u (is this were I make a Garlic bread joke?)
Prob Ace too
TINKER KNIGHT:
Prob one of the greenest flags in all the OoNQ
He def isn't a workaholic but has his moments
If you snap him out of those to do anything else he will gladly step back from work
But don't expect him to fully leave his projects in the work bench
Hell you prob will end up helping him one way or another
Although he loves spending time with you
He doesn't seem someone who likes to be touched by others in almost any case but you are the exception
Also if you let him he will ramble about his inventions
If you ask him for an invention he will leave any of his WIPs and work on your request immediately
PROPELLER KNIGHT:
Ironically enough I don't see him having a lot of relationship experience. Sure dude is used to others falling in love with him but rarely is the other way around
Probably that's why he locked up the rose in the first place
You are the only one for whom he will take his heads off the clouds and ground himself
ENCHANTRESS:
First of all:HOW!? GIRL IS THE REDDEST OF FLAGS
I will say this as kind as possible: You are either very powerfull or very very important in her plans
Bias aside: she would be an interesting partner
She would spoil you rotten
"Oh someone shoved you aside? Guess that's a village less in the map"
She will be constantly taking track of where you are and if she can't expect her to assign some liquid samurai to aid you and/or protect you
BLACK KNIGHT:
Dude is prob a big softie on the inside
Just ask terrorpin
Most likely overprotective but not out of jealousy or anything. Dude kinda lost contact with his friends suddenly
He doesn't really like PDA but if you do he will not oppose
#shovel knight#shovel knight x reader#specter knight#specter knight x reader#king knight#king knight x reader#plague knight#plague knight x reader#the enchantress (shovel knight)#the enchantress x reader#black knight#black knight x reader#propeller knight#propeller knight x reader#tinker knight#tinker knight x reader#mole knight#mole knight x reader#treasure knight#treasure knight x reader#polar knight#polar knight x reader#order of no quarter#oonq
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Hehehe, I hope you're ready for some OC questions! >:) These are all for Valac btw!
Take your time, ramble as much as you want & hope you have fun answering them <3
What would you say is Valac's main sin? Based on his backstory, I'd say he wishes it were pride (hence his admiration for Lucifer), but he more so aligns with wrath in a similar fashion to Satan (including the inner self-direct hatred maybe..?). Although I'm also getting some slight Envy vibes. Like, envy that masks itself as wrath if that makes sense..? lol
ANYWAY which sin is it?
If he had to change one thing about his life, what would it be, and what does he hope to get out of that change?
Really curious about this one actually--Valac's admiration for Lucifer is borderline unhealthy, right? Is there anything Lucifer could have done that would have just broken Valac completely? It doesn't have to be something done directly to Valac
What is Valac's role within the Newspaper Club? I also have an OC who is part of the Newspaper Club, so I always love hearing how other people imagine the Newspaper Club & the atmosphere within >:3
Fun question to end things--how would he do at 5D chess? :]
Bonus question for yourself: DID YOU DRINK WATER TODAY?? 🔫🔫🔫
aaah thank you so much, you know i'm excited!!
alright!!
you were pretty spot on actually. valac doesn't really have too much alignment with gluttony, lust, greed or sloth. as you said, he wishes it were pride. after all, he sees lucifer as his idol and puts him on a pedestal. for valac, he's the blueprint, even when valac himself doesn't align with pride at all. he carries much anger within himself, an anger that often comes to show since he got so used to shoving it aside or explaining it away when he was younger . that might also be why he clashes with satan. satan is similar to him, has the connection to lucifer, but doesn't do jack with it. valac is jealous of it all, of that certain kind of freedom, of the tight-knit family that comes attached with it. in his eyes, people like mammon and satan take it all for granted. although he is now settled, he is a hater at heart. it is all rooted in envy for sure.
if he had the ability to, he would change the day his sister left. now knowing better, valac believes he could've found the right words to make her stay. even after they reconnected, he never asked why she left. he wants change so bad, but doesn't know how to build something up for himself. he doesn't know that that is exactly why vaanya left. he hopes that if she had stayed, they still would be close. this wish of his is petty unrealistic, as the cracks in their relationship had already started forming way back.
it wouldn't break valac completely, but sad as it is, it would burst his bubble. getting to know him better. despite his own obsession, valac doesn't know lucifer all that well. he banks on the fact that lucifer has his shit sorted out, is respected and feared and has a stellar public image. but he doesn't know how he really is. valac feels safe having him up there, where he's untouchable and he can project as much as he likes. if that weren't the case, it would kickstart a "okay if HE doesn't have his shit together, then wtf am I supposed to do" sentiment. but maybe that is exactly what he needs.
he is an editor! he definitely doesn't have the social skills or the restraint to conduct interviews and such, so he just sticks to correcting other people's mistakes. he can also be convinced to do the numbers when it is needed for smth.
hell yeah. bro would get absolutely competitive about it as well. 5D chess match against satan and mephisto let's goooo, whoever flips the lid first loses.
and i did have peppermint tea from a suspiciously matchablossom looking mug, does that count?
#answers#oc talk#thanks for being interested in my ocsssssss#also i hope this makes sense i think my brain went out the window and didn't return
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Salutations! I wanna know what kinds of physical affection your Gala would do to Meta. This will help me in mu scientific research hehehe
Oh you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to ramble about this.
Gala is very affectionate. And also very clingy.
He’s big on cuddles and kisses. His number one love language is physical touch. Sometimes, he’ll just come out of absolutely nowhere and jump on an unsuspecting Meta like a goddamn lemur.
One of his favourite things to do with Meta is cuddle him and kiss him everywhere he can reach. Every single night, he’ll cling onto him like a child to a plushie, wrap his wings around him, and *smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch sm*
Meta loves it. He prefers giving gifts over physical touch, but his favourite thing in the world is just holding Gala and feeling his warmth.
Gala gets extra cuddly in the winter. He knows Meta can’t survive in cold environments (bc fire dragon), so he almost constantly has his wings around him, wrapping him up like a burrito. Meta really appreciates it — even though he can live perfectly fine in Dreamland’s winters, he really enjoys the extra warmth and protection his fiancé gives him.
If he’s feeling a bit bored (and not being given the attention he wants) he’ll just. *chomp*
It makes Meta jump sometimes, since usually when this happens he’s either dozing off, dissociating, on another plane of existence thinking about some random shit (probably the wedding lol), or hyperfocused on something else. But no matter, he’s chill with it either way.
Gala also tends to ramble about specific things, like magic, art, and music. He’s a passionate guy. (Meta thinks that maybe he should get a test for The Tism an/or ADHD, since he himself is autistic and Gala expresses a lot of the symptoms. Totally not bc I’m projecting or anything haha)
This is all I can think of rn, I literally just woke up and my brain barely works dhgdgdgdy—
Uh anyway enjoy your homosecksul sillies
#kirby#kirby au#au#my au#kirby hc#kirby headcanons#galacta knight#kirby galacta knight#meta knight#metagala#text#ask#asks#buggie’s answers#buggie’s rambles#WAHOO YIPPEE
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a better name than that with a shy s/o
2nd pov, gender neutral
headcanons :D sorry i didnt include tv
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GOLF BALL
- i'm so sorry but at first GB probably takes advantage of your shyness and makes you do lots of tasks for her because you don't talk back,,, </3 but no worries!!!!pretty soon she will realize that she sees you as more than just a obedient henchmen... instead, she just wants to be with you!! always!! yay gb redemption arc :D
- once you two start dating, her love for you becomes SO obvious!!! she always includes you in her team's shenanigans, rambles to you about plans for future projects and is very very protective of you!! someone making fun of you? BOOM she yells at them until they leave you alone. or threatens them to use them as test subjects for her next projects lol
- golf ball thinks VERY highly of you and she's not embarrassed to show it in front of others. like, imagine that she's presenting a plan to her teammates.. but they seem skeptical about it!! GB is gonna be like "well y/n said that it's a good plan so it IS a good plan!!" hehehe it's so cute
- when it comes to your shyness, she's indifferent to it. she's not rlly the type to gush about cute things but she definetely doesn't think any less of you if you're more quiet and reserved. if you ever have any doubts about yourself, she's here to reassure you!! with facts of course "but s/o!! you're so wonderful!!"
TENNIS BALL
- so kind and respectful!!! TB always found your shyness cute, but he still thought of you very highly and never doubted your abilities <3
- even prior to dating, he always checked up on you when he noticed that you're feeling stressed/anxious. he's awkward when it comes to comforting people, but he's a very good listener!!! you can tell him anything and pour your little heart to him whenever you need to vent
- and,,, honestly? once you guys start dating, nothing really changes haha. he's still very nice and supportive of you and is there for you whenever you need him!! the only difference is that he gives you kisses now >:)
- you both are such cuties OH MY GOD
BASKET BALL
- LISTEN!! DHE WAS PROTECTIVE OF YOU FROM THE START!! basket ball is very kindhearted and nice and is always there for the ones that need her the most, so naturally she would become your friend pretty quick and help you out whenever you got overwhelmed or scared in public
- of course, her need to "protect" you turned into the need to just. BE with you. as you guys start dating, she actually mellows down a little. she's still there for you and supports you, but she encourages you to do things by yourself instead!! :D she tells you everyday how much she loves you and how much she's proud of you!!!
- when it comes to romance, she finds it rlly cute when you blush because of something she did!! also she loves it when you shyly ask her for a kiss/cuddle/etc.. it makes her so happy hehe. HOWEVER she also gets flustered VERY easily. so if you ever happen to be bold and flirt with her or initiate affection by yourself, she's gonna turn into a blushing stuttering mess huehehe
8 - BALL
- it doesn't matter if you're shy or not, this guy will love you no matter what! he's not shy, but he is pretty reserved, so if you're like that too then you guys are totally gonna chill together 😼
- secretly thinks your shyness is sooo cute and feels HONORED whenever you blush because he flustered you hehe. might even tease you a little but only in private and only if he's sure that it won't make you uncomfortable! he rlly cares about you :)
- brags about you in front of the others. like a lot. "my s/o is so cool and smart and funny and cute. too bad you guys don't have such an amazing s/o lol.... have i told you how cute my s/o is–" then he's stopped by the rest of his team because OH MY GOD he's been going on for hours. he never sees the annoyance of his friends, he assumes they like listening to him talk about u and just continues! lol
- he doesn't have a favorite number but he does have a favorite person and it's YOU!
BLOCKY
- ok...this one is interesting. blocky is usually mean to quiet/shy people (cough woody cough cough) but it's like.. you're the ONLY exception?? and he respects you so much??
- he NEVER teases you or makes fun of you because of your shyness and if anyone even implies that your shyness is a bad thing or that you're too quiet.. he's gonna go like "HUH?? >:( what did you just say about my totally cool and epic s/o?!" he's literally ready to FIGHT for u!!!
- has a huge amount of patience for you which is pretty surprising of him tbh. if you're having a hard time telling him something and you stutter then he doesn't mind!! he patiently waits for you to finish, so take as much time you need :) "no need to rush, s/o!!"
GRASSY (this one is platonic! u guys are besties here :D)
- grassy might be small but this boy GOTCHU!! he's a master at distraction, so whenever you feel overwhelmed in a public place, or you have doubts about yourself... grassy is here to take you somewhere quiet and do something silly just to make you smile!! :) he makes the bad thoughts go away with laughter
- gives you lots of words of encouragemnt and general support!! is always here for you and doesn't mind doing tasks for you that you might be scared to do. you dont even have to say anything, sometimes he does things for you for no reason!
- if you ever have a hard time opening up to people, that's ok! grassy doesn't pressure you into anything, that's actually how you two became friends! he was the first one to initiate contact, and was very patient during the whole process of befriending you :D
- this boy is just really sweet ok AHH grassy would do anything just to make you happy !!!!
ROBOT FLOWER
- due to her being a robot, she doesn't rlly understand all emotions... so if you're ever gonna show discomfort from other people or having a hard time opening up to her... she's gonna be so confused!! "what's wrong? are you hurt?? :(" yea you're gonna have to explain to her that it's just because of your shyness which is, yknow, a part of who you are!
- once you tell her this... she's gonna get super protective!!! any sign of slight discomfort in a public space? she's picking you up and zooming outta there. someone making fun of you? she will again, pick you up and zoom outta there, but then she's totally coming back to beat em up >:( someone got your order wrong and you're too shy to tell them? "EXCUSE ME!!! THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES" robot flower has good intentions, but her help is,,, well, kinda annoying!
- you'll have to do more explaining, and this time tell her that being shy is just a part of your personality, it's not a sickness! she doesn't have to look after you 24/7!! so she apologizes to you for making you uncomfortable :) she's still gonna offer her help whenever she thinks you might need it, but she always asks you first to make sure it's ok!
- robot flower just loves you so much ok!!!? she always wants the best for you :)
#bfb x reader#bfdi x reader#a better name than that#posted from my wattpad💪#u can tell gb and basketball are my favorites#the gay disease🤤🤤/j
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There’s a lot on Tumblr that I didn’t know I needed in my life. It gets distracting, but then sometimes it flares me up into wanting to make more. It drives me to want to make, either the art style, the ideas, the stories, or something else that makes me want to create. Even if it’s not drawing it could be writing or something else. That being said! Here’s todays art dump <3
This is pretty much finished, I may add some detail and touches later, but so far I’m happy with it.
The Komoraku or whatever I’m gonna call it is also going okay. I’ve colored everything, I just need to start adding detail, maybe a little more color differations but it seems to be going on fine. I’ll probably finish this tonight after I work.
Oh look! Turtle ocs? Nah it couldn’t be. Totally not a bunch of characters I made for the Prisoner’s Bale story. But seriously this is a lot of fun. This is pretty much the first iteration of the family so things could massively change before anything is set in stone. I’ve already changed Tobi’s age like 3 times already. I’m not totally convinced by Sophie’s design and Alex’s patters need some work for sure. There are a few other things I’m thinking about but you’ll have to wait for those changes to find out.
So why am I showing off the characters of Prisoner’s Bale? Well if I haven’t said or made it clear in my last posts (idk man sometimes I don’t make things easy) I’ve decided I’m going to make a comic for the story. Unlike Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? this one will be thought out very extensively. Think of this as sharpening my blade before I even try the Mother’s Land comic. ‘But wait, if you’re making two stories for rottmnt, then why are you making something that doesn’t relate at all?’ I hear you ask curiously while trying to get the cookie jar from the top of the fridge while I start to monologue. Ah, well I really like rottmnt and (as much as I’m happy we’re getting a new movie) I really don’t want to let it go just yet. I find fanfictions are the perfect way to help skills develop. If you’ve seen my Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? you may notice my writing skills are shit. I’ve also realized I tend to write myself into corners without realizing it before the last minute and have to rewrite almost everything, in fact I had a plan and when I posted the latest chapter I realized, oh wait oh shit fuck that means that this won’t work so that means oh god oh fuck shit fuck! I’ll let you guess what I fucked up lol. The point is I’m using my love of TMNT to help me develop better skills for projects that don’t need and can’t have the crutches fanfictions give. Does that mean all TMNT fanfictions do this? No, but this is what I use it for. I just feel like acknowledging it is good and something I shouldn’t be ashamed of.
So that’s my ramble. I hope y’all like the art. Maybe you found something useful and relatable hehehe. Oh and chapter 5 of OWHYBB is on its way. I can see it being finished around Thursday, but spring break is also over tomorrow so bleh! Things will def slow down when writing, still will have daily art uploads. Have a good day! I hope y’all remember not to eat too many cookies!
#monster#monster art#ao3#ao3 writer#mother’s land#sketch#rottmnt#bovine#mother's land#city#rottmnt au#rottmnt leonardo#rottmnt oc#rottmnt leo#rottmnt prisoner's bale#prisoner’s bale#oh where have you been brother?#owhybb#is this entertaining!?#is this enough tags for you!?#character concept#concept art#if you guess what turtle species one of the four siblings are I’ll give y’all a treat#guess 2 out of 4 and I’ll show off concept of their home#3 out of 4 and I’ll show the secret character#guess all 4 and I’ll give ya something cruel#I love emotional damage
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I NEED TO RAMBLE TO SOMEONE ABOUT LEE SUBARU SO.
Because I'm too drained to do anything else HEHEH
SO.
I feel like he wouldn't be too embarrassed about it but he'd also kind of avoid it in public?
His friends love to tease about how he's shy about it in public sometimes and he just tries to deny it but OBVIOUSLY fails
I feel like he's not super used to compliments (projecting right here), so whenever someone compliments his smiles or something like that during tickling HE WILL GO ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND JUST DIE RIGHT UNDER OR IN YOUR ARMS.
I love him so much oh my god ,, lee Subaru has been on my mind for ages
RAMBLE TO ME ALL YOU WANT I'M ALL EARS!!! LEE SUBARU IS SO CUTE HGJFJGJFU
Pls Subaru getting shy about being tickled in public is so cuuuute~! 😭💖
The not being used to compliments is so relatable lol, whenever I get a compliment my brain just stops working for a bit xd. I can imagine his face turns the same shade as his hair whenever someone compliments his smile and laugh hehe~
THE WORLD NEEDS MORE LEE SUBARU, HE'S SO DAMN ADORABLE IT'S ILLEGAL!
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grabs you OC TIME!!! ✨🧠🍀✏️ for all your guys!!!
OC TIME YAYY TY hehehe
✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?
for all of my ocs, the name is usually one of the last things i pick out when i’m creating them :P i like to get a good sense of their appearance, sense of style, gender/pronouns, personality, and the setting (ie, modern, fantasy, historical etc) they’re gonna be in first! and then i just browse baby name sites or whatever until i find something that i think goes well with all of that :D and i try to find names that i like the meaning of too even if it’s not like. directly relevant to them hehe
🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?
dove, cassia, micah, emrys and winnie are all a group and got created at the same time so they have pretty much the same inspo! i don’t remember exactly what my thought process was but my favorite kind of stories are about found family and close friendships/relationships that don’t really fall into the traditional family roles of parents, kids, siblings etc but still love each other a lot! so they’re my own self-indulgent version of that trope placed into a modern fantasy world setting with complicated magic vaguely inspired by a few various minecraft smps :]
🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?
micah— they have 100% dormant/hidden catshifter traits!! they do confusing cat behaviors all the time and nobody knows why bc they look entirely human and that’s very funny to me skdhdj. misunderstood kitty <3
winnie— she’s a regressor!! it’s not a big focus of her character in the main story i have in my head but small winnie is so so important to me..they’re just tiny sometimes.. :’]
cassia— i accidentally ended up projecting a bunch of my disability woes onto him (sorry cassia </3) so that part of his character is rly important to me!! also she/him pronouns for the win :D
dove— i love love love the way she dresses! a million accessories at all times and funky colorful patterns and a new complicated hairstyle and makeup combo every day and a hint of gothic witchy vibes to top it all off. if i was capable of choosing just one aesthetic to dress myself for the rest of my life i’d pick hers hehehe
emrys— lion!!! shifter!! he’s the only one of this group who’s able to actually fully turn into an animal and i love the way i made his shifting work in this world he’s placed in. always complicated to explain so i won’t try rn but trust me in my head it makes me very happy <3
✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?
agh. i have perpetual art/writing block and my disabilities make it so so hard to create anything so i basically just have crumbs. i have sketches of almost all of them and little pieces of disconnected story tidbits here and there but mostly they all live in extensive pinterest boards and a million headcanons that if i’m lucky i remember to write down on my phone skdhj. but they are rotating in my brain almost constantly trust me hehehe
tysm for asking and giving me an excuse to ramble abt them!! <33
#love them <3#oc stuff#<- i know none of this is very agere focused so this is the tag to block if anyone doesn’t wanna see it!!#i feel like this blog suits it the most tho so this if where i keep putting my oc things skdjdj#bee.answers#friends
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girl-in-the-tower: ❤️💚💙💗 hehehe
Gonna do the easy ones for now and then jump into the meatier ones when I'm off work.
❤️ What inspired you to make this OC? How long have you had them? How have they changed in the time you’ve been developing them? It was actually @/twistedapple that convinced me to make an OC cause I've never really done OC stuff before just self indulgent self insert things I've shared nowhere, so wasn't really sure how to go about creating a character, but she helped me along the way and it's been super fun. Since her debut (which..i think was exactly a year ago now that i haven't finished the updated art for- fuck) honestly not much has changed. Her personality has taken on a more solid form and I've got a better grasp of her, but the base is still the same. Shitty bird girl that has too many self loathing problems but is a cool fuckin' bird (to me). She's just gotten deeper as I've explored her character, and there's still tons more to dive into.
💚 Are you writing anything with this OC or planning on writing anything for them? Do you rp with them or are they just for fun to mess around with? Many things. I'm currently running with 2 separate timelines for fics rn, the tumblr timeline I started in second year where the game starts (that I'll need to edit and update once i reach there again), and the "beginning" timeline that starts slightly before 1st year at NRC, so the year before the game story begins. Those fics are over at AO3 and am currently sitting at 30k words for the 6 chapters I've published. I'm sure it'll be well over 100 before I'm done. I have a lot of story to cover. I don't RP with her, though do discuss a lot of what if scenarios to try and develop her personality more.
💙 How important is this OC to you? Are they a character that’s helped you through some pretty tough times or could you scrap them without feeling a thing? I have straight up been obsessed with my dumb bird for like a year, so much so I put my other comic project on hold to focus solely on her. I don't really think she's "helped me through troubled times" but covid burnout is real and I've been using the OC stuff and twst to disassociate for a while now and it's keeping me sane so I guess that counts? Not a chance I'd be able to scrap her without a feeling, I actually ordered custom nendoroid parts just recently so I can make a nendo of her for when the Idia and Azul ones arrive so she can have friends for real.
💗 Ramble a bit about this character! I can't decide if I want to punch her in the face or squeeze her and tell her she's gonna be alright. I lovelovelove angst so any crumbs I can find I just shove into her, and since she is bad with emotions and communication and stuff it all festers and gets BAD and I love the entire mess but then feel really bad that she is my daughter and I love her and I'm laughing like a maniac in the corner like AHAHHAHA MAKE THE BIRD SUFFER SOME MOREEEEEE. I think that's why I went with the eventual happy ending, cause like Crowley, I am kind.
#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#yoru crowley#yoru#ask game#twst#twisted wonderland#thanks azu!#sent this to the wrong blog though ya dingus#love u tho
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Title: School Unity Club
Author: @thatsrightdollface
For: @bebexox4
Pairings/Characters: Hajime Hinata/Nagito Komaeda, with appearances by both Chiaki Nanami and Kokichi Oma. Others mentioned.
Rating/Warnings: T. Some mention of self-deprecating thought might be a relevant warning. There is also occasional swearing.
Prompt: Non despair hopes peak au with Enemies-Friends-Lovers komahina
Author’s notes: Hi there!!! Happy Komahina Secret Exchange, and I hope you enjoy your gifts!!! :D This is prompt one of two you can expect this time around. This was really fun to work on hehehe. Thank you!!!
1. Okay, Why Are We Starting a School Unity Club Again?
The first time Hope’s Peak Academy tried to recruit Nagito Komaeda, of course he turned them down: he was unworthy, he insisted, trying to laugh at himself, trying to raise his metaphorical palms in obvious surrender. I mean, come on. Hope’s Peak… haha, that was for genuinely amazing people. For the Ultimate Students, glimmering irrefutable beacons of hope to everybody else. They were — no. Nagito couldn’t go to school with people like that. Practically superheroes, so hardworking and disciplined and just everything Nagito knew he didn’t deserve to be. What would he even say? How would he know where to sit, or when to participate in class discussions, or how to tactfully say no when they felt obligated to invite him along places?
But, in the end, Hope’s Peak Academy hadn’t so much wanted Nagito as a student, he gathered, as they’d wanted to study his luck. Nagito’d always had unreasonable, relentless, mythically impossible luck. Amazing things happened to him, and then… like clockwork, like the gears of the universe churning away… equally devastating things inevitably followed. The Ultimate Lucky Student. That’s right. After years of fallen-apart loved ones and distant extended family members and snakes slithering out of his bathtub drain the second he realized “You know, I think this might be my favorite brand of shampoo,” Nagito Komaeda’s absurd luck was finally going to help somebody. Hope’s Peak could learn from his luck, and that was worth humiliating himself daily, stumbling around Ultimate Students, rambling and awestruck. That was worth knowing he’d never belong, because he hadn’t worked for his Talent. It wasn’t really a Talent at all.
When Nagito was happy, he knew he was sure to feel tears burning against the back of his eyes very soon. He was happy about the chance to attend Hope’s Peak, despite everything, despite knowing he should have turned the invitation down again, whether his luck could be useful or no… and so, of course, bad things followed. Bad things he hadn’t talked to his classmates about, yet, and probably never would. Because it wasn’t like Nagito had come to such a prestigious institution expecting anybody to actually care about him. It wasn’t like he would have clawed his way in without being invited. Right?
Nagito liked to think that was right, anyway, just the way he liked to think he didn’t actually want any of his fancy, impossible new classmates to contradict him when he described himself as worthless, a faceless background character in their lives. Why should they tell him he was more than a bystander? Nagito would hold the camera when his classmates wanted a group photo. That should be more than enough. If he wanted to get something done for their sake, he could lean on his Ultimate Luck. If he drew a lottery number, it would always win. If a car was careening out of control through the school grounds, it would be sure to hit him before it clobbered anyone else. A weird system — a horrible system, from some points of view — but it was the least Nagito could do. It was his so-called “Talent,” after all.
Maybe that was why the Reserve Course had never made a lot of sense, to Nagito. See, some people could pay a hell of a lot of extra tuition money and buy their way into Hope’s Peak… but not as Ultimates. It felt like a flashlight demanding to be called the sun, to Nagito. Like a puddle on the street insisting it was the ocean. If Ultimates really were “hope,” then how dare anybody scramble around to grab their spotlight away, right? Reserve Course attendants would probably be easier to get along with than the Ultimate Students, given that Nagito was more or less “one of them”… a nobody, a stranger, an intruder here in this place for gods. But he didn’t go looking for friends among the Reserve Course, either. Why should he want to be buddy-buddy with arrogant pretenders? It wasn’t like Nagito had ever felt especially good at talking to people, anyway. He’d probably say something wrong; he’d probably mess something up; he’d probably just get furious. Wouldn’t you want to turn off the flashlight that thought it was the sun?
Better not to delude yourself, even if the truth was ugly, full of shaky, simpering smiles and resignation. Happiness led to pain. Good luck led to misery. On and on and on, and Nagito had been fairly sure he’d graduate from Hope’s Peak without any of his classmates having memorized his full name. You know, if he lived that long.
That’s why it was all the more surprising when Chiaki Nanami… the Ultimate Gamer… kept insisting on talking to him. Of course, Chiaki was kind to their whole class. She had no reason to sit silently and play phone games with Nagito until his phone caught fire in his hands — she had no reason to chat about his favorite super-indie horror titles during breaks in schoolwork, coming over to stand by his desk on purpose. Chiaki wanted to understand everybody: she told Nagito as much, honestly. Chiaki wanted their whole class to be a team, and so when she asked Nagito to show up for movie nights he did. He knew he’d suffer the bad luck for it later, but he picked up the phone when Chiaki called him every time.
If she wanted to be friends with everyone, Chiaki shouldn’t have to work for the Ultimate Lucky Student’s friendship, obviously. He should be a shoe-in. And it wasn’t really that Nagito was having fun that kept him sticking around, probably. It wasn’t really that he was starting to banter with the Ultimate Mechanic and the Ultimate Gangster, as if they were actually… uh… friendly acquaintances, or something, either. Chiaki told him he was reliable, even if he still wouldn’t admit he belonged with the rest of them. Even if he said hurtful things sometimes and didn’t seem to realize it.
“What?!” Nagito had balked, then. “Have I insulted you? Oh, no. No, that’s unacceptable. For someone like me to speak badly of an Ultimate Student, even without meaning to —”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Chiaki had answered. She reminded Nagito of a cat, pretty consistently… heavy-lidded eyes, and a voice like a tail swishing slowly back and forth. She didn’t look up from the game system in her hands as she drawled at him. “You say horrible things about yourself, and about how you can’t understand why I’d want anything to do with you… makes me feel like you don’t think I can pick my own friends. I say I think you’re okay, and you spend the next half an hour telling me why that’s a stupid thing to think. Kazuichi says he’s glad you stopped by to help him work on that robot project he’s building, and you have to make him apologize for thinking ‘trash like you’ deserves to hang out with the Ultimate Mechanic at all.”
Nagito wasn’t sure how to respond to any of that. He’d cleared his throat.
“Your friends will hurt when they see you hurt, Nagito. I always heard people in games saying that, and now I know it’s true. Okay?”
“Hm. Okay… if you’re sure, as an Ultimate Student.”
“I’m sure as your friend Chiaki.”
“Interesting. I mean… yeah, I’ll do my best not to hurt you?”
Nagito had been watching the way he talked about himself around Chiaki Nanami for about a week before she came to him with a plan she’d been working on with the Ultimate Supreme Leader. Kokichi Oma was a couple years behind them, but he was always scheming like the “Spawn of Loki” the Ultimate Animal Breeder declared him to be — his latest plan involved trying to unite the two branches of their school, the Main Course and the Reserve Course, coming together for some sort of mysterious club. Chiaki was all for it, apparently, and Nagito had wanted to say a lot of things. He’d wanted to say it sounded like reassuring the puddle that ships could drown in it after all, and coral reefs were sure to grow. It felt false, and wrong. But a lot of things Kokichi Oma said felt “false and wrong,” and Nagito wanted to be Chiaki’s real, worthy friend so badly. He agreed to help, however he could.
“It’s so generous of the Ultimates to share their Talents with everybody!” Nagito said. That was a fair enough rationalization, wasn’t it? “You really are a commendable person, Ultimate Supreme Leader. Even if practically everything you say is a shameless lie!”
And, “Hey now, most of my nefarious criminal organization members wouldn’t be called ‘Ultimate,’ and they’ve got more talents to share around than this whole stuck-up school,” Kokichi answered, voice light and airy, like he wasn’t actually invested in the conversation… though his eyes said he really was, unless that expression was just another lie from him? Lies upon lies upon lies. People told Nagito he was confusing to talk to, but surely he couldn’t have anything on Kokichi Oma. Was that okay for him to think? “A lot of these titles we got assigned feel pretty arbitrary, if you ask me. And it’s ridiculous we’ve never actually met so many of our classmates!”
Nagito raised his eyebrows. “Classmates?”
Kokichi stared him down, smile practically painted on. “Classmates. Yeah. Just think of how many possible recruits for my organization might be waiting in the Reserve Course… ya think any of ‘em are interested in a life of evil?”
“Most of the people who made the games we play aren’t Ultimates, either,” Chiaki murmured, at Kokichi’s side. She was muted and dusky pink, with a tender, hesitant smile — Kokichi was so glaringly bright and loud next to her. They made a strange team, but of course no stranger than Nagito and anyone in the world. “Please, Nagito. The School Unity Club is going to try and form real friendships… I think it’s a chance for us to do something good, and to learn what it’s like to be in the Reserve Course.“
As if Nagito wanted to understand something like that! Haha! Oh, Chiaki. No.
But that’s what led Nagito here, to the first official School Unity Club meeting. He filled out the Getting to Know Everybody Questionnaire Kokichi and Chiaki passed out, and he hung around in the back of the room, hands folded in his pockets, face perfectly neutral, until a spiky haired Reserve Course guy came storming up to him. What could have possibly gotten this uppity loser so mad? Chiaki had decorated this classroom herself, specifically for trash like the both of them. They should be so grateful. There were streamers and everything.
“Are you Nagito Komaeda?” Mr. Pointy-Hair spat.
“I am. Nice to meet —”
“So you’re the one who wrote that people who joined the Reserve Course have ‘no good reason to be here’ on the questionnaire. Knowing we’d all read it — knowing how much we want to attend Hope’s Peak Academy —”
Nagito nodded, letting himself smile. Ah, okay. This was making a little sense now. “Excuse me, I think you misunderstand something,” he tried to clarify. “I don’t believe I have a good reason to be here, either… really, we’re almost the same, you and me. I probably have more to say to someone like you than my whole class!” Nagito paused. Glanced over at the Ultimate Gamer. “Except for Chiaki. Maybe. If she still thinks so.”
Mr. Pointy-Hair didn’t look reassured by Nagito’s explanation. If anything, his cheeks were flushed red, the fury creeping up to the tips of his ears, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. He was a little shorter than Nagito, but he was standing as tall as he possibly could. “Someone like me?” he asked. It was a question, somehow, but what exactly did he expect Nagito to say? Mr. Pointy-Hair’s teeth were ground together, but there was something honest and wholesome about his mossy green eyes. Nagito might have wanted to ask his name, if he didn’t feel sure he was about to get yelled at. Why weren’t they understanding each other, exactly, here?
“You’re not an Ultimate,” Nagito said, explaining something painfully simple. “This is a school for extraordinary people, and you and I are both unworthy of it. You see? But that shouldn’t be news to you…”
Mr. Pointy-Hair was spitting mad. Was he going to punch Nagito, next? Or simply tell him how awful he was? Nagito was bracing himself either way, but he shouldn’t have bothered. That was when Kokichi Oma’s spotlight found them, after all. That was when the Ultimate Supreme Leader — sauntering around on a stage made of pushed-together desks and using a super-chipper ringmaster voice — declared, “Oh! And what’s this? Mr. Komaeda and Mr. Hinata are already picking a fight! I think we just found some volunteers for a club project, guys!”
There was a scattering of polite, confused applause, and this Mr. Pointy-Hair Hinata spun around on his heel and threw himself out of the room. The door slammed, and his footsteps thudded away down the hall.
Nagito took a stumbling half-step after him. He didn’t mean to. This was the sort of pretender who thought he deserved to be an Ultimate without earning it, after all. There was no reason to wonder what their club project would be together, or if he’d ever learn Hinata’s first name. There was no reason to ask what the Ultimate Supreme Leader had in store for them to work on — there was probably no reason to assume he and Hinata would ever see each other again, or get another chance to try and have an actual conversation.
Nagito asked Kokichi what their assignment was, anyway.
1½. Talking to You’s Like Trying to Paint in the Rain
Hajime Hinata figured if he just never attended a School Unity Club meeting again, he could simmer for a while and then amble on like this never happened. Like he’d never met Nagito Komaeda, with his hazy dark eyes and drifting, shaky-yet-infuriatingly-resolute voice. If he never joined up with the club again, then he couldn’t be assigned any weird-ass “club projects,” could he? And since Nagito was part of the Main Course… an Ultimate, even if he’d tried to convince Hajime they were “the same,” or whatever… their paths wouldn’t necessarily cross, otherwise. They even had passing periods at different times, and if Hajime saw Nagito’s fluffy, flyaway white hair from across the hallway he just stopped in his tracks and stalked away.
But, I mean… that isn’t the end of the story, obviously. Hajime underestimated the Ultimate Supreme Leader, and also how ridiculous things could get at Hope’s Peak Academy. Sometimes, the place barely even felt real.
Hajime received the instructions for his and Nagito Komaeda’s club project midway through math class. The guy in front of him — who he’d known the whole year, mind you, and was definitely just some guy who liked comic books and was often a little late to class — turned around in his seat and stage-whispered, “Hey, Hinata, you wouldn’t happen to know the answer to question thirteen, would you?”
“There is no question thirteen,” Hajime answered. “The worksheet only goes to ten —” and then he actually looked up, to raise his eyebrows at his classmate and/or see if they had different worksheets for some reason. And well. Hm. Wouldn’t you know it, this wasn’t his classmate at all. This was very obviously Kokichi Oma from the Main Course in a wig. The Ultimate Supreme Leader was wearing a Reserve Course uniform with the tie knotted all sloppily, and he grinned like the damn Cheshire Cat as he handed over a big envelope with the words “This is not your School Unity Club project assignment!” scribbled on it.
“Oh! Nice eye,” Kokichi grinned. “Aren’t you a smart one.”
“I don’t want to work with Nagito Komaeda,” Hajime hissed. “And Kokichi, this isn’t your class.”
“Are you sure I’m not enrolled in the Reserve Course, too?”
“Ugh. Yes? And you’re two years behind me.”
Kokichi scratched at his forehead. Hajime thought maybe he was taunting him, intentionally fiddling with his wig so that a little of his flippy purple hair snuck out. “Nagito’s stubborn, isn’t he? Kind of like you.”
“We’re nothing alike,” Hajime said, but even as he spat those words he knew they weren’t completely true. Honestly, Hajime felt sick with guilt for getting his family to pay this ridiculous Hope’s Peak Reserve Course tuition — he’d tried to change his own mind, convincing himself it didn’t matter whether the world called him Special. The Ultimate Students were just people, he told himself. So what if nobody thought he was good enough to be one of them? He could still live a happy, normal life… he could still pour attention into the hobbies he loved, and spend time with the people he cared about, and maybe it was kind of a pain to have your face on convenience store magazines anyway.
Hajime told himself stuff like that over and over again, but it wasn’t like it stuck, you know? It didn’t change the tide of his thoughts. It felt like the minute he painted a nice, encouraging picture of an alternative to Hope’s Peak Academy for himself, it got washed away. Staring into Nagito’s serene, self-righteously knowing eyes had felt a little like that, too. Hajime got the feeling that he could talk to him and talk to him, but it was almost impossible to change this guy’s mind until he changed it himself.
It was infuriating, wasn’t it, talking to people like that?
“If you want to prove you’re really different than Nagito — you’re really not super-stubborn and impossible to reach — you can always just do the project,” the Ultimate Supreme Leader grinned. “Up to you. I told him to meet you by those big fountains after school, and I think he’s actually gonna do it. He asked what your first name was, too… I told him it was ‘Daisuke.’”
“But it isn’t.”
“Oops, my bad. So tell him yourself.”
Hajime read the crayon-drawing assignment sheets waiting for him in that envelope during a break, sitting slumped over at a table with a bunch of students he didn’t really know. Apparently, Kokichi and the Ultimate Gamer wanted Hajime and Nagito to make a short documentary film showing everybody what life was like in the Hope’s Peak Reserve Course. They were supposed to interview students and get some funny stories; they were supposed to go over some of the things people were studying, and rate whether the desks were comfy. Just… get a portrait of the Reserve Course as people, basically, the instructions said. And be sure to let the Ultimate Supreme Leader know if anyone seemed open to helping with this prank he had in the works. Get them to sign a short, totally-harmless liability form. It’ll be fun.
Hajime crumpled the envelope and all its assignment sheets up, one by one, preparing to toss them away with the rest of his trash. But then he unfolded them, running a hand through his sticky-uppy hair.
You know what?
Why not.
Maybe it would do Nagito Komaeda some good, to get to know the people he was insulting. To see the school from a different point of view. Maybe it would be satisfying to see him feel like a jerk, fumbling around, trying oh-so-messily to explain himself to anybody a little less forgiving than Hajime. Anyway, it was sort of annoying the guy thought his name was something random Kokichi Oma had pulled out of a hat, too.
So Hajime went to meet Nagito by the fountains. For a moment, before they actually started working on the project, it had felt sort of right. Nagito had stood up from where he’d been bent over some homework; he’d smoothed down his vest, and smiled awkwardly, self-consciously. Hopefully. It had looked like maybe he would apologize. Maybe he’d thought over what he said, and Hajime didn’t need to spend any time convincing him he was an asshole. In that case, maybe Nagito was the kind of willowy handsome that Hajime liked in drama actors, if you got past the funny way he held himself. In that case, maybe his voice was sort of soft and lyrical, and if they were talking about something else… almost anything else… Hajime wouldn’t really mind listening to him.
But then, uh. Hajime got close enough for Nagito to wave, and call, “Do you understand what I meant, now, then? It’s nice to meet you properly, Daisuke!” And it only went downhill from there.
It didn’t help that the minute Hajime handed Nagito the school-owned camera Kokichi had finagled for them to use, it got carried out of his hands by an actual hawk. What the hell? “Ultimate Luck,” Nagito clarified, but what did that even mean? So then they were gonna record the thing on Hajime’s phone, except that they couldn’t decide where to start. Who to talk to. They got into a half-shouting match in front of a few of Hajime’s friendlier classmates, who excused themselves as quickly as possible. They tried to film the gymnasium, but it was closed for emergency fumigation and they ended up gagging, hunched over outside the doors for about five minutes. They tried to film in the dorms, but Hajime’s entrance pass cracked in two when they attempted to use it. Those were expensive! Augh! Why was Nagito laughing?!
Whatever Hajime tried to do, it felt like Nagito came sliding over to step on his toes. They were getting nowhere. This project was getting nowhere. They had to delete the one decent interview they managed to get because Hajime himself accidentally had his thumb over the camera. He had literally no idea how he could’ve missed something like that.
“Ultimate Luck,” Nagito said, again, for about the millionth time that evening. “See? It’s really not always much of a talent!”
That was the last straw. Hajime was done. Nagito was still obsessed with this concept of “talent”; Nagito was the last person who should be making a video trying to show what life was really like for Reserve Course students. The Ultimate Supreme Leader was probably just messing with them, just being a little shit like people said he tended to be. School Unity? What could Nagito Komaeda do to work towards School Unity? He was probably the sort of person who would want to trap a lizard that thought it was a dragon, just to show the poor little guy how small he really was. Hajime didn’t have time for this.
And so he told Nagito as much, and he gathered up his things. He deleted all the footage they’d recorded for their project, and went back home. That could’ve been the end of it. If Kokichi turned up in any of his classes again, Hajime would just tune him out. If the Ultimate Gamer asked him why he didn’t come around anymore, yeah, okay, he’d apologize, but that was it.
Hajime didn’t hear anything from the School Unity Club for about a month. “Good riddance,” he thought. He imagined himself slamming a book closed. And then possibly kicking said book under the bed, or something.
When he got a text from Kokichi Oma — wait, how had the Ultimate Supreme Leader gotten his phone number?! — Hajime almost didn’t open it. But morbid curiosity won out in the end, as it so often did. Morbid curiosity, and that claustrophobic, helplessly-stricken pull to the Ultimate Students Hajime still felt, even now. He had wanted to be valuable, to be seen; he had wanted to be a revelation. Every breath he took on this earth could have been game-changing, if only he’d been born someone else.
“Nice work on your video,” Kokichi said. “Turned out really insightful. I think it’ll help the Reserve Course students feel seen, too.”
Alright. Hold on.
What?
***
2. The Light
When Nagito Komaeda asked the Ultimate Supreme Leader whether it had been difficult, convincing Hajime to come watch his documentary about the Hope’s Peak Academy Reserve Course together, Kokichi said, “You just better not mess this up, kid,” with a big, sloppy wink. Nevermind that he really hadn’t answered the question, actually, when Nagito thought back on it – nevermind that Kokichi was… again… younger than him. Maybe it meant Hajime had struggled against the idea of ever actually talking to Nagito again, and Kokichi’d had to bribe him with glittery promises like, “If you give the video a chance, I’ll delete your phone number from my contacts list!” Or maybe it meant Nagito should feel lucky – lucky in a good way, mind you – because Hajime hadn’t needed a lot of nagging at all. Maybe Mr. Pointy-Hair was genuinely curious. Maybe he’d be willing to forgive how badly things had gone, and try, Nagito didn’t know, “hanging out” again, sometime.
“Why did you lie about Hajime’s name, to me?” Nagito asked. “I looked… inconsiderate.”
“Who knows?” Kokichi said. “I do stuff like that, you know.”
It would’ve been way too easy, if Kokichi Oma had been willing to answer a simple question for once. But all the same, Nagito ended up sitting alone in a dark, lonely classroom after club activities were over for the night; all the same, Nagito had finished up the Reserve Course documentary film on his own. He’d purchased four separate video cameras, and lost them all to his ruthless luck. He’d interviewed people from Hajime’s classes, asking the questions Hajime had scrawled out on the back of Kokichi’s crumpled-up assignment envelope that time they tried working together. “What brought you to the Reserve Course?” “What’s your most precious goal, and how do you hope the Reserve Course will help you get there?” “Do you like going to school here?” “What do you think Hope’s Peak could do differently, to show that it values all its students?” Some of the answers he’d gotten were genuinely shocking – one of them made him cry, actually, and try to shake the girl’s hand afterwards. (She took his hand, yes, but then asked why there was so much mud on it. Oh, crap. Nagito’d forgotten that happened… he’d been swallowed up by a surprise swamp on the way across campus that day.) All of the answers were… human? Maybe sometimes it was easy to get so wrapped up in this business of hope and despair, talent and luck, that Nagito forgot how learning a person’s abilities just barely scraped the surface of what it would be like getting to know them. He didn’t talk much at all, giving his interviews – aside from asking questions, of course. He laughed at jokes, sometimes, but he tried to laugh quietly, without wobbling the camera too much.
Nagito had expected the interviews would enrage him – would make him think these people were ungrateful, were building themselves homemade trophies to take away from the Ultimate Talents the Main Course actually earned. And sometimes, yeah, sometimes he did want to argue back. Put them in their places, back in the dirt with him; click off the flashlight that thought it was the sun. But he listened, for a while, anyway. Maybe it was because Hajime would’ve wanted him to, at first – maybe it was because Hajime might have said he couldn’t do it. But in the end, Nagito found himself with a lot of footage of people telling him their truths, and so many of those stories tasted familiar. That longing, that hurt, that want, that hunger. It had been written all over Hajime’s face when they first met, but Nagito’d never asked his story, had he?
Ah, well. Nagito had tried making the documentary into something Hajime wouldn’t hate, you know? He’d gone to one of the Reserve Course’s basketball games and recorded the crowds cheering, recorded the players’ teamwork and struggle. None of the players were the Ultimate Basketball Star or anything, but it still mattered when they won, didn’t it? Maybe not as much, existentially, or for the hope of the world as Nagito understood it, but – but it could still be emotional watching them come together and ruffle each other’s hair, afterwards, reminiscing about the game. Nagito had attempted to go to a Reserve Course swimming team competition too, but of course the pool flooded the second he stepped in the building… and like, really flooded, in that most of the bleachers were still underwater and they hadn’t been able to drain the dressing rooms, yet. Some sort of weird, constant flow in from ocean?! Nagito wasn’t sure on the specifics. Point being, he’d stopped attending sports events for a while, but he had asked Chiaki to record the Reserve Course’s musical production of Les Misérables so he could splice some of it into the documentary.
Nagito didn’t ask specific questions about Hajime Hinata while conducting his interviews, but he’d heard some stuff about him all the same. He was a good classmate, people said – a hard worker, soft-spoken, but he didn’t just sit back and take kindly to bullies. He was smart, but his handwriting was terrible, and he and Nagito seemed to like the same type of video games. Hajime’s classmates mentioned him in passing, see, discussing him among themselves… or they said, “Oh, no, Nagito’s probably okay. He was with Hajime a couple days ago, remember? Hey, Nagito, are you two friends?”
Um.
In that moment, Nagito had wanted very badly to say yes, yes they were friends. He would’ve been proud to have Hajime like him, as a person, the way Chiaki seemed to. But he just sort of smiled and shook his head. “We were working on a project together,” he offered. “School Unity Club.” It was probably fair to leave it at that, right?
But now the documentary was finished, and Hajime had been persuaded… somehow… to come to some empty classroom after School Unity Club let out and watch it at Nagito’s side. Nagito hadn’t really felt like he should be going to School Unity Club meetings lately: it was surreal to be back here again, inviting Hajime into the ruins of a game tournament. There was a scribbly, multi-color scoreboard, and bits of the floor were duct-taped off into what looked like a beanbag chair/slime vat obstacle course. The janitors at Hope’s Peak must have hated Kokichi Oma. Or who knows, really? Maybe he was planning to slink back in and clean all this up himself, after Nagito and Hajime finished with their video. Nagito showed Hajime over to some chairs he’d set up in front of his cracked-apart personal laptop. He pulled out Hajime’s chair a little bit, like they were someplace fancy, and Hajime scoffed. He sat down, though. And then he gestured to Nagito’s chair, like, “Well?”
They watched the documentary in silence. Sometimes Hajime shifted, or scratched at his neck. Sometimes he gasped, or shot Nagito careful, considering eyes. Nagito… for his part… tried his best to keep his expression neutral, the same as he’d done at that first School Unity Club meeting. The last interview was with himself, after all, and he thought he’d made his own points pretty clear. He didn’t understand what the Reserve Course meant, in connection to the Main Course here at Hope’s Peak Academy… on one hand he still thought it defied the point of the whole place, but on the other it was a class full of creativity and excitement and hope for the future, too. He’d learned a lot from the Reserve Course students, and it had been fun spending time with them. The interview questions had been written by Hajime Hinata, but they’d honestly become Nagito’s questions too, by the end. He thanked the viewer for watching, and the interviewees for talking to him, and the swimming team for their forgiveness when he tried to explain that it was his weird luck that ruined their tournament.
It wasn’t perfect. Nagito stumbled over his words, sometimes, and he contradicted himself, and he went on a short monologue about how it was possible hope came in innumerable different forms. He hinted at one of his most embarrassing thoughts, too – that maybe… just maybe, possibly, against all odds… it might’ve been more merciful to have a world without the worship of talent, a world where all people could just live as themselves and know that was enough. He had almost edited that part out. In another life, he probably wouldn’t have wanted anyone in the world to hear it. It flew in the face of everything he was supposed to honor, after all. It was skeptical of the very concept of the Ultimate Talents themselves.
Nagito might not have been able to explain exactly why he kept that part of his own interview in the documentary. Maybe he wanted Hajime to get him, if they ever spoke again. Maybe so many strangers had been utterly, vulnerably honest with him, he felt like it was sort of his turn. Either way, he winced, taking in the frustrated surrender on his own recorded face. He kept his arms folded over his chest and gritted his teeth. Hajime was watching him imagine a world where all that mattered was the light, whether it came from a flashlight or the sun. For all Nagito knew, he sounded ridiculous.
“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be,” Hajime said, slowly, after the credits rolled – Chiaki was thanked for most things Nagito hadn’t attributed to either himself or the conspicuously-absent Hajime Hinata. “Thanks, Nagito. You… are you going to the next club meeting?”
“What? Am I…?”
“I mean the School Unity Club. If you go to the next meeting, I’ll come too.”
Nagito swallowed, fidgeting. He brushed a little messy white hair behind his ear. “Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.” He decided to push his luck, just a little, then, seeing Hajime smile: he decided to try and make this raw, beautiful person that hated him laugh. “Maybe Kokichi’ll stop pestering me if I finally participate.”
Hajime snorted. He relaxed, just the littlest bit, and Nagito felt his insides twist. That was an unfamiliar feeling.
“Probably not,” Hajime said.
“No… probably not.”
That couldn’t have been part of the Ultimate Supreme Leader’s secret conniving plan, though, right? To get them to bond over mutual frustration… to pester them both until they started commiserating about it…
Right?
But then, maybe Nagito shouldn’t put it past him. Kokichi’d earned his Ultimate Student-status somehow. Maybe he and Chiaki hadn’t been completely wrong about a School Unity Club, either.
Well, now… they’d just played right into the Ultimate Supreme Leader’s hands, hadn’t they?
That didn’t matter too much, somehow, when Hajime was taking Nagito out to arcades with his other friends, and on hikes in the forest, and to read quietly on a bench in the park. Sun on their skin, wind in their hair, ruffling the pages of their books just the littlest bit… or else grabbing Nagito’s book away and hurtling it out horrifyingly fast into oncoming traffic. Or maybe it was the first book Hajime got him as a gift that would get stolen by a randomly-appearing hawk, this time? At least now Hajime knew Nagito usually laughed that desperate, rattling sort of cackle when he was upset. Nervous. Panicking. At least now Hajime would rub his back, a little, and tell him they were fine. Hey, hey. Nagito, look at me. Your luck isn’t your fault. Just breathe.
Breathe.
No, falling for the Ultimate Supreme Leader’s machinations barely mattered at all, this time.
2 ½. So Glad I was Wrong About You
The first time Hajime Hinata kissed Nagito Komaeda, he hadn’t been expecting to do it, himself, if you’d asked him just five minutes before. They were doing homework together, and the year was almost over – Nagito had asked Hajime to come to the Main Course Graduation Ball with him, as friends, of course, and high school was winding down to an end for both of them. Hajime had just worked weekend shifts at a thrift store to buy himself a set of four-leaf clover cufflinks to wear with his suit, small and gold and hopefully not the sort of thing Nagito would think was tacky. They were… Hajime hadn’t known what they were, exactly, until he found himself watching the way Nagito talked with his hands, staring off into the distance, swept away in what they were discussing. He remembered something their mutual friend Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer, had said a few weeks before:
“I don’t think Nagito’s gonna ask you to go to the ball as his date-date. But if he does, be nice.”
Hajime hadn’t pressed Chiaki on that, for some reason. He’d been a little distracted by how she was completely annihilating him in the game they were playing. Why hadn’t he… dammit, why hadn’t he really heard her, then? If Nagito asked him out, like… as a boyfriend… Hajime was supposed to treat him gently. Maybe Chiaki thought Hajime would’ve wanted to say no, to an invitation like that? It was hard to say. Her expression had been all dusty lavender, vague and soft, watching her character defeat Hajime’s so, so mercilessly. The game had been reflected in her eyes, neon and flickering and fast.
But maybe… maybe what Chiaki said had meant more than just some run-of-the-mill politeness advice. It could have meant Nagito’d told Chiaki he was interested in taking Hajime as his date-date, but had backed away squirming from the idea because he was still getting over the concept that he was somehow fundamentally broken. Maybe he didn’t realize Hajime had bought those four-leaf clover cufflinks like a promise, because he didn’t want this Graduation Ball to be the last chance he got to wear them. To be fair, Hajime had only just realized that, himself. Who else was he gonna wear four-leaf clovers for, if not the Ultimate Lucky Student? He’d gotten to know Nagito’s luck extremely well, over the last year together; he knew which scars he tended to keep hidden, because he hated explaining their backstories, and he had watched Nagito’s closing monologue from that Reserve Course documentary over and over in the dead of night. Trying to understand it. Trying to understand this impossible, contrary guy who had just helped him edit his last Japanese Literature essay of the semester.
Hajime had kept telling himself he was done with Nagito Komaeda – for weeks, he’d told himself that. It felt like such a waste, now. They were both growing beyond Hope’s Peak Academy, in their ways, even though obviously there had been a time when Hajime would’ve told you that was impossible. He hadn’t thought he could imagine himself a meaningful future without some link to Ultimate Talent, without this school, whatever exactly it was, but the possibilities had started painting themselves to life without him really noticing it. The change crept in so sweetly, somewhere between the Ultimate Supreme Leader dragging the whole School Unity Club into participating in the next academy-wide musical and that time they’d all gotten lost in the mountains and Hajime found himself spreading his coat out over Nagito while he slept. Living had changed things, brought meaning where none had been assigned by fancy academy board members. When Hajime learned about the Izuru Kamukura Project – a study that had apparently endowed some random Reserve Course student with all the Ultimate Talents under the sun – he was jealous, yeah, but not the way he felt he should have been.
Hajime leaned across the desk and took Nagito’s face in his hands; he kissed him fast and hard, before he could change his mind. Kissed him like he’d yelled his actual first name in his face. Kissed him like truth, and the revelation he’d always thought maybe he could be, if only, if only, if only. He felt Nagito tense and then soften; he felt Nagito try to speak, and then close his eyes, pale lashes brushing against his skin. Hajime ran his hand down Nagito’s neck, and tangled it just a little in his unbrushed hair. Nagito made a wondering, helpless sound, and Hajime held him closer. Pulled back. Kissed his forehead.
“I’m sorry,” Nagito said. Hajime didn’t think he knew what for. Maybe he was still sorry for saying he didn’t think Hajime had any reason to come to this school and that whole tangled-up, confusing introduction they’d had; maybe he was just worried he’d turned out to be a disappointing kisser. Somewhere out in the hallway, Kokichi Oma was laughing, calling, “You’ll never take me alive!” to someone chasing him with a mysteriously bedazzled mop. Somewhere out in the hallway, Izuru Kamukura – Reserve Course student-turned living god – was staring out at the world and realizing it was all immeasurably, heartbreakingly boring, when all the talent possible was limp in his hands.
“Why?” Hajime asked.
“Um,” Nagito said. There were so many words churning inside him, but he was holding Hajime’s hand really tightly, now. He cleared his throat. “I mean, we can try that again, if you want. If I did it wrong.”
Hajime and Nagito were both strong believers in second chances, by that point. They went to the Main Course Graduation Ball with Nagito holding Hajime’s hand just as tight, and no, that absolutely wasn’t the last chance Hajime had to wear those four-leaf clover cufflinks.
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omg hi! you started off your blog greatly, im so proud of you! do you think you can write an angsty scenario for akaashi? where his crush likes this guy and wants help from him and he feels all sad :( but she ends up confessing to him! i love your writing so far, keep it up!
UMM so i accidentally got really invested in this so it’s WAYY longer than a drabble and i often write long stuff bc of ao3 so this might sound a little more like that kinda fanfic style instead of a tumblr scenario? mainly cos im really a sucker for this stuff hehehe love you anon
also ! the request made it sound sort of akaashi-centric so i hope you dont mind? there will still be a lot of reader-chan here though! please dont leave yet and i hope u enjoy
again ALSO i wrote this half on my laptop half on my phone so please dont mind if it seems a lil clunky in some areas
3092 words jesus ok here you go
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Crushes weren’t necessarily a new sensation for Akaashi. Just an uncommon one. In fact, the last time he remembers even being attracted to someone was in first grade when everyone had a crush on this popular girl. He’s not even sure if he really liked her, or just found the idea of it interesting.
Now, second year of high school, Akaashi finds himself in trouble. Because for once, he really, really, really likes this girl. You.
He can’t even fake himself out of this, because every damn time he looks at you, he feels all warm and tingly and his stomach feels less calm and he can hear his heart bump against his ribcage and god, his face even flushes a little bit.
(A little bit inconvenient when he accidentally finds himself staring at you and daydreaming.)
Akaashi doesn’t like this feeling.
I mean, yeah, Akaashi has somewhat of a sense of confidence in his looks, manners, and ability to make friends. He’s not exactly the top in each subject he thinks, but it lets him pass through high school without too much of a depressingly lonely life. He could easily befriend you and steal your heart, his inner ego-brat says.
But.. but what if you reject him?
He should become closer to you.
(For the record, he doesn’t not like the feeling. He kind of likes the serotonin boost you give him. But he definitely, more than kind of likes you.
A lot more.)
And one day, in the spring, he finds himself paired up with a special biology partner. With familiar, sparkling eyes and the cutest, most gorgeous voice he’s ever heard that always makes his heart fucking backflip.
Akaashi doesn’t think he can survive this.
His teacher blares, “Start brainstorming ideas for your science fair project! It’s due in a month, you know!”, but Akaashi blocks out the noise because all he can focus on is you, goddamn it. He can only focus on the way you push your hair out of your face, the way your lips upturn into the most stunning smile he’s ever had the fate of encountering, and he really hopes he doesn’t get h-
“Akaashi-kun?”
(Fuck you and your completely gorgeous voice that drives him up the wall and makes him want to kiss you.)
“Oh– sorry, yeah?” He kind of hates himself for how his voice lilted a pitch higher.
You laugh, sounding like a goddess. He hopes that it means you don’t hate him. “Ahaha, I was just wondering if you have any ideas for the science fair? It’s a pretty big chunk of our grade, and I am… not the smartest when it comes to AP Bio..”
Akaashi thinks quite the opposite, but he isn’t currently in the position to contradict you.
“Um…” He pauses and thinks furiously. He comes up with some borderline generic idea that has enough room for a unique twist. And your eyes brighten.
“Waaaoo, Akaashi-kun’s a genius, hm?”
(God, he thinks he might have a little more than a crush on that teasing grin and glittering pair of eyes.)
He musters the courage to smile without looking stupid. “Of course.”
Two weeks later, he wants to sink into a hole.
Yes, it might have been his request that you two meet up to work on the project, but that was because he knew you were a procrastinator! You would start the project the night before if he’d let you!
But it was not his idea to do it at his house.
Now he has to live with the fact that you’re lying on HIS bed, spread-eagled in your sweater and shorts, complaining about how lazy you are.
(He wonders how you’re so comfortable about wearing shorts to a male classmate’s house. You two aren’t even that close, although you claim otherwise.)
“Come on, get up,” he rolls his eyes. “We have work to do.”
“But I’m so tiiiiiredddd… and lazyyyy…. wouldn’t it be such a gentlemanly act of Akaashi-kun to do the project for me?” You flash him a sweet smile while stretching out even more on the bed.
Snorting, he watches you sink into his mattress and roll around idly. “Hey, don’t you need the grade? You can’t pass if you make me do your work.”
Sighing, you hum in defeated content. “Well, it was worth a try.” You reach out your hand and tousle his wavy hair, and he almost flinches at the touch. He hates to say it but he loves it so much that you’re so affection with him, and Akaashi knows he would give anything to keep you teasing him with all this attention.
“Yeah.. yeah, it was,” he murmurs to himself before letting himself sit down next to you. He notices how you scrunch your body from a spread-eagle to a cute, curled up position to make room for him.
“Mm, so how are we gonna do this?” you ask, with a subtle mixture of bored and curious seeping into your tone. Then, he watches your features melt into a warm, mischievous smile as you hum, “Unless you just wanna nap and cuddle or something.”
(Holy fuck.)
Akaashi forces himself to scowl playfully and he shakes his head, sighing loudly in mock disappointment. “I don’t know what to do with you.” And equally as teasing, he adds, “I should just kick you out and not treat you to lunch if you’re going to be like this.”
“Noooooo!!!” you whine in this adorably frustrated and threatening voice. “Don’t you dare starve me or I’m feeding you to the rats.”
He chuckles. “See, that’s what I thought.”
But of course, your face wraps into a devilish grin as you say in a singsong voice and throw your arms around him (which makes him flush and makes his heart go WABAM), “It doesn’t matter though, ‘cause I got this whole-ass meal right here~”
“Shut up.”
(But you both know he never means it.)
Thanks to Akaashi (and your obliging albeit lazy participation), you two blow the science fair out of the way and get an A. He’s never seen you so delighted about a grade.
“I’m so happy~” you never shut up about how grateful you are for him, not that he’s complaining. “This is probably the highest mark I’ve ever gotten in this class.”
“Don’t over exaggerate. You’re not too bad at Bio,” Akaashi remarks. “You just need a tutor, probably, if you’re struggling.”
(By the way, he is ecstatic that you two are ACTUALLY FRIENDS!!! He’s even met your dog!!)
“Hmmmm…” You eye him warily before shrugging. “Whatever you say, Akaashi-kun.” Your eyes flit around before returning on him, and you start rambling about the newest anime you’ve gotten into and how it’s practically on-par with the manga, and how hot one of their characters are-
(For some reason Akaashi really zeroes in on that part.)
He really feels like he has to contribute something to the conversation, so he puts in, “Wow, [Name]-san, you’re such a fangirl.”
You snort loudly and put two peace-signs to your face like some kawaii anime girl, doing this mock-sweet smile. “Waaaooo, you’re rightttt. I’m Akaashi-kun’s number one fan!! He’s so cute when he’s yelling at me to do my work and super hot when he helps me with homew-”
He swears to god his face is radiating an inhuman amount of heat and he rolls his eyes before shaking his head and jabbing your side lightly. “Didn’t I tell you not to say that?”
“Ummm, maybe.” Your ‘innocent’ grin tells him otherwise. “But you know, you’re right, Akaashi-kun,” you cross your arms and give your cute little smirk again. “I am a genius, and I’m suuuper good at Bio. I just need someone to channel it.” And you lean forward until both your noses are touching, and Akaashi thinks he’s about to explode. “So maybe you could help me out?”
The subtle pleading undercurrent in your voice compels Akaashi to straighten up a little bit without flushing even redder. Keep cool, keep cool.
(He prays that his skill of keeping a poker face will hide the blood rushing around in his dick.)
“Well, what time?”
This time around, he finds himself at your house instead. You both are sitting at your desk, ‘working’ on your math and Bio homework. In other words, just talking.
He’s confident now in that the two of you are close friends. He’s learned that from afar, you were a sweet and confident yet perfectly kind girl. That was the girl he based his feelings off of. During your Bio project, he found the cheeky, sly and vibrant yet chill girl who always teased him but was still nonetheless sweet.
And now, under that facade, you were an anxious mess with a shit-ton of insecurities.
(He thinks it’s funny how you boast that you’re just like Shrek. You have layers.)
Akaashi glances at you, groaning with your head down onto the table. “I hate math..” he hears you grumble.
“Hey, you’re not too bad. You just have to be careful when plugging in your equations,” he counters.
“But what if I can’t remember my equations??”
“We both know you’re fine at remembering them.”
“I’m gonna fail.”
“Have faith in yourself, because I do.” And Akaashi is being completely honest. His confidence in you being just fine and being able to pass all your classes is strong because he’s seen you work (after procrastinating). “You just have to work on not putting things off until the last minute.”
You make a frustrated noise before resting your chin on your propped hand. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just.. destined to be set back, y’know? Like, everything I do is gonna somehow backfire on me.”
He knows the feeling, especially late at night in bed, stressing over what tomorrow might bring him.
“And like… I have this whole thing set up for me. When people know me as a classmate, I’m an average student, right? Then when we’re like… ‘friends’, I’m all weird and tease-y.” You let out a loud sigh. “And to the unlucky people who get to this stage, I’m a mess.”
“Stop.” Akaashi’s surprised at how firm he is. “I’m grateful to have met you and to have become your friend, [Name]. You’re going to be fine, you need to trust yourself more. Because I trust you more than anything.”
(Yes, he is on first-name basis with you!! Yes, he trusts you even more than he might even trust Bokuto!!)
Your lips twitch into a small smile, one that he’s grown to love and adore. He’s confident that he’s so fucking deep in love and he doesn’t know how to move on. “You really think so?”
“Of course I do.” He flicks some crumpled-up post-it at you. “Since we’re not doing any homework anytime soon, what else do you want to talk about?”
Your gaze becomes a little more shy and nervous. “Umm… Weeell, I need help.”
“I mean, why else would I be here?”
“No, seriously, Keiji-kun. Seriously!!” You throw mock-fit, despite obviously looking anxious.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m listening. Sorry.”
“Uh. Um, so…” You blink and pretend to look focused on doodling on the corner of your math paper. “There’s this dude I like. Like, I reaaally like him, which is surprising even for me.” You laugh a little bit, and as Akaashi feels his heart start to tear in half, he forces out a chuckle to match. “He’s suuuper pretty– I think that’s the word for it? Pretty. And he’s kinda funny in his own way, and he’s really sweet and listens to me all the time even when I don’t deserve his time. And I dunno, I think he might like me back? Also, I really really really like him. But I don’t really know how to confess…
“Because you know, I’m kinda wack like that, haha. I’ll probably screw up the confession and make things worse, and, well, I need help.” You finish your ramble with a loud breath and you collapse your head onto the table, groaning.
“Uh–” Fuck, oh fuck him, fuck his life. “I mean… I think just a heartfelt confession would do? Something simple and sweet that says you really like him, in case somehow your words don’t work.” Akaashi feels like he’s sweating, a lot, and he feels even more frustrated than ever. His heart is crashing against his ribcage, and his mind is a fucking mess.
You frown a little bit, and suddenly a gush of words fly out of your mouth like a stream bursting from a dam. “Oh my god, what if I’m reading the signs all wrong and he doesn’t at all like me back? I mean, I wouldn’t blame him because I’m kinda ugly and have this weird personality thing going on and I’m shit at math and Bio-”
“Stop.” Akaashi forces himself to intervene, mainly because 1) you’re literally the light of his life and 2) he feels like he has to leave really soon after dealing with the news. “Shut up, [Name]. You aren’t ugly at all, and I, for one, enjoy your weird personality. And I already told you, you’re fine with academics.” He makes himself make eye contact with you, peering up from your arm covering your face, and says, “If he rejects you, he isn’t worth your time at all and you should move on.”
(Preferably with me.)
He watches you exhale, like he just unwound a tight spring from inside of you, and your shoulders relax and you melt from your anxious state, just a little bit. “You’re right. If.. if he doesn’t feel the same, I’ll just forget about him.”
“Because you’re a genius.” Akaashi tries to hype you up, but he still feels like crumbling. Falsely checking his phone, he stretches and stands up. “I have to go now, sorry. My mom asked me to pick up my little sister from tutoring.”
“Huh, already?” Confusion flits across your face, and it hurts him even more to just leave you after you confided in him, but he knows he has to leave before he says something he might regret. “Oh, okaayy.. see you tomorrow then. Thanks for helping me out.” You yawn before standing up to hug him goodbye.
“No problem.” He says it casually, but Akaashi feels his mood drop faster and lower than ever. He hugs you back, but he breaks away fast.
After leaving your house and collapsing onto his bed in his locked bedroom (with his 11-year-old sister knocking on the door and curiously asking what’s wrong), he can’t help but feel hurt that you couldn’t even tell him who your mystery crush’s name was.
A week passes by, and neither of you mention the conversation at your house. It doesn’t matter either way, since you two are still so casually best friends. At the same time, he desperately wants to push the matter just to find out who it is.
Otherwise, Akaashi has noticeably been more quiet and moody to the point that he doesn’t know how to control it. Sure, he keeps up the same as he would before your conversation, but he can’t help but feel his heart sink everytime he sees you. His mind is ecstatic every time he talks to you, while simultaneously wanting to tear itself apart.
He’s tried getting rid of feelings for you, in literally every way possible. From avoiding thinking about you (which backfired horribly because he ended up thinking more about you) to focusing on other girls (ew, none of them were even capable of creating the same effect on him as you do), he’s tried it all and it’s all failed.
Akaashi realizes his silent slump has gotten so bad to the point that Bokuto made him sit out a few practice matches in the gym just because Akaashi was nowhere near the spot that any of the team expected him to be at.
After school, he meets with you near the vending machine as always. You buy two cans of coffee, one for you and one for him.
As soon as he takes the can gratefully, you clear your throat.
“Yeah, [Name]?”
Glancing around before staring him in the eye, you start, “Keiji-kun, before you run away, I just…. I just wanted to let you know I really really really like you. Like, a lot.” You start speaking kind of fast, so Akaashi can’t process what you’re saying.
“And I mean it. Ever since the Bio project, you’ve been so nice to me and you’ve been such a great friend even though I made it hard sometimes, and along the way I just caught feelings. You honestly mean everything to me, and I appreciate you so much for everything we’ve been through. I- I think, I love you, Keiji. And I hope you accept my feelings.” You smile, almost nervously but nonetheless sincere, and Akaashi thinks he’s about to explode.
“I- I,” Fuck, oh my fucking god, he thinks to himself. He’s shaking a little bit– that’s how happy he is. “[Name], I..” God fucking damn it, he can’t even express how happy he is. He feels his cheeks blossom and he feels his lips quirk into this goofy smile.
But then he watches you shy away a little bit as you hurriedly say, “I- I mean, sorry. It’s okay if you just wanna be friends-”
“No.” Finally, Akaashi can use his mouth and then he gently takes your cheeks in his hands and closes the gap between you two, lips connecting in a display of pining and affection.
He practically melts into the kiss, he’s never been so happy. He thinks he’s actually about to implode; he’s been dreaming about kissing you like this, against your soft, plush lips. And finally he’s able to call you his, to call you the one. When the two of you finally break away for air, he’s breathing hard and his mind is a mess, which is rare considering his usual stoic state.
Akaashi has also never seen you so flustered and blushy. He murmurs into your ear as he takes your hand, “Feelings are 100% reciprocated.”
“I can tell,” you laugh breathily, and he’s so happy to hear that some of your anxiety has dissolved in that sweet kiss. He’s absolutely infatuated with you in every aspect. He leans in for a soft, quicker kiss on the lips and savors the feeling of warmth he gets. “Dork.”, he whispers.
“Only for you.”
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ME TOO CLARI ME TOO my fav thing to do is making someone watch a film that i’ve enjoyed nd observe their reaction all the time hehehe i watch their reactions more than the actual movie pffft
moving onto ur fav film list, your fav film list made me SO happy!! i was so excited to see that most of them were films i’ve watched&wholeheartedly enjoyed ( ^ω^ ) FINALLY SOMEONE APPRECIATING THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS YES!! whenever i mention anderson everyone talks ab the grand budapest hotel so im so happy to see u enjoyed the royal tenenbaums 🥺 also omg u watched burning?!? isn’t it such an amazing film <3 also reservoir dogs and little women and spirited away and ahh i could go on and on forever ab ur list but this ask would be a whole essay so i’ll force myself to hold in cri cri
horror movies are so fascinating aren’t they!!! i love em sm too <3 ari aster n jordan peele r my fav favs when it comes to horror. +the shining and scream! i enjoyed the conjuring series as well :) wait can i drop u a rec, since u love horror i totally recommend a tale of two sisters by kim. one of my all time favs&i have a strong feeling u would love it too! that film has such beautiful cinematography as well (✿╹◡╹)
ahhh my fav films r like, all over the place cuz i don’t have a strong preference/taste, but some of my fav films (that aren’t mentioned above/in ur list) include jojo rabbit-waititi, the florida project-baker, dazed and confused-linklater, moonlight-jenkins, girl interrupted-mangold, your name-makoto, mid90s-hill, lady bird-gerwig, uncut gems-safdie and etc etc so many more but i feel like im oversharing hehehe i also love action movies too but that’s a whole different discussion ;)
honestly u can recommend me anything u want cuz my taste is all over the place like i said, but to narrow it down, hmmm 🤔 is there a movie that u think is a must-watch? or genre-wise, maybe horror/action/drama/coming of age!! love u so so much clari<33 how is tumblr allowing me to write this much huh -🐰
ehehehe okay i’m gonna answer under the cut because i knoooow i’m gonna ramble
RIGHT and like idek why i guess i just love sharing the things i love with the people i care about and observing how they feel about it???
AHAHAHA YESSSSS oh my gosh i love the royal tenenbaums so much!! like my favourite wes film is either fantastic mr fox or rushmore, but yes!! grand budapest is rly pretty tho and i think that’s why so many people gravitate towards it yk? I DID WATCH BURNING actually i was super lucky and got to watch it at TIFF before it ‘officially’ premiered + there was a lil q&a with the cast and director (w a translator ehehe) but it absolutely blew me away. i’m just in love with korean cinema as a whole. i have yet to watch a korean film that i don’t like!!
little women is just !!!!!!! i love greta so much and i can’t wait to see what else she creates; i just feel like greta is a woman director creating films FOR WOMEN. does that make sense??? well-known women directors are already so sparse, but there are some (ie bigelow) who create uhhhhhh films that cater more towards men and the masses??? and that’s not to say that bigelow isn’t a fantastic director, because she IS, but i really like sofia coppola and greta gerwig because their films are so feminine and focused on feminine issues and relationships that we really don’t see on widespread/popular screens (like at first run theatres ie multiplexes).
RESERVOIR DOGS AAAAAAAH listen listen i have A Thing for mr. blonde ehehehe yeah i really love quentin, as i mentioned. whenever someone says pulp fiction is his best film i really have to refrain from rolling my eyes, and i know that makes me sound like suuuuch a snob but like,,,,,,,,,, pulp fiction is his most popular film, not his best (in MY opinion!! since art is all personal opinion yk etc etc). and like i could go on forever about him, i love every single one of his films, i think he’s such a fantastic writer and just aaaaah <333333 love quentin’s work so so so much.
ARI ASTER AND JORDAN PEELE ARE FANTASTIC. i wrote an essay on get out and it was literally one of my favourite essays to write!! i’m really really really excited to see what both of them continue to create!! OOOOH I LOOKED IT UP AND YEAH IT LOOKS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY i will add it to the list n get back to you!!!
aaaaah ur taste!!! dw clearly my taste is all over the place too ahahaha i just love cinema so much, i’m always eager to watch new films and literally always feel overwhelmed with just how many i want to watch ehehehe. OH MY GOD YOUR NAME MADE ME SOB LIKE A BABY such a beautiful film!!!!!! loved it so so so much. eeeee i actually hate action movies ahahahaha 🙈🙈🙈
hmmm i’m gonna try n go with ‘must watch’ films just because i feel like i’ve already mentioned so many in most of those genres n you’ve already seen most of them, so!!
ladri di biciclette by de sica
masculin, feminin and pierrot le fou by godard
news from home by akerman (if you can find it, it can be a lil difficult to track down but if ur school has a decent film library/collection they should have it!!)
rome, open city by rossellini
in the mood for love by wong kar-wai
the 400 blows by truffaut
hotel by the river by hong sangsoo (i literally love this film so fucking much my gosh like another one we saw at TIFF one year and just !!!!!!!)
full metal jacket by kubrick
apocalypse now by coppola
bride of frankenstein by whale
nosferatu by murnau (honestly anything german expressionism is worth watching esp the cabinet of dr caligari and metropolis, too,, i just really love german expressionism lmaoooo)
peeping tom by powell
king kong (1933) by cooper + schoedsack
aaaah like tbh i’d be surprised if you didn’t know/watch these, too!! like, i feel like they’re fairly common in film programs but!!! recommending films to another film student is hard cause i’m sitting here like ‘well, they most likely know all of the american/hollywood ‘must watch’ films’, but then i’m all ‘but if they’re a film student, there’s a good chance they’ve watched these, too’ so aaaah idk i hope some of these are new to you, at least!!! i kinda just thought about my favourite cinema movements and picked a film or two from each ahahahaha
SORRY I WROTE U A MINI ESSAY LMAO JUST RAAAAMBLING but !!! i can’t wait to hear more about ur cinema adventures!!! lmk if you’ve seen any on the rec list omg omg and once again sorry it took me so long to finish answering this :((
#WHEW#literally i could talk forever about cinema i love it so much#i will not shut the fuck up LMAO#but yeah!!! aaaaah it's so great to have another film student to talk to on here!!!#if you've seen most of the films on that list then i can move onto horror + drama recs (if u want me to ofc!!)#anyway lmk!!!#i hope u had a wonderful day my lil bunny n i hope you're staying safe!! <33#🐰.anon#clari gets mail
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1, 2, 11, 20 for the writer ask meme!
it’s been a long time since i opened the inbox for an ask meme like this! thank you for asking
1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?
my current project is an original fantasy story that i’ve been sitting on (in drastically different forms) for about 11 years, and still not a single word is written lmao. the base concept is everyone can (theoretically) do magic, but the genetic/natural resistance to its extremely harmful side-effects is far rarer! i’m in love with the idea of this tantalising power that you can tap into but it will almost certainly be a death sentence. also, mommy issues
the setting is based on real-world bronze age to early medieval inspirations and is a big old cauldron for nerding out about every history period i studied these past three years of uni. progress is glacial, after literal years i thiiiiiink there might be the bare bones of a plot? idk i have a massive word document of info about the different societies and states, and i love my characters. just have to figure out something for them to do
2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project
not to be edgy but i’m really looking forward to writing unhealthy codependent relationships! all characters are of colour, like me, and mostly queer, and it’s like, with a big enough cast you can explore the stuff you wanna explore without being bad representation, you know? also bury your gays is out, resurrection is IN
i learned how to write by writing very Soft fanfic for properties where most characters are essentially good good children, and this current project isn’t GRIMDARK but is definitely harsher. not darker bc i think it’s a beautiful world with vibrant fashions and art and music! and also glowy ladies with telekinetic abilities cos i’m predictable
11. What do you envy in other writers?
inspiration and motivation lmao i’ve basically not written anything since starting university
20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
hehehe the magical imagery is meant to evoke nuclear power and radiation poisoning but i’m trying real hard not to hit you over the head with it
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approval
hi guys! i’m so sorry... this series is taking me forever to edit and perfect ahhh! i’ll try to post the next part of this series sometime this week (maybe friday~ ish)... okay well here you go, and i hope you have an amazing day :)
plot: jungkook gets your parents’ approval
genre: fluff
word count: 2286
(a/n): peep jungkook’s elephant moles... hehehe so so so cute !
He was pacing back and forth of his large closet, thinking of all the things that could go wrong.
What if they secretly don’t like me? What if they think i’m not good enough for her? What if they don’t give me their approval?
Just at the thought of disapproval, Jungkook sweat even more. His hands were becoming more and more clammy.
You and Jungkook have been dating for 3 years now and Jungkook had already made up his mind: he was ready to marry you. It’s not like he wasn’t ready before (in fact, he had already been seriously thinking about marrying you since the first year you guys started dating), but both of your busy schedules never allowed him to sit down and plan everything. And despite his hectic idol life, he knew that he was more ready to marry you now than he’ll ever be. He was committed to you. He loved you. And because he loved you, he needed to confront your parents first.
You guys had talked about marriage before but it was always in a lighthearted way-- not anything serious... at least in your eyes. Jungkook recalled a memory of your second anniversary when you walked along the Han River, holding hands, as you talked about your future together. He was trying to subtly get your insight about marriage and was trying to ask you questions in a “hypothetical manner” so that you wouldn’t think that he was being serious... and it worked... you had no clue.... and Jungkook got exactly what he wanted.
“(y/n)ah... how would you like to get proposed to?”
Jungkook was trying his best to be subtle... he didn’t want you to get freaked out and think that he was going to propose to you anytime soon.
“Ahaha well... when I was really little, I always imagined my proposal to be reallyyy romantic... and private. I don’t think I’d want to be proposed to in front of a crowd... I’d feel to pressured and I think I would be too embarrassed to appreciate the moment...” Note taken.
“And I mean... this is really cheesy but 10 year old (y/n) always dreamed of being proposed to on top of the Eiffel Tower during the nighttime... with a beautiful view of Paris in the background. I’d be staring off into the distance, enjoying the view... and when I turn around, I’d see him on one knee with a sparkling diamond ring in his palm, but at the same time... 10 year old (y/n) never thought about things realistically so I don’t think that would ever happen...” you rambled on by yourself while Jungkook admired your words.
“But now that I’m older, I’ve set more realistic expectations... like a complete surprise with bouquet of the prettiest pink and white flowers and some wine... hehehe... I know... my expectations have totally downgraded... but hey, it’s still pretty romantic.” At this point, you didn’t even care if Jungkook was paying attention or not... you were just having fun fantasizing about your imaginative proposal.
“But before any of that happens, he has to get my parents’ approval first. They’re so important to me and I love them so much... if he didn’t ask them for permission first and I found out... I would feel like I betrayed them,” you said in a more serious tone. Second note taken.
“But anyways... these are all hypotheticals anyways,” you said, trying to shift your focus away from the topic of proposals.
Jungkook listened intently and made sure to keep all of this information stored in his brain... he knew that it would be useful later...
And now that Jungkook was one step closer to asking you to marry him, he was beginning to recall of those memories again. He knew he had to ask you parents... he knew how important their approval was to you... and he especially didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable if he didn’t ask them for permission.
They’ll like me, right?
Jungkook has met them several times before, but for some reason... he was feeling more insecure with himself today. He had no idea what they would say and he didn’t want to mess anything up since he knew his heart would rot away if he didn’t marry you. You were too important to him. He’d never loved anyone more than you.
Jungkook continued to pace back and forth inside of his closet... trying to formulate the perfect outfit. He didn’t want to look too formal... so no tuxedo. But he also didn’t want to look too informal... they would think that he didn’t view this as important... so no jeans. After what seemed to be half an hour of concentrating on his outfit, he finally decided on wearing his dress pants with a loose white button up shirt. He sprayed his lightest-smelling cologne and touched up his hair so that it didn’t look like he just woke up.
5:00pm. It was time. Jungkook told your parents that he would be at their house by 6:00pm and have dinner with them. His hands couldn’t have been clammier than they already were.
He stared at this reflection in the full body mirror one last time to see if he had any imperfections, and when he couldn’t detect any, he went to his shoe rack to put on his cleanest shoes. Jungkook grabbed his keys and a bottle of water... he’d be needing it if he started to get sweaty and nervous again.
He let out one big sigh that had been building up since his nerves began, and headed out the door. Finally. The day has come. I’m one step closer to my goal. My future.
It took Jungkook 30 minutes to arrive at your parents’ house and another 20 minutes to get the courage to walk up to their door. This was the most anxious he had already felt.
He had already asked his members for their advice about a week ago when he first told them that he had bought a ring and that he was going to marry you... at least he hoped he would... he wouldn’t know until after this day was over.
“You’re gonna be fine Jungkook... they love you... they’re gonna say ‘yes,’” Namjoon said.
“Yeah Jungkook... you’re gonna be okay,” Jimin chimed in.
“Aww our maknae is all grown up... he’s getting married~” Jhope said.
Despite their reassurance, Jungkook was still doubtful. He didn’t know what to expect from your parents. Who knows? What if they never liked him from the start and they were just being nice to him without ever expecting him to marry you. They did always seem skeptical about his career... he had a feeling that they though that being an idol as someone’s main career was unstable and risky. Because he was an idol, he always thought they thought of him as incapable and not good enough for you. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
Jungkook closed his eyes. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. He reopened his eyes. This was it. He had nothing to lose.
Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.
Within a matter of seconds, your mom opened the door and welcomed Jungkook with a hearty smile. He bowed instantly and began to take off his shoes before entering the house. He always loved your mom... she reminded him of you...
“Oh Jungkook! You came! We haven’t seen you in such a long time~ come in, come in,” she said as she ushered him in.
“Wahhh~ Jungkook~ how did you get more handsome from the last time I saw you! I watched your new music video by the way! Bangtan, fighting!” she said merrily as she laughed by herself. Even her laugh reminded him of you...
Jungkook received the compliment your mother gave him and he took a seat on the sofa... he shook his legs as he waited for you father to appear. He never knew what your father thought of him... he was very protective of his one and only daughter...Jungkook was intimidated from the very beginning.
“HONEY!!! JUNGKOOK’S HERE! COME DOWNSTAIRS~” Your mom yelled so that your father was notified that Jungkook was here.
Phew... deep breaths Jungkook, deep breaths... In. Out.
His palms were sweating profusely. He wiped the sweat on his pants.
Jungkook could hear your father walking towards him from the hallway of the small home. Jungkook prepared himself for the worst and stood up to greet the man who would soon determine the course of his life with a simple “yes” or “no.”
“Nae~ annyeonghaseyo~” Jungkook gave him his 90 degree bow.
“Oh~ Jungkook~ nice to see you,” your father greeted him when he saw Jungkook.
“Come sit... you said you wanted to talk to us about something,” he said as he walked with your mother to his seat in the living room.
You rmother placed a bowl of fruit on the glass coffee table that was in front of the seats and Jungkook took a seat across from them. He wanted to seem as formal as possible... their approval was the only thing he needed right now...
“Yes, um...” Jungkook was fidgeting with his thumbs underneath the coffee table. “Um... well, I’ve been with your daughter for quite a long time...” He couldn’t believe he was doing this right now.
Your father put down his fork on top of his napkin and leaned back against his chair to concentrate on Jungkook’s words. He scrunched his nose in concentration and Jungkook didn’t know whether he was disliking his statement or not... well... there was no turning back now...
“And I love her very much... So much to the point where I’ve decided that I want to marry her... but I know how much you both mean to her so I came to ask for your permission for her hand in marriage.” Jungkook’s heart had never beat as fast as it had at that moment.
Your father and mother looked at each other and Jungkook’s couldn’t tell whether they were upset or excited... he needed to know... his heart was about to burst open... and the silence wasn’t helping either.
Please, please, please, please, please...
Your father looked into Jungkook’s eyes and saw pure desperation and nervousness. He knew that Jungkook loved you. If he didn’t love you... he wouldn’t look this desperate or worried... he knew that he was meant for you. He had seen it before... He saw when Jungkook hugged you from behind when you were feeling stressed about the project that your boss told you to finish earlier than the due date. He saw when Jungkook kissed your knee when you fell over and scraped it because you were wearing high heels. He saw when Jungkook would let you rest your head on his shoulder as you slowly drifted off into sleep. He saw when Jungkook stared deeply into your eyes and whispered “I love you” to your ear when you were fast asleep.
He saw all of this from a distance and he knew that Jungkook treated you like an angel. He knew that Jungkook loved you. He knew that he couldn’t ask for a better son-in-law.
Although your father never seemed to give any reactions towards Jungkook, he only did that to see if Jungkook would still want to be with you after seeing how emotionless he could be. And indeed, Jungkook had enough courage to still want to be with you.
“Jungkook...” your father looked at your mother as she gave him a small nod. “Of course... you have our full permission. Treat her well. She’s too precious to let go. We know how much you love her. And we also know how much she loves you...”
Jungkook lifted his eyes and didn’t know how to contain his happiness.
Did I hear that right? They gave me permission...
“I’m looking forward to the wedding, son,” your father said as he smiled.
“Yes sir... I promise,” Jungkook said firmly and smiled in glee. He couldn’t believe it. He got their permission-- what he wanted most in life. He was ecstatic.
“Do you have the ring with you?” your mother asked, curious to see what kind of ring he bought for you.
“Yes, I do, actually.” Jungkook reached into the front pocket on his pants and reached in to get the diamond ring that he bought a month ago from the most expensive jeweler that he could book.
“Oh my goodness~ look at the size of that diamond! (y/n)’s gonna love that,” your mom said as she continued to stare at the ring.
Jungkook had spent a pretty penny on the ring but he did not feel even the tiniest bit of regret... you deserved it and he loved you too much... he felt the urge to spoil you.
"I wish (y/n)’s father would have gotten me a ring like this~” your mother teased. “Why don’t you take a look at Jungkook and learn how to be more romantic for you wife,” your mother said as she shifted her attention towards your father.
“Hey! Your ring was just as nice as this... it was very expensive, you know that?” your father responded.
Jungkook couldn’t help but smile and laugh at their playful banter. He wanted you two to be like your parents in the future... loving, even after years and years of marriage.
“Okay well if that’s all settled then, let’s go eat... the food’s getting cold,” your mother said.
Everyone stood up from their seats and headed towards the dining table... I still can’t believe this is real... I’m gonna ask (y/n) to marry me.
#jungkook#jeon jungkook#bts jungkook#bts#fluff#bts fluff#kpop fluff#bts scenario#jungkook scenario#scenario#kpop
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writing meme: 5, 7, 19 and 21 please!
Thank you so much for these, Lisa! I appreciate it! :)
5- what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?
Like... the entirety of The Edgar Project? hehehe - Even though I written quite a bit of it, I’m probably going to start the whole thing over, or at least most of it anyway. It’s got structural issues among other things that need fixing. And yes, anything I’ve thought of for it recently hasn’t made its way into existence for the very reason of deep existential dread. I’m not actually one to just keep ideas in my head though - my IRL friends will tell you, I’ve got a really long note on my phone that’s just all my ramblings, whether its just character descriptions or little fics that I want for myself. I don’t share much (or any) of it, but things live there until I can think really deeply about them and clean them up and make them better.
7- tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write
So can I gush about my Oxford kids for a second?! (Just all of them - the ones for The Selby Roses, and yes I’m going to keep pushing this one down everyone’s throats because Lady Windermere’s Fan is a highly underrated play, even though don’t get me wrong, I love The Importance of Being Earnest too - which is the one that everyone seems to have read). But okay, so essentially these five iDiOts (I love them though) all went to Oxford together, got drunk one night after a performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and decided to make one of those clubs that just meets in the dead of night on the occasional Wednesday to talk about poetry over cigarettes and whiskey. Essentially, dark academia darlings. It’s been a joy to explore how these young men present themselves to the world versus how they really act when they’re emotionally vulnerable (or in the case of this play, in head-over-heels love). Arthur finds that he has a voice to say no, Alexander that he’s not nearly as charming as he thinks. Cecil discovers that he isn’t the smartest person in the room, George that his loneliness just might kill him, and little Henry isn’t as bad as he tries to be. I just... *sigh*... love five (5) idiots.
19- what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?
I’ve actually learned quite a bit about Victorian courtship practices during my research for The Selby Roses. For example, a man would typically give a potential lover perishable items (food, flowers) as a sign of affection if the two were not married, which is why roses work so well for this project. Anything nonperishable, (jewelry, books) were usually considered taboo.
Generally, I am a great deal concerned with research when I’m writing. I have an entire library of research books that I’ve been building up for my 1712 project, ranging in topics with everything from the reign of Louis XIV to French Baroque Music to The War of Spanish Succession to Principles of the Flute and Recorder. I still have yet to read them all, hopefully next summer I’ll get around to them. It’s also one of the biggest reasons why I hesitate from getting any progress in my writing - I don’t feel like I’m well versed enough in the history aspect of it. I’m slowly letting that go, but often times my research inspires me. That’s how my Thomas Beckett werewolf story got written - we were reading Murder in the Cathedral in AP Lit and studying werewolves in my special topics class, and I blended the two of them together.
21- BIG ask: what do you think is the most important component of a good story?
Yikes, that is a big ask >-
#thank you so much for this lisa!#i appreciate you so much#thank you for all of your lovely asks#they keep me going#these were extraordinary fun#ask me about my writing#writing#writing asks#nuingiliath
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end of the day [kth]
PAIRING: kim taehyung x reader
WARNINGS: idol!au; just pure fluffffff (for once i’m not writing angst huhu)
WORD COUNT: 1.0 k
A/N: yesterday was a quite bad day for me as i fell during work and hurt myself so i decided to write a fluff to cheer myself and hopefully all of you all up as well ♡ hope you are all doing super well, heheh sending you all my love, moon and stars. Enjoy! ♡
If Taehyung were to choose his favourite time of the day, he’d undoubtedly blurt out 2:18 a.m..
2.18 a.m., when the moon hangs proudly on the night sky and the stars shyly hide behind the clouds, peeking at the sleeping city below. Where the roads are left deserted, with the occasional car zooming past and the only friend to the rare passersby were the 24 hour convenience stores with bright neon signs and the yellow street lights which glowed onto the dull asphalt.
And with the moon and the stars being the only audience, there was undoubtedly not a need to worry about a single thing, which was amongst one of the reasons why Taehyung loved this time the most, but why 2:18 a.m. grew on him, wasn’t just due to the peace and quiet he got from it, but because it was the only time where he didn’t have to live under the blinding lights of cameras and with the eyes of millions on him as he didn’t have to be V, member of worldwide sensation BTS or Kim Taehyung, an award winning actor.
No; because at 2:18 a.m, he could just be Kim Taehyung, an ordinary 23 year old from Geochang.
At 2:18 a.m., he was just be a grandson to his grandparents, a son to his parents, a brother to his siblings and members, a father to yeontan, a dancer, a singer, a worker in the entertainment business, an avid anime fan…. But most importantly, at 2:18 a.m, he’s a lover.
Your lover.
Your lover who currently lays beside you, with your head resting on his arm and your fingers slowly dancing across his chest, you couldn’t help but send a prayer to the heavens for this little blessing right here: him dressed in his favourite silk pyjamas, barefaced with dishevel, messy hair running in all directions, humming along to the LANY song playing from the radio; and you swear there and then that this was your favourite sight in the entire universe.
His hand which lie lazily upon your head, is softly patting along to the beat of the song, and as if your hair were the piano keys, his fingers glided through the blacks and whites and tapped gently, earning a satisfied hum from you and he finally allows his fingers to take flight and find their way into your hair, landing on your scalp after a while and he lets his fingers do all the magic work: massaging, scratching, and tapping, treating it for holding up his precious girl’s hair for the entire day.
Closing your eyes, you savour this moment you wish to keep forever: him right there, yours, completely yours, smelling of fresh soap and with damp hair after showering minutes ago from practice. All the while both of your heart beats slowly begin to tune into the same frequency, both finally feeling at ease, now no longer drumming to the absence of one another.
You giggle out in bliss when you feel his touch dance its way down to your neck, then to your arm, your hand and finally to your hip bone where it finds its sanctuary, staying there, just listening to you talk about your day. Never once taking his eyes off of you as you rambled along about everything and anything you could put your mind onto.
ahhh the project i’m currently working on is going to kill me, tae
omg, the burger i had for lunch today was absolutely amazing, we definitely have to go try it out together one day, maybe after your comeback.
I face-timed with my best friend today, she’s doing really well and apparently...
oh! did you know they increased the price for tissue paper by a dollar? a whole dollar, babe!
And throughout the conversation, despite him being completely and utterly exhausted, he’d still let out bits of his input and a joke from time to time, which leads both of you into laughter. However, it wasn’t just any laugh, for it was a far cry from those laughs you both would let out when watching a funny movie, or the laughter you’d share with your friends over a drink or the ones when those ‘remember when...’ scenarios are brought out. For this laugh was far different, for it was the laugh that both of you saved just for each other, the one that’s vulnerable and soft and sweet.
Your own laughter.
He’d soon wrap both his arms around you as the conversation dies down, slowly engulfing you into his embrace, and you’d soon find your head buried into his chest where he’ll begin giving you three long, tender squeezes: the same ones you’d both do to each other’s hand when you wanted to say ‘i love you’ in public. And so you whisper, softly under your breath but loud enough for him to hear: ‘i love you too, taehyung...’ ,planting a kiss on his chest, ‘more than you know’
Slowly, when you’d start to feel his hold to loosen slightly, finally allowing you to inhale normally, you find yourself pulling back, staring back at the pair of big brown orbs looking back at you with a bright glint in them. So, you’d run the back of your thumb across his eyelids, mumble out a ‘rest’ and prop yourself up using one arm as trace your way across his forehead, stopping by to draw a heart by his cheeks with your fingertips, fondle with his earlobes, kiss his jawline as he sings softly under his breath, and stroke the slant of his nose and place a peck on it.
But when you do, you’d find him wide awake, staring back at you with loving eyes, a whisper leaving his lips which soon finds yours, trapping them in a kiss that liquefies from light to deep and then back to light. He kissed you as if the world was going to fall away and as if the universe depended on it; It was slow, soft and comforting in ways that words cannot begin to describe. And as one of his hands rests behind you ear, and the other gently caressing your cheek, you could feel shivers running down your spine, and the insides of your stomach exploding in butterflies, hence, you find yourself pulling him closer until there was no space left between; so close you could feel and listen to the beating of his heart against your chest, clear as day.
But it wasn’t near as loud the words he had whispered just minutes before which you were continuously replaying inside your head:“You, you're the only one that I want at the end of the day”
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