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prrcyjacksons ¡ 2 years
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@fictionnet event 08 — favourite book
no mourners, no funerals. Among them, it passed for ‘good luck.’
[Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo]
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starryficsfinishwen ¡ 3 months
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✧。◟[NSFW] ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ — lee x reader [PGR]
so I'm coming home to you
synopsis ; there are answers far beyond words in between turbulences. you are looking for those in lee's battles, in the way he sat beside you, yet what can you say, when the ride home is silent?
alternatively: starry was unsatisfied because we never knew what happened after the epilogue and got a time skip instead, so she is writing it down on her terms LOL
a.n. - this idea came to me while I was cooking breakfast. I nearly dropped the bowl. I nearly dropped my eggs 😭 also I wanna suggest listening to fallingforyou by The 1975 for this too if yall wanna. I wanted this to be an angst to fluff but I decided to make it in a separate post LOL ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS EARLIER AHAHAHA I'm sorri oh well
pairing - lee hyperreal x f!commandant
words - 7,691
warnings - WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 21: SPIRAL OF CHRONOS. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, NSFW THEMES: soft sex hehe, body worship, cunnilingus, creampie-, vaginal penetration, squirting, virginity loss but it's the both of them LOL, lee being so soft and gentle. semi-established relationship, mutual pining.
edit - dividers by @/saradika-graphics!
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The ride home is silent.
A gentle lull of a torrential downpour, multiple raindrops pattering on the aircraft's window. Apart from the tired snores and occasional groaning of both constructs and commandants, you are certain: everyone on the aircraft was alive. Miraculously, even if the chances of being so were as small as a pea.
A sharp pain in your mind knocks on your head. Ah, right. Although the realization finally hits you, the piercing pain in your head has yet to dull, after all of the events that unfolded. You wondered, how lucky you were to be alive, despite connecting with so many constructs, all the while maintaining a deep M.I.N.D. connection with Lee. Perhaps, the gods listened to your selfish plea.
After all, Lee came back alive. And he is sitting, silently beside you.
Arms crossed as he leaned on the chair you both sat in, his frame never leaving a hint of space between you. His mesmerizing cerulean eyes were hidden, eyes closed as he breathed so softly.
It's the first time you've seen Lee's frame up close. The first time as a hologram, the second after he emerged from the tower. And now, one glance away.
His hair was a lighter shade of blonde, long bangs covering up until his eyes. Face more defined, looking more mature, yet still so youthful. There weren't any scars on Lee's face anymore, unlike his Entropy frame. Despite his cold and neutral face, as he slept, you can't help but notice that he looked more gentle, softer. Your hand reached out carefully trying not to disturb his sleep, fingers lightly tracing from the top of his head, to the side of his face, to his lips— a thought passed your mind, but you shook your head instead.
As you pulled away, Lee's hand grabbed yours.
“You are shaking,” a whisper that tickled your ear brought you back to reality, “are you alright, my Commandant?”
My Commandant. He only called you that in a fierce, stoic tone. But now, his voice is so tranquil, you might have mistaken it as a phantom. A ripple rumbles through your chest. Lee's voice, although you've heard it so many times, never failed to make you shake, never failed to make you sigh of relief. Unlike his Entropy and Palefire frames, what changed? His new frame is gentler, softer, too. Grasping the warm blanket wrapped around you, you felt Lee lean closer to you. You looked back at him, finding a worried expression across his face.
A face you've seen for the first time, should have made you afraid. Yet, the new face is looking at you, the same way he used to. A sense of familiarity, a sense of comfort.
“I'm okay,” you admitted, “Please don't worry.”
The windows were tinted dark, a few shimmering stars outside. In the dim light of the evening haze, cerulean eyes looked down on you, calculating and quiet. “Is there something wrong? You seem distressed.”
Apart from all the events that conspired earlier, it's probably safe to say that you were far from okay. But you still held onto your words, “Nothing. I just...wanted to see you up close.”
Sturdy, mechanical arms wrapped themselves around your frail, tired body. The gesture made you sink into Lee's chest, a new wave of comfort entangling itself on both of your bodies. Yes, this was— and still is— the man you liked for a long time. And this was the same space you've always loved to drown in, away from the cold, war-struck world.
“Wasn't it you who told me not to shoulder everything,” Lee chuckled, “You can tell me the truth, my Commandant. I am here to bear it all with you.”
His words made you snort. “Oh, now you take my words?”
“I remember everything you say, orders and everything.”
The turbulence seemed to hit a little harder, as Lee held you tighter in his embrace. You found yourself nestled in his lap eventually, cradled like a child in your teammate's arms. You still looked at Lee, searching for something. Two awake individuals now converse in hushed tones.
“You're making me quite nervous, Commandant.” Lee spoke as you continued to stare at him.
“I still can't believe that you are here.” You childishly poked his puffed cheeks, “Are you sure you're real?”
Ah, there he is. His usual stoic expression as he looked at you nonchalantly. But they were quickly replaced with a warm smile, eyes softening at your antics. “My Commandant, I believe that we are still connected right now. Do you wish to check it?”
As far as you were concerned, what Lee said is true; the connection with him is still a brightly burning flame, signaling its closeness with you right now. Yet, as you continue to gaze at your teammate, who was looking elsewhere, another realization dawned on you. Reaching out to touch his neck, his shoulders, his metallic chest— all hardened, like a cyborg. But you can still feel it, in your fingertips, his heartbeat reflecting yours, a cadenza of fluttering butterflies.
“Commandant,” Lee took your shivering hand, looking at you as he brought the back of it to his lips, “I'm here, okay? I'm back. I'm holding you like this.”
He is. As you gazed at his face, the whims of today that brought cold demons do not sway so easily, your heart crumbling once more— the fear that gnawed you left and right back when you were at the foot of the impenetrable tower, helpless in front of bloodlusted monsters. The thought of earlier when blood spilled your hands came back to haunt you: an unprecedented future where Lee did not emerge from the tower, a grim call for humanity...what did it look like?
“Hearing you say that,” your voice cracked, a fresh wave of tears now threatening to spill from your tired eyes, “brings me so much comfort, Lee.”
How ironic. A few hours ago, you bravely put on your facade, welcoming Lee back when he emerged from the then-heteronomer tower. Your smile was bigger than all the countless turbulences you've faced, a plethora of hope that baptised the witnesses there. But with the silent ride home to Babylonia, Liv and the other healers now resting, all the other conscious and unconscious commandants and constructs, you couldn't help but break down now, an endless stream of worry, fear, and relief as a storm in your body. Silent sobs wreck through your body, but Lee— your Lee, yours— held you so tight.
“I'm sorry,” even in the gentlest tone, his apology only made you sob more, “I know I should have thought about it thoroughly, I should have planned it with you. But it was the only solution.”
He kissed your temple, his cold fingers interlacing with your shaky ones, “...to keep you alive.”
You should be happy; Lee is right. He's alive, everyone else is alive. The tower was now a purification one. Yet why, out of all the things you should be crying about, an unfathomable thought that crossed your mind— something about death, something about a dogtag drenched in the bluest vital fluid— made you cry more?
“Commandant [Y/N],” Lee calls your name, that it catches your attention, a skip in your heart, “You're so brave. I'm sorry that you went through so much. But right now, everything will be alright.”
As your sobs slow down, Lee leans closer to your face, a finger wiping away the stream of tears, his lips kissing them away. Wait. Have you ever been so intimate with Lee this way? It suddenly baffled you; sure, you were both aware of each other's affections, sneaking away to be with one another. The furthest thing you've both even gone to, was a simple kiss on the cheek in your bedroom, before Lee went away, claiming his cooling systems malfunctioned. The gravity of the situation made you snap out of your sadness.
“W-wait, Lee,” you weakly shimmied out of his embrace, “I-I thought you didn't want this-”
You vividly remember Lee hates public display of affection.
But right now, his expression was puzzled, as if confused with your reaction. “And?”
A timid blush creeps in your cheeks. Somehow, you were the one getting embarrassed.
“I thought you didn't want people to see this kind of,” you coughed, “...display.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I am just taking care of my Commandant. There's no other explanation.”
Ah, what a fickle mind you have. Embarrassed, you sunk deep into his arms, pouting as you hid your face in his chest. “Ah...sorry.”
Lee coughs, “But there is something I do want to talk to you about.”
Peering up at him, you cocked your head to the side, “The mission? Or...what happened earlier?”
He looked at you with a small smile, before a faint pink tint in his cheeks appeared. He tucked the blanket to your chest, before returning his fingers to the gaps in yours. “We will arrive in Babylonia soon. It may be a hellhole right now, but...your rest will be the priority.”
“Hey, what-”
“-Get some sleep for now, Commandant...”
Gentle cerulean eyes looked at you with an unfamiliar emotion. Was it really unfamiliar, or were you slowly succumbing to the lull of a well-needed sleep.
It felt like a dream. His touch, his voice, his gestures. Your mouth opens, trying to call out Lee's name. But the way his thumb caressed your intertwined hands, the safety of a cradle as he held you close, the faint smell of his scent—
You fall asleep by the time the aircraft docks at Babylonia's hangar.
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You remember the day you realized you liked Lee.
It was a little crush that bothered you like a bunny, hopping around the corners when it saw food nearby. You tried to ignore it, favoring the quiet, tranquil field, your battlefield for the fight against the virus. Yet, the longer you lingered in the field, the more of that man in blue with a cold facade and steeled eyes seem to capture your attention, far longer than any lesson you took in the F.O.S.
“Do you have any wish?” You remember Lee's sudden, peculiar question one day, at the Gray Raven lounge.
You were both chilling there, across one another; you were by the table, doing your paperwork, and him on the sofa, polishing his weapon. The question was so out of the blue. A few weeks after your initial meeting, and he was still in his Palefire frame. In honesty, what was your greatest wish? You were merely a fresh graduate, finally with a team assigned to you. You've been through the simulations, memorized every nook and crook of the books, and can even recite the constitution and the laws. All of this for the sake of humanity.
“Retaking Earth, having a future of peace.” was a simple way to put it.
But Lee only had a cold expression on his face, despondent eyes looking at you with judgement. You recognized this look, one that he'd been wearing every time you were around. You admitted him, earlier, his frigidity nearly makes you wet your pants. But when the last word escaped your lips, the expression changed for a split second— relief?— before it returned to its hardened state.
“I'm not asking you to do a pep talk.”
You pondered once more. Sure, humanity is needed. But guess not for Lee. What did you want, really? Ah, you remember the parcel you ordered, and the many more that were to come. Your wallet had been growing slimmer, too. Smiling, a stupid, yet practical idea sauntered to your young mind.
“Retiring as early as possible to get my pension?”
A life of pure ecstasy and glory. It wasn't so bad. But that look on Lee's face seemed to insinuate that he'd probably kill you and stage it as something else.
“Can you just give me one that is actually achievable?”
Is retiring early too much? When you looked up to Lee for another witty remark, you found yourself frozen. What once were steeled eyes were a noticeable shade of indigo, complimenting the blue patterns on his outfit. A clenched jaw, soft skin, a remarkable face that seemed to know so many things at once. You've always known you had a little bit of admiration for your team, with the tasks assigned to you little by little. But did you ever have your heart skip a beat whenever Lucia or Liv was around? You remember fierce and timid eyes looking at you, but never this cold. No, only Lee.
Only Lee could do that.
What little crush became a massive infatuation.
“Then,” sheepishly smiling, you felt your cheeks tint in the lightest shade, yet you still looked at Lee, “your smile?”
The question caught him off guard. Taking advantage of the situation, you decided to tease him further, “I want to see you smile more, Lee.”
You've always wanted to see him smile. One that was genuine, not commanded, nor forced. For the first time since your first meeting, there was a crack in his expression, a thin shade of pink dusting his own cheeks; a seemingly thin facade that only motivated you to open the lock that was presented to you.
“W-what-”
“You will scare everyone off with that intimidating look on your face,” you smiled, “So, please?”
Before the next moment could happen, the memory goes dark, and you open your eyes.
Your senses are out of place, lost as you tried to regain everything. First, your sense of smell returns as the scent of vanilla fills the room. Next is your hearing, the white noise of the air conditioner overwhelms the empty space. The feel of your bones and muscles, albeit sore and tired, felt weightless as you tried to lift your arms and legs up. The soft grasp of cotton and the mattress. When your vision returns, the white ceiling is adorned with the many trinkets you could remember sticking onto the top, the feeling of home asking to be welcomed. The comforts of the bed seemed to beg you to stay more, but you forced your body to sit up, the familiar scene of your room at the Gray Raven base now into view.
Did you...fall asleep? What time is it? You didn't want another lifetime of scolding waiting for you outside of your door. Lucia and Liv could be in the training room. And Lee...
An ominous feeling rattled your body. When you look down at your hands, a silent scream on your lips as you jump from the bed— your hands are tainted with a mixture of blue vital fluids and the brightest red.
Nearly falling onto the floor, lucky enough that you landed on your mattress. You suddenly remember everything—
“Lee!”
You forget your dignity. You forget your bare feet, you forget everything else. You had to find Lee. You had to. Running out of the door, you bolted to find the blonde man, the fear that you were too late to save him.
But before you could reach the last door that held all the answers you were looking for, a tall, study cushion prevented you from doing so.
“...dant! Commandant!”
A familiar voice. Snapping out of your fear-stricken trance, you felt yourself being pushed off slightly. A pair of worried cerulean eyes looking down at you.
“Commandant, I'm here!” A baritone voice, ones that made your eyes blur from the tears, “I'm here. I'm back.”
A comforting hold over you. A towering figure. The presence that could only make you crumble. Your teammate. The one that filled your quiet days.
“You're,” you choked, the dam of tears that spilled senselessly, “Lee, you're alive.”
He sighed in relief. Looking at you with a small smile, he said, “...You must be confused. Let's eat before we talk.”
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Sunnyside up egg and bacon, the other kind of egg being scrambled. Two plates, two pieces of toast. A coffee and a glass of milk. And you finished it all, your share with the sunnyside up. The other was close to finishing, with Lee still tinkering on the small robot that was on his side.
A part of you thinks rationally, as you shouldn't eat like a pig when in front of someone else. But you can't help but strive to satiate the hunger that was distracting you from doing anything else. Apart from that, the raging headache was now gone.
You noticed something different, though.
“Did you enjoy it, Commandant?”
You glanced at Lee, before looking back at your clean plate. You wanted to retort, but, you awkwardly laughed instead. “Thank you, I really enjoyed it, Lee.”
“You looked like you tasted something else though,” you raised your brow, before he added, “Your expression changed.”
“Ah,” you absentmindedly toyed with your fork, “...it tasted different. Did Liv cook this?”
A faint blush adorned his cheek. “I was the one who cooked the food. Liv did not participate at all.”
You blinked in surprise. Lee? Cooking?
“Really?” Bewildered, you reeled back, “It tasted so good. I want a second serving...”
You had nothing against Lee's skills. He followed all of the nitty gritty details of the cookbook he used, making the dish taste too bland or too dry. But the one you tasted seemed different.
“I can cook more for you then, Commandant,” Lee prepared to stand up, but you grabbed his arm.
“Later, later!” You beamed at him, “I'm quite surprised as it tasted...”
What were the right words? As his hand loosened on your grip, you blurted out, “Warm.”
“Did it now?” A teasing tone. You huffed out, which made him grin.
“I'm glad you think so. After all, you were asleep for two days.”
The events of before came rushing back, nearly overwhelming you. But Lee's hand in yours strengthened your resolve. There were still a few questions on your mind, like—
“I checked you up on the Star of Life.” Lee continued, “I couldn't leave you there, as they were still packed with all the other victims. They granted you to rest here, where we watched over you.”
“What about the other people with us at the surface?”
“They were treated as well, Commandant. Right now, they gave us a two-week rest, with everything trying to settle down and rebuilding whatever we can.”
You touched his hand, “What about...you?”
And he touched yours back. “I did, as soon as we had you here.”
“I see, thank you,” you looked down on the oversized shirt, before glancing at Lee's now reddening face.
“I- um, we helped you clean and dress up. Mostly Liv and Lucia.”
“Where are they now...?”
“They might be helping with the rebuilding. It's my turn to watch over you.”
You hummed, retreating your hand, a small sense of disappointment. A comforting, yet anxious silence enveloped the environment; you fiddled with your hands, trying to find the right words to say. But the longer you dwell, the more your anxiety grew.
“...I didn't think that my shirt would look good on you.”
Your feelings dissipated. You looked up, Lee looking away to hide his blush, “I wanted to give it to Murray, but I'm glad that I still had some left.”
“Th...thank you, Lee. It feels very comfortable.” It was normal, right? Wearing boyfriend shirts has been a trend lately. So why are you blushing like a tomato? Well, at least the two of you look like tomatoes.
“...I still have a few more,” Lee said, gathering the courage to look at you, “If you're not closed to the idea of having shirts like the one you are wearing now, then, let me know.”
The cloth did feel quite comfy, never mind how it rested above your knees. It also smelled like Lee— apple blossoms and summertime. You were hoping you could keep the shirt hidden, but you were glad you had his confirmation.
Another silence. At this point, you'd rather be swallowed by the ground whole than be stuck with the awkward air. As you thought about it, deeper in thought, you felt Lee's fingers reach for yours, index finger wrapped around your pinky. Looking up, Lee already had his eyes on you, cerulean eyes looking with the same unfamiliar emotion.
“Commandant,” Quietly, as if the glass in front of you would break, “...Are you scared?”
“No,” you shook your head, sighing, “I was only worried. I thought...”
“So, you are.” Tenderly, he brought your hand closer to his face, “I feel that I can't apologize enough.”
“No, no, Lee,” What were you doing? Your vision nearly blurs, guilt clawing at the back of your throat, that your voice feels so small, “It's okay, it really is...”
“You told me yourself that you'd allow me to share all my burdens,” Gently, he kisses your fingers one by one, his eyes closed, “That we're doing this together until the end. You and I— you are no exception.”
Lee doesn't leave any finger unkissed, warm lips on your fingertips, before he trailed his kisses to the side of your hand, to the pulse on your wrist. Ah, he knows. He knew about the flash of blood on your hands, the haunting memory between the both of you. The first drop of your tears escaped. Then another. Until it became an endless stream, running down your face.
“I'm sorry, Commandant, for scaring you.” He opened his eyes, revealing glossy ones, mirroring your sad expression, “But I assure you; I am here, I'm sitting with you, I'm next to you now.”
Two of his hands are now on your wrist, hovering over his jaw, words brewing at the tip of his tongue. Does he know about your hammering heartbeat? How this very gesture, so intimate, so real— there are words far beyond comprehension, beyond verbal communication, that wishes to be said. But all it took was the way he looked at you, your hands on his. He pulls you closer, eased comfortably in his awaiting lap.
“In the tower,” he admitted, “The frame knows something, and I can't tell Asimov unless I tell you first.”
“What do you mean?”
His fingers are now on your cheek, wiping away all of your tears, looking at you with such sincerity, it nearly breaks your heart, “I saw the future.”
It made you freeze. The future? It didn't seem true. But you trusted Lee, and you would safeguard everything he said to protect him.
“Like...you saw it happen?”
He nods, “I do. I can even go back into the past. I used to remember it all so clearly, but...”
A twinge of dread sinks in your stomach, whispering, “you can't anymore?”
“...In the end, I can still remember the worst that happened.”
Lee's free hand cups your cheek, and you only noticed it now, the vibrant color of his cerulean eyes, reflected so bright. “I lost you in all of them.”
It hits you faster— you weren't the only one who suffered. Lee, your Lee, battled his own demons inside of the tower. It made your stomach sink, your heartbeat wild in your chest. Your Lee, who had always been so calculating and ahead of everything, had the fear that you also had.
The vivid thought of your hand wrapped around a bloodied dogtag washes over you. But you tried to push it away from your mind, opting to cup Lee's cheeks.
“Lee,” words die on your throat, “I'm...”
“That's why I need to tell you this, Commandant,” he inhaled deeply, that a shiver ran down your spine—
Was he going to ask to step down? To leave Gray Raven, to leave...you?
His face was dangerously close to yours now, your breathing tangled with yours, your warmth clinging to his skin, “I never want to be away from you again, Commandant.”
You held your breath. In the heat of the afternoon haze, Lee's arms are on your waist, the other on your cheek; you, on his lap, holding his face. All of the thousand words, unsaid during the ride home, poured in like a fountain. His thumb wipes away the last tear from your eyes, mouth curling into a smile.
“I may not hold what lies in the future, or how long until our end will arrive, but right now, I will not hesitate to spend all of our precious time together. I want to protect you. I will do everything I can to keep on saving you, even if I have to give my life.”
He drives the final nail onto his words, “I like you. I like you far too much, that if I don't see you anymore, then I will never know what to do.”
A confession. Lee was never this honest or upfront. It rattled you to the core, that a simple event made him change like this. Honest, upfront, intimate. But you only shook your head, the hold over him tightened.
“No,” you breathed out, “I can't lose you like that, Lee. I never want to lose you.”
“Save me all you want, but you know that I'll do the same,” you muttered, leaning to press your lips onto his cheeks, “But I won't only die for you. I will live for you.”
“I-”
“I like you, too, Lee. I like you that I would rather watch the world burn than to see you gone from me.”
In this very small space, you could hear his heartbeat echo alongside yours. His grip on your waist tightens, and you are leaving kisses on his face. There is a feeling that bubbles inside of you. You wanted to call him that word— something you've been craving to say that it aches too much in your mouth, asking to be confessed. But you already know that neither of you are ready to say it, nor accept it.
“Commandant-”
“Say my name, Lee,” your voice breaks, as your hands itch to wrap them around Lee, too touch-starved to care if this kind of intimacy breaks both of your boundaries, “I want to hear you say it.”
“[Y/N],” Lee's voice said your name so softly, that your heart flutters, “[Y/N],”
You've only heard Lee call your name with your title. But now, in the heat of this moment, as he calls your name, you never wanted anything more than to kiss him. Already leaning to close the missing gap, but you hesitate. You were really going to break all of the other boundaries you've both set for one another. So you lean away, slightly disappointed.
“[Y/N]?”
“I'm sorry, Lee.” A small pout on your lips, “I really...want to kiss you.”
“...I do, too.” You notice the pink in his cheeks grew darker, “...I want to kiss you. I want to do many things with you, [Y/N].”
Ah, a clear sign. One that makes your heart erupt with joy, one that made the grin on your face uncontrollable.
“Then, kiss me, Lee,” you said, cupping his cheeks, “I want you to kiss me.”
And he does. Your arms are wrapped on his shoulders, his lips on your waist. Closing the aching gap, that your bodies are pressed onto each other, it reminds you of the collision of stars— merging into one. Kissing Lee for the first time is soft, gentle, with a hint of neediness and satisfaction. One where the longer you've kissed, breaking away only to find a string of saliva on your lips, an unbearable need to kiss each other once more, that it deepens.
It distracts you, however— his hands tease along your bare thighs, fingers lightly tapping on your skin. You only move closer, his hands finding themselves wrapped on the back of your thighs.
“Lee,” you whispered, pulling away to find a string of saliva as you catch your breath, “can you touch me more, please? I want to know if this is real.”
“This is real,” he affirms, guiding your legs to wrap themselves on his hips, “...And I am touching you right now.”
He wastes no time kissing you again, one hand on your cheek, the other caressing your hips. Your hands, however putty, start to pull on his own clothes, finding where his buttons could be. Lee must have noticed it, when you breathe for air, he chuckles.
“Hyperreal isn't like my Entropy or Palefire, [Y/N]. Seems like I'll be the one taking them off, as you don't know where.”
“Such a tease,” you pout, “You should have asked Asimov to put some buttons or zipper somewhere to easily take off your clothes.”
“Well,” Lee coughs, “I honestly did not think that I would be making out with my Commandant in the future.”
It made you laugh loudly, fingers grazing his chin, “Cute. Well, I guess your prophecy skills are a bit too rusty, hm?”
“Mm,” Lee leans to brush his nose on the side of your face, “I did not forsee that an attractive girl like you would be on my lap right now, being so receptive and kind to me.”
The statement made you blush. “Cut it, and I thought you were the one who gets flustered easily.”
“Th-” Lee pulls away, revealing his adorable pout, paired with the raging blush on his cheeks, made you want to remember this sight forever, “That's because there is something wrong with my cooling system.”
“Even now on your new frame?”
He sighs. “I'm starting to think that it's not because of the cooling system...���
“Oh, you admit it now?”
“...Yeah,” he takes a strand of your hair in between his fingers, twiddling, “I think it's because of you, [Y/N].”
“Why is it my fault now?”
“You...” Lee pauses, before looking at you, “...you make me think of things to the point of overthinking. You keep overriding my logic, always skewing my predicted data.”
“I'm sorry?” Awkwardly applogizing, but Lee only laughs.
“Do you know what you're doing to me, [Y/N]?”
“Mm, no,” your hands play with Lee's hair, behind his ear, “Pray tell?”
“You skewer with the data because...you create scenarios in my M.I.N.D. You drive me insane to the point that I have to investigate the data, correct it again, so that it won't interfere with mine.”
“What kind of data tampering do I do, Lee?” You were teasing at this point, Lee's ears turning red, “Explain it more.”
“You...” He wanted to throw a retort, but your teasing is relentless, that he only looks deep in your eyes, “You make me think of things that I want to do with you, that only lovers do.”
There you go. Your stomach flutters at the thought that you both shared the same sentiments.
“What kind, Lee?” You dropped your voice into a whisper, leaning to his ear, “Can you show me?”
“No, I-”
“-Don't hold back on me. That's an order.”
Under the light of the dining room, Lee's cerulean eyes turn into a darker shade, a low growl on his throat. Not a moment later, he hoists you by your ass and carries you onto the table, large hands touching your bare thighs. His face was still dangerously close to yours, lips touching, but not enough to leave a kiss.
“I'm not sure if I can please you enough,” he whispered, “But God, I want to touch you, [Y/N].”
The desperation in his voice. The slight shaking in his hands. Eager lips waiting to kiss you over and over— what a perfect concoction to appease the growing greed that was brewing down there. You decided to close the gap, hoping it was enough to answer the question Lee asked.
“Touch me more, Lee,” you whined when you pulled away slightly, hands all over his chest, “I want you. I need you so much.”
Lee doesn't waste any time. He kisses you once more, before carrying you once more in his arms. You leave it up to him, as he carries you back to your room, albeit clumsily as you feel yourself gently be squished in between the walls as he fumbles with the direction. But you don't mind, not when the kiss becomes fervent enough, tongue dipping to taste Lee's, to taste where you could reach. Your whines grow louder when you feel yourself lowered onto the soft surface— the bed— and the click of the door shut.
When you opened your eyes, Lee was already in the middle of taking off his upper clothes, revealing bionic skin in his shade, a glowing mark in the middle of his chest. Nevermind the way his arms looked, but the sight as he slowly undressed himself was enough to make your mouth (and probably your private area) water.
“Do you like the view?” Lee teases. Mindlessly, you nodded.
“Pretty...” you dawdled, admiring the glowing mark on his chest, “you're so pretty, Lee...”
“You should see yourself, [Y/N].”
Grasping to touch yourself, you realized that the shirt you were wearing was already raised to your tummy, revealing your panties. You didn't know what you looked like, really. But you trust Lee.
“I can't,” you smugly smiled, “Mind telling me what I look like now, Lee?”
As soon as he was finished in taking off his upper clothing, he leaned down, caging you in between his buff body. “Beautiful,” he said, thumb caressing your lips, “You look so delectable.”
Kissing you once more. Heat settles in between your pressed bodies, incessant hands reaching where they could. Gently, Lee's lips kissed your jaw, trailing to your ear. Softly, slow hands fiddling with the hem of his— now yours— shirt, teasing by the dip of your stomach. Butterfly kisses along your neck, nibbling so little, in a place where only Lee can see. A primal need gnawed at your heart; perhaps Lee's mark could be enough to satiate the need, right?
You craned your neck to him, muttering, “More, please.”
Hesitation sits where his lips were, short breaths fanning it. “Are you...are you sure?”
“Please,” your pleas somehow sound like a breathless moan, “We have two weeks to be here, right?”
You didn't see what his expression looked like, but he seemed convinced, teeth grazing on one particular spot that made you moan. And Lee devilishly nibbles on it.
“As you wish then, Commandant.”
Ah, the title again. You wanted to answer back, but Lee seemed to know where your weak spots were, with you writhing from pleasure. After the assault on your neck, his trail of kisses paused as he lifted off your shirt, revealing your breasts in their naked glory. Shimmying out of the shirt, you felt embarrassed already, covering yourself, in nothing but your underwear.
But Lee only held your hips, “Let me see you, [Y/N].”
“I-I don't think I have the best body, y'know,” you admitted, looking away, “It might not be perfect.”
Lee doesn't say a word. Taking your hands, he looks at you, before bringing it to his lips.
“[Y/N], look at me,” you do, mouth shut, “Tell me what you think of these hands?”
“Um,” you ponder for a moment, “For patting you?”
He smiles a bit, before kissing the back of your hands. “They can be used like that. But these are gentle hands, ones that use weapons to protect her comrades.”
He begins to trail kisses again, on your arms, to your shoulders, to your neck. You softly moaned as he kissed the side of your head, hearing him say, “Your arms are strong enough to carry your teammates, shouldering your strength that helps those you've always wanted to reach.”
“You're incredible, [Y/N],” he purred, kissing your clavicle, kissing you all the way, in between the valley of your breasts, “You are so beautiful, so powerful.”
Kissing and kissing your breasts, fondling them with care. You cry out his name from the sensitivity, the fluttering feelings all around you. He doesn't break eye contact as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it, and playing with the other.
Your mouth is a chorus, now— babbles of "Lee, Lee", "more, please", that the way he caged you perfectly in between his legs, you couldn't help but drown in the way he's holding you.
A while later, his lips travel to your stomach, your waist, a teasing little kiss on your hips— hoisting your legs up to his broad shoulders. He looks at you, as if asking you to not look away.
“[Y/N],” his voice sounds so sultry, mesmerizing you, “You may think that you're not perfect, but to me, you've always been so...holy, divine.”
Lee pressed a kiss to your ankles, to your legs, your knees, “I could worship you forever like this,” a few more kisses on the back of your legs- “I'll do this just so you know how much I adore you.”
How intimate, how devoted your Lee was— with your legs so close to his chest, you could feel his heartbeat thrumming. It was beating so loud like yours, a perfect mirror that rumbled in every part of your body, pulsating with so much want and need, that it made you want to pull him closer.
“Lee,” you moaned, feeling his lips slowly kiss your knees, trailing to the inside of your thighs, “Lee,”
“I'm right here,” He pressed a kiss to your weeping, clothed cunt, sending a jolt throughout your body, “Let me hear you more, my [Y/N]. Don't cover your mouth.”
You don't. Not when he sucks your clothed cunt with such vigor, your back arching for him. Your hands find themselves seeking respite in his hair, as he pulls down your soaked underwear, agonizingly slow. Wiggling out of it, you peered down to look at Lee, nearly drooling at the way your pussy was displayed all for him. You felt yourself dripping with want.
“God,” Lee groaned, a mix of a breathless moan and sigh, his fingers experimentally rubbing your labia, “You're even so beautiful down here, my [Y/N].”
You moaned at his words, hole clenching around nothing. You've touched yourself down there on fairly lonely nights, wishing it was Lee's hands instead of your own. But right now, as he rubs your slit with your slick, how lewdly your own mouth betrayed you, you may as well wish those lonely nights won't return, as the real thing was far better than your imagination.
“Lee, stop teasing,” you whined, “Touch me more.”
“I am already doing that,” he said, “Do you not feel it?”
“Well, honestly, with the way you're- nngh-”
He licked a long stripe on your slit, causing you to moan out loud. Hearing your reaction, Lee licks the same spot once more, making you twitch. But his hands are faster, holding your hips.
“Delectable,” He said, licking his lips, “I want to taste more.”
His lips latch onto your peeking clit, lapping at you like a starved man. It's messy, yet so hot— fingers prodding your hole, Lee's mouth on your needy pussy. You've lost all common sense at this point, fingers grasping tightly on his hair, babbling senselessly for Lee, tears crying as he works you out of your climax. You badly wish it wasn't a dream; your fingers could no longer do justice to the way Lee was taking you right now. It doesn't take any longer, though— you tried to warn Lee, but you came so unexpectedly, squirting uncontrollably with a loud cry of Lee's name.
You tread the wonders of your high, shaking with ultimate pleasure, as Lee dutifully coaxed out your juices, licking you clean. When you've come down, you've noticed Lee hovering above you, cerulean eyes still clouded with lust, yet with appreciation.
“That's it,” he cooed, fingers brushing away the hair that covered your face, “you're so amazing, my [Y/N].”
You moaned as he leaned down to kiss you, hands wrapped to cradle you, and you could taste yourself, cum and slick, on his lips. But you never minded that— let alone how hot it felt.
“Do you still want to do this?” Lee asked, looking at you with concern, “We can call it a day when you're overwhelmed.”
“No,” you said, pulling him closer, “We're past the point of no return. Besides...”
Placing a hand on his cheek, to which he leaned, you spoke, “I want you to be my first, Lee.”
He freezes. Looking up, he muttered, “A-are you sure? I don't want you to regret it.”
“I will never mind if it's you.” You smiled, “If anything, I want to give it all to you. I...adore you far too much. You'll only make my wishes come true.”
Lee thought for a moment, before looking back at you. “We're the same, then.”
Swiftly taking off his boxers, Lee's cock stands tall and proud, bouncing off to his stomach. You marveled at the sight, mouth-watering once more. You reached out to wrap your hands around the shaft, causing Lee to moan.
“Pretty,” you massaged the shaft, smearing the tip that had his pre-cum, “you're so big, too.”
Tall and long, and you feared he'd be too big to fit inside of you. It was veiny, with the fat mushroom tip with a lot of pre-cum. You wanted to put him in your mouth to return the favor, but with your cunt crying out loud of his cock, you wanted nothing more but to ask him to bury himself inside of you.
Lee looked like he could cum from your touch alone. But he doesn't want to— no, he had to be inside of you. He swallows his moans down, but the longer you jerk him, whiny groans and whimpering began to overwhelm him.
“Let me- hah,” Lee steals one last kiss on your cheek, before preparing to align himself to take your maidenhead, “I want you, [Y/N].”
“And I need you, Lee.” You cupped his cheek, whining as you felt his tip catch your clit, cock rubbing your drenched pussy, “I need you inside of me.”
Lee helps himself, guiding his cock in. You moaned out loud as you felt the tip prod your quivering hole, hands tightly grabbing onto his shoulders. Lee immediately holds your hips, a few shallow thrusts to help you accommodate his size. Your mouth slips out moans, eyes rolling back as half of his cock is already inside of you. But God, did you already feel so full, brushing a soft spot inside of you.
“[Y/N],” Lee stutters, heavily sigh that became a moan, “You feel so t-tight, hah,”
“Lee,” you cried out as he thrusted shallowly, weakly pulling his arm, “you're so big...”
“Shh, I'm sorry, I'm almost there,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your lips, “A little bit more.”
You scream his name as Lee finally bottoms out, triggering your second orgasm. Lee could only moan as he grasped your hips, groaning at the way you tightened, squeezing him without mercy. But he still rubs your hips, easing you back to reality.
“Fuck,” Blurring out, but hearing him curse, made you involuntarily clench around him, “You're not only tight, but you're nearly killing me here.”
“S-sorry,”
Lee only thrusts into you as an answer. Squeaking from the sensitivity, you tried to reason out, but failed as Lee chuckled.
“It's not your fault, [Y/N]. I guess it means I'm good, hm?”
Bastard. Still so cocky. You pouted, “You are mean.”
“And you're so pretty.”
Lee resumed thrusting in and out of you, the recoil making your breasts bounce. One hand holds your hips, the other on your hand, taking them to his lips. As pleasure starts to build despite your sensitivity, you somehow recognize the gravity of the situation: Lee's smell, your nearly-fucked out senses, the creak of your bed, and the way he was still making love to you, your virginities now given to each other. Lee fucks into you just right, the cock hitting all of the spots that made you babble. Everything was overwhelmingly good, that you arched off of the bed, his cock hitting inside of you deeper.
“Lee,” you cried out, “Lee, God,”
“I'm here,” he leaned to you, “I'm here.”
You never wanted this moment to end. You forget your responsibilities, you forget the war— even just for a moment, everything was perfect for the both of you. As Lee settles your legs in his shoulders, the intense feeling is knotting at the bottom of your stomach, waiting to snap.
“[Y/N],” Lee cooed, “Are you going to come?”
“Y-yes,” you moaned, “I wanna come with you-”
“I'm almost there,” as if adhering to your needs, Lee slips his fingers to your clit, rubbing it, “You can do it.”
Your climax really is coming, alongside Lee's. But before the knot snaps, you realize that Lee is still speaking.
“[Y/N],” in between moans and your whining, Lee gripped your hands, cerulean eyes glimmering. “My [Y/N]-”
“-I love you.”
You teetered so close to the edge that you couldn't process his words. But it was enough to reach your climax. Writhing, you felt yourself be filled with something down there, you and Lee moaning each other's names. He rests his head in between your shoulders. And you were perfectly content with the weight on top of you.
It takes you a few moments to process it. In between catching breaths, his hair in your fingers, your other hand fiddling with his own, the message seems clear.
“Are you okay?” Lee asked as soon as he was back on top of you, still sheathed inside of you, “Did I hurt you?”
“No...” Your eyes must be glimmering like his, as your tears began to blur your vision, “What a charming man you are, Lee.”
Lee understood, but he still feigned ignorance. “Hm? How so.”
Pressing your hands flat on his chest, you felt his heartbeat, slowing down to a normal one, and it made you wish that you could stay like that forever.
“I love you, too, Lee.” These were words you've longed to say after all. “I will always love you.”
Lee only smiled, cheeks tinted in the bright shade of pink, “...I'm glad you heard that, then, my [Y/N].”
How funny that the ride home seemed silent. But the words were far better spoken out loud in the end.
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BONUS:
“Lee! Commandant! We're back!”
The sound of the door opening at the Gray Raven lounge reverberates. Two figures emerge inside, carrying a bag full of ingredients.
“Lee?” Liv asked, looking around, “Where is he?”
“It's unlike him to leave so abruptly.” Lucia shrugged, “Let's check on the Commandant.”
Leaving the bag on the table, Liv and Lucia trotted to the Commadant's room, finding two figures sleeping next to each other.
“Oh,” Lucia whispered, beckoning Liv to be silent, “They're here. Lee's sleeping next to the Commandant.”
“I see...” Liv looks around to find clothes all over the floor. “Did someone break in? Why is the floor messy?”
“I don't know. Lee was probably trying to dress the Commandant.”
“I noticed the plates were also unwashed. Did the Commandant already wake up?”
“We'll just ask later when Lee's awake.”
When the door of the Commandant's room finally closed, a loud slap could be heard.
“Ow, [Y/N]-”
“I am never going to go out of this room.” You sighed in embarrassment, remembering that the hickies on your neck are very visible, and you're probably aware that you couldn't walk. “I'm screwed.”
“We just did.”
“Lee!”
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hi, it's amy!! i did not expect this kind of reaction and there's a lot of questions-- so much more than i expected--which has made me very happy. i've mostly left them on a rolling queue so if your question hasn't been answered yet, it's coming i haven't ignored you :)
there's been a lot of repeat questions about some things so this is just a quick FAQ to clear things up and not clog the dash with the same answers.
CONTENT WARNINGS?
This post is spoilery, but content warnings for the game here.
Will we able to choose X, Y, and Z?
Pertaining to the band, I will make it type-in and customizable as much as possible. Right now you can:
Choose your band's name.
their genre
the name of your song and the theme (as of right now, the theme will be choice-based so i can have the variables and write accordingly)
whether your band has a unifying 'aesthetic' or you guys all wear whatever you want on stage
you'll be able to occasionally write lyrics, it'll be a combination of typing in and 'filling the blanks' and if your MC is co-songwriting, it'll also be choices
your band's approach to their image, whether they're underground or mainstream, kid-friendly or 'devil music' according to parents (lol)
and more. i really want infamous to be as customizable as possible.
Pertaining to your MC:
the usual stuff is customizable: (name/surname, appearance, height, pronouns, gender identity etc)
personality and public image is up to you. customize whether you're controversial, whether you have strong stage presence, whether you're a fame/money hungry social climber or a passionate ~artist~ etc etc.
The things that are set with your MC:
their age is set. where your MC was born and raised up until middle school will be headcannon, but they are American. The state in which you grew up after that will be headcannon. no matter what, you grew up with seven and you met your bandmates freshman year of high school.
your MC idolizes G and Misfit Alley. They will think and feel like a fan, at least in the beginning, and that can't be changed. Of course, whether you maintain a cool face or go crazy and act like a fan is up to you.
your MC cares about Seven. They were your best friend since you were 11, so it makes sense. Of course, you can choose whether your MC wants to mend the relationship or is just as angry, and even if your MC has accepted Seven is their past and they need to move on, but Seven isn't someone MC just doesn't give a fuck about. it wouldn't make sense.
Do we have to engage in an affair to romance G or Victoria?
Yes.
MC is a doormat/loser/isn't as talented as everyone else!!
You're wrong.
I will not be answering about this anymore.
Read.
What is a sub-romance?
It’s the same as a romance except your decisions do not influence how it ends and it is controlled by the narrative. I have full control on whether the romance succeeds or fails based on what the narrative requires.
Do we have to [insert anything about Seven]?
Lol, these are prob the most frequently asked questions but you do not have to hate Seven the way they hate you. there's going to be a variety of approaches toward seven.
but they will hate you no matter what! at least in the start of the route.
you can
be former friends and then reconcile as lovers
be former friends and reconcile as friends
be former lovers and reconcile as friends
be former lovers and reconcile as lovers
be former lovers/friends and not reconcile at all
Why are they like this? Why can't they be like [this]?
Yes, I have gotten this question already 😭 i really want to be clear that these characters aren't completely moral people. they will do problematic things (obviously not bigoted things, dw) they will fuck up, they will be toxic, they will probably (emotionally) lash out at MC sometimes (and MC can do so in return). i just want to make it clear now so i don't surprise anyone when the story gets more plot heavy.
they will also engage sexual acts, do drugs, drink, party, do terrible shit yk...
that's showbiz, baby !
Do we have to engage in [insert sexual or immoral behavior here]?
Nope.
Attitude wise, your MC can theoretically be a pure glittery unicorn who has never had a mean or immoral thought in their life.
Is NSFW allowed?
Yes.
Can I call August [insert gendered term here]?
Nope!
Do we have to have a crush on Orion?
No.
Do we have to romance anyone at all?
While this is a romance-centered story, I'm going to insert a non-romance platonic play-through for people who just want to play with the fame parts. Soo no.
Can we be friends with Soft Violence?
Yep, you can befriend the members of Soft Violence.
Seven and Avina.
I won't be answering questions in terms of Savina and Avina's relationship as that is spoilery. But I will say that Seven is an RO and the MC is the main character. No false advertising here :)
So we can end up with Seven?
Yes.
Do we have to?
No. You can end the story hating or ignoring Seven.
Can we romance multiple ROs?
Yes, but there will be a point where you can only romance one RO outside of the G-Vic-MC poly.
Can we romance G and V individually?
Yes.
Can we romance Rowan?
As of right now, no plans for that!
Does every route have angst?
Yes. August has the least.
Can we write songs about the ROs/will it be acknowledged?
Yes and yes.
Subromances?
Dakota, Blake (you meet in the prologue) and E (you meet in chapter 2) are sub-romances.
There’s (possibly) one more.
Be warned: sub-romances are at the mercy of my writing.
Who the f**k is Dakota?
Spoilery!
Will you be having a plan for the next update?
As of right now, it's a release-when-done deal. Maybe if my life is more organized I'll actually have plans set lol! I'll try to keep things updated as much as I can.
Can you add [customizable thing]?
You can suggest it but I can't guarantee it will be added!
Does choosing a bus lock you out of Seven's romance/stay for the whole game?
The bus you choose stays the same the entire story and no, it does not lock you out of a Seven romance. Really you'll just miss some 'bus exclusive' scenes.
Can we draw the characters or imagine them differently?
Do as you wish and imagine them as you wish! So as long as you do not whitewash them.
Can we write fanfiction?
Sure! I just won’t reblog or interact in order to protect myself!
Twine?
In the future and if I ever learn to code twine.
You don't answer my questions.
Sorry. I don't mean to ignore your ask. Or it's spoilery and I can't! Sometimes I also miss mentions. I try my best to see them all!
This is problematic for me.
That is the point. I will not be sanitizing Infamous. Apologies in advance!!! 🙏
I don't like [this].
Don't read it :)
[Suggestion]
I listen to them all! Doesn’t mean I’ll add them though :)
[Music Rec]
Even if I don’t reply, I do see it and add it into a queue to add it to the Infamous master playlist! I love song recs!
[Any praise or kind words or jokes]
i am so grateful and even if i do not reply (to avoid spamming), i read it all ! (and giggle to myself)
Do not:
request things rudely please. I take into consideration all requests if they are said politely. It doesn’t hurt to be kind :)
whitewash my characters of color
follow or engage in infamous if you are under 18 ! <3
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thats all i can think of now, but i know there's more i just haven't noted them. if there's any more i'll make sure to add it here, if you guys have any questions that weren't answered pls send them my way and thanks again for your interest!
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Curently thinking about the Kara being adopted fic. Ngl, I kinda wanted to know what his original family was like? Imagine he was supposed to live a life of luxury since his biological parents were rich, but fate intervened, causing Kara to be where he is now, with his brothers??? Idk why, but I some times think of how crazy it would be if Kara's parents would have lived. Not me making another AU somehow 😭
Oh, I never really gave his original family's background much thought beyond "I wonder if he was born before or after the sextuplets, it'd be funny if he was actually older / younger than everyone lol". The thing that had me losing sleep was thinking about him making the effort to know more about his parents, the way he'd mourn them, the way the others would help him through it, bruh I literally daydreamed for days on end about them going to Sapporo and what that'd be like for everyone, if the fact that he was adopted ever came up in a fight and how everyone would react aksfjksdf etc.
That said, I think that wondering about what any of the sextuplets would've been like if they had been raised without siblings is a question that can get pretty, PRETTY meta.
After all, one of the main themes in Osomatsu-san is that the siblings are kind of unhealthily codependent :-/c They're too used to their group dynamic and they're so used to being othered by others on the basis of being sextuplets and not being the best at integrating social groups that aren't their own*, that they simply can't break out of that status quo for good.
(*parenthesis: I've seen people argue that even Todomatsu, for all that he brags about being socially savvy, only really manages to engage people on a superficial level. You have to pay attention to the type of conversations he has with his friends to realise that. Honestly? IDK. Personally, I'd argue that from a writers POV there's not a lot of motivation to hint at him having meaningful conversations with extras, and that's why all his friendships SEEM superficial. It could be that Totty's issue is just that he's not serious-serious about rising in the social pyramid properly. And part of the why could be the point I discuss below)
Expanding on the last point, I think Totty actually exemplifies perfectly how the sextuplets kind of keep each other stuck, wether intentionally or through the power of inertia. And I say this while keeping in mind that Matsunos one through five were actually behaving (as much as they can lol) UNTIL they realised that Totty had lied about being a sextuplet, being a NEET, etc etc, which is hurtful af and these guys are unhinged in a group so ofc they were going to sabotage.
Wo with that in mind, what would it mean for Karamatsu of all people to not be INSIDE that type of group?
I think the one AU were we get to see a glimpse at what everyone would be like had they been raised as only children is Denki Mystery (MY BELOVED), in which Karamatsu actually happens to be raised by Matsuzo and ends up becoming a journalist for a supernatural magazine (love that for him lol, love that he still had Matsuzo's influence and I choose to believe that's how he maintains a vague fixation on the 80s, love that he studied journalism which is not an easy career, love that he ended up working in a spooky magazine, love it).
So! To answer your question! in the context of the Adopted Kara AU, I think an Only Child!Karamatsu would be a lot like Karatsugu, in that he'd be forced to be more down-to-earth. Karatsugu still has some Kara-Kara moments, but for the most part he's independent and unafraid to speak out his mind, and it shows... and it's just a flavour thats ever so slightly different from canon!Karamatsu like, yeah, we Karamatsu wander on his own a lot, we see him say stuff that's unpopular with characters like Totoko and Choromatsu and Totty, but Karatsugu... He just does it different. I wonder if its his journalism training showing through. Like, he still plays the role of mediator and pacifier alot, much like Karamatsu; He tries to keep the group from fighting too seriously, but where Karamatsu sometimes falls to group mentality or is simply too passive, Karatsugu often surprised me with dialogue that felt more assertive, more rational than Kara's, more based on him trying to be objective.
I think an OC!Karamatsu would also feel a bit more absorbed by whatever interests he has. I remember reading an analysis on Ozou (Denki Mystery!Osomatsu) that highlighted how, without siblings and without the role of the eldest, Osomatsu felt even more listless than usual. Unlike Karamatsu, Osomatsu doesn't really have interests that are obvious to us viewers (besides gambling?), let alone hobbies to hyperfixate on to the degree that Kara does. Osomatsu is very comfortable in the place he takes within the sextuplets dynamic. Without it, Ozou gives off the feeling of being nice and caring and chill, but he's distant in a way, it's like something's lacking. It seems that he struggled to make connections that allowed him to explore himself through others, which landed Ozou in the role of a nice taxi driver, a guy that's everyone's good friend but no one's best friend. His is perhaps the saddest story in Denki Mystery.
I started talking about Osomatsu because it is my belief that Choukei were both HEAVILY influenced by their role as eldest siblings. Karamatsu less so than Osomatsu, as he's the second eldest, but still. Karamatsu is also the type of personality that seeks connection, that is gregarious, that likes to maintain good relationships with those he's close to. We've seen in canon that Karamatsu is sensitive to both friends and family's moods, that he'll go along with what they want if it's what they expect of him (even if he doesn't always want to, it took 3 seasons for him to realise that he can opt out of situations if he wants lol), that he can and will act responsibly almost on instinct if he decides that he must.
Without siblings, Karatsugu just gives off this vibe that he really, really fixated on journalism, and everything that involved his father's job. Which makes sense... this is a bit of a headcanon, but I feel like fantasy plays a big role in the way Karamatsu relates to and understands reality. Like, Kara is a biiit of an idealist, he's an empath too, he's introduced to us as an ex-actor. I can't help but see him as the type that relies on stories to (try to?) understand how other people see the world. He's aware that he plays different roles for different people but he also wants to play the lead, and because he sometimes gets too lost in his own fantasy world, the end result is the flamboyant, nonsensical guy we all know and love.
You know what grounds him most effectively? His siblings. Sure, there's many skits where the joke is that his siblings (mainly Choromatsu and Todomatsu) fail at bringing him back to reality, but in other Ososan media we also get plenty of moments where either: 1. Karamatsu gets serious because someone asks him to drop the theatrics seriously enough, or 2. He realises that he's in a situation where HE (no one else!) NEEDS to get serious, so he gets serious.
So, Karamatsu without siblings? This guy who seeks connection so desperately? I think he'd end up looking for it in other people, but also in things like stories, music, things that let him know that what he thinks and feels is something that others also think and feel, hobbies that let him believe that he can connect with others on that level too.
Karatsugu for example, is amazing in that its our dear ditzy Kara-kara, filling out so, so confidently the role you'd expect a journalist to fill. He's interested in others, he quite evidently uses his job as a way to get to know more about the world around him + the people who cross his path, he poses good questions a lot of the time, he suspends disbelief too since, well, he is working for a supernatural magazine. He's just a perfect mix of eagerness to connect with people, tamed by the hat of professionalism and by the fact that he HAS had to learn to be self-reliant.
So with all that said, when I think of OnlyChild!Karamatsu I kind of envision a guy that's going to be soooo into his hobbies, so very extra about them, a musical theatre kid through and through that's just ever so obviously quite lonely. Like... you know all those sad!Karamatsu fics? Where Kara is secretly lonely and whatnot (love them btw, fic writers you are valid idc what people say), when in canon he's happy-go-luck for the most part and his introspective moments mainly show after he's had a reality check?
I think this Karamatsu, heart-on-his-sleeve, wants-to-be-useful, empathetic Karamatsu, would feel somewhat jealous of his 5 cousins. Because see, it's one thing to be a only child on your own, and to have no one to compare yourself to, your reality is the default and that's that. It's quite another to have cousins and to see that they get to always have someone to play with, that they've got each others back for the most part, that they make a group you kind of want to belong to but that you just can't integrate in the way they do.
It'd be interesting because on one hand, I do see Karamatsu as being vulnerable to being taken advantage of in an attempt to "belong", but I also think that deep down and especially as time goes on just KNOW the he can't belong. He'd definitely end up with a sense of individuality that's stronger than what current Karamatsu has... and on the other hand, he'd actually feel as othered as fanon!Karamatsu sometimes is made out to be.
Because lbr, in canon, no matter how eccentric Karamatsu is, part of the reason why he's not self-conscious about it is that in the back of his mind he's comforted by the knowledge that no matter how far he takes his bits, he'll always have a group he belongs to, a group he loves and that he trusts to love him. He wrote them a song for gods sake lol. When you're on your own, being a dissonant note (especially in a society like Japan's) takes a lot more spoons.
I want to trust that, much like Karatsugu, a Karamatsu that feels self-conscious, that's still searching for the confidence to be the way he wants to be, would eventually find it. I just think that, again, like Karatsugu, it'd be a bit more subdued. He's still kind of eccentric and extra for sure, but its below the surface. I think he'd be aware of the fact that his flavour of personality is hard for most people to swallow, unless its a bit diluted.
And much like Karatsugu, I think it'd still be very important for SC!Karamatsu to find a way to be a part of the quintuplets lives. The difference would be that on this AU, they aren't all on similar standing. He's on one side, and they're on another side. I can see Karamatsu, especially as a child, trying hard to be The Cool Cousin, to embrace the role like it makes him especial: The cousin with the big house, the cousin that's always down to enable his other cousins, the cousin that his cousins are all jealous of because he takes english, and guitar, and singing classes, and he gets to keep all his toys for himself, nevermind that he has to play on his own (and not by choice), obviously for the most part.
He's The Cousin, in the same way that Chibita is An Orphan, and Totoko is The Pretty Girl. Because the Matsunos are An Unit, "i am you and you are me", they are a freaky little group and everyone else exists outside of it.
Anyway. Childhood and teenage loneliness aside, it'd probably pay off in the sense that SC!Karamatsu would probably be more of a functional adult than canon!Karamatsu currently is. Totty would be jealous of him and would try to leverage his ridiculous cousin to raise in society (like with Atsushi lol?), Choromatsu would attempt the same thing but through his responsible skit (I think the incredible relationship they have in canon Ososan would be completely gone which is so sad), Jyushimatsu and Osomatsu probably just still appreciate the cousin that's always down to having fun, probably not much of a relationship with Ichimatsu (for better and for worse)... and that'd be it.
The Matsuno siblings together create a dynamic that's too difficult to penetrate. Of all of them the only ones we've seen successfully form relationships with people outside their group are Jyushimatsu (Homura, Eitarou and his mom, essentially all the recurring characters), Totty (Atsushi, Sutabaa friends), Karamatsu himself (Chibita, biker friends), and I'm reluctant to count Osomatsu since Totoko and Chibita he's known all his life.
I can't help but think that Karamatsu would probably end up like Totoko's brother: A cool guy that in the best of cases, finds his path outside of Akatsuka Ward, and forcibly cuts ties with everyone in there as a result. If he remains in Akatsuka, he'd either be like Atsushi or Chibita (mainly called upon when the Matsunos need something from him, and in the best of cases, to tell a melancholic story once per season at best)
And if you ever asked him if he liked being a single child, he'd 100% tell you that it was fine, but he would've loved to have a little sibling.
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i love how you explored warren and gordon's aftermath in your latest fic! i was wondering what your thought process was like in regards as to how you wanted to portray them ! (love the fic as well :)) )
oh my thank you so soso much😭 I'm so glad you enjoyed it so! (also sorry for the late response orz)
As for the general thoughts I just tend to ask myself a question and then answer it, which is a very academic thing to do but it works in a sense, the leading theme I wanted to explore was: how do you cope with being told you can move on?
And so I just played barbies for a bit, as I said I don't love explicitly stating anything, and I struggle a lot with maintaining one tone, so mostly it was just mix-and-match with things I thought were funny (the corncrakes lol) and things I wanted Warren to see (how big the sea is and how nice the earth feels under your hands and how tomorrow is just behind the corner and and and). It was difficult and I don't think I managed to say everything I wanted in a single fic or even just do an actual character analysis because at the end of the day mine is a canon non compliant fic made when we don't even know how the actual source material is going to end so!
I just personally love the sensations of left-over hauntings that Red Valley has, it's somewhat a story told backwards, it's Aubrey reminiscing for the future Warren could possibly have, I wanted to think of a place that was going to be difficult to inhabit but also beautiful, like Red Valley (the mountain & the cabin) are, and I wanted to explore more what Gordon&Warren are to each other, because yes I think it's nice when they are happy and in love and the smooch about it, and also somehow the unbalanced way their relationship was (Gordon being the caretaker and Warren being taken care of which as I think I mentioned in another post is sooo phantom threadable but not Healthy and I wanted to Get there, to them being healthy).
So! Yeah, to be honest I had a lot of false starts and some scenes I haven't included written EVERYWHERE, this fic consumed my whole summer, when I tell you I wrote in notebooks, in my phone notes, on a spare google doc, it was insane. And maybe I'll polish some of them and put them in a serie but maybe not also, I am very fickle and I tend to hate everything I produce who knows!
but thank you!! thank you so much I'm so glad you liked it and asked me this also fun fact I published the fic and red valley announced the season 3 release and I felt like Nostradamus =")
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Craig wrote about Harry and I’m paywalled and also scared. 😭
Oh, don't be scared! I think it's a very fair review - even if I have minor quibbles with it.
The last time Harry Styles released an album, the rollout did not go as planned. One morning, the British singer-songwriter and erstwhile One Direction member was a guest on The Howard Stern Show, where he answered questions about his love life and performed songs off his late-2019 sophomore album, Fine Line. The next, he was on an unplanned break in the States, where an explosion of COVID-19 infections forced businesses and venues to close. Styles wisely canceled a spring 2020 North American tour out of caution; that March, for the first time in a long while, the singer found himself taking inventory of relationships neglected during his tenure in the boy band, which released an album every year between 2011 and 2015 and spent many of the intervening months on the road. It seemed as though Styles would initially maintain a similar pace in his solo career as the spring 2017 release of his self-titled debut dovetailed with the summer rollout of Dunkirk, the Christopher Nolan film in which Harry starred as an Allied soldier in the 1940 Battle of France. COVID broke the cycle of recording, releasing, promoting, and touring; Harry put work on pause and hung out with friends, using the unexpected break in his schedule to be more present in the lives of the people he cares about most.
We’ve heard the next bit a bunch: The music Harry Styles made when he got back into a groove took a profound interest in rest and getting off the grid with loved ones. Stars are just like us: exhausted. New works from radio’s heavy hitters map out their quarantine wellness routines. Escapism is the core theme of Lorde’s Solar Power. Quiet time inspired Taylor Swift’s return to acoustic songs and rustic scenes over folklore and evermore. Kendrick Lamar’s Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers is, among many things, a monument to the peace that logging off the apps can bring. Harry’s House, the third Styles album, follows suit. Its chief concerns are primarily physical, often carnal. Harry’s House is your quintessential spring release, a batch of bubbly, funk-inflected jams celebrating the bodily and emotional pleasures that new romance entails, an account of party nights and delicious eats and late-night heart-to-hearts. Five years into his solo career, the former boy-band star has settled into a precarious public life, sharing certain things while leaving the rest to the imagination. He’s left the door open to the idea that he’s sexually fluid while modeling gender-fluid fashions in concerts and magazine profiles; he’s also making cishet bros jealous while jet-setting with Olivia Wilde. (Performing 1D’s boyfriend pep talk “What Makes You Beautiful” and then backing Shania Twain on “Man! I Feel Like a Woman!” at Coachella last month might have been the apex of Styles’s delicate balance of hetero romanticism and signified queerness, if it’s fair to call it that since he avoids labels.) Harry’s House offers a peek at the couple’s unique version of domesticity but doesn’t let us poke around past the foyer.
The record’s chief interests are food, drinks, sex, drugs, travel, and companionship. Opener “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” announces many of these themes in a curt first verse: “Green eyes, fried rice / I could cook an egg on you / Late night, game time / Coffee on the stove, yeah.” The late-album highlight “Keep Driving” feels like zipping through a friend’s camera roll and catching a glimpse of something you may not have intended to see: “Passports in footwells / Kiss her and don’t-tells.” The difficulties of a long-distance relationship are alluded to but not always elaborated on in any great depth. Deep in the lead single “As It Was,” Harry drops a line — “Leave America, two kids follow her” — that can’t be about anything other than dating Wilde, a New York native and mother of two. Elsewhere in the album, Styles keeps the sentiments broad and vague enough to be relatable to literally anyone pining for their significant other. The refrain from the effervescent “Daylight” — “If I was a bluebird / I would fly to you / You’d be the spoon / Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you” — is just as effective when you’re waiting for someone across town to come home from work as when you’re missing someone who lives in another continent. Tumult stalks the margins of this life as “Keep Driving” cruises past riots in the States, and “As It Was” points to changes in the world it never names. Harry’s House is true to the experience of this decade in the ways it shores itself up from the troubles outside its door and focuses on improving the relationships inside. But the lyrics seem almost deliberately breezy and quaint, blowing by images they don’t expound on like scenery racing past your car during a road trip. Styles’s carefully cultivated coyness keeps us ever at arm’s length.
But it’s this slipperiness that makes Harry’s House a real treat for the ears. Something the album handles incredibly well is recalibrating the sound underneath the singer’s vocals and lyrics. His self-titled solo debut was a big pivot, a hearty embrace of folk and lad rock from a performer who’d always delivered those sounds with a hefty side of pop accessibility. Tracks such as the wounded “Ever Since New York” and the stately “Sign of the Times” repositioned Styles as a student of Mick Jagger and David Bowie, rock stars who stormed the pop charts and challenged conventional masculinity in the ’70s. Some of that classic-rock spirit carried over to Fine Line; “Golden” approximated Fleetwood Mac so neatly that it was no surprise to see Styles joining Stevie Nicks to sing the Tom Petty parts of “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around” at the 2019 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame ceremony in which she was inducted as a solo artist. (Rock elders love Harry. He’s friends with Nicks and Mick Fleetwood. Jagger paid the singer a hilariously withering compliment this month, saying they’re friends, and he sees a lot of himself in Styles, but adding that he doesn’t think the younger star has nailed all the moves.) But Fine Line was just as interested in radio hits: Situating the poppy “Watermelon Sugar,” “Adore You,” and “Lights Up” early in the track list announced that this wasn’t just another straightforward rock album. Harry’s House strikes a new balance, keeping one foot firmly planted in the pop-rock tradition as the album explores modern sounds in alternative and indie pop, juggling radio fare and intriguing grooves.
The band in residence for Harry’s House is the same one from his first two projects. Multi-instrumentalists Kid Harpoon and Tyler Johnson are the primary players and producers. Their interplay gives depth to the songs while Styles skirts across the surface. Funk-pop jams such as “Sushi” and “Late Night Talking” serve up quirky sounds and arrangements while the singer lingers in his upper register, signifying a huge crush as much through lilting melodies and soaring falsettos as through any overt proclamations about his feelings. Confections such as “Daylight” and “Grapejuice” take after the saccharine songs Paul McCartney made during the Wings years. Harry’s House feels a bit like McCartney’s Back to the Egg, a wide-ranging collection of ideas that don’t necessarily work all the time but leave you impressed by the ways the players have challenged themselves. You also catch a whiff of guys like Benny Sings and Omar Apollo and Rex Orange County, singer-songwriters whose playfulness as musicians results in albums that skate between styles from one song to the next. Scan the credits to Harry’s House and you’ll spy Dev Hynes playing cello on the exquisite “Matilda,” John Mayer and Ben Harper pitching in guitar lines, and legendary bassist and sometime Mayer sideman Pino Palladino performing limber low end on “Daydreaming,” a flip of a Brothers Johnson song. The rest of Harry’s House goes to the ’80s pop recidivism expected from a big-deal pop star in the era when Justin Bieber and the Kid Laroi’s “Stay,” the Weeknd’s “Blinding Lights” and “Save Your Tears,” and Coldplay’s “Higher Power” circle the sounds of Kenny Loggins’s “Danger Zone” and A-ha’s “Take on Me.”
The mix of ’70s rock, ’80s New Wave, ’90s folk, and 21st-century bedroom pop feels inspired if imperfect. It seems as though Styles is still working out how to be himself, where his art needs to go, and how much to tell us about the life he leads outside it. Harry’s House gives us flashes of that world but also tries to make it as relatable as an album of songs about dropping everything to fly around the planet and hang out with TV and movie star Olivia Wilde could possibly be — though the way the lyrics achieve this is often to lean heavily into cliché: “It’s not the same as it was,” “’Cause baby, loving you’s the real thing,” “Baby, you were the love of my life, whoa,” “I can’t get you off my mind.” “Matilda” makes these lines feel slight, reminding us of the sensitive depth he’s capable of. The song — which offers a darker, more adult spin on the reassuring message of “What Makes You Beautiful” as Styles tells someone who’s been through a lot in the past that it’s fine to cut toxic people out of the picture — has a weight to it that Harry’s House is frustratingly uninterested in. (To be fair, though, “Matilda” fits neatly into the larger story: Home is wherever you make it and whomever you make it with.) When this album bucks cliché, it is delightfully wild. The drug references — “cocaine, side boob” — suggest there’s a lot we’re not being told, but they’re strewn about like everything else, a stream of images not unlike a savvy tastemaker’s Instagram account. We can use that, though. Every album doesn’t have to talk about coping mechanisms and therapy and mass death and political disorder. It’s warm out, and a rubbery bass line in a carefree bop has its place.
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for rocio for the character asks: 1, 25, and 12 (if this one's too hard you can skip it lol)
for angel: 58
What’s the lie your character says most often?
‘Says’ isnt like completely accurate ofc but I think as a whole they do intentionally maintain the illusion theyre. Idk exactly how to explain it. That they are above other people in terms of wisdom/spirituality when in reality they probably have less clue what they’re doing than the average person. Motivation is basically self destruction + they are playing with magic they don’t really understand. Which they try to actively hide from other people and play into the perception people have of wizards as like ethereal + connected to a higher spirituality. Which like is true in a sense but it does not mean they are more enlightened as a rule + especially not in this case 
What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?
Studying a lot they know a lot of outdated magic theory ofc, and though much of this is directly relevant, they also know a lot abt ideas that are long since disproven. its like if a regular chemist was also really into 1300s alchemy. I do think she has some vague medical knowledge abt the human body, like it’s not her specialty, but knowing anatomy I think does come up pretty often. Less so abt like diseases and things like that and more so abt wounds and where they’re fatal and etc
What’s something that makes them laugh 
every single time? Be specific!
This one is hard ok because they genuinely do not have much of a sense of humor. If someone, like, does something stupid, it’s more likely to annoy them than anything else. If someone is actively telling jokes, they would also think it’s annoying. I’m trying to think of the conditions that would cause them to even think somethings funny. Maybe if you’re making fun of someone they hate but like your joke has to be hilarious. It has to be the funniest joke you’ve told in your life. “Something specific that makes them laugh every time” this would never happen go home
angel: 
How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?
I feel like he’s the type to try a lot of thing he thinks it would be cool to be good at, but then give up quickly once it’s more difficult than he expected. He’s tried and given up on creative hobbies like writing and sketching, but has had slightly more success with ones related to physical exercise. He really wants to be good at fighting, but he hates practicing because it’s essentially he wins against anyone smaller than him and loses to anyone bigger than him, so he feels like there’s no point to it yk? He was pretty antisocial when he was younger, like get mad at people for not taking things as seriously as he does, and not having much patience for younger children. That’s not related to the question 😭 blanket answer he has tried basically everything accessible to him once or twice, but no more
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seaofolives ¡ 1 year
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behind the scenes of fic writing—answered by me!
list of questions right here!
answers down below!
What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?
it was rpf for a band AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? If so, what do you like about them?
I do! I've made a vow to hold back tho as of this year and I'll likely do the same for the next year bc they could really burn you out. but mostly I like the challenges! I like discovering what kind of story I can tell that is restricted by the theme or prompts, I like fitting as much prompts as I can in a single work, and I like working through the pressure with my writer friends! there's a point where the grind and the panic is fun and really brings out some surprising stories, but it can only happen too often before it starts to get toxic on you, you know? XDDD
Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?
start to finish. i never learned to do otherwise bc that's the only way i know to do build-ups, pacings, and i like peppering inside jokes? and call backs into my fics where possible and that sort of stuff, i don't plan for in my outlines
Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?
I do, yes! I didn't used to and I used to feel so powerful that way but writing stories, I'm always scared about losing my ideas mid-way and I writer in peace more if I have them noted down somewhere so it really helps me. normally I only do this for long fics or zine fics (just so I have a fall back for the first check-in XD) and in both instances, let's say...i stray from my outlines by p much 30% to 60%? highly subjective measurement. the longer the fic, the more I stray from it XDDD
What is the perfect environment for you to write in?
I just need some place quiet. since I'm comfortable with writing on my phone, I just need somewhere I can hear my thoughts 🥰
If you’re really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day?
average of 1k words in 2h. I know I've been able to write like 3k+ a day but that's for special circumstances and if I can help it, I don't want to do that XDDD
Which part of writing do you struggle with most?
surprisingly these days? the lack of pressure XD since I've stopped writing for events for now, it's taken me longer to warm up with the writing mood bc I'm not chasing anything anymore. one day, I'd like to get back to the habit of maintaining a healthy schedule based solely on my list of fics I'd like to do but I guess the context switch is taking its time XD
Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.
I used tooooo!! but I'm a boring gramma now who can only write in silence 😭 music still serves as a huge inspiration for me tho. I love song fics, I think there's smth very special and genius?? about weaving an entire world within another world. it's like amvs and fanmixes, but another format XD
Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic?
always prefer canon over everything else. I'm one of the few who runs a shelter for the canon that everyone seems to reject on principle but like. while others dismiss canon as smth seemingly unnecessary and inferior? i like to treat canon with a little more respect and honor bc fan-fiction wouldn't be here if the canon never existed, anyway. if I wanted to throw it out the window for whatever reason, you can bet I'd be writing more original stuff by now
next to that, tho I prefer aus! but the aus I like to write still tend to have a healthy touch of canon influence on them. I just really like playing only within the boundaries of the canon sandbox, like it's easy to bake a banger cake if you have an entire grocery store at your disposal, but what if you only have 5 ingredients? that's smth i enjoy.
Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?
dialogue! my exposition and plot also tend to happen by dialogue I think XDDD
If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?
angst, easily
Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?
i could probably write more relationships of convenience stuff 🤭
Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?
amnesia, I guess? mostly bc I think I've seen enough of those stories from our telenovelas when I was younger XD;;; so it's likely going to be the last trope i have in mind
If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?
on the context of writing fics? gladio and ignis
A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?
tough question!! but it would probably be a fic with traveling and nice locations?? so one of my altissia fics for ffxv, or even "last rites", maybe "5 kilometers" for joche. things like that
What is your most underrated fic?
judging by the number of hits and kudos, the amount of time it's been up and my emotional labor? rn it's looking to be "the house at the end of thommels glade" which was the first ever zine piece I've done!
What fic are you most proud of?
i love all my fics equally lmao hehehehe and i don't really have favorites depending on how it was received by readers? so for obvious reasons, I think pick one of the many 100k+ word fics I've written 😂
What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.
off the top of my head, it's this one in recent memory from "hand and shield" xii:
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Noctis nodded at Talcott when the little boy asked to be excused so he could help Iris and Ignis set down the plates of fresh grill on the table. That left him no distractions, then, to notice Gladio watching him.
“What is it?” There was impatience in his tone when he asked.
Half a king but still completely a dick. Gladio snorted, smirking in bemusement. “Just never thought Iʼd see you play the cool uncle one day,” he lied.
“Hey,” Noctis suddenly snapped in attention, eying Gladio with what was pretty much a threatened look, “Iʼm still too young to be an uncle!”
“Prince Noctis just turned to Uncle Noctis!” Prompto laughed.
“Idiot, weʼre all uncles to Talcott,” Gladio snickered, putting his temple on his fist. “I remember being in the hospital when that kid was born.”
“Thatʼs you. Iʼm more like,” Noctis tossed his shoulders up, trying to act suave, “the cool brother.”
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and I remember being sad I couldn't explain it very well but prompto's line up there is a pun in the japanese language and since I played the game in Japanese, that's how I came up with it XD to explain, 'prince' and 'uncle' in japanese are homonyms so that's what I was hearing in my head. 'prince noctis' would be noctis-ouji while 'uncle noctis' would be noctis-oji XDDD obviously, i still think about that to this day
Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?
easiest character is gladio bc I've written him a lot XDDD hardest at this point? keith goodman which is also the reason why I'm taking ages with my taibani fic lmao. like he has a defining characteristic yes but idk who he is to me underneath that, you know?? so that's still what I'm finding out! hell jin sakai is a bit easier!
What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?
oka :D i think i do a nice oka!
What is the one fic that got away?
LORD a lot of them but "love is a universal language" for sure (planned at 60k words, ended up in 140k)
Have you cried while writing a fic?
like a narcissistic idiot yeah. once during noct's death, another while i was projecting my melancholy for my gramma on gladio.
If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?
let's just say i have a planned sequel for "his beauty does not touch me" and i have Several fics in filipino i have to translate into english
How did you come up with title for [x fic]?
with pain. it doesn't matter what fic it is, more than half the time, coming up with the title is the worst experience of birthing that fic.
Which idea came to you first in [x fic]?
normally for most of my fics, especially the longer ones, I come up with scenes in the middle and further down the stories. and then I build bridges to connect them which are the plot lol
Which part of [x fic] was the hardest to write?
for explicit scenes, i actually have a really difficult time with the smut 🤣
If you were ever to do a sequel to [x fic], what do you think might happen in it?
kojiro and kaoru get married in the sequel of "his beauty does not touch me"
In [x fic], what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about [pairing]?
i like to think that sometime after "day and night", ravus and noct really become good friends and allies
Send me a word. If it’s in your WIPs, include the sentence and a short summary of the fic.
There is something simply legendary about Professor Gladiolus Amicitia. An alumnus of Lucis Royal University, he graduated with a bachelorʼs degree in modern Lucian literature, sailed to Accordo where he took up a second degree in world history and a masteral in cosmological history, went back to the university for a certificate in royal Lucian history and a third degree in premodern world literature…
I still want to expand on that prof gladnis in college au so this totally counts ok? the word I used is "art" from wordgamewednesday by ficwip 2-3 weeks ago
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And now, he was teaching a course on Henruit, basic history, imperial romantic literature and subbed for Gilgameshian martial arts on the side. A typical overachieving brainiac as some might call him.
Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.
gladio is a future CEO of a company his father owns and ignis is the gay window cleaner who was assigned to clean his windows. aranea is ignis' ex wife who still doesn't know she's ace. she chases after ravus' ass bc he's a wealthy guy and she likes money but the problem is that ravus isn't just ace himself, he's a grouchy one too. and uhhh smth smth tragedy at childhood binds both gladio and ignis to each other
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*peeks* Hi! I saw your Valentine’s Pomefiore post and I was inspired by how beautifully you drawn the clothes and accessories. I was wondering how long you’ve designed clothing, and if you have any pointers for beginners in cloth design I hope you have a good day!
helloooo ^O^ aaa i'm so happy that it inspired you! thank you so much, that means a lot to me !!
ohh !! i actually have no professional experience in clothing design..! i've always liked drawing and designing clothes as a kid so that's been something i've been sometimes doing over the years alongside drawing, and at this point it just comes naturally to me now...! i'm sorry for such a disappointing answer but i can try to walk you through my design process if that may be of use..! i'm entirely self-taught so i'm not sure how much it can help but i'll do my best 😭😭 (this also ended up being quite long sorry T _ T )
(also so that it's easier to read.... i'm going to try not to type like a barbarian (ಥ‿ಥ)
Research Phase - Theme
Before doing anything, identify your target market! In this case I'm pretending that Pomefiore are my clients www
Pomefiore's distinguishing features are the Snow White theme, poison apple and elegant/chic clothing. The occasion is Valentines which uses a lot of reds and pinks, hearts, chocolates, desserts, cupid, etc.
Once you have your themes down, try and think about how best to combine the two! You should do it in a way that clearly expresses the function and intention of the design; i.e., upon first glance, the consumer should immediately be able to identify for what purpose the clothes were made.
In this case, the main requirements to tick off are [1] The clothes should indicate that they're costumes made to be worn on Valentines, [2] The clothes should be elegant and chic to indicate that these clothes were made for Pomefiore students (as it follows their theme), [3] Each garment should be personalised to each character as a method of displaying their individual personalities and archetypes
Research phase - Clothing
References are extremely important! Clothes are really tricky and especially for those who are starting out! I think it's good practice to save any images of clothes that you find interesting. The constant exposure to different types of clothes will really improve your eye for design!
Using your design themes as a guide, try to research clothing that will best showcase them. Again, the consumer should be able to immediately identify the themes upon first glance! In my case, I primarily used the Pomefiore uniform as my base. It's very elegant and refined so I referenced clothes that carry the same sophistication. I ended up drawing inspiration from 19th Century English Clothing (and... Black Butler WWW) as well as Lolita/Gothic Lolita fashion to accomodate for the Valentines theme. It's not a perfect representation of Pomefiore, but I think it created an interesting look that both pays homage to the Pomefiore look whilst also maintaining its individuality...!
Design Phase
I think a big thing to consider when designing clothes is balance! You don't want your design to be too cluttered or bare! I like to compare it to composing manga panels www you want your reader to start reading the page at a certain point and let their eyes follow a path across so that they can read and consume information easily! If the page is too cluttered or bare, the reader won't be able to keep following the path and subsequently, their immersion will be disrupted. A similar concept applies to clothes, you want to start looking at a certain point and let your eyes follow the invisible path across the clothes...! It also helps form a nice silhouette I think...!
Mapping out shapes on the initial sketch helps a lot in forming your designs! Here my focus was for the clothes to be more bottom-heavy, hence the shapes flare out at the end. I also wanted it to emulate chocolate pooling at the base of a dessert...!
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As a general rule, I think clothes should have one 'heavy' area and one 'empty' area if that makes sense... I believe there should be a term for this but I'm not sure since I've never taken textile classes or anything similar T _ T
But what I mean is...! To avoid cluttering your clothes too much you should have breaks within the design so it creates a balance.
I indicated the aforementioned areas in blue on these design sheets:
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I think these rules are good as a guideline but don't necessarily have to be strictly followed. The fashion industry is constantly being changed and challenged so I don't believe there's a 'right' way to design clothes. But these kinds of looks are ones that I'm more drawn to, so I make use of these guidelines often!
Edit Phase
It's super important to edit your works! Even after you've finished your design there may always be room for improvement!
A good way to do this is to take a break for a couple of days! After you finish designing/drawing, try leaving it for a few days before looking at it again with fresh eyes. It might give you a bit of clarity and help you add or subtract features from the design to create an even better version!
Comparing the final product to your initial sketches and research notes is also useful to ensure that the purpose/theme of your design hasn't been lost in the process
I think... I've covered everything I wanted to talk about...! My explanation skills are really poor so apologies if this was difficult to read or understand 😭 Please let me know if you have any questions! I tried to talk about the tips I found most useful but I might have overlooked some things... I really hope this helped! Thank you for sending in this message, I'm really honoured you would ask this of me 😭
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chateautae ¡ 2 years
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hey Sammy! I was just curious as to how you first started writing smut/erotica like what inspired you to write it and how do u think you've grown as a writer since? because I see SO much difference between saudade and hotf! (in a good way obvs)
Oof what an interesting question!! Honestly, I don’t think I have a definitive answer other than I found erotica interesting? Sex intrigued me a lot because I’ve always loved the idea of how two people can be so intimate and truly accept each other in their rawest form to commit an act of love, you know? Which sounds very romanticized, but I primarily enjoyed romance very early on. It was always my favourite genre so once I could acc gain access to books/fanfic with these themes I started reading them, and then I finally decided to try my own hand at it with Saudade!! I instantly loved it because for once, I was able to actually illustrate my ideas in the form of writing instead of keeping them all in my head!
In terms of my growth, I believe I was able to understand what needs to be included in a smut piece and what doesn’t. I always loved emphasizing details in smut because to me, those little details just make everything so much hotter, intimate and almost intoxicating. But now I’ve come to realize not every moment needs to be written out meticulously and you can still get the same affect with less writing!! I’ve been trying to become concise with my writing in general while still maintaining the essence of my style of writing so it hasn’t been easy 😭 but I’m trying!! Thank you for asking such a lovely question bubs, I genuinely enjoyed responding to this!! 💓
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bittykimmy13 ¡ 2 years
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Okay I’m going to throw a lot at you! 1-3, because I’m always interested in hearing about your projects! Also very curious about 8, 12 & 22.
Also, can we be bestfriends?
YOU'RE SO SWEET THANKU 🥺💕🥺💕 Don't mind me, I'm just a gremlin with a lot of FEELINGS 😭✨
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First official Print Universe book!! It's in the editing stage right now! It'll answer the question about how prints came to exist in this universe ✨
Shot in the Dark rewrite! It's in the outline stage! It's gonna be SUCH a glow-up, you guys aahhh 😍
AND! I'm working on the new vampire!Lee story, slowly but surely lol
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Honestly I'm so fucking stoked for the rewrite of the first meeting in Shot in the Dark! Not just that initial moment, but the aftermath is gonna play out differently and it's gonna be A LOT 😘 Angst off the charts. Character building. It's gonna be FUN ✨
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HAHA all of my abandoned projects have entered the chat :') I'll focus on Best Wishes. I wanted it to go in a polyamorous direction, but the story in general fizzled out for me. I think the problem is that I have trouble maintaining a slice of life story over multiple chapters like that. I need high stakes, and I couldn't find them in that setting. Maybe one day!
I have ideas for a different polyamorous couple on the backburner tho!!
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Yeah I do!! The stuff I write is the type of stuff I'd love to see more, which is why I make it 💕💕💕 Dark G/t themes, drama, complicated romance, all that good stuff. My chat/inbox is always open for recommendations!
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I mean!!! It's the DREAM to see our works on a bookstore shelf 🥺 That'd be amazing. If it doesn't work out, I'm still so proud of our work and proud of what we've done as independent writers figuring this craft out together!
Yes, it'd be awesome to have our work be well-known, but whatever happens, I love writing and characters so much more beyond that 💕
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I love to read old works before bed!! Lots of comfort reads there :') As I said, I write the stuff I want to read 💕 I'll cringe here and there at older works, but I'm generally pretty proud of my writing at this point ✨
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Send me writer asks! 🌸
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