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virgil-thane · 9 months

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@moonsxmagic || [ meme ] For Virgil, FEL

"Oh, hey! I love getting mail, hope it's coupons!"

F ─ First time. How was their first time together ? Was any of them nervous ? Did it live up to their expectations ?

"How could anyone forget their first time with this babe? Respectfully, of course! Wouldn't want to get on Nolan's bad side... at least for now." "Anyways, I'll be the first to admit it. I'm a slut. There's been a lot of men between Felix and Cyrus, and I slept with a lot of men also. Heh, do you get it? But I also care a lot for my friends and Felix is one of my best friends, I can't deny him that. I also couldn't deny that I enjoy getting a rise out the little man. I guess I did more than give him a rise since we ended up fucking after that." "I'm not usually one to kiss and tell, but my first time with Felix was pretty hot. I remember trying to be very gentle with him, but I don't think the same courtesy was extended. Felt like Felix was on a mission and I wasn't about to deny him that either. Speaking of things extending."

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ? Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ? Any experiments gone wrong?

"I love a little experimenting with playmates of mine, makes me feel like a true man of science. We've definitely experimented after a couple of times, especially with breeding." "As a fellow omega, I can understand how having a breeding kink might be a bit... um... difficult... to satisfy without a possible pregnancy." "Good thing I'm an omega babey~!" "I tend to let Felix take the lead in what kinks we experiment with. And not to take too much credit, but I keep us safe and satisfied. Although there was that one time we both showed up as the maid."

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie ?What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest ? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in ( like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc… ) ?Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them?

"I think I'll only speak for myself for this one." "I enjoy wearing lingerie, kind of hard to find stuff in my size because I'm so BIG and TALL and SWOLE!! Nothing a visit to the Right Spot can't fix. #notsponsored... yet. But if it's what Felix wants, he'll get it these BUNS OF STEEL wrapped in lingerie." "Seeing my playmates in lingerie makes me happy. Seeing them in sweatpants makes me happy too. But seeing them with nothing makes me happier. Although, Felix looks really good in a uniform. Or maybe I just have a uniform fetish?" "A guy like me just kinda likes the effort and creativity even though it's not mandatory, y'know?"

#asks #moonsxmagic #( thanks for the ask! n.n )#convo:felix&virgil

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farfarawayinthelandof · 3 years

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Hi! I saw you don’t have any miraculous stuff yet. Can I request a Marinette x f! reader. Reader is new to the school and quickly becomes her friend and Marinette doesn’t know how to react when she finds out reader has a crush on her. She realizes that she fell for reader while she was hanging out with Adrian. Please.

MARINETTE X FEM!READER ONESHOT

Thank you so much for your request(s)! I absolutely love this one.

fem!reader

warnings: none!

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As the students of Francoise Dupont got into the routine of the new school year, there was a last minute transfer. That transfer being you, Y/N. You were full of excitement and nerves to finally be starting at a new school, thrilled to meet new friends, but also nervous, for fear of being left out. Your fears has faded away, however, when you met your new classmates, especially her.

Her being Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the class president tasked with showing you around for the day. She had a creative and talented personality, and a helping attitude, and every task, favor, and assignment never seemed to be a problem, or worry for her. You weren't sure if you wanted to be her, or with her.

By lunchtime, you had figured you wanted to be with her. You had also figured that half the class felt the same way, how could they not?

As you walked to the restroom at the end of lunch with Alya and Rose, about a week after you had first been introduced, they struck up a conversation about Marinette.

"You and Marinette are getting close? Should I have to watch my back so you don't replace me as her BFF?" Alya asks, with a light tone. Rose laughs.

You inhale sharply. "No! No, it's not like that! I would never! I-"

"Girl, relax." Alya laughs. You ease up a little bit. "I'm just teasing you. All the girls in our class are tight."

"Oh! That's nice to hear! I hope we can all be great friends."

Rose and Alya nod. "But anyway, about Marinette. You like her, don't you?" Rose asks.

'Was it that obvious?' You think woefully.

"I guess. But I know she likes Adrien." There was no point in hiding it. You trusted the two girls, and it was just a little crush.

Rose opens the door to the bathroom, holding it for you and Alya. As you thank the blonde, Alya speaks up. "I what it feels like to like someone who doesn't like you back. Nino used to have a crush on Marinette. Come to think of it, pretty much everyone in our class has had a crush on her at one point or another." Rose nods, laughing as she sprays some perfume on herself.

"Adrien?" You ask.

"That boy is absolutely clueless. His skull is *ahem* very thick. He's so dumb, for someone so smart." Alya says.

Rose agrees thoughtfully.

After your conversation with Alya and Rose, you return to your seat with newfound hope. Marinette must know Adrien is hopeless. Feeling bold, you come up with a plan.

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Marinette had only known you for a few weeks, however, she had already felt a connection with you. She was really looking forward to becoming better friends.

On another note, Marinette had also made plans with Adrien later in the day. She had been looking forward to this project ever since she had been paired up with the young model.

Stopping at her locker, she noticed you walking towards her. You looked nervous. Had you forgotten your locker combination?

“Hey Marinette!” You said, voice masking the uncertainty you felt.

Marinette smiled, turning her attention towards you. “Hi, Y/N!”

“So, um… I was wondering - and I know this might be sudden - but I was wondering if you wanted to go out… together?”

To say Marinette had been taken aback would be an understatement. And while she liked the forwardness, Marinette had to turn you down. Who knows what could happen with Adrien tonight, even if he’s a bit clueless?

“Y/N. Listen, I… Uh, appreciate-”

You sigh. “Let me stop you right there. I understand. Hopefully we can still be good friends.”

Marinette sighed in relief. “Yeah, friends!”

You nodded towards Marinette, signaling goodbye. Well, you tried, right? And they say you miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take.

The ravenette couldn’t help but feel guilty as she walked to Adrien. Why were you the only thing going through her mind when Adrien was right there?

This question had repeated itself throughout Marinette’s head all afternoon.

Until she realized.

Marinette felt a connection with you she never had with anyone else. It was a deep admiration, but not putting you on a pedestal, no. She saw you as real, and attainable. Unlike Adrien.

“Hey, earth to Marinette! You look a bit pale..” Adrien says, confused.

“Heh, sorry Adrien.” How was she supposed to face you tomorrow? Somehow, Marinette knew she blew it.

‘Oh, I’m no good at love!’ Thought Marinette, woefully.

The next day, you greeted Marinette as usual. But she couldn’t help but want more. And you couldn’t, either. But what were you two to do? Wasn’t any chance you two would ever be together destroyed?

After school, it had begun to rain. You sighed in defeat. You didn’t have an umbrella, and your parent(s) were at work. There was no one to help you. You tried to ask Alya or Nino for a ride, but they already left before you could.

Damn.

“Hey, Y/N?” Said a timid voice.

You turned to find Marinette, sheltered by the school’s roof, standing behind you.

“Hi, Marinette!” You say cheerfully. You are doing your best to make sure that your confession doesn’t get in the way between you two.

“If you don’t have an umbrella, you can use mine” She said, smiling nervously.

“Oh no, I couldn’t. My parent(s) will be off soon, I can wait for them.”

“Please… or at least walk back to my house until you can get picked up.”

You struggle for a bit. That did sound like a good deal. Plus, you could show Marinette that you could be friends and not make it weird.

“Alright,” you say.

“Perfect!”

You and Marinette begin walking to her house, talking about all sorts of things, like new video games, the best ways to bake cookies, and current fashion trends. The conversation flows naturally, never leaving an awkward moment between the two of you.

Marinette now knew 100% that it was you, not Adrien that she liked. Everything with him felt forced, but with you, it was all natural, and so fun.

You both walked into the bakery, Marinette holding the door out for you while you walked in. You greeted Marinette’s parents having already met Tom at a school function.

Marinette walks you to her room where you both spend the afternoon playing video games and procrastinating homework.

It gets a little quiet after Marinette wins the match for the hundredth time, and she looks over to you.

“I’m… sorry. I hope my rejection didn’t make things awkward for us.”

You smiled, albeit fake, reassuringly. “No, no! It’s totally fine.” Not really sure what else to say, you stop there.

Marinette looks down at her hands. “The thing is, yesterday… when I was at Adrien’s house, I realized that I…”

Your internal dialogue was going crazy. ‘Oh my gosh, does she not want to be friends?! Doesn’t she want to be more than friends?! Please, spill it out!’

“… I really like you” Marinette finished.

Your head spins suddenly to face Marinette, giving you whiplash. You cannot believe what you just heard.

“You… do?” To be honest, you weren’t even 100% sure she liked girls.

Marinette nods.

But now… everything has changed. You smile to yourself.

“Cool”

“Cool?!”

“Yeah,” You say. “Let’s go out. Right now.”

“Right now?!”

“Yes!”

Grabbing your shoes in coat, with Marinette en suite, she grabs the black umbrella, and you both bid goodbye to her parents.

“Alright, where to first?” You ask her, laughing.

“I think I know just the place.”

“Well then, please,” you gesture your hand out to her. She grabs it. “Lead the way.”

I tried to not make this too long/dialogue heavy. I hope you liked it!

no beta, we're dying like men

#mlb x reader #miraculous ladybug x reader #marinette x reader #reader insert #oneshot #fluff #angst with a happy ending #x reader #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug

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shelli-gator · 3 years

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Hey I'm going through a rough time righ now, do u have any cute Panchulien hc's or scenarios that might cheer me up?

I love the content u create 4 them lmao

So I wrote you this <3 I hope you like it! One of my fav and earliest scenarios for them was Julien painting something for Pancho, and Pancho just -thrives- off seeing Julien happy about it. And also that the king would give him something.

Also, Julien totally deserved more support for his art than he got. I know Pancho was one of the people who gagged at his art, but I don’t think he actually knew it was his. And I do what I want. I can see Pancho humoring him to make him happy.

This also leads into a Valentines fic I have to still write for them fffff. But I’ll get to that xD. Anyway I hope you like this, and I hope you feel better! I’m here with more content/a ear to listen if you need it. :)

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"Pancho, my man!"

His ears prick at the sound of his name, and the crowned lemur sits up on the rock where he's been lazily whiling the afternoon away in the shade, scratching at his chest absently.

King Julien trots up to meet him, wearing a decidedly keen smile with his paws tightly held around a length of canvas. The shade of the palms and fronds above them paints him in the subtlest shades of green, gold eyes gleaming with excitement even in the half light.

"Julio!" He throws a lopsided grin back at him, enjoying the way Julien seems to practically vibrate with glee at the use of his nickname, his ringed tail swishing and twitching, "What do ya need?"

"So," Julien starts off, trying and failing to maintain some composure, "I heard you're a, what, art collector-"

"Who told you that?!" Pancho barks, instantly on edge as he sits up a little straighter in his alarm, "Was it Horst? That friggin' rat! I'll kill him!"

"Hey! Relax man! You're totally killing my vibe." Julien scolds him before waving a paw dismissively, "And no it wasn't Horst. What's the big deals about it anyway?"

"Oh," Pancho deflates sheepishly, and he looks about awkwardly, rubbing his arm, "Er, n-no reason. Yeah I totally dig art. So, um, what about it?"

Julien perks up again, leaning in abruptly with his canvas, and Pancho grunts in surprise as he finds his space so suddenly invaded, "Well, as a collector of the fine arts, no collection is complete without a KJ original piece! I have made you this to grace your collection!"

He thrusts the canvas upon him with a clumsy air of pomp, and Pancho blinks hard, thoroughly staggered, "You made me this?"

"Of course! It is birthed from my creative juices!"

Pancho makes a face at that, but he turns the canvas around to get a look at it, and his eyes widen, a strangled yelp of surprise escaping him.

For one, it's very... vivid, rays and bursts of orange, red and yellow radiating outwards from what looks to be an abstract character of… himself? He can only guess it's him, from the black crown and the ragged tooth smile he's got on his face.

The tentacles however? That's different, unless he suddenly sprouted them without him realizing it. They seem to be coming from his back. Wielding dynamite.

And is the canvas burnt around the edges?

Julien shifts on the spot, and Pancho looks over the rim of the canvas to see the King actually looking genuinely anxious, his tail curled around himself, “So, heh, what do you think? I used up all my orange paint for this one!”

If it had been literally anyone else, or perhaps another time, he might have put his nose up to such a thing. But all he can think about is that Julien made him this. That he cares about what he thinks of it. That the King would take time out of his day to make him something.

As if he hasn’t given him so much already.

Pancho clears his throat, his lungs burning in his chest in the most agonizing and delightful way. Julien hangs on his response, his heart in his eyes as his gaze flicks over Pancho’s features, trying to read his response.

And when Julien’s ears slowly start to droop Pancho quickly pulls himself together, trying to throw together some coherent response, “Aw, I like it! Like a lot! It speaks to ya, know what I’m sayin’?”

Julien gasps dramatically, his pupils the size of dinner plates. He squeals happily to himself, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, “You mean that?! You like it? You really really like it?!”

“Heck yeah I do, what do I look like, some classless backwoods hack?”

“I’m not gonna answer that.”

“Did ya burn these edges?” Pancho presses, and he runs a finger over it, watching as the pad of his finger comes away black, burnt flakes coming off in places. He sniffs it for good measure, and Julien’s ears twitch adorably, betraying his interest.

“Yeah! Is that- is that good?”

“Oh yeah, like a mixed media piece, maybe some… er, abstract expressionism? Evokes all the senses!”

Julien is practically vibrating, and Pancho grins at him, enjoying seeing the King thrive off his praise. And then the ringtail hops up onto the rock beside him, scooting in eagerly to sit beside him with a giddy grin, “Yes! And there I was, hehe, worried you wouldn’t like it! How ridiculous is that?!”

Pancho snorts, resting the canvas on one knee while his arm rests atop it, trying to ignore the way his heart thumps! pointedly in his chest as Julien’s knee brushes against his own, “Wouldn’t dream of it, your Majesty.”

Julien sways on his perch beside him, still practically glowing, “I’ll make you something else, too! Ya know, to like, double the worth of your collection. Least I could do for my peeps.”

“Uh-huh,” Pancho chuckles dryly, rolling his eyes up towards him, “Thanks, Julio.”

They sit in comfortable silence for a beat, enjoying each other’s company and the filtered sunlight streaming in through the canopy. Pancho indulges himself, watching how it plays across the silvery fur on Julien’s stomach. He commits the feeling of Julien’s knee against his own to memory, hyper aware of every shift in Julien’s movement that he feels against his leg.

Finally he arches a brow at him, grinning playfully, “I gotta ask though. What’s with the tentacles?”

Julien giggles before waving his paw, rolling his shoulders with a smirk, “Consider it my artistic signature. And also, I really dig the tentacles. Imagine what you could do with those!”

“Yeah, I could steal, like, a bunch of stuff at once! More loot, baby!”

“Exactly!”

#asks #lovely anon #ahkj #all hail king julien #king julien #ahkj pancho #panchulien #drabbles #I love them so much #SEROTONIN TO MY BRAINY PARTS #thank you for the ask!#<3 #Hope you feel better!

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wydmariana · 4 years

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hi my loves ! ur fav big mess dani here , i also play our hailey fc alanna heh ! i’m bringing back my bbyg mariana ! she’s my original wealthy character & i’ve had her for like over 3 years , i’m super excited 2 be playing her again & i hope u guys rly like her !!! i’m gonna put all the tea on her under the cut & if u wanna plot like this & i’ll come bug u , i rly always need connections n love plotting ♡ u can also hmu on discord !! @ 𝒎𝒈𝒌'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 .#1958

new york’s very own mariana cavello was spotted on broadway street in christian louboutins . your resemblance to selena gomez is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty fourth birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being stubborn , but also adroit . i guess being a gemini explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be lyrics scribbled in a notebook , gold jewelry , & blue nail polish . ( i defeaned a girl in a fight when i was 17 ) & ( cisfemale & she/her ) + ( dani , 20 , she/her , est . )

╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 :

full name: mariana marisol cavello

nickname(s): mari,

age: twenty four

date of birth: june 4th

hometown: new york city

current location: upper east side, new york city

ethnicity: half mexican

nationality: american

gender: cisfemale

pronouns: she/her

parents names: alexander hastings, liliana cavello

orientation: pansexual but she doesn’t like labels

religion: grew up catholic, undecided

political affiliation: democrat

occupation: singer/songwriter

living arrangements: lives in her own mansion in the upper east side

language(s) spoken: english, spanish

accent: american

face claim: selena gomez

hair colour: x (most basic/accurate/but it changes)

eye colour: brown

height: 5″5

weight: 113lbs

build: petite

tattoos: mostly selena’s canon, but x instead of the music note

piercings: x (both ears)

drugs/alcohol/sex: yes/yes/yes

pets: one cat, 5 years old, named sergio - x

astrological chart : gemini sun , libra moon , scorpio rising

character inspo : meredith grey ( grey’s anatomy ) , simone davis ( star ) , alyssa ( the end of the fucking world ) , carla ( elite ) , kat stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ) , serena vanderwoodsen ( gossip girl ) , jessica davis ( 13 reasons why )

pinterest board : here .

╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡ 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 & 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 ( tw : abuse , violence , injury , sexual assault . ) :

ok i changed her around quite a lil bit so i’m excited to rEdevelop ! :~)

mariana was born into a seemingly perfect family , her older brother & her having been born heirs to alexander hastings , billionaire hotel & business entrepreneur , shark-tank cast member ( think kevin o’leary vibes .. yeah . ) & liliana cavello , legendary supermodel ( think cindy crawford )

she was spoiled bc they were rich af , so like she never NEEDED for anything , except LoVe :)

mari was quick to blow her dad’s money but did he notice ? no

she still is kjdfnsjdf

mariana was a happy child, but growing up in a household with her father quickly became toxic

she started noticing it when she was around 10

his yelling , his anger against her mother , the hostility towards the entire household

the relationship between her parents always had been toxic but now that they had kids it was quick to spread through the whole household

as mariana grew older and started high school , there were times where she would sit in one of the offices of her father’s buildings and do homework while she waited for him to finish so they could go home

at the mere age of fifteen was the first time one of her father’s co-workers sexually assaulted her in an empty conference room after everyone else went home & she’d be waiting for her dad

this continued for a little under 2 years .

this is when her behaviour at school started to get out of hand, she’d start skipping class, get caught smoking pot, talking back to teachers, etc

it went on for months & mariana suspected that her father knew and wasn’t doing anything to stop it

when she turned 16 & got a boyfriend , it started affecting her even more . she was struggling w being intimate bc of these things that were happening to her

which is when she eventually confronted him about it , in tears , in the kitchen with her mother

it resulted in a screaming match

mariana’s behaviour completely went off the rails after that day & she went to school one day & got into a fight with this girl who was taunting her

they fought and mariana’s anger got the best of her & she ended up beating the girl so bad that she became deaf in one ear

shoutout to degrassi for the idea Ok female sean cameron in the house

( i needed a secret for mari n i was watching this so i was like .. ok why not lol )

she turned 17 shortly after this argument and by some miracle ( aka money ) her dad was able to keep her out of juvie despite the charges that were brought against her

this is mariana’s secret!!!!!

anyway now , she doesn’t talk to her father really , at all . unless her mom ambushes them into the same room which sometimes happens jkfnsf

mariana moved out on her 18th birthday , still has a good relationship with her mom and brother & extended family

when mariana turned 18 was also when she started her career !! she started out as an actor in a few different movies

she got her big break when she starred in a ‘riverdale or like , grey’s anatomy’ type of show a few years ago prob when she was about 19

and that went on for 2 or 3 seasons before she stopped it to pursue music bc !

writing and singing and performing have always been Mariana’s passions & emotional outlet

anyway , she dropped a single while on the show & it did well so she proceeded to drop an album which also blew up

she is now rly successful w her music career and loves it sm , like it’s literally her dream come true ok

it’s the one thing that makes her happy

so yah , if ppl knew she deafened a girl totally wouldn’t b all sunshine n rainbows :/ hehe .

╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡ 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 ( tw : drugs ) :

mariana is very lowkey crazy

like she knows how to hide it but girl , it’ll come out

she can definitely be a brat , she wasn’t raised with proper consequences & often thinks she can do whatever she wants , has a bit of an attitude about it

she hates being told what to do

and will voice her opinion

she is also the most loyal & loving person you know , but the thing is it’s very hidden deep down rn . she is completely walls up , doesn’t wanna let anyone get close to her bc she’s a PUSSY

and like , she hasn’t worked through her trauma & probably never will

the only opening up she does is when she’s writing music

daddy issues galore over here

but she’s a lowkey softie when she waants 2 be

when she loves someone she loves fiercly !!

mariana . is a . party . animal

it’s basically all she does

like every night , her stamina is insane bc she can go out every single night until 3 am if she really wants to .

and she’s fun too , if she’s going out she’s getting WASTED

she’s the type of drunk girl to make out w all her friends

she loves cocaine, is most definitely an addict ( but who isn’t in this city ), tequila is her alcohol of choice, but she’ll drink anything you give her & weed is her creative saving grace

we luv a bitch who doesn’t care abt her health !

u will most likely find her in sweatpants and a hoodie or a big tshirt

she will dress up to go out & luvs lookin cute for paparazzi & career stuff

um , she listens to a lot of rap and just lays in bed w her cat smoking blunts

um n ya .. sad bitch vibes :/

╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡ 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 :

i have a wanted connections page here & a wanted tag here !!! i need & want every connection so pls hmu ! like this & i’ll come to you .

#wealthyhq:intro #omg <333 #come plot w me pls

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1358456 · 4 years

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Review Response, July 5-11, 2020

Another week!

Destiny #022

1) You know this entire time, I hadn’t cried once, because I’m not really much of a crier, but goddamn that hurt. I very nearly cried at Y’s death... that’s just brutal. I was so happy too, that they’d finally found each other. But I knew something was wrong from the time it said that he couldn’t hear her. A dexholder on high alert would definitely have heard that call. Anyways, perhaps if she’d’ve died knowing that he loved her, it wouldn’t have been so bad. But of course, that is not what happened. I imagine that the next thing that will happen is X will either somehow find the dexholders (whether they find him or he finds them idk) confess and become more of a recluse than ever with much pity from the others and then when they fight Peter again, X will turn against them and yada yada, or Peter will take him now and do whatever. Pretty vague, but that’s the current grip I have on the situation. Seeing as how Diamond almost killed Platinum in the same manner, one can assume that he was also aware of him killing Platinum. At least before you had the reassurance (although it’s not much) that Diamond wouldn’t be conscious of his doing, but he probably is. At least we were spared of the narrative. How ironic, Diamond doing the exact thing he wasn’t meant to do for Platinum. He was supposed to protect her with his life, instead he took away her life. This Zygarde really knows how to make a good tragedy, huh. Makes you wonder what he does in his free time. But despite her dying, Y was really proficient this chapter. Like, the fight with Diamond had you thinking, “Go girl! Kick his butt!” Because itself was the most fun (?) to read so far, for some reason. However short it was, it was very creative and for once Y was on top of her game and practically saved the day. But you and I both know that didn’t lasts very long. Oh well, at least we got to see Yellow.

Oho, didn’t cry, eh? Hehe. Maybe you should read SA after this. Given your pairing preferences, I think that one would hit you a lot harder. I’m fairly sure that Y’s fate in this chapter didn’t get as much of a reaction because the Generation VI cast was still fairly new at the time.

Well, the mind control victims should be vaguely aware of what’s happening from time to time, when the control slips a bit. Hehe. What Zygarde is doing in its free time... Um... is Zygarde the one writing the story? Hehe. I will say. While in recent couple of years, I’ve been happy overall and always will be, but back when Destiny plans were created... those were dark times.

Hehe. Y’s really awesome in fighting situations, eh? I suppose more of that is to come in Legacy. But in Destiny... well... cut short. ... Oh yeah, Yellow exists too. Hehe.

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Destiny #023

1) Whoa. Just... whoa. I had no Idea that Yveltal could bring people back from the dead. Should I be fearing a zombie apocalypse? Ok haha enough jokes. I admit, I feel a sliver of hope. If Y’s was resurrected, could she live the rest of her life happily? But somehow I don’t think that will happen. I don’t know how Yveltal’s powers work, but if Yveltal goes down, wouldn’t Y also? And she’s under Yveltal’s control anyways, once she finds out about what she’s going to do I don’t think she’ll ever forgive herself. And of course, those who die cannot live life with the living again. It is how the world works and it is what’s right. But I don’t know how Y’s morals work, so it’s possible she may take the “try my best to live now that I’ve been given a chance” approach. Well, it’s a little too early to speculate now. I’m sure I’ll know more in the next chapters anyway. But something I do know now? Blue’s back! I did not think it’d be this soon honestly. I thought it’d take her a little longer. That makes me a little proud now. It seems like she’s willing to make up with Green. Ahhhhh what a relief. I’m confident that she’ll be a great asset to the rapidly diminishing team. That’s a bit of a depressing note. How many dexholders have been brainwashed now? Ruby, Sapphire it seems, Diamond, X (though it seems like maybe he can fight back a little?), and technically Blue (but Blue really can fight back). That’s a lot... and there’s no doubt that more will be brainwashed. How will the final battle look like? Will the other dexholders be able to break the hold on their minds? Somehow I don’t think so. But at least I can be reassured by the fact that the heroes always win. Slightly. Your powers of writing may not take that route haha. But I’m pretty sure they will. Speaking of the brainwashing, I allowed myself a moment to believe that Ruby could hear what Sapphire was saying. And would, you know, maybe snap out of it. But actually, thinking back on the past few chapters, that would be the case, wouldn’t it? That Ruby could hear her. And although it was heartbreaking for Ruby to betray her like all the other female dexholders (it really has been all female... poor gals) it’s at least comforting that he heard. Why else would he say her name? I don’t think Zygarde would make him. So maybe it IS possible for the other dexholders to break the brainwashing, little by little. But then again Zygarde seems to want the angst on max, so I’m not sure.

Hehe. I recall saying that there would be no revivals from Xerneas. But I never said anything about reanimating the dead. “Loophole”! I figured, Xerneas and Yveltal are polar opposites. Xerneas promotes life, Yveltal promotes destruction. So... it’s a plausible idea to give Xerneas control over life, and Yveltal over death. At least it makes more sense than Zygarde with Neural Para... mind control.

For Blue, she lost all will to do anything when Silver died. And while she wanders, discovering Y’s death, especially after all that happened in the cave, would’ve shocked her into action. And sure enough, it has! Rapidly diminishing team... well, that’s because there were far too many to begin with. So... thin out the numbers without killing all of them, with temporary incapacitation, mind control, etc.

Well, at this point in time... Ruby is not in Zygarde’s control anymore. Hehehe... Come to think of it, it is the girls who are mostly being betrayed by their mind controlled loved ones. But... that’s more chance than anything, really. Hehe. Angst on max... Like I said, those were dark times. And darker times are ahead, given what happened in 2016. Though I don’t recall actually writing anything in that time.

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Destiny #024

1) To be honest, I don’t have a lot to say. I think it happens every now and then when you just need more of the story to really get a grip on it, you know? But I will say, I hadn’t thought before about them not fighting Peter. At least I don’t think I’ve thought of it before. Clearly he’s too overpowered. They’re simply not going to win no matter what against him. So they take it to Zygarde. I’m not sure how of course. But I assume it has something to do with Sabrina... that and maybe the other legendaries. Fight fire with fire, no? It might work. But that’s all I really got. Never was the idea man unfortunately...

Heh. It’s a basic tactic, really. You don’t HAVE to run up a ramp into tanks and you don’t HAVE to go find an enemy that’s stronger than you and hope it goes differently this time around. Just go around. Of course, the Dex Holders don’t have the necessary information to do that right now. So until then, avoid contact and muster for battle!

#qna

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Little Sister, pt 2

I’m so glad so many of you are perverts too <3

so, you should assume this is going to be very fucked up in a non-violent sort of way. take care of yourselves and don’t read if sexual manipulation of a minor bothers you (heh)

Part 1

After they drop her suitcase off in the guest room, Tony shows her around the penthouse with big, emphatic gestures and a hand on her at all times. He’s so sexy...the way that he smiles, and the thick musculature of his arms and shoulders.

After he shows her around, Tony looks at his watch and says, “I need to head down to the workshop for a while - not sure when I’ll be back. Feel free to order dinner if you get hungry, I left a credit card on the counter.”

Petra really didn’t expect for him to leave right away, given everything, but she’s also kind of relieved to have some time apart. She unpacks her stuff and checks out the guest room where she’ll be staying.

She uses the afternoon to snoop around the penthouse, looking in drawers and opening cabinets, his streaming history and his music collection.

It’s around seven at night when she decides to order dinner. Then she has 30 minutes to kill. There’s only one room she hasn’t gone into - the master suite. The door is closed and Tony hadn’t taken her in there, just showed her where he slept before they moved onto the game room.

Now Petra opens the door and wanders inside, feeling like she’s doing something wrong, but also excited.

It’s as clean as the rest of the place - Tony clearly has housekeeping service - but there are articles of casual clothing strewn around on the floor. She snoops in the closet and the bathroom, then lays down on his huge bed, testing to see if it’s more comfortable than hers. I definitely is.

She rolls over and opens his bedside drawer, not at all surprised to see a big box of condoms, but somewhat flustered to see they’re XXL. It makes her cheeks burn. There’s like...other stuff too. A bottle of “personal lubricant,” and a couple different vibrators. She thought that those were for women or like...gay guys, so she’s kind of confused. There are a few other things that she’s not sure what they’re used for. A stretchy-looking ring, and a bunch of little...things (some, less little than others) that sort of look like Christmas trees. Or like, those chess pieces, what are they called?

The doorbell rings and Petra puts everything back where she found it, closes the bedroom door and signs for the food. She watches tv while she eats. Around 9, decides she wants to try her shower. It’s amazing.

It’s still pretty early, but she’s tired from the last couple days of worrying about all this, so she pulls on pajamas to get ready for bed.

She doesn’t even realize Tony’s back in the apartment til he raps on the door and opens it before she can say not to come in.

She’s dressed already, so it could be worse, but she feels pretty naked as Tony looks her over. Her tank top is thin and she isn’t wearing a bra, plus the shorts she put on to sleep in are...small. She gets hot when she sleeps and she doesn’t like it when pj’s get twisted at night, so she sleeps in stuff that’s small and snug.

She packed this stuff intending to only wear it in private.

Tony doesn’t even try to conceal his elevator eyes this time, and Petra crosses her arms over her chest.

He licks his bottom lip and meets her eyes. “Hey, kiddo, sorry if I caught you at a bad time. Just hoping you could come keep me company while I eat, figured we could watch a movie or something. I feel bad about leaving you alone all evening.”

“It’s okay. Um...” Petra looks over at her bed but she’s suddenly a lot less tired. “I can come hang out. I just need to put on some clothes...”

“I dunno, you look comfy to me.” Tony gives her a reassuring smile. “No need to get dolled on my account.”

He sort of makes an ‘after you’ gesture, and Petra’s not sure how to tell him she at least wants to put on a bra, so she just goes as-is. She’s hyper-aware of how skimpy her shorts really are as he follows behind her.

Tony suggests they eat on the terrace, and it’s a little cold, but it’s really neat out there. It has an electric like...fire-pit thing that Tony turns on, which makes up for her lack of warm clothes. He gets himself a scotch after he settles her in and asks if she’d like some wine.

It gives her something to do with her hands, which is nice, even if it tastes kind of awful.

Tony turns out to be a lot of fun to talk to, once they’re relaxed and their parents aren’t hovering. They talk about what she wants to study and what he’s working on right now, and somehow in all the weirdness, she missed that Tony’s really smart and they share a lot of interests.

And then, like it always does with adults, the conversation turns to Petra’s love life.

“So, got a boyfriend?”

Tony finished eating a while ago so his whole attention is on her when he asks. At least he can’t tell that she’s blushing, between the dark and the firelight. “No.”

His lips quirk. “Girlfriend?”

“No. I’m not into girls.”

Tony smiles. “Well, there you and I part ways.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nah. Too much of an opportunist, I’m afraid. How about you? Why no guy?”

Petra huffs. “I mean, I usually just tell adults I’m too busy studying when they ask, but honestly, all the guys at my school are just cretins.”

Tony grins. “Good word. They’ll grow out of it. God knows I was a little shit.”

Petra resists the urge to tell him he’s still a shit now - her tongue is loose, but she’s not sure that they’re there yet. “Lot of good that does me now.”

“True. You’ll just have to get creative until then.”

Tony’s eyes drop to where her shorts are riding up and Petra wonders how much he can see, shuddering and shifting positions to conceal...whatever.

“You must be cold, even with the fire. Let’s head inside.”

Petra almost loses her balance when she stands, and Tony reaches out to steady her, plucking the wine glass out of her hands and setting it down. He puts his arm around her and ushers her inside.

“Not a big partier, eh, Pete?”

“No. I’m a nerd.”

"Well, you’re in good company there. Wanna watch a movie?”

Petra shrugs, unsure she could concentrate on anything right now. Petra curls up against the arm of the love-seat while Tony wanders over to refill his own drink. She’s not ready to go to sleep yet, but it feels nice to lay down. The room is doing a slow dance with the couch.

“No hogging,” Tony says and settles next to her, moving her legs onto his lap. There are plenty of other seats that are empty, but it’s exciting having him close, even if he does just pick up the remote and turn to a news station. At least he keeps the volume low.

He watches the tv and Petra watches him, and when he starts running a hand over her calf, she’s really glad she just shaved her legs. His hand feels good. She can feel his callouses scraping against her newly smooth skin and it sends a frisson of something up her spine.

Tony looks over at her. “Still cold?”

Petra shakes her head, and Tony’s attention turns back to the news.

Over time, Tony’s hand starts migrating up Petra’s leg, fondling her knee and toying with the back of her inner thigh. Tony hardly even seems to notice what he’s doing, just sipping his scotch and reading the headlines as he slowly drives Petra out of her goddamn mind. She tries to stay still and quiet, so she doesn’t draw his attention. She subtly repositions herself so that if he looks, he won’t be able to see that she’s wet. Not that she’s sure that you could tell, but...it’s not just a little, so.

When her attention goes back to Tony’s face, she realizes he’s watching her with a small smile on his face. Her cheeks catch on fire.

“So,” he says, fingers spidering a little further up her inner thigh. Before she can tense up, they go back down. “With all your blushing, am I to assume you haven’t taken the cretins up on any of their cretinous advances?”

Petra swallows. “I already told you I haven’t dated anyone.”

She sees a flash of Tony’s teeth. “Sex and dating don’t have to go together, you know.”

She looks away and doesn’t answer, too embarrassed.

“C’mon, Pete, you can tell me. Not even party games? A little light making out? Someone show you his hoping you would show him yours.”

“No. No one’s ever wanted me,” she says without thinking. “And I’ve...I wouldn’t have wanted them anyway.”

“Well, that’s definitely not true,” Tony says, and the look on his face is hardly subtle. Petra realizes his fingers are much higher up than before. Almost...almost touching her very short shorts.

“Why did...why did Howard ask you to watch me?”

“He didn’t. I volunteered.”

Petra’s breathing hard as his fingers slide through...slide through her, where she’s leaked down her leg. She wants to die, just a little bit. “W-Why?”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “It’s unbecoming for such a smart girl to play dumb, sweetheart.”

They stare at each other for a few minutes. Petra’s brain has frozen right up.

“Tell me to back off and I will, Pete. No bullshit. I want to do awful, illegal things to your tight little body, but I have no desire to get thrown in jail or disinherited, both of which Howard would do in a heartbeat with the right excuse. So tell me, and I’ll look but not touch. I just don’t think that’s what you want.”

“I - “ Petra’s mouth is bone dry. Her heart is beating so hard. “I should go to bed.”

Tony withdraws his hand from her leg and smiles. “Sweet dreams, kiddo.”

Petra concentrates, very carefully, on not tripping on her feet as she heads to the guest room, aware that he’s watching every step.

Part 3

#my shit #not on ao3

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So I HATE that I CAN’T comment on Dan’s posts.... so I’m posting it on here? Cuz that’s a normal thing. Prolly no one will read it anyway. In fact, I’m pretty sure the only person who is supposed to read it, won’t ever see it lol. But I feel like sharing it anyway so...

This video: Amazing. Very good. Good job. Much praise. Many emotion.

Literally, the BEST thing you have ever created. This is definitely your greatest masterpiece Daniel. And yeah, I’m painfully, restlessly sarcastic and even true statements are delivered as a joke because they are…?? But seriously, this was great. And, um, I would know, cuz I majored in art education and took like three art history classes so I’m highly qualified to critique all of your creative labors, and, obviously, you desperately crave a random human’s approval and need my scrupulous, artistic eye to validate your creation.

Jesus I’m obnoxious. I usually don’t waste my time explaining myself to others. And, I feel like we have a similar sense of humor and that you might actually understand that my acerbic remarks and prolific pontifical paragraphs are just years of adolescent turmoil, the hurling whirlwind of confusion, fear, abuse, loneliness that somehow made time stand still, trapping me in a decade of depression and despair, being awkwardly expressed to other humans through what we call “sarcasm” under the for-whatever-reason acceptable guise of charm and, dare I say, wit.

This response really got away from me… Anyway, let’s not even get into the cinematography, lighting, ingenious storytelling and all those other bits that you’re so gifted at and probably stressed over for months. (I mean, unless you wanted to, cuz I love nerding out about the artistry of something.)

This is such a powerful video.

Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for making and sharing this video. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself with so many people for so many years, from your personality - as natural as you can be on camera - to your experiences, your interests, your opinions, your subtle and direct, nonchalant and/or deliberate methods of interacting with other humans, always promoting acceptance of others and yourself. You are an AMAZING person Daniel Howell and you better fucking believe that and tell yourself that every day. I’ll fuckin do it if you won’t.

I have developed so much respect and love for you over this past year (which is how long I’ve known of your existence. Heh, sorry.) I can’t begin to express to you how much appreciation I have for this video, for the information you shared in this video (because I’m incredibly uncomfortable with emotions and expressing them in front of others and, while often praised for my writing prowess, I’ve yet to discover the perfect language to describe the disgusting explosion of emotion uncomfortably gushing from who-knows-where, needing to be shared with anyone, everyone…) Ugh. I’m like crying dude.

I just can’t find the word that incorporates grateful, sad, happy, proud, excited, overwhelmed and so much confusion about all the other feelings. So um, [InsertAmazinlyPerfectBeautifulTermHere.]

Thank you for your courage, your strength, your love, and your selflessness. I am so [ … ] that you had the courage to face yourself and the strength to love yourself. I am [ … ] that you have the courage and strength to be yourself in front of the entire world. I am [ ... ] that you not only revisited a painful time in your life and a painful life-long struggle, but that you had the courage, strength and love to put it into a (beautifully crafted masterpiece) video for the world to see. We all know the amount of time, effort, and emotional energy that goes into a Dan Howell project, and the thought that you were willing to put that kind of attention on something so negative makes me feel so much of the [ … ] I am [ … ] that you have enough love for the rest of humanity, after years of suffering their ostracism and hostility, that you wanted to share these intimate details with the rest of the world in hopes of helping someone else. You continue to amaze me Daniel Howell.

And, if for whatever fucking reason this isn’t obvious to you yet, you formless blob of existential anxieties and social insecurities, the world is different because you exist. The world will be different because you existed.

And um, I mean different in a way that is better, in case that wasn’t obvious too.

But yeah, anyway, cool video bro.

#daniel howell #dan howell #Dan and Phil #phan #phandom #mental health #positive mental health #self love #self care #daniel howell art #danisnotonfire #dnp #phanart

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Destined, part 13

aka Seeking Advice from Glasses Nerds

Character Tags: Virgil/Anixety ; Patton/Creativity ; Patton/Morality ; Logan/Logic ; Remy/Sleep ; Dante/Deceit

Chapter Pairings: Logicality, Prinxiety mention, Platonic Moxiety/Analogical

Chapter Warnings: blushing & puns (i have two settings: angst/worldbuilding and blushing)

Reader Tags: @residentanchor @royally-anxious @bewarethegrammarpolice @fellowthomassandersfander @jemthebookworm

Summary: After centuries of acting as an oracle to heroes, quest-seekers, and villains alike, Virgil just wants to live as a normal, modern human. For someone who can see infinite probabilities, you’d think he’d know better.

<<Chapter 12 | Masterlist | Chapter 14>>

Read on ao3 [updated]

The morning had been a complete and utter mess.

Virgil and Gilda’s careful truce was utterly ruined whenever Virgil was distracted, and sweet Sybill was he distracted the rest of that day. His black hoodie was a mess with steamed milk and flavored syrup stains, and he was pretty sure coffee grounds were, well, ground into his sleeve and never coming out.

The one saving grace was that the sorcerer had caused him to be late today, so Roman hadn’t seen him looking like a mess of a somewhat-human-being. Remy had informed him with far too much glee that Roman had looked disappointed when he’d come in to see Virgil missing, and that Remy had flirted extra hard to make up for it.

If he hadn’t already been a mess of indecision and worry, Virgil would probably have been more annoyed by that. As it was, he was much more worried that he was going to get Roman hurt than whether he’d ever text him.

Remy was about to sail upstairs to sleep when he looked Virgil up and down, frowning.

“Boi, you are a mess. What has happened to your clothes?”

“I blame Gilda.”

“How dare you, she has done nothing wrong, ever, in her life. Here, you’re not my size, but I think you’re Antony’s. This should fit you.”

His boss tossed him a distressed purple t-shirt. Virgil started walking to the back room to change, then stopped. “Wait. Where did this come from, you’ve been downstairs all morning.”

“From the back. Antony… left it there. Last week,” Remy replied with a self-satisfied smirk.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing the health inspector is in love with you.”

Remy shrugged. “It’s not my fault I’m the perfect man. Go change, I can’t have you besmirching the aesthetic of How You Brewin’. We have a very attractive reputation to maintain.”

Virgil wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was very grateful for the shirt. It was hard to clean up the mess that was his thoughts when his entire appearance was a mess too. And to be honest, he dug the purple.

Feeling just a bit better, he made it through the rest of morning and early afternoon without any more spills. But he was still conflicted. What should he do about Dante’s destiny? He’d never been connected to a seen future in any way, let alone been infatuated with friendly with a pivotal actor in that future. Who would he even ask for advice? It’s not like Sages had parents.

But he wasn’t most Sages, he realized. There was someone who actually did call him ‘son.’

He made his way over to the bakery and saw, with a warm bubble of pride, that Logan was leaning against the side of the counter as he chatted with Patton, who was glazing pastries and smiling even larger than normal. It seemed that the happy resolution of months of mutual pining was constant conversation and flirting.

“Hey, if I’m interrupting I can come back later - I just need Patton’s advice on something,” he offered as he approached the counter.

Patton looked up at Logan, who smiled, still a little tentative and embarrassed, and said “Not a problem. I can leave you alone to consult.”

“Actually,” Virgil interrupted, “you can stay if you want. I… have a bit of an odd situation, and two perspectives would probably be better than one. Unless you have work to do.”

Logan rubbed his neck. “I probably do have work I could be doing, but now I’m intrigued. I will gladly assist if I’m able to do so.”

Virgil nodded and pulled himself up onto one of Patton’s only clean baking benches.

“Kiddo, I can get you a stool, you don’t need to sit up there...”

“Pat, I appreciate the offer, but right now I am too overwhelmed to worry about what is or what isn’t a chair,” he muttered, his anxiety heightening as he tried to think of how he’d explain his predicament. He wasn’t quite ready to tell them both that he was an ageless magical being.

“So. Um. I have a bit of an issue, but it’s kind of… private? It involves some sensitive details I don’t know that I can share,” he offered, not making eye contact.

“You only need to share as much as you want to, kiddo,” Patton said kindly, pulling up a stool.

“Unless, of course, the details are so crucial as to make any advice without them useless,” Logan interjected, sitting across from him.

“I hope that’s not the case - here, let’s try a hypothetical. You both know the trolley problem?” Virgil asked.

Logan’s eye widened. “Philippa Foot’s thought experiment? Of course, yes, I suddenly feel much more qualified for this discussion.”

“No, like the meme,” Virgil and Patton said at the same time.

“I… I don’t understand, but go on,” Logan said, lifting his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, so, hypothetically, I know someone who has control of a lever to change the train tracks. He has a choice between an empty rail, and one with several people, whose death will somehow benefit him. Like, uh, the king and the next three in line for the throne before Lever Man. You’re following so far?”

Patton and Logan both nodded, Patton slightly more confused than his darker-haired friend.

“So, hypothetically, Mr. Lever is pretty likely to want to pull the lever towards the people, but there’s a small chance he won’t. He could decide last-minute to be merciful. The only way I know for a fact that he won’t flip the lever is if… um, Superman flies in, and forcibly pushes him to keep the lever on the empty track. But if Supes tries that, there’s a nonzero chance he’ll fall onto the empty track himself and be hit by the train.”

“Well obviously that would be the ideal situation, Superman will survive such a blow easily,” Logan offered.

“Okay, not Superman. Just a regular dude then, I don’t know what to call him…”

“Call him Logan!” Patton said eagerly.

“Um, why me?” Logan asked.

“Cause you’re my hero,” Patton said, smiling. Logan immediately blushed and looked down.

Virgil smirked and exaggeratedly rolled his eyes, then tried to pull them both back on track (Heh, track. Wait shit, no, he needed to focus. This was what happened when he spent this much time with Patton).

“We’re talking about trains, I’ll call the hero… Thomas. Like the Tank Engine.”

“More like Thomas the Dank Engine”

“Patton, buddy, focus. Okay. So the only person who can guarantee that Mr. Lever won’t kill the royals and become king is Thomas, but Thomas could get hurt or worse in the process. But, there’s also a chance that Mr. Lever will decide to not kill anyone. If I’m the only one who knows this… Do I have an obligation to tell Thomas?”

Logan looked pensive. “Hm. That is an interesting hypothetical. What would happen if you didn’t tell Thomas?”

Virgil thought. “I mean, there’s a chance that he’d still be in a position to stop Mr. Lever anyway, and so there’s a chance he would still be at risk, he would just be unprepared. But there would be an equal chance that he wouldn’t be in the right place at the right time without knowing, so the likelihood of Mr. Lever successfully going through with his plan is pretty high.”

Logan nodded. “And the risk of indeed telling him?”

“Well, best-case scenario, Thomas would choose to stop Mr. Lever, be successful, and not get hurt,” Virgil said with a sigh. “But I know better than to pin all my hopes on that happening. If he knew, and Mr. Lever was merciful on his own, then Thomas has been through a lot of worry and stress for nothing. Or, he could try to stop him and be unsuccessful and get hurt or killed in the process. Or he could be successful in stopping him and still get hurt or killed. Or he could choose to do nothing and feel like a coward for the rest of his life, or he could choose to do nothing and get killed along with the king anyway.” The speed of his words picked up as he listed possibilities, his perpetual internal monologue spilling out into the open like - well, like a runaway train. Those things were dangerous.

Patton put on hand on Virgil’s need and rubbed it reassuringly. “Hey, kiddo, take it easy, okay? Just let yourself relax. None of these things are happening just yet, it’s okay.”

Virgil nodded and took a deep breath, using meditation breathing to calm his elevated heart rate.

“It sounds like a big part of this question is you trying to decide what’s best for Thomas,” Patton continued. “But maybe, just maybe, that’s something he needs to decide for himself.”

Logan nodded in agreement. “Patton makes an excellent point. It seems like there many factors to consider, but only Thomas himself can accurately weigh their relative importance within his own life. The negative result of causing him unnecessary worry is far overshadowed by the other possible negative outcomes.”

Virgil looked at both his friends. Two serious yet supportive expressions looked back from behind matching black frames. “But…” he started

“Hehe, butt,” Patton snorted. “Sorry, go on, big guy!”

“But what if I, personally,” Virgil hesitated, “what if I care a lot for Thomas and don’t want to risk hurting him?”

Patton brightened, clapping his hands. “Awwww my son has a cruuushhhh.”

Logan cleared his throat, carefully looking directly at Virgil and nowhere else. “While I, ah, understand the heightened feelings of worry that go along with feelings of… affection… for someone, you can’t allow that to cloud your judgment here. Yes, you may cause Thomas some distress by telling him what you know, but imagine if the truth came out without your telling him. The most likely outcome would be a feeling of betrayal on his part.”

“You think so?” Virgil asked nervously.

“I know so, kiddo,” Patton answered. “If you really care about him and his well-being, you’ll let him make the choice himself. It may be hard, and yes, there’s a chance that you telling him will also make him feel betrayed. But if you speak from the heart and make it clear that you are only trying to help him to the best of your ability, I think you’ll find he’ll appreciate the effort.”

Virgil sighed, looking back and forth. “Thanks, guys. You’re right. I’m really glad I came to you both.”

Logan smiled. “Anytime, Virgil. And might I advise telling Roman sooner rather than later?”

Virgil blanched. “What? Who said anything about Roman? We were talking about, uh, Thomas, yeah. All hypothetical here.”

“You forget that I’m almost always in the cafe when Roman comes in. Particularly,” Logan smirked, “two days ago, when you spoke to him for several minutes and wrote your number on his coffee cup. I didn’t want to mention it earlier because it wasn’t relevant to the advice, but it was intuitively obvious even to the casual observer.”

Virgil heard a strange, strangled sound and turned to see Patton with both hands over his face, eyes shining with delight. “Ohhhhh that is so cute!!!” the paternal baker squealed.

“I. Um. It’s not really anything yet, and might not be ever, so don’t get your hopes up,” Virgil muttered. “Thanks again for the advice, I’m going to go… hide.”

He slid off the baker’s bench and slunk back to How You Brewin’ to start cleaning up for the night.

At least he knew what he needed to do now.

author’s note: This chapter brought to you by inspiration from Mind vs Heart and Alone on Valentine’s.

Also from my undying love for Logicality. Glasses love is the best love.

#destined #writing #sanders sides #modern fantasy au #coffee shop au #logicality #prinxiety #platonic analogical #platonic moxiety

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Christmas Angels Part 2

This chapter was inspired by the work of @random-fandom-art. Mild suggested smut at the end:

Christmas Angels Part 2

“I hope you like cranberry sauce, Ozzy.”

Jim had taken responsibility for roasting the turkey and preparing the trimmings, while Oswald, with his dexterous hands, was making pastry for the apple pies. He was kneading and rolling the dough rhythmically - he found it very therapeutic. But even more comforting was the presence of his handsome detective - standing there smelling of spice, citrus, and stray dustings of flour.

“Oh yes, Jim - it makes the bird even more tasty, don’t you think?”

“Yeah - I think it goes well on any tasty bird!” Jim winked suggestively.

“Jim Gordon - you are so saucy!” Oswald grinned. “I mean, literally, Jim - get it? Heh, now don’t roll your eyes at me, James, it was funny - right? Oh well, anyway, if you really want to get creative with it, Detective Gordon - then who am I to stop you?”

“Yes, Cobblepot, but later….now we really should restrain ourselves.”

Oswald stopped kneading and passed the back of his floury hand across his glowing temples.

“You’re asking me to restrain myself when you wear that sexy apron and make lewd suggestions to me, Detective?”

“You’re asking ME to control myself when your apron says ‘Kiss the Cook?’” Jim leaned in and smooched Oswald’s cheek. Oswald giggled and ducked away. “Jim Gordon, please!”

“Sorry sweetheart. But I have to obey the rules of the apron - right?” Jim pecked Oswald again.

“Ah, once a lawman, always a lawman! I love it when you’re obedient!” Oswald continued kneading the dough with his left hand whilst half-heartedly fending off Jim’s attentions with his right.

“Love, honour and obey - that’s the wedding vow, right?” Jim leaned in and nuzzled Oswald’s neck playfully. Oswald giggled again.

“Hmmmm, but - James, my dear - does that mean I am obliged to obey you, too?” he looked round at Jim warily and cocked an eyebrow.

“Maybe not,” Jim replied. “After all,” he continued thoughtfully, “if you HAD been obedient, you wouldn’t have come back to Gotham when I told you to stay away. And then, we wouldn’t be here having so much fun, would we?”

“Aha - good point, my love, I can’t argue with that! Well then - in that case, I shall disobey you as much and as often as I can! Ha!” Oswald grinned demonically.

“My contrary Cobblepot….I really like that!” Jim put down the can of cranberry jelly and slipped his hand inside Oswald’s apron. Oswald jumped with surprise and moved away, folding his arms stubbornly.

“And how do you like your apple pies, James, because if you like the pastry to be tough as shoe leather and rock hard as a bullet, you are going the right way about getting it!” he mock-scolded.

Jim put his hands on his hips, lifting his chin defiantly. “Oh yeah? And how do you work that out?”

“Because the way you are behaving towards me is making me go all hot and bothered, dear,” Oswald protested, with a flourish, “and hot hands do not make great pastry, as I hope you know, Detective! I’m going to have to go and put my hands in the fridge if they get much warmer!”

“Hmmm, ok - so, how about us taking a break then, sweetheart - then the pastry will get to rest, and that’ll do it good, right?”

“Ahhh, hmmmm - well, there, you do have a point! And - um - how do you propose we fill in, meanwhile?” said Oswald innocently.

A suggestive smile appeared on Jim’s boyish face. He advanced on Oswald and took him by the arms. “Well, you did say I could be creative - didn’t you, Mr Cobblepot?”

“Oh - Jim,” panted Oswald, when Jim had demonstrated just how inventive he could be with a jar of cranberry sauce. “When I said ‘fill in’, I didn’t expect you to take me so literally!”

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First Meeting AU

UF Chapter Three: First Meeting

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A/N: Almost similar, but different headcannons-by using two readers' self-insert (available for anyone who wants to insert themselves to this amazing fandom; both male or female) as being Dipper and Mabel's cousins. Y/N means 'your name'. Additionally, the story is cut in conversations and statements. I do not own Gravity Falls or Steven Universe. UF belongs to MiniJen. Enjoy!

"Come on you guys!" Mabel called back to her brother, and their two cousins.

"Hurry up! I wanna meet those magical ladies that Soos was talking about!"

"H-Hold on!" Dipper exclaimed.

"I'm on my way!"

"Yeah, I am also out of breath too!" replied (male: y/n).

"Seriously? You guys are tired already?" asked Mabel teasingly.

"(Female: y/n) and I are a way ahead of you two"

"Heh-this is what happens if you two boys spend too much time with your noses in a dumb book instead of having fun like Mabel and I do!" exclaimed (female: y/n).

"We're not!" Dipper puffed.

"Exactly-this is wwaayy different from our P.E class; this hill is a lot steeper than it looks to be!" protested (male: y/n).

"Yeah, whatever you slowpokes say" Mabel deadpans with a good-natured laugh.

"I am guessing that cuz should give out her 'Mabel Approves Work-out Plan'!" (Female: y/n) cheerfully said.

"Yeah-only with ten packets of sugar each morning, it is guaranteed in pump you up with endless energy, or your money back!" added Mabel with a smile.

"You girls are spending too much time with Grunkle Stan" Dipper said as he laughed at their humor.

"Well-anyways we made it-whew! Do you think that there is a group of magical ladies up here?" (Male: y/n) questioned.

"I do sure hope so! That would be so cool! Way cooler than my boyfriend turning out to be a bunch of gnomes, at least." Mabel stated.

(Female: y/n) chuckled at the wild ride memory.

"And of-course hopefully less dangerous" Dipper puts in.

"Right on, Dip-but even if these ladies aren't real, we can try to find something else interesting up here" (Male: y/n) said.

"It only makes sense considering how this weird this town turning out to be" agreed Dipper.

"Heh-you boys are the weird ones out here, ya dorks" Mabel jokes.

"Not any weirder than you two are" Dipper retorted, gesturing Mabel's and (female: y/n)'s combined creative craft project, which (male: y/n) notes that it is very 'colorful' shish kabob.

"We all are weird!" Mabel proclaimed enthusiastically, swinging the supposed shish kabob.

"Yep, indeed we are-hold on, have you heard that?" (Male: y/n) said who suddenly brought his voice very low.

"What-you mean the wind?"

"No-wait…shhhhh. Can you hear that?"

"Maybe it's that squirrel again! I bet he wants another hug!"

"Well, not after you nearly suffocated him last time-I highly doubt that"

"It is neither that-besides the rusting is pretty loud to be the wind…"

(Male: y/n) approaches where the sound coming from. "Curious…very, very curious"

So…what? Do you think it is a scary monster or something, waiting in the woods to gobble up four random kids for dinner? Well to be honest, Dip and (male: y/n) would be dinner-I'd be desert 'cause like I said earlier I am full of ten packets of sugar per day!"

"Come on Mabel this is serious. What if there is something out there?"

"If it is-I would say: Take Me to Your Leader!" replied (female: y/n) humorlessly.

"I'm sure it is nothing, it's probably just-". Mabel was cut off by a loud shout.

"Lion Wait! Where are You going?"

Before all four can react, a giant pink blur came out of nowhere from the woods, frightening all four.

"Well, there is something-you know what I'll say: RUN!" exclaimed (male: y/n).

The supposed pink creature chased all four-until it pinned down both Dipper and (female: y/n) with both paws.

Both children grimaced at their certain situation and braced of what-yet-to-come. But only saved by last minute timely rescue.

"Lion, Stop that! What have I told you about attacking people it is rude!"

Dipper and (female: y/n) breathed out a sign of relief and both are pulled up by (male: y/n).

Mabel's eyes sparkled at the lion's pink fur.

"Hey you guys okay?"

All four kids see their new founded-friends: sitting at the front was a short stout boy with a red shirt with a star on it along with jeans, behind him was a girl who looked bit taller than the boy with framed glasses at her nose.

"Um…yeah, thanks?" Dipper said, disbelieving that a wild animal is under the young boy's care.

"You're welcome! Sorry about that though; 'Lion' can be kinda…overprotective sometimes…"

"This is your lion?" Mabel asked with an excitement. "You are so lucky! And he's so cute!"

"You do remember that how he nearly killed me and (female: y/n) just few seconds ago, right?" Dipper asked sharply.

"Aw…" Mabel gushed. "And he's soft too! Like a walking cotton candy, but with teeth!"

"I know, right? He makes a good pillow too! I'm Steven by the way. You already meet Lion, of course. And this is my friend Connie."

"Nice to meet you! Even though it was an accident."

"I'm Dipper and the girl who is losing herself inside your, uh…lion's mane is my sister, Mabel" Dipper grinned with sudden amusement. "And those are my peculiar cousins-(female: y/n) and (male: y/n)."

"Interesting-very, very interesting" (Male: y/n) states who had pulled out a pair of glasses to examine Lion.

"Likewise, it is nice to meet you too!" (Female: y/n) notes while petting Lion who gained an interest in her.

"So SOFT!" Mabel exclaims, which (male: y/n) chuckles at the amusement.

"So what you guys doing up here all by yourselves anyways?"

"Yeah, the only thing up around here is the temple, and if you wanted to go there, then there is much easier way than climbing up the hill, you know."

"Temple?" Dipper interest perked, along with (male: y/n) taking notice.

"Yeah, the temple! It's where me and the Crystal Gems live."

"The Crystal-what?" Dipper questioned, only to be interrupted by Mabel. "Too…Much…Softness…"

"Whoa! I love your sweater! It's kinda like my shirt! Well…kinda…"

"I guess it is!" Mabel agreed. "I'm glad you like it. All my sweaters are handmade by me and (female: y/n) truly!"

"You know, if you really wanted one, we can make one for you-with no extra charge!" (Female: y/n) joined in.

"Oh yeah! Maybe you two could even make matching pairs for three of us at the same time! Or me and Connie! Or all six of us!

"Oh my gosh!" Mabel squealed.

"That is a great idea!" (Female: y/n) exclaimed.

"This sounds awesome! We all can be sweater buddies!"

"Wait, wait, wait" Dipper proclaims. "A minute ago…you said something about…the Crystal Gems…who are they?"

"Oh, right! The Crystal Gems are Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and me! We use magic from our Gems to fight monsters and protect humanity and stuff."

"So… the rumors about magical guardians living up here are actually true?" Dipper asked a bit skeptically, unsure if Steven was actually being serious or not. (Male: y/n) took off his glasses and puts his hands behind his back.

"Believe it or not, they are. Steven is proof of that."

"Wow-Really?" stated (Female: y/n) who is equally amazed as Mabel.

"Aw, yeah, well…I'm only half magic. My dad's a human, but my mom was a Gem. See?"

To show the twins what he meant, Steven lifted his shirt up a bit to reveal the rose quartz gem upon his navel.

"Whoa…" both Dipper and Mabel with their astonished cousins said in equal awe upon examining the pink gem.

"Unbelievable…" Dipper muttered in amazement upon realizing that the gem was actually real and not just a decoration.

"Sparkly…" Mabel whispered with a stunned expression, her eyes reflecting the shine of Steven's gem as it glistened in the afternoon sun. "What does it do?"

"The Gems tell me that my mom used to use it to do lots of stuff. But… I'm still learning how to use it. So far I've used it to make a shield and a bubble. In fact, the bubble was how me and Connie met!"

"Uh… yeah…We got trapped in it for several hours and we nearly drowned at the bottom of the lake. Other than that, it was a pretty good day."

"No worries-every person has every good days, and even bad days" (Male: y/n) said.

"Plus, we beat a giant worm monster and saved the town!"

"Heh, yeah, this town has some weird stuff going on in it"

"Finally! Someone else notices how strange this place is!" Dipper exclaimed, excited that he was not alone in thinking that Gravity Falls was a noticeably odd little town.

"I've been saying that since we got here. We've been here less than a week and already we've faced off against a bunch of gnomes stacked together into a giant monster."

"Who knows, what other days bring ahead" (Male: y/n) gestures across the woods and the lake. "Indeed, who 'Nose'?" tapping a side of his nose humorlessly.

"I learned a valuable lesson there," Mabel said with a joking frown. "Never go out with gnomes in disguise."

"I second that notion" (Female: y/n) added.

"Oh, you guys met the gnomes? Yeah, they can get a little crazy when they don't get what they want… One time they stole my donut and I spent all day chasing them down to get it back! The weird thing was they didn't even want to eat it; they wanted to use it as a wheel for the little gnome car they were building. It was actually kinda cute, even if I never did get that donut back…*sign*…d'oh"

"So you two have only been in Gravity Falls for a few days? Did you just move here?"

"No, we're only here for the summer," Dipper clarified.

"We're staying with our Great Uncle Stan down at the Mystery Shack." Said (Male: y/n).

"Wait, Mr. Pines is your uncle? That's so cool! The Mystery Shack is one of my favorite places in Gravity Falls, along with the temple… and the lake… and the Big Donut… and Funland Arcade… and Greasy's Diner… and-"

"I think they get it, Steven," Connie interrupted with a giggle. "What a coincidence, though. We were just on our way down to the Mystery Shack before we ran into you guys."

"And we were on our way up here to check out the giant eight armed woman!" Mabel said, referring to what her and Dipper now to knew to be some sort of temple thanks to Steven.

"I have to agree, isn't that crazy? It's almost like… fate, or something!" stated (female: y/n).

"Or it was Lion just going through his rebellious stage-Aw, Lion!"

"Gross!" Steven stated. Lion had licked him in perfect, equal measure.

All six laughed together because of the funny moment. Little did they know-summer had started, and their meeting was only a beginning of their adventures.

A/N: All credits to you, MiniJen for this favorable chapter. By paying homage to Universe Falls Three Year Anniversary Extravaganza-thank you for this wonderful crossover. ;)

On the side-note: the self-insert characters of course have a place upon the Zodiac Wheel. Feel free to review to share (through tumblr or on this fanfiction story review) creative ideas and thoughts of what symbols they (you/readers as self-inserts) can represent.

#gravity falls #steven universe #universe falls #minijen #universe falls three year anniversary extravaganza #fic #self-insert

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List of fav fanfics in bnha and hxh?

Oh my gosh, I have an excuse to point out the faves. So excited.

I’ll be forming a link for each fic I post and of course, tag the authors and link them to their page on AO3 as well. It’s muy importante.

I’m leaving it to my top five picks because… it’s really hard to pick from the massive pool of talent-driven works I’ve read… honestly there are sooo many that I hold so close to my heart, but I can’t list them all here because I need to trust my ultimate favorites and, yeah.

Also I’m only posting one favorite per author, because there are always multiple favorites with each writer but it helps narrow it all down if I do it this way.

Oh, and these works that I have finished reading. So, if I haven’t finished the fic or haven’t read all of the chapters posted up to that point, then it’s not fair for me to call it a “complete favorite.” So stay tuned until the very end to see those other wonderful recommendations! (And I swear that I will finish them!)

YAY. FANFIC FAVE RECOMMENDATION TIME!

MY FAVORITE HUNTER X HUNTER FANFICS

Report x Card by @olivemeister

Okay. So. I think this is… probably my favorite oneshot work from the Hunter x Hunter fanfiction archive. This is just, absolutely phenomenal and heartbreaking and filled with angst and threads of hope and Killua and Gon are so interesting to observe through the eyes of multiple characters as tension and difficulties come into light. Oh, speaking of that, the level of suspense and buildup is just… ah. This is great, from beginning to end and I’ve read it dozens of times.

Words That Water Flowers by @decembercamiecherries

I’ve definitely sung praises for this fic before, but it’s seriously, without a doubt, one of the most tightly written, creative Alternate Universe Killua/Gon stories. Killua and Gon’s relationship feels so raw and real, and the Hanahaki Disease is difficult to capture well in most settings, but I’m so glad that the concept behind this was taken in such an intriguing direction, and it allowed us into a very canon-like appreciation of Gon and Killua’s friendship/relationship.

Lawfully Unwedded by @xyliane

I love this work mostly because of how believable it feels each time I read it. It’s mostly very sweet, but there’s a certain… candor, to it, that feels so refreshing when regarding the question on whether or not Killua and Gon would actually get married if they had the chance. I love the pacing, how the topic is handled, and I’m afraid if I say anything else it’ll spoil it. Please read it and leave lovely words behind for this talented writer.

Motor Scooters and Gelato by @fireolin

I never get tired of reading this story. I was honestly very torn between either posting this as my favorite from this author or Fireworks on Whale Island, which also displays this writer’s very sensible talents. The writing style is emotive, sensitive, and allows plenty of room to breathe, if that makes sense. You really feel every moment with Killua and Gon in this sweet, beautifully constructed piece. Honestly, reading this will make you just shine from the inside.

pro tempore by perennials

So. Um. There are many, and I mean many, works by this writer that are just jaw-dropping in the Hunter x Hunter fandom. I can’t even express how lovely everything they write is. But, I can only pick one per author… so, this one it is. Honestly, this story resonates with growing up, the angst and pain that radiates through Killua and Gon’s friendship, and so many more aspects of their relationship that come into light as they reunite as adults. The writing is marvelous and poetic and beautiful. I can’t recommend this enough.

WORKS I LOVE THAT I HAVEN’T FINISHED YET | HUNTER X HUNTER

DNA by @killushawn

AH. I’M A HORRIBLE PERSON FOR NOT FINISHING THIS. I’ve listened to this heart-racing and solemn and wonderfully voice-acted piece almost to the very end, and that’s not a testament to Shawn’s talent because he’s brilliant. Now, this is the first audio fic I’ve ever listened to and if you haven’t listened to that many (or any) and are skeptical like I was, please give it a chance. The characterization of Killua in this is intriguing and different, and very refreshing. There’s so much passion and love put into this and you can feel it through each chapter/audio.

one hundred by wartransmission

Okay, I love how this is written. I honestly do. I’ve read up to… chapter nine, or so, dozens of different times and kept trying to push through to the finish and just fell off for no other reason aside from my forgetfulness. This fic, though, I think, is honestly one of the best in the Hunter x Hunter archive. The characterization is interesting, especially with Gon, and I love how smooth the pacing and writing is and the take on each prompt is creative and fresh.

First Times by @murderxbaby

THIS. FIC. Is so… heavy. The pacing and the tension and the buildup are all brilliantly woven together, and I do realize that this story was actually recently completed. I’m planning on going through from the very beginning and reading it to the very end because it’s enthralling and wonderful, and I believe I stopped around the eighth chapter. Please, read this. It’s incredible.

WOO. Alright. Now it’s time for Boku no Hero Academia. Damn.

Alright. Here we go.

MY FAVORITE MY HERO ACADEMIA FANFICS

Like the Moon by @osakakitty

Okay, so, um, it was really difficult to choose between this story and the equally masterful and wonderful character-driven piece, Make Every Moment Last. Both works are wonderful, but there’s something very raw and open about how she portrays the relationship between Katsuki and Izuku in her works, and… ah. Osakakitty has a fantastic, insightful view on these beloved characters and I adore how she writes Katsuki Bakugou especially. I can’t honestly praise this fic enough. Please read.

Falling by @soulestring

I think… nearly every person who likes BakuDeku/KatsuDeku knows about this story. This is, in my opinion, the BakuDeku fics of all BakuDeku fics, especially for first-time readers curious about the ship. It’s set in the canon universe and closely (with creative liberties taken of course) follows the main storyline of the manga/anime with a very intriguing look into the dynamic and “unrequited love” aspect of the Katsuki/Izuku relationship.

Incandescent Snow by Chicory

Okay, so, where do I even start with this? I love, and I mean, love, the concept behind this. This AU is so refreshing and unique and I love how in-character and tragic and angsty this story is, with outstanding imagery and themes that definitely border on the line of ambiguity and social construct. I love the questions raised in this story about relationships, family, and brotherhood. I personally consider it to be phenomenal and criminally underrated. Please read this.

For Want of Izuku’s Toe Joint by Talavin

This story is… for one, the amount of effort taken into capturing the elements of the original story and broadening the horizons within them in each chapter is worth mentioning on its own. I love the relationship between Izuku and Katsuki and their dynamic with the rest of their class, on top of how well the canon events are handled with a few twists thrown in there. Also, Izuku’s characterized very, very well in this, and I love that he stands equally with Katsuki. That’s honestly quite a rarity to find in fanfiction, and it’s something to behold.

How to Mend a Broken Soul by youwishyouwerethiscool

This is my favorite interpretation of the Soulmate AU that I’ve seen in the BNHA archive so far, especially with BakuDeku. I’m sure there are many exceptional ones under other ships, but… this is my list. Heh. Anyway, this is a wonderful fic with a great eye for characterization and detail, and it’s mostly from Katsuki’s perspective, which is great. I always love seeing different interpretations of his character and how he would handle being Izuku’s soulmate. This fic is wonderful.

WORKS I LOVE THAT I HAVEN’T FINISHED YET | BNHA

On The Run by Justaperson1718

I LOVE THIS STORY AND I WANT TO CATCH UP. It’s not even completed yet but I really love the dynamic between Katsuki and Izuku in this. This author has also written many other oneshots that I love and wanted to recommend but they would be out of my top five. Still, read Fascinating and Manage Me, and then go read THIS because it’s wonderful and action-packed and angsty and dramatic. All the good things.

READ. ALL. OF. THESE.

*Dies*

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sanguinarysanguinity · 7 years

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2016 “Writing” Year Review

(I make other kinds of things, too!) gakked from @ecouter-bien

Total Number of Things Completed: 22 finished stories, 10 of which were 60-word stories for Sherlock60. (I stopped doing those, because the effort to fit a complete story into precisely sixty words was consuming half or more of my writing time in a week, which was making it difficult to finish other things. It’s a lovely exercise, and I’m proud of some of them, but it was sucking my creative time like no one’s business.)

I also published two vids and two podfic. (Podfic are new-to-me this year! Hooray, I learned stuff!)

Also-also, I co-founded AO3′s More Holmes collection and co-modded two rounds of Holmestice. I choose to count that time as making things, too, even if the thing made is “only” a shared creative space.

Total Word Count: Approx. 55K words of fiction, plus another 10K word of commentary for that one vid. Plus 30 minutes of podfic and 6 minutes of vids.

Fandoms Created In: Star Wars, Supergirl, Mad Max, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Strange Empire, Miss Fisher Murder Mysteries, and fifty-some Holmesian fandoms, heh.

Looking Back, Did You Expect To Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected? I expected to finish more, actually. I hoped to finish at least one of the two WIP stories on my hard-drive that have been sliding toward 50K each, but I eventually jettisoned the effort and wrote 30K of new stories, instead. I also trunked 10K of my ill-fated Holmestice story. :-(

But even though my raw word count feels low (for me), that was one humdinger of a vid project, plus I learned to make a new kind of fanwork, plus I modded three things. So, you know.

What’s Your Own Favorite Creation Of The Year? Well, it would have to be Something Good (Will Come From That), wouldn’t it? Every minute of working with @language-escapes was a joy, and it was well-received, too, widely rec’d outside of media fandom and in a bunch of languages I don’t speak. Too, it was almost exactly the thing I had initially set out to make: I wanted to show off Holmesiana the way I see Holmesiana -- as a great, tumultuous, heartfelt, joyous, and much-contested sea of ideas -- and I honestly think a lot of viewers got that from it.

But it was also very difficult to come back from, creatively. All summer long and into the fall, there was the definite sensation that I’d just published the best thing that I would ever make, and what was the point of trying to make other things? It took months to shake that. In the end, I didn’t so much shake it as decide that I might as well kill some time by making some shit.

Did You Take Any Creative Risks This Year? Mm, yes. I have long had a crushing fear of writing sex scenes, and it was limiting what kinds of stories I could tell. With @phoenixfalls’s encouragement, I screwed up my courage and made myself write some smut. And it went okay! I didn’t die, and some people enjoyed the stories!

Do You Have Any Creative Goals For The New Year? I’d be nice to finish up THE BEST BEE FIC ON MARS, because that’s been bugging me. It’d also be nice to finish up one of those monster WIPs on my hard-drive, and to un-trunk one of the trunked things. Also, I promised a bunch of treat-vids to people last summer; it’d be nice to get those finished up.

Best Creative Work Of The Year? Something Good (Will Come From That), obviously. Which was a double-edged sword: like I said, I spent months afterward paralyzed by the feeling that I’d done the best work I’ll ever do. :-/

Most Popular Work Of The Year? Hahahaha, Something Good (Will Come From That), of course. It was a bit, um, unnerving, actually. The streaming file has had 6.5K plays, it’s been rec’d in non-fannish venues from facebook to gizmodo, and even the grumpy old-guard Holmesians who hate everything I love have said some nice things about it.

In fact, for a while there, I thought I was going to open my email to find that my mom had forwarded it to me, all “I saw this and thought you might like it, I know you’re into Sherlock Holmes.”

Work of Mine Most Under-appreciated By The Universe, IMO: Desperate Men and Fools was never going to have a large readership (because ampersand, because American AU, because crossover with a rare fandom), but c’mon, I had hoped for a little more readership than it got?

That said, the readership it did get was as appreciative as I could want. I’ve been very lucky that way.

Work Most Fun To Make: Baker Street Papas. Yeah, so, the vid’s success was fucking with my head, so I holed up and wrote 18K of fluffy kidfic in an incredibly obscure fandom, just for me and @language-escapes, it didn’t matter if anyone else liked it or even read it. Writing it was a lot like writing THE BEST BEE FIC EVER, all self-indulgence and not much critical anything, just putting down shit what amused me and not much caring whether you’d still respect me in the morning. Weirdly, it got a lot more readership than I thought it was going to? (Is that the dudeslash effect? It’s been fun that people like it, anyway.)

Story With The Single Sexiest Moment: HahahahaNOPE. I write smut by not letting myself think about what I’m doing, and I avoid re-reading it after. If you want to identify a sexiest moment you can go read them and tell me.

Sweetest Story: Welcome Home, maybe? It’s all about hugs, anyhow, and people finally getting them.

“Holy Crap, That’s Wrong, Even For You!” Work: Huh, lookit that, I didn’t unleash any of my crack-not!crack monstrosities on the world last year. Sorry, I’ll try to do better.

Work That Shifted My Own Perceptions Of The Characters: Saved the World Today gave me a horrendous case of feelings about Alex Danvers -- until then, I did not know I had Alex feelings! Some of those feelings spilled over into Terrible Sisters, but most of them ended up in tagspams.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story: Eh, you can find deeply-held parts of me throughout all of my stories. It’s the only reason they speak to people, I would have thought.

Hardest Story To Write: Desperate Men and Fools. First, the crossover is a fundamental genre mismatch: @gardnerhill’s “Welcome to Bakerstown” is rooted in the mythic, legendary, larger-than-life Old West, while Strange Empire stands stands in stark opposition to that kind of Old West story. Second, I was writing about Native genocide from a white pov, fuck my life. Third, I was attempting to write a classic Western, which is a genre that I deliberately avoid -- I cobbled that thing together from half-remembered Marlboro Man commercials and shit. It doesn’t usually take me a year to write an 11K story, but it took me a year to thread my way through that 11K story.

Biggest Disappointment: Having to trunk my Holmestice story this last round. Trunking it was a good decision, but damn but it hurt to have to do it.

Biggest Surprise: That Something Good turned out to be a smash hit, actually. Honestly, between the unfashionable song choice and the fact that we were aggressively selecting commonly-maligned sources, I thought it’d just be another one of Those Weird Things That Sang Makes, passionately loved by a few and ignored by most. And then when it went live mere hours after the Pulse nightclub shooting... I was 100% resigned to it being perceived as the most irrelevant kind of trivia. (Which was certainly how I was feeling about it, that horrible day.)

But then the comments started coming in, and it turned out that people got it, that it clicked for them. That it made them happy. And not just my weird little corner of Holmesiana, either, but that it was being received as a love letter to the fandom at large, and that the fandom-at-large was responding in kind...

I, um, hadn’t expected that. It was a silly little song about how pretty the dragon is; it was the shock of my life when the dragon sat up and listened to it.

#my writing #also my other things #something good (will come from that)#long post

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