Fuck It Friday 🧇

I was tagged by the ever so lovely @daffi-990 (go check out her new fic!) @giddyupbuck and @fortheloveofbuddie

I've been posting nothing but Christmas stuff lately (because that's all I've been writing lmao) so I thought I'd go for something different this time, if nothing else to motivate myself to get back to it after the holidays.

“So, are you just gonna wait for them to break up?” Josh asked over the brim of his cocktail glass.

“Yeah, I think so.” Eddie sighed in defeat.

Josh looked at him for a moment, clearly trying to gauge just how carefully he should phrase the question they were both thinking about.

“And what if they won’t?”

“Then,” Eddie tried and failed to swallow down his discomfort, “I missed my shot.”

“Eddie…”

“He’d still be happy, right? That’s good enough for me.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.” He found that the answer hurt more than a bullet through his shoulder, but he meant it, he really did.

If Buck was happy with Jason, well then… Eddie will feel shit about it and it will hurt a thousand times more every time he has to see them together but Buck would be happy and that’s gotta be worth something — everything. Buck deserved to have a good relationship for once, even if Eddie couldn’t be the one to give it to him.

“And hey, if it doesn’t work out, I hear the underboss at Metro Dispatch is single.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he took another swig of his beer.

This time Josh was the one who kicked him under the table.

“We both know you couldn’t handle me, Diaz.” He played along easily and they both snickered around the rims of their drinks.

Eddie never thought he would be this grateful for Josh Russo, but here they were.

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#🪐: main 4 — baking brownies with them

synopsis/concept: baking brownies with the main 4

content warnings: none!

author's note: the thing with ike is partially based of a personal experience LMAO. also i think there's tense inconsistencies but i don't wanna revise smh, so sorry ab that!

kyle broflovski

kyle loves to bake with you whenever it rains, it helps him relax. whenever he starts to hear even a drizzle he calls you to come over😫

you guys rarely use a prepared recipe though, and whatever you use to make it changes every time, since you're just winging it most days and trying a bunch of stuff

and you guys love to add random shit to it, like whatever you can reach, you just grab it and dump it in.

you guys are constantly giggling and yelling so it never gets boring or quiet, it's literally so fun

literally everything is funny to you, like kyle mixed up the flour and the sugar and you both found it hilarious??

you guys also put music on and dance every few minutes, and while you wait for them to finish

and sometimes ike comes into the kitchen and joins you guys, until kyle makes him leave against your protests 😔

once, ike got on the counter somehow and smeared the batter everywhere when you two weren't looking. that's why kyle doesn't let him stay long most of the time anymore

it was so funny because you both thought it was shit 😨

you guys were laughing until your stomachs hurt when you realized, but sheila was NOT amused 💀

tbh it took longer to clean than to make the brownies since you made such a mess, and lowk made it worse.. but cold brownies are better anyway!

stan marsh

stan would literally be so prepared. he has a recipe sheet, all the ingredients, toppings, and supplies all laid out neatly on the counter.

he'll probably want to add some weird ass shit to it too, like marshmallows, or peanut butter

"trust me it'll taste good! i swear, i've had it before. you're gonna thank me later"

and somehow it does turn out good?? 😧

he'll probably get cute matching aprons for both of you omg??

he partially takes the lead, being kind of bossy tbh but we love dominant stan

and he's definitely a perfectionist, like he'll measure everything meticulously. if you add even a drop more of something than the recipe calls to tease him, he'll lowk panic tbh

and if you try to taste the batter he'll probably lecture you about how dangerous it is 😒

"don't do that dumbass, you could get salmonella. or e. coli or something."

before putting it into the oven he'll probably write a cute little note on it for you with a toothpick or something to surprise you 🤭

luckily, you guys finish up fairly quickly, since stan's so neat and organized

eric cartman

unfortunately you're not really baking with him, you're baking for him..

does nothing to help you except tell you how he likes it and how he wants it to be

"um, no y/n. i want more vanilla in it. usually i eat them with a lot of vanilla"

he's kind of excited though, he loves when you do stuff like this for him, it literally makes his heart swell 😓

he'd probably be super close to you all the time to supervise you and shit, hugging your waist closer to him

you do the opposite of what he says sometimes just to bug him, because the look of exasperation on his face is so cute 😕

"oh my god- you stupid FUCK i wanted m&ms. what normal person eats brownies with almonds??" (almond brownies are fire btw)

he's so funny when he gets mad too, and you keep having to stop to catch your breath

but honestly, sometimes, he's not actually upset or mad at what you're doing. he just does it more and exaggerates just because he knows it'll make you laugh, and he loves seeing you smile so widely because of him

he's so impatient too, when they're baking he keeps asking when they're going to be done

when you're finally done, he'll tell you how good they are to justify all the stress he caused 🙏

"see? i told you it would be better with m&m's. and the almonds aren't too bad either, i guess."

kenny mccormick

kenny would agree but he'd be really cautious and scared to do anything

he still tries to make himself as helpful as possible, bringing you everything you need, giving you suggestions or ideas

you have to beat him away with a spoon sometimes because he keeps trying to have all the chocolate 😭

he feels bad that he can't do much, but he doesn't want to accidentally kill himself

so he opts to hinder you support you emotionally as well, just hugging your waist from behind and encouraging you with kisses ☹️

and just like kyle, you guys put on music while baking

but once you knocked over a whole bag of flour dancing, and he was just laughing hysterically 💀

and you yelled at him to help you clean up, but he's writhing on the floor, cackling and coating himself in flour

and then when he's helping you clean, he probably knocks over the batter or something and he starts laughing his ass off again

it ends up taking a while to finish, since you and kenny are both a mess and have to restart tons of times

but eventually, when you finish, he'll probably ask you to take some home for karen and his siblings 😢

❍ the 2k event: woozi + food

alternative title: apples and pink "i love you"s

pairing: woozi x gn!reader

genre: non-idols au, exams, established relationship

word count: 1071

warnings: food mention

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You receive the first container of food when there are ten days left until you have to take your exam. 

Well, okay. It's not a container of food, per se, and more of your shared emptied-out fruit bowl with a sole apple and a post-it note slapped onto it, but it makes you smile and laugh all the same. 

It all started earlier that day, while you were locked away in your room, in the middle of completing a practice paper for your revision. 

There's a knock at your door and, after a moment of silence, the doorknob turns and a head peers into your room, squinting at you suspiciously. 

"Y/N. Have you eaten yet?"

You hum in acknowledgment at your boyfriend's question, not taking your eyes off the latest set of practice questions you're going through. Jihoon watches you for a moment before opening the door wider, stepping into your room and up to your desk, resting a hand briefly on your shoulder. 

"Y/N," he says again, and his tone is disapproving. He squeezes your shoulder, once, softly. It makes you finally look up before looking away guiltily.

"I… ate a coffee?"

Jihoon tsks, fingers brushing over your shoulder again. "You can't eat a coffee," he points out. "That's not a thing. Love, it's gone noon. Have you had any food today?"

"No, not yet," you admit, and then carry on quickly before the look of disapproval on his face can deepen, "but seriously, I wasn't hungry. And I had my coffee, and you know when I have coffee I end up not wanting to eat for a few hours," you say, gently dislodging his hand from your back. "I'll grab something to eat after I finish this. Promise."

Your boyfriend hums, frowning a little, but he doesn't say anything and just presses a kiss to the top of your forehead. "Alright. Well, I'm gonna be out for the rest of the day. Mingyu wants my help on his assignment and it'll probably take a while."

"Okay." You turn back to your revision once more. "Have fun."

Jihoon's fingers tap against the back of your neck, a silent goodbye and a message to take care of yourself, before he's gone, closing your door behind him with a soft click. 

You don't think too much of the conversation, and an hour later, you leave your room, coffee mug empty and eyes burning with exhaustion. And that's when you see the bright purple thing on the kitchen island, and you blink and tilt your head, warmth spreading through your chest. 

Jihoon has freshly washed the apple, and there are beads of water still slowly evaporating on it. The post-it note is falling off of its side, but you can see your boyfriend's familiar scrawl on it, and you pick it up with a fond smile beginning to widen on your face. 

I didn't believe you when you said you'll eat, so at least have this apple. I'll buy groceries today to make you something nicer tomorrow. - Lee Jihoon

You don't know whether to laugh at the sweet gesture or cry at the fact that he signed his name on the paper. 

"As if it would be anyone else telling me to eat," you mutter to yourself, picking up the apple and taking a bite. 

After finishing it and refilling your coffee, you take the post-it back into your room and place the bright pink paper amongst the mess of your black ink notes. 

———————————— 🍞

The post-its and containers of food carry on. You barely see your boyfriend, him being busy with his own work and you basically living amongst your revision notes, and the only reminder you get of his presence is when he leaves his pink post-it foods everywhere for you to find. 

You don't necessarily have a bad relationship with food. But for you, other things are simply more important than eating.

Like revising for your exams, for example. 

And Jihoon knows this. He gets like this too sometimes, when he's absorbed in his compositions, when he's too busy giving his all to something to take care of himself. 

Jihoon cares, so much, through small gestures and little moments that show just how much he pays attention to you. It's why you fell in love with him in the first place. 

And it's through gestures like this that make you remember just how much you love him, and how much he loves you. 

You have a whole pile of his neon pink notes on your desk now, and sometimes instead of looking over your actual notes you find yourself going through them again, smiling at the amount of support and love emanating from Jihoon's handwriting. 

A part of you never wants your exams to come, nervous for the paper and also wanting Jihoon's notes to go on forever. 

A big, big part of you, however, wants them to be over as quickly as possible. So you can shower your boyfriend with as much love as he deserves, for all that he's done for you. 

The apartment is empty when you finally step out of your room, flashcards in hand, all dressed to leave and take your exam. Jihoon had left earlier that day, but from the multitude of notes practically lining your way to the front door, you can tell how much he wanted to be there for you. 

It makes you laugh, heart warming with love, as you bend down and pick up every single one. They all have messages of "drink water", "have something to eat before the exam", "take a deep breath, everything will be fine" and you find yourself blushing, momentarily forgetting any nerves and worries due to how endearingly sweet his gestures are. 

You stick all the notes together, prepared to put them in your bag and finally get out of the door, before one last note left by the door frame makes you pause. 

"Whatever happens today, just know that I'm cheering you on. I love you. <3"

"Lee Jihoon, you…" you smile down at the note, noting the fact that he's even drawn a little heart at the end. You shake your head, endlessly fond and, clutching the last post-it note, you open the door and step outside. 

Your nerves are steadily coming back, and your heart is still thumping, but somewhere out there, someone's heart is thumping in tandem with yours. 

One of the reasons I started reading Roman Homosexuality was to get a better idea of how accurate the attitudes toward homosexuality are in Colleen McCullough's Masters of Rome series. She seems to have gotten some things wrong, mainly by portraying homosexuality as more accepted in Greece than in Rome. She also got some things right, like the Romans stereotyping Greeks as "soft" and over-attached to luxury.

This has major implications for Sulla's character arc. In real life he wouldn't had had to conceal his relationship with Metrobius, as he does in the books. Her Roman protagonists also tend to view eastern rulers as effeminate and homosexual, but in real life the stereotype would've been closer to "sybaritic" or "oversexed," not gay/bi specifically. Also, gay men in Masters of Rome are usually portrayed as effeminate (with the possible exceptions of Sulla and Atticus). But the real Romans were quite aware of more "macho" gays - most famously the emperor Otho, who preferred older men.

All that being said: McCullough's books started coming out in 1990. Roman Homosexuality, by Craig Williams, was published in 2010. McCullough did a lot of research, but I don't know how much of the characters' portrayals are her own biases, and how much are her attempt to match the scholarship available to her at the time she wrote. Unfortunately, her portrayal of homosexuality doesn't improve much from the first book to the last (in 2007), so whatever her intentions, I don't think she kept up with the current research...

I also have to reiterate that she accidentally wrote Octavian and Agrippa as a couple. You can find multiple passages in The October Horse and Antony and Cleopatra where McCullough clearly realized "...this sounds gay," tried to no-homo it, and it only sounded gayer. She added Octavian falling in love with Livia. Nope, still gay, and now it's a polycule! I can't even be mad at her for it, because the result is really, really funny.

Anyway. The moral of the story is: if you're a writer, then even if you have no intention of writing queer romance, I highly recommend reading a book or two in the genre, or else you may pull a McCullough and write a queer romance by accident. Which is not a problem, I love queer romance. But you'd probably prefer to communicate platonic or romantic relationships intentionally to your readers, yes? Besides, it'll help you avoid writing stereotypes like she did.

(I'm still less than halfway through Williams' book. Might revise or add to this post later.)

I'm gonna vent on an extremely petty and genuinely insignificant irritation and then I'll have it out of my system and be good again. ✌️✨

So there's 29 Fridays between now and July. I'll have posted at least chapter 58 by the time the book comes out. I'm currently writing chapter 45 and I'm probably just slightly short of halfway through the fic. By chapter 58, I'll be locked in hard on a lot of elements of Bill's backstory.

So this is basically the worst case scenario as far as my fic is concerned: the book's coming out way too late for me to take advantage of it to develop Bill's backstory, way too soon for me to be able to comfortably say my fic isn't canon compliant because it simply predates The Book of Bill, and way too many months away for me to reasonably pause writing/posting until it comes out so I can revise my plans based on the new info.

Irritated as heck that we're about to get the biggest lore drop we've ever got for the main character of the monstrous fic I'm working on, I can't make the slightest use of it, and all it can possibly do re: my fic is undermine anything I write; and I've just gotta wait half a year to find out. Basically all I can do is keep writing and cross my fingers that everything I'm currently working on won't be contradicted too hard.

Five years without any new Gravity Falls material, and now is when we get a new book on Bill Fricking Cipher? It couldn't have been a year earlier or a year later? It's like the drop date was custom chosen to happen at the ONE moment in my life when it'll be the MOST difficult for me to get excited about it. Any other time, any other time would have been awesome! I'd be stoked as hell! But nah it's right now.

Gripe gripe, piss moan whine, rage against the dying of the light, et cerera.

(Before anyone tries to offer me a sympathetic "oh your writing will still have value even if it's not canon compliant": 1. I know that, thanks; and 2. I take pride & pleasure in being canon compliant in a malicious-compliance "you and I both know this would never be canon but you and I also both know there's nothing in canon that contradicts a single word I said" way. It WILL bug me if whatever I write is rendered fundamentally incompatible as I'm writing it and I just have to keep on trucking knowing that the words I'm putting down are Wrong.)

Okay, vent complete.

HYPERSOMNIA MARCH DEV LOG : "If you have love in your heart"

Hi! For all of you who follow HYPERSOMNIA, you should already know what the gist is here, but for those of you who are new, or just new to our tumblr, let me fill you in!

For 2024, I am trying to release a dev log about HYPERSOMNIA once a month, may come earlier, may come a little late, but I'm doing this to help give insight on to how the game is going, and to give me motivation to work on the game.

First things first, sorry about the incomplete drawing for this month's log. I've been sitting on this drawing for months and haven't touched it, and I needed a drawing for this months log so I thought "Eh, what the hell."

For this month, things have been a bit up and down, I've been focusing on more smaller stuff in engine this month, and bigger stuff outside of engine. So there's not a lot that's been added but there is new stuff that I'd like to share. :)

I'd like to start with the smaller stuff first, since I feel like most logs I've started with the bigger stuff and kinda run out of steam by the end. So it'll be along the lines of "Small in-engine stuff > Big in-engine stuff > News/closing thoughts".

NOW LET'S GET TO THOSE UPDATES!

Lots of menu work has been done this month, which isn't very exciting sounding but it's nice to be getting this stuff over with.

HYPERSOMNIA has a smaller resolution than RPG Maker MV's default, and the thing about that is a lot of content in menus doesn't scale accordingly, leaving stuff to get cut off and preventing the player from accessing information.

One of the things I've had to do is get the player's HP and HS to appear on the status screen. These usually appear on the main menu of the game, but since I use an alternate menu for screen space, they had to be relocated. (courtesy of SundialShark, I'm not familiar with JS so they've been a super big help with certain things in the game.)

The game's title screen also saw a slight improvement, I found a plugin that replaces the windowed options on the title screen with pictures, making them more customized. The title screen artwork itself will be revised later, as I whipped it up as a placeholder.

Also, do you remember last month's dev log? Specifically, the part of it where I talked about the equip menu in battle? Well shortly after writing that dev log, it was finished!

This works how you'd expect it to, you can equip/unequip eyes and give them to other party members. The only drawback to this is that touchscreen isn't fully supported I've been told, which is fine since this is a game intended for PC. It does work with controller though which is nice.

Speaking of battles, I've been working on special attack animations! I have the main 4's offense animations done.

My personal favourite is Jack's. Everyone else does it all cool but Jack aims like he's holding a gun which is cooler. I'll probably touch up Ross' animation, since it looks kinda weird to me. I think his head might be too small.

Also, would you believe me if I told you that isn't all the battle stuff that was done this month? This is where that "Big in-engine" stuff kicks in.

THE BACKGROUND SYSTEM HAS BEEN IMPROVED! (ALONG WITH ME DESIGNING SOME NEW ENEMIES!)

This took a bit of time to configure, but I replaced the old background system for a new one

(Which was originally set up with my buddy Majimjam of HYADES, awesome game that has a demo out RIGHT NOW!)

With Jengamon's EarthBound Backgrounds plugin, it's been really fun to just toy with it and see what I can make. I would try and run down how this works, but the funny thing is I don't even know how this works. Or, at least in full anyways. I know how to configure it and set up new presets for enemies.

That's pretty much all the in-engine stuff I've done this month, but I'm not out of stuff to talk about yet.

First, I recently wrote a thread on the RPG Maker Forums about HYPERSOMNIA, which you can read here!

Secondly, some of you might've seen this already but I decided to cut FIREBALL from the game's soundtrack fully.

There were a multitude of reasons as to why, but the biggest one is I just don't feel like FIREBALL fits HYPERSOMNIA anymore. The vision has shifted since 2021 and I feel like music for battles could reflect it better, so FIREBALL was scrapped.

The song was uploaded to my personal YouTube channel though, so you can still listen to it here.

Third, THE NEW TRAILER IS ALMOST DONE!

There's still a few things that need to be touched up, but the music and footage is all fully recorded! All that's left to do is throw it in the editor and refine it until it's finished.

I'm very proud of this trailer so far, and I think it'll blow every other trailer I've made out of the water. My goal for this trailer was to improve the editing and I think that's definitely one of the highlights for this trailer.

I'd really like to post a quick sneak peak, but everything about this trailer I feel will be such a surprise that I don't want to spoil it. You'll just have to wait for the Mother Direct!

And that's it for this month! Slow but steady progress is how I'd sum up March. I'm definitely looking forward to the future. Mostly because I'm going to a restaurant with family later today, but next month will have more in store. Like my birthday! Big things coming.

Thanks for reading to the end of the dev log, same as always, these are fun to write. I appreciate you reading them!

If this is your first log you're reading, or even your first time seeing ANYTHING relating to HYPERSOMNIA, I got a whole bunch of links for you to check out if you wanna know more about me and my stupid little game.

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Where I can read your fics? They seem pretty interesting!

Thank you for the ask, love! Fic links, anyone?

You can find all of my fics on Ao3! I need to make an actual like... Official link post, don't I? I used to have one pinned but other things take priority.

So I guess I'll sprinkle the links to my fics here for your immediate viewing pleasure instead of sending you on a wild goose chase ;)

IMPORTANT NOTE — A lot of my fics are locked so only people with confirmed AO3 accounts can read them. This is because of AI scraping, obvs. TMDG is the only one that I think is unlocked since it's fairly new. But it'll eventually get locked as well.

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| The What Do You Want Duology | 🥀 💀 |

(YWIW, the sequel, still lies unfinished, unfortunately, but WDYW is completed and currently under revisions!)

Summary (for those still not in the know):

Frisk spent most of her life fighting to survive in a cruel world where her only upper hand was her soul's Determination and her feminine charms. After angering the most dangerous man in her life, she is thrown down into Hell to be ripped apart and destroyed by the demons said to inhabit it. With her soul refusing to give up, of course she survives.

However, when she is taken hostage by the infamous Gaster brothers, she finds herself trapped in the strange, abyssal gaze of Sans the Skeleton. With political and sexual tensions on the rise, can these two work through their differences? Or will they forever be asking each other, "What Do You Want?"

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| Baby Face - UF Highschool AU | 💖 🤘🏻 |

Technically an au based off of my characterizations of the UF characters in wdyw. This one is tooth rottingly sweet and set in a surface Ebbott City in the 90s. Inspo was movies like Clueless & the documentary Kid 90. I actually loved this story so much I completely reworked it and turned it into an original novel.

Important to note that this fic isn't really a romance. It's more about platonic love and friendships than it is about Frans romance.

Summary:

Seniors should not date freshmen. No matter what. Not even if the freshman is hot. Not even if the freshman says it's ok. Not even if the freshman makes moves. That’s the mantra Sans lives by, and even though Frisk, one of the cutest girls according to all of his friends, catches a crush of epic proportions on him, he makes it a point to keep his distance. She’ll thank him later.

Or

Sans is in a rock band and Frisk has a big ole unrequited crush on him.

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| The Most Dangerous Game | 💙 🔪 💔 |

The dreaded serial killer dead dove fic we've all been raving about recently!!!

It's important to note that this one isn't a romance. They are (albeit obsessive) enemies through and through.

Summary:

Frisk Starling should've been used to cases like these. After all, it was her duty to investigate. Give the victims their voice back, catch the sick freak who did it and give the broken families the justice she couldn’t have for herself.

That is until a string of murders throughout the tristate area begin to appear. Women used like toys, mutilated and disposed of for the cops and journalists to find with only the tiniest slivers of useless evidence and the glaring fact that all the women...

Every…

Single…

One…

Look almost exactly like her… Frisk begins to wonder if maybe… the monster she's hunting down has turned her into the hunted.

And God, does she make the most exhilarating, delicious prey yet…

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Honorable mention One Shots:

| The Witch, The Judge & the 3 Card Gamble | ♠️♥️♣️ |

Probably my best prose ever. Genuinely.

Summary:

After suffering a gruesome bullet to the ribs, the vengeful Witch hovers over a dying fire, praying her campsite isn’t spotted by vagabonds who’d surely make her pay for existing…

But as a shadow blots out the stars if not for the two red pricks of light glaring her down, she fears her true nightmares have come to claim her after all; The Grim Reaper, the judge of her fate.

And she doesn’t like her odds.

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| We'll See - Christmas Rom Com | 🎄 💕 |

I wrote this as a secret Santa present to @themsource. It is very cute and fucking funny if I do say so myself. It puts the comedy in Romantic Comedy.

Summary:

Sans has some inhibitions about Christmas, clouded with cynicism and bitterness. But if there's anyone to make him have a change of heart, it's Frisk; Ebbot City's own Little Miss Mother Teresa.

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☣️ HONORABLE MENTION SMUT ONE SHOTS ☣️

| French Kisses | Smut | 🫧💓 |

Summary: Sans has landed a well-paying position as a senior accountant and Frisk has a few ideas on how to reward him — one of those ideas involves a French Maid dress.

| The Librarian's Assistant | Smut | 📚💓 |

This one was pretty steamy...

Summary: Frisk's days working as a librarian can get pretty quiet and repetitive... Until a new patron with an obvious infatuation with her starts becoming a regular visitor.

Eventually she can't help herself...

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I hope you are satisfied with my thorough answer! If you do end up reading, I'd love to hear from you again on your thoughts! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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I feel like you've answered something similar ao sorry if it's repetitive!! Do you usually work with, like "bolt from the blue" ideas, or do you sit and plan something out? As in, thinking up a story to write and laying the groundwork etc.?

I ask because I usually have a sudden idea, more or less formed, but I always run out of steam with them. I'm passionate about them but they're easily "damaged" in a sense, and fall apart eventually. I haven't had an idea like that in maybe 4 years. Recently I sat down and actively tried to come up with a story from scratch. It feels less passionate and exciting and I hope that stuff comes later once the basics are mapped.

I was wondering what your personal experience with starting out is, and your perspective! Ty 💗

well i used to be able to have an okay idea, sit down and write it, and be decently happy with it. but as i've improved as a writer, it goes more like: find a vibe, write a meandering 10k to figure out the story the vibe conjures, rewrite it knowing that story, and go from there. the benefit of this is that i end up being very happy with the final product rather than decently happy, and it also makes revision easier because it becomes easier to see a piece's true potential. the drawback is that everything takes a million years to write.

here's an example:

the other night i couldn't sleep. i ended up staring at my ceiling for 4 hours thinking about a one piece fic idea. it came to me fully formed, like i knew how it started, how it ended, and more or less how to get there. it would be a one-shot, maybe 8k. was it a good idea? no. did i start writing it anyway? yes.

i also had another idea, far more amorphous. in fact all i had was a single image and i was trying to figure out what story could be told around that image (this is how i finished my novel recently too, except the image i had in my head didn't end up making it to the final draft at all, but that's how it be sometimes). no matter how hard i thought about it, no story developed. so i started writing it anyway just to see what would happen. i was seeking just a general feeling of a character's intense yearning and self-loathing; i was curious about how he would develop in this specific AU.

i have about 6k of both fics. the first one did what you mentioned: i got to a certain point and lost steam. if i put my mind to it, i could barrel through and finish it, but i'll probably never be super happy with it. in other words, it'll get the job done, but the job itself is not very good.

the second one is just a pile of random thoughts completely unstructured, but it has legs. the former can't be revised to be better than what it is, because i set the ambition too early. the second one can become something really cool, but that requires me to follow it until an actual story arises, and when that happens i'll have to go back and rewrite it knowing what the story is. it'll take longer, but it'll be better for it. it might be a small thing that sparks a much larger thing down the line.

there's nothing wrong with the first method. i wrote and published a number of stories by knowing what the thing was before i began writing. but the second method is more fulfilling and keeps me engaged for longer.

so i guess what i'm saying is, maybe know less about what you want to write. let yourself draft to explore. don't be afraid of rewriting. pay attention to the paragraphs and sentences you really like, because even if they don't make sense now, you'll find a place for them later.

if you want more concrete advice, i talk more about drafting and setting ambition in an issue of my newsletter.

JESSIE BABE DO YOU WRITE FOR SEAMUS FINNIGAN???

i love my irish baby but there's not much content for him. :(

anyways if you do write for him could you do some fluffy dating hcs with him? <333

♡ dating headcanons - s.f ♡

ofc!! <3 @xosunshiine

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; seamus finnigan x reader

category; fluff, headcanons

summary; cute headcanons for dating seamus finnigan

warnings/content; some swearing

other; none

(we're going to be toning down the "blows stuff up" trait because we all know that was jkr's stereotypes shining through)

•when he talks really quickly, you may struggle to understand what he's saying, so you end up nodding and humming. dean translates later.

•speaking of dean - you have to get on with him. dean and seamus have a strong friendship and it'll kill him inside if you can't get on with his best friend. vice versa

•will punch someone for you, hands down. it's a 50/50 to if he wins the fight or not

•he's a halfblood so he understands the muggle world - however, he's a master of the buses in particular, and will take you on loads of dates that require bus journeys

•important dates often slip his mind, so he buys himself a calendar specifically for you and anything to do with what you're doing when you start going out

•has a song he's dedicated to the two of you in his head - the song changes weekly

•he blew up one fucking feather in first year and that's his reputation forever - when you say your boyfriend is seamus, the reaction is usually "oh the exploding gryffindor" to which you have to deadpan glare at them

•you've got to knock some sense into him when he starts yelling at harry for being a liar - it does cause an argument between you, but it's short lived

•he's actually, in his own way, such a gentleman. a genuine nice guy, not the misogynistic standard of men having to pay for everything. i just mean he's always going to be letting people know if their skirts have ridden up, always letting you use his homework, making sure your home/back to your dorm safely

•likes to walk you to your lessons, but it isn't always plausible

•if you're a gryffindor, he's always sitting with you in the common room; if you aren't a gryffindor, he's sneaking you in or vice versa

•if you get detention, he'll get it with you

•if he gets detention, you'll get it with him, and then he'll be mildly annoyed at you for getting yourself in trouble

•you aren't his first partner likely, but you're the last and he makes sure you know it

•probably married quite young? pretty standard in the harry potter universe, probably cos of all the war and stuff, but i see that anyway for him

•definitely buys the best gifts for your birthday, christmas ect. he's just a great gift buyer

•wear his flannels and he'll act mildly annoyed because he wanted to wear it, but try give it back to him and he'll basically force it back to you. whether they're big, small, fit perfectly, basically he loves to see it

•terrible at revising, like he does not want to pay attention and he's so easily distracted. good luck getting him to revise for anything

•he's also terrible at constructing things, e.g shelves. it always ends up with the two of you on the floor crying over unnecessarily vague instructions, before abandoning it for takeaway

•burns himself all the time when cooking

•has also burnt himself lighting a cigarette before

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Danny Phantom Teacher AU

Full fic posted in AO3: Danny Phantom Teacher AU - Chapter 1 - EP10 - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]

And Fanfiction: Danny Phantom Teacher AU Chapter 1, a danny phantom fanfic | FanFiction

Chapter 4:

"Good morning, Mr. Fenton!" Madam Jones, one of the Math teachers and part-time counselor of Canterville school, greeted Danny with a smile.

"Good morning," replied Danny gleefully as he scanned his badge by the door outside the teachers' room.  "How are you today?"

"As usual. You know how bothersome things are. Some kids aren't performing well this semester because of the change in syllabus and new subjects introduced.  It'll take a while for them to get used to it. Otherwise, I'll have to request the education board to revise the new subjects."

Madam Jones proceeded to scan her badge after Danny. She was a senior teacher in this school for over 20 years. So, she was very familiar with the ins and outs of school happenings.

"And how's it going for you as the new teacher here, Mr. Fenton?" 

"Well, I encountered some troublemakers yesterday and managed to remediate just one problem." Danny opened and held the door to let her walk in, "After you."

"Thank you. Oh, was it about a couple of students fighting yesterday?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"News here spreads fast, dear. It won't be the last time you'll hear the students fighting in this school. It's been happening quite often compared to last year," she chuckled.

"Well, that's delightful to know," Danny remarked sarcastically. 

"It's just a matter of sorting it out peacefully. In any case, if you have any questions, you can always reach out."

"Oh yeah, I got one.  I just recently read an article online about a student here who got violently attacked about a month ago.  Is this true?"

Madam Jones hummed and tried to recall something in her mind. "Yeah, I know about that incident. It was a bizarre case."

"What exactly happened?"

"From what I remember, that student was said to have messed with some witchcraft or something. About a month ago, she was found bleeding and unconscious in the old abandoned school building. She's said to be hospitalized and still recovering. The police weren't able to find the culprit. There's no eyewitness or security footage to prove who attacked her. That poor girl refuses to talk to anyone after that incident. So, the case is unsolved." 

"That's tragic. Do you think the perpetrator could be someone outside the school?"

"Unlikely. There are security cameras outside the school compound. The school security had already reviewed the footage, and nobody was seen trespassing."

"So, it could likely be done by someone inside the school."

"Possibly, but we have no proof if the culprit is someone in the school either."

"Hmm, you mentioned we have an old abandoned school building...?"

"Yes, it's the building behind block C.  All entrances to that building are already blocked to prevent other students from accessing it."

"I see. Well, thanks for the info."

"Anytime. Oops, I need to go to the next class now.  I'll chat with you later," Madam Jones looked at her watch and quickly picked up her books.

"See you later."

He briefly waved as she walked out of the teachers' room. He then rubbed the back of his neck and thought, I should probably check out that place...

***

Recess just started, and Danny had a couple of hours of spare time before his next class started. He walked around to survey the old abandoned school building. The main entrance to the building and the ground-level windows were all boarded up. The walls were stained with mold, and the paint flaked and washed out. Several window panels shattered, and all windows had a layer of thick dust accumulated on the surface. Weeds, tall grasses, and poison ivies surrounding the building were overgrown, making it more difficult for anyone to access. 

Not for Danny. He had explored so many risky places that a simple abandoned building like this wouldn't deter him from entering. He looked around to ensure no one was watching, but he did not notice two pairs of eyes peeking behind the bush from a distance. Two girls from the senior class were watching him and wondering what he was doing.

"What's he doing at a place like this?" whispered one of the girls. "I hope he's not planning on doing something creepy. You know what happened a month ago in this place was messed up."

"Shh, look," The other girl pointed eagerly at him as he walked around the corner of the building until he disappeared from their peripheral vision behind the wall. "Let's get closer!"

As they carefully approached the corner, they were caught off guard by the overgrowth foliage and poison ivies blocking the pathway behind the building.  Danny was nowhere in sight.

"What the...?! Did he just walk right into the thick poison ivy bushes without a flinch?"

"Shit, we can't go around the other side of the building either. It's entirely infested with bugs and poison ivies. Let's leave. We'll catch him later," both girls groaned and decided to walk away.

***

Danny dusted off the cobwebs caught onto his sleeve after he got inside the building without much hassle. He found himself standing inside a dingy old classroom and began looking around the place.

Old desks and chairs were messily piled up in the corner. Some were broken and dented, while others seemed as if they got violently crushed by force. Graffiti was haphazardly written on the stained walls, and debris was scattered on the soiled floor. The board on the ceiling was torn with holes. There were even remains of a dried-up rat stuck in the vines that dangled through the windows. The whole place looked like it could crumble anytime soon if an Earthquake were to hit the area.

He walked out of the room and headed straight into a dark corridor. This area was not in any better state than the classroom that he just stepped out of.  Several broken glasses and moldy rubbish were lying on the floor. He had to be careful walking in this area. The further he walked down, the darker it got. It wasn't long before he felt a chill down his spine, and mist appeared on his breath. He froze in front of a door to another classroom. Something foreboding was inside. He could sense it.

He slowly opened the decaying door, and he had to be very cautious when entering the room. The temperature in the classroom instantly dipped.  His whole body shivered as he looked up at a pair of big glowing eyes staring down at him. It growled at him with a deep guttural sound. Whatever that thing was, it looked huge and inhuman. 

"A girl was attacked in this building last month. Are you the one who did it?" Danny spoke to it sternly.

It hissed momentarily before answering him, "She opened a portal for us using her witchcraft. Many had managed to escape through the portal. And as a token of gratitude, we got to break her so that she won't reveal it to her kind." A row of megalodon-sized glowing fangs, that stretched across its vein-filled face, emerged from the dark. 

Danny gasped. He knew natural ghost portals were a common sight in Amity Park, but this was the first time he heard about someone opening a portal using sorcery. If that portal was still active, he must seal it before any sinister ghosts kept coming through.

"Where is the portal, ghost!" Danny snapped at it.

"It's in my haunt, and I'm guarding it," it stretched its left deformed bulging arm and blocked a wall scribbled with incantation scripts.  Right in the center of the wall was a concentrated pool of swirling green ectoplasmic energy. He recognized that the thing behind the ghost was an active portal.

"You've defied the law of truce between this realm and the Ghost Zone. You've no right to stay in this realm. Now, hand it over before I decide to send you to the Ghost Zone Prison."

"It's mine! No one, not even the likes of you, shall take it away from me!" Its eyes glowed brighter with rage.

The temperature in the entire room plunged to freezing level. A thin layer of icy frost materialized on the wall surface in an instant.

"Not if I take over your haunt, big boy." Danny grinned menacingly at it.

Would you ever write anything shippy?

And an alternative:

Would you ever write super cracky alternative scenes for Seven Secret Disasters. I'm talking just so silly. If so, which scenes?

I like reading shippy content but I'm a bit intimidated by writing it. I do have ideas for a Ravioli arc, but the problem is that it's set AFTER Several Secret Disasters... which I WILL finish, but... uhh... *coughs blood* one of these days. Or maybe if I get stuck again it'll end up as a side story. Or just write it in advance and publish it later. I WANNA WRITE IT. And I may also write some oneshots for either that pairing or a different one at some point. Maybe as part of a prompt event?

(But also I'm an aro ace virgin whose only experience with dating is dates I didn't even realise were dates at the time, what even is romance and sex, help.)

As for crack... I mean, yeah, I love writing crack scenes xD one which does come to mind - and which I probably WILL write at some point - is the alternate universe where Wild doesn't actually manage to get through the portal at the end of IWWAMtG and instead goes on a culinary revenge tour with Flora (just as threatened in that chapter - she was NOT serious, but she WILL commit to the bit).

I do also sometimes revise scenes to make them LESS cracky, and I often keep the original snippets - none are particularly long, but here's one:

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For some reason, there was a rabbit in Wild’s lap.

‘Why is there a rabbit in my lap?’ he belatedly asked aloud.

‘Because I put him there,’ Hyrule explained despondently. ‘See how much I love you?’

Wild looked down at the rabbit in question. Legend stared placidly back at him.

‘He’s really cute,’ Wild mumbled, eyes prickling with bun bun-induced brain liquification.

‘Fuck my entire life,’ muttered Legend.

2 — The Shield

A weekend can be spent doing anything and everything, from complaining about the vendors blocking the driveway to feeding the stray dogs and cats under the shade of rusty awning. For Amory, it was writing a critique for a film their professor made the class watch, while for their little brother Danilo, it was horsing around at the plaza with his friends. As for their parents? They were out for groceries, so Amory had the compound to themself. Before resuming their work, they made sure every possible entrance was shut and locked, of course.

Now, the critique paper their professor wanted was for a corny movie that was released approximately a hundred years ago, during the forsaken era of anthrax and plane crashes. The topic itself was still relevant, but the direction made them cringe and want to just... turn away from the ideals. Still, they persevered, hoping the professor would see just how crappy the delivery was while complying with the rubric.

Their fingers clacked away at the keyboard. Sometimes they'd go back a sentence or two to make sure nothing seemed redundant. They just had to cram every idea they had into the paper, so their fingers practically galloped across the keys. They occasionally paused to check the cadence or drink water, and then they'd resume typing. It was a steady rhythm that helped them many times before.

Once they had written about forty percent of their piece, they ate lunch. Rice and some vegetable stew, washed down with water. Then they went back to working, faster and more diligently, until they had already written three pages' worth of analysis. After they checked the old clock on the wall to find it was one PM, they sat back to take a breather.

Their phone chirped with Messenger notifications. Amory glared at it like it owed them money. It was a message from Yasmine, one of their contacts at the theater club, asking if she could come over, since she needed help revising a script for the theater club. They told her no, sorry, they were too busy trying not to get an aneurysm from how stupid their assignment was. How about an audio call? And she replied with a thumbs up. And as expected, the special ringtone grated against their ears not three seconds later. They swore and hit Answer.

"Hello?"

"What's up, heathen," they drawled, pulling up the laptop again to continue typing.

"I'm stuck," Yasmine whined, "This scene is so dumb! And why do my lines have to sound so... cliché?"

"Theater *is* cliché, face it. There's no drama in nuance." Amory squinted at a very uncompelling sentence and deleted it. "Who're you supposed to play?"

"Liz. She has a crush on this guy and they've been dating for ages. Story goes something along the lines of 'She's beautiful. He's charming. They're perfect for each other, but the world said nuh-uh.' But the opening scene..."

"What about it?"

"A cringe meet-cute. With books and papers flying everywhere and stuff."

They audibly snorted, almost doing a keysmash. "Oh, that sucks. And they didn't let you change it?"

"No," she whimpered. "I'm doomed. What should I do?"

"Hmm." Typing. They were 70% done with the paper. They glanced at the sixth paragraph, wondering whether it would make their professor fume or not. "Don't fulfill expectations. Make them angry at each other after the meet-cute. 'You ruined my favorite dress!' and 'You're not supposed to run in heels!' type-a thing. It'll be funny."

Yasmine laughed. "Oh, brilliant. Thanks, Amory. Seriously."

They rolled their eyes. "'Course. Anything to help the deteriorating drama ensemble of the renowned Pearlcrest International..."

"Hey!"

"Suck it up, Yassy, it's the truth."

"Whatever, nerd." She laughed once more. "Thanks again."

"Sure. Buh-bye."

They ended the call, set their phone aside and resumed working with a newfound vigor, probably from the fact that they just derailed the plans of the horrible, horrible director of the theater club. They typed furiously, and when it finally struck three PM, they were done. They saved the file, sent it to the class Google Drive, then stretched their arms.

Five minutes later they heard the front door opening. They froze and squinted, hand hovering over their bulky mouse in case they had to fend off an intruder, before a kicking of worn sneakers announced Danilo's arrival.

"Heya!"

"Good afternoon, loser," they deadpanned, observing as their little brother performed a weird dance and punched the air in between shuffles. Looks like he had a better time than Amory did. "Mind telling why you're so gleeful in spite of the Hour of Skin Cancer?"

He shrugged. "Not my fault you're drowning in homework. I just talked to the prettiest girl in my grade! We went to the plaza together! Oh, and I took it upon myself to get the fro-yo flavor she wanted. Ya should've seen her smile!" His grin widened.

Amory stared at him. This was news, but whatever. They had more important things on their mind. "Well, congratulations, bachelor. You can now bring home a wife to force your DNA inside until her health fails you. Now wash your shoes."

"Why are you being such a killjoy today?" he groaned.

"Because I watched the most repulsive piece of media on orders of my language professor and I'm spiting him with my output. Can you wash your shoes now?"

"Ugh." He stomped into the kitchen to do it. "You're just jealous because you don't have anyone crushing on you or vice versa," he called over the rush of tap water and scrubbing.

"And I'm perfectly fine with that. My life doesn't revolve around other people's view of my bodily appeal and recreating iconic romance novel scenes, unlike you..." they muttered, reaching for their phone.

"What did you say?"

"I said you suck at flirting!"

There was a startling clang as their mother's favorite pot tumbled and screeched across the floor from the kitchen, narrowly missing Amory's ear. They got up — oh great a neighbor heard and screamed — and picked it up. "Dan," they began as they marched into the source, "do NOT throw a tantrum. You're fourteen. Four years until you can get arrested."

He grunted in response. At least he cleaned his shoes, Amory noted with a small nod, sliding the pot into the cupboard where it came from.

For the rest of the hours until their parents came home, Amory ignored their brother and shut themself in their room. Facebook provided a temporary distraction from the indifferent world beyond the walls of the house;

it was all they really needed nowadays. They swiped through fun and games, candid shots and unpermitted textcaps, and a couple of oily pore selfies (of which their classmates were pretty proud). There was a nagging feeling of inadequacy that Amory refused to pay mind to as they looked at each and every one of the posts. Amory sighed, shaking their head to dispel the intrusive thoughts. They refused to succumb to the comparison trap. Their life might not be picture-perfect, but it was better than risking sunburn and jail.

Closing Facebook, they turned their attention to something else. Novels! Fiction! A well-worn book from their shelf would serve them well, one they probably memorized by heart already. The familiarity was comfort, transporting them to worlds far away from the woes of reality.

The main character was about to die when Amory heard the door squeak open.

Run ARMY! (Cooking Part) a2 d3

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader won the opportunity to film a spin off of Run BTS! celebrating the boys return from enlistment, called Run ARMY!, over the course of seven days.

Word Count: 733

Notes: This part takes place way later, towards the end. I wanted Reader to have a nice candid moment with ARMY, bc I love this fandom a lot, y'know? It needs a lot of revision so that it's less rambly and dense, but I'd like to keep the honest and frank atmosphere I've got going on here. It'll probably change a lot by the time I actually get to this part of the fic, but I'll keep something like it in the final product, I'm sure.

Took Inspirations from Run ARMY! series on Tik Tok by _yamanika_ and Guess The Bias! by HelloMyAlien7 on Ao3

Warnings: I don't think there's any?

Masterlist Link <3 | Prev Part Link c: | Next Part Link :D

You crouch down to come face to lens with the camera in the hallway and wave tiredly.

“Hello~” you drawl out in a whisper, giving a small smile, “The boys have treated me to so many yummy Korean foods, so, because this is our last morning before we travel back to Seoul, I am up stupid early,” You pause to pull out your phone to show the glaring 5:15am, as if the pre-dawn lighting wasn’t already evidence enough. “So I make them my family’s traditional pre-travel breakfast feast!” You give a near-silent cheer and jazz hands to the camera before heaving yourself to your feet and ambling your way over to the kitchen.

As you set about gathering up your ingredients and finding your required utensils, you make sure to look around and spot all of the kitchen cameras. You hadn’t really had much purpose in here before, and when you had there were usually camera directors about to be mindful of instead of the mounted cameras you were taking advantage of now.

One of the cameras happens to be angled toward an ideal space to do most of your prep work (probably on purpose) so you point to it and make your way over.

“I don’t like cooking alone.” you tell it in a low, conspiratorial tone. “So you’re gonna be my buddy and listen to me babble.”

That being said you really only whistle lightly to yourself as you finish collecting the ingredients and lay out the stuff for your first dish - a simple fruit salad. When you begin slicing up the first apple, you finally start speaking to the camera as promised.

“Now, I know I’m not one of the members, but I hope ARMY will be fine with whatever this segment looks like anyways,” You start softly, “BTS may be my ult bias group, but ARMY is my ult bias fandom, you know? It might be weird to say as ARMY myself, but I’ve never seen another fandom quite like it.” You take a breath and pause your chopping, flexing your wrists and popping your knuckles while you contemplate.

“ARMY was welcoming from the start, for me.” You continue, “Heck, someone gave me a link for a BTS101 guide at some point! That was actually super helpful, It made catching up with content and understanding memes a lot easier.” you smile at the memory, grateful still to the person who’d given it to you. “It’s a very warm and close community, and very open and accessible to new people. That’s pretty rare, in my experience.”

You switch tracks now, beginning to explain what you’re making even though you’re already halfway done. No one claimed you were a pro at this entertainment stuff. “I’m making a fruit salad right now. It’s easiest to start with because after I put the lemon juice on, i can just put in in the fridge and get it out of the way.” You inform the camera. “My Ma says it’s the most important part of this spread because it lets us pretend any of it is healthy.” You laugh softly at yourself as you dice up your chosen fruits.

You’d been kind of surprised you’d been able to find everything you wanted, given that you weren’t entirely sure which fruits were available in South Korea. There had definitely been a few you’d never seen before when you’d gone shopping, and you were curious to try, but you were going for traditional today so you’d just have to hope you could find them again at an Asian market at home.

You fall into a bit of a daze as you wash fruits, chop them up, and dump them in a bowl on repeat. The silence you fall into is broken only by the occasional whistled tune or soft hum from you. You’re broken from your trance when it’s at long last time to sprinkle in the lemon juice and sugar and stir it all up. You speak to the camera again as you give your arm a workout trying to mix everything.

“If I really wanted to make this how my grandma does, I’d add this mix of cream cheese and whipped topping that she uses. It’s really yummy, but I think it’s a bit too much like desert for today.” You cover the bowl when you’re done and place it in the fridge.

IDIOSYNCRATIC CHARACTER PT 2

Now, onto the main group of Idiosyncratic. As I said in the last post, I'm just going to provide a basic description of these characters and later on when I've fully revised their sheets, I'll post them here so you all can get the full picture. (Also brace yourself this is probably going to end up being long as all hell. AND IN ADDITION, Imma have to make a third post since this is extremely long and I think it's making tumblr have a brain fart) 

Calixte Stanhope (Main Character) --

Calixte is thought of as a very mysterious, no-nonsense and reticent fellow by nearly every actor who crosses his path and yet at the same time he radiates a very strong aura of confidence and certainty. No matter how badly people want to peel back his facade and dissect his mind, all they can really do is imagine whatever storms are raging inside him, every ounce of thought and emotion remaining well hidden behind the blank, impassive face of a man who's heart has already been calloused and shattered by woes unspoken. Less words wasted on people he deems underserving of his knowledge, who he really is, or why he chooses to work in secrecy when he clearly knows things that can benefit the majority, means way more time to just sit, observe, and ponder--which has become such a habit of his, staring endlessly into the abyss thinking about only God knows what, that he's been properly nicknamed, 'daydreamer'. The kind of deep thinking and conspiring Calixte has been seen engrossing himself in has long since drifted into obsoletion for a lot of people, a few days in Baltimore and most actors reach the understanding that no amount of hankering, dreaming, plotting, or praying will deliver you from your reality--the young man's frequent daydreaming would therefore suggest that there's a lot in his head, apparently, still worth pondering about even after all he's seen and endured, which has led many to grow very skeptical of his claims of being 'an open book'. The young man upon his arrival would be quick to make it known to his fellow actors and every resident of Baltimore who only viewed him as another guinea pig to poke around for their twisted enjoyment that he has only two goals in mind--to reunite with the woman he was ripped away from by an unforgiving train and to wear the blood of the person responsible for their abrupt parting,--and he will not take kindly to anyone or anything that gets in his way. He's also made it abundantly clear that his quixotic willingness to prevail by any means necessary is grounded not in fear of Whitman's hegemony or an intrinsic impulsion to survive, but rather an intense thirst for vengeance that feels almost embedded in the very marrow of his being. This sentiment is what beckons him to reach the finish line, that great castle in the sky, and thensome. While the future is clearly dreary and grim for most of the sad irrelevant souls who clutter the world around him, in his mind his future in already nestled in the palm of his hands and the second he gets opportunity to do so, he will shape it to his liking and manifest the happily ever after he's always deserved. It's just a matter of, how long it'll take, who he'll have to kill, and who he'll have to begrudgingly befriend before can fulfill the burden that was rested upon him as the Calixte Stanhope Class (at beginning): Unremarkable (all new actors start out as unremarkables) Things he always keeps on his person: A journal which he writes entries in on a regular basis, a somewhat old fashioned polaroid camera, and some medication for an unclarified heart condition of his

Sonia Eastaughffe --

She's a very eccentric and boisterous young lady who throughout her few years in Baltimore become a very warm and familiar face a lot of actors look forward to seeing. She's a bit of a similar case to Calixte not only in the sense that she's very secretive about who she is, but also that there's not much known about her except for the obvious which is that she's significantly younger than most actors and demonstrates an unusual indifference towards everything around her. She completes her daily deeds without complaint, does a few extra just for the hell of it, and has performed well enough to be able to afford her own home and start her own business, a humble little beauty boutique/inn where all actors are welcome. It's extremely strange how she's managed to make a good living for herself within such an unbelievably small amount of time while it takes some actors over twenty years to get where they are, which may not even equate to how much work they've done. In that regard, Sonia truly is a complete and utter anomaly. Some even say that she's a particular favorite of the big mayor himself who's gone onto publicly praise her and coin her as an 'exemplary little popsy' numerous times, which also might be confirming that behind that pretty, innocent face is one of the many absolutely deranged partisans of Whitman. It's an uncomfortable thing to think about considering how many people she's welcomed into her shop with that same old delightful smile and innocence that's become so synonymous with her, but it could explain her noticeable unwillingness to speak down on Whitman even she's in aperfectly safe environment to do so. Some continue to speculate that she's actually related to him in some way even though there's no such evidence to back that up since she poofed into Baltimore like every other actor, meanwhile others take a more plausible route suppose that right off the bat she must've just followed the sacred actor motto religiously and that's how she got where she is. Regardless, it's up to actors to decide whether or not she's a person worth trusting and emulating. It's probably worth mentioning that she seems to like Calixte quite a bit for how much he openly distrusts her, its a rarity she's grown to enjoy... Class (at the beginning): Splendor Things she always carries on her person: a very odd dagger, some perfume, and an assortment of little knives she hides all about her person

Quelq'un--

(Had a way better picture but tumblr was being difficult and wouldn't let me upload it so I had to make a quick doodle of bro) He's actually a very compassionate, calm, and patient man who will gladly help any actor who confides in him, sometimes even going out of his way to help those who don't even want anything to do with him which is evident in his many efforts to guide Calixite on the right path when he first woke up in Baltimore. And despite his willingness to help anyone, he mostly hovers around Calixte for some reason and shows a greater concern for him more than anybody, which is interesting, just like everything else about Quelq'un. No one has the slightest idea where he comes from, why he just popped up out of the blue when Calixte arrived in Baltimore, or why he seems to have a creepily deep understanding of everybody he interacts with--but if one things for certain, his mere existence has brought some closure to actors who've dreaded accepting that there is nothing beyond Baltimore and the town's neighboring trading partners, and that they're all alone in this absurd, cruel world. But then again, Quelq'un in many aspects is as far from a figure of hope gets, and probably only goes to show that beyond Baltimore there is a world far more complicated and horrific than anything the average human is capable of processing. His appearance is already peculiar enough but what has really led people to stay as far away from him so as to retain the little sanity and conviction they have left is his incomprehensible abilities, ones that simply do not abide by the laws of physics and nature. Any solace he once brought to people quickly morphed into deep repulsion and terror, especially at the thought of an entity like him not only existing on top of all the other paradoxes that threaten to warp their understandings of their metaphysical beings permanently, but also being able to just phase in and out of the world around them at will. Thinking about what Quelq'un's existence means for every actor who's ever wound up in Baltimore has made people go incoherently mad, to the point that not even Whitman wants anything to do with them and so they're 'dealt with'. However, as absolutely harrowing as that all is, Quelq'un is just a pretty chill and delightful guy--just don't try and pry into mysteries you're not ready for.. Class (at the beginning...): none; does not apply Things he always carries on his person: a seemingly infinite amount of instructional books he personally created to help Actors understand how things work in Baltimore and a very odd silicon staff that seems to be the source of his abilities

Deadpan -

Deadpan is a very straight-faced and stern individual who would describe herself as having no purpose without her knowledge. Not only is she in charge of a very respected ring of scientists who share very noble goals and frequently confer with other actors to discuss their findings, but she herself is just a tremendously respected woman primarily because of how openly and flagrantly she retaliates against Whitman and his perverse burlesque of human society. How does she get away with this? Well, it's simple--she isn't exactly in the same boat as the other actors. What I refrained from mentioning before in my other post is that there is another tier to the actor hierarchy, and that is the 'foreign residents' tier. They make up a measly 15% of the actor population which is actually about 150 individuals altogether (of course that number is occasionally fluctuating due to new additions, people dying, or just straight up disappearing but generally this is the statistic), so of those 150 are a total of about 23 persons who not only don't have to partake in abhorrent acts of violence in order to survive, but who can also preach whatever agenda they wish to without having to hold their tongue in public. Foreign residents are noted to be knowledgeable in fields that would conventionally be considered respectable, like science, medicine, politics, etc., and despite still missing very key fragments of their past, they harbor a deeper understanding of moral and ethics than other actors and can deduce for themselves why the world around them is absolutely, irrefutably absurd, wrong, and savage. Every single day, from when the sun rises and falls, she's cooped up in her makeshift lab jotting down entries of her discoveries and theories in various pamphlets that are distributed among actors who find her testimonies most reliable. When others remember so little of their past and what true civilness looks like that they're forced to accept this world as this new norm, Deadpan rebukes such thinking and dedicates her entire being to gathering evidence that can prove her all famous theory that Baltimore is without a doubt merely the shadow of a real civilization, where every law is reversed and deformed beyond recognition to fit unsavory ideals. How is this possible? How does that influence who ends uphere and who doesn't? If this really is their new reality, wouldn't that mean that her efforts are all in vain? Deadpan is adamant to not rest until she finds the answers to those questions. Class (all throughout the story): foreign resident Things she always carries on her person: a small glass jar of an absolutely atrocious smelling and volatile bright yellow substance with the consistency of mucus that is labaled as "yellow saliva" and no one knows why she keeps it on her person or where she even got it from

Chauncey --

Make no mistake, in spite of his appearance and ethereal aura, Chauncey is about as sweet and pleasant as a rose bush, a beautiful sight to marvel at from afar but upon closer inspection there seems to be a million things it can and will prick at you with. Beyond that smokescreen of a delicate and dashing man who's revered as a idol among Baltimore Citizens for his striking charm and pledged allegiance to the Baltimore way of life, is a powerful being, once filled with integrity and driven by selfless benevolence and wonder now rendered into a frantic and messy Don Quixote who's lost grip on the righteous principles that once defined him. He's a bit in denial about that though and will promptly correct and shutdown anyone who thinks his methods of 'restoring heavenly prosperity' are questionable. And indeed that is correct--Chauncey, even though he's been thrusted into the same predicament as everybody else around him under very weird circumstances, is not of the same world as the other actors. He's of one far more blissful and serene, one that revolved around the kind of order and goodness humans can only dream of emulating. Heaven. How in God's good name did he end up here? Why? Does he know anything that can possibly answer the many, many questions that has been haunting the mind's of every actor who still has hope for freedom from this dystopian hell? Those questions of course can easily be applied to almost any other actor, but obviously the situation is a little more urgent and horrifying when you realize that an angel too has been robbed of their memories and rendered no more powerful than the average human under Whitman's hegemony. All he claims to remember is being a humble and hard working guardian angel who was training to join the Empyrean army, and at some point his memories just sludge into an indecipherable blur. Some actors straight up just don't believe him and think his words are simply the final hurrahs of another sad soul who is teetering on the brink of insanity. It's a truly bizarre and cruel situation all around that has clearly taken its toll on Chauncey who is seemingly a complete Jekyll and Hyde now, Baltimore's most beloved laughingstock on stage and an idealistic agitator behind closed curtains. It's probably worth mentioning that despite all the charm and flamboyant flare he uses to get on the Whitizens' good side, he's still a Dog and has been for his last five years in Baltimore--a Dog who's in fact more famous for his antics of rebellion and revolution than how good he is at dancing, singing, and putting a show for the public's entertaining. The sad reality is, he's really only kept around because the Whitizens quite enjoy watching him humiliate himself in order to maintain some semblance of a good reputation, so much so they're willing to pay to see him humiliate himself or much worse cases, humiliate him themselves. No one really knows exactly what the latter suggests, but surely it's not anything too bad since Chauncey always seems to walk out the same impudent stardreamer everyone knows him as, with a couple extra Craz (Baltimore money) in his pockets to boot. People often assume he just holds onto his hard-earned money considering that, well, he doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, but that's not exactly the case; deep in the forests of Baltimore resides a very humble community of Dogs who despise Whitman through and through and as a result have been wounded, shunned, and discarded by society and left to rot in the outskirts. Chauncey, however, swept into their lives and took it upon himself to be their new leader--solemnly swearing to protect them and care for them, no matter what. And in return, all he asks, is that they follow instruction and allow him to shape them into the best versions of themselves... Class (in the beginning): Dog Things he carries on his person: A nail fail and a very peculiar crystal shaped totem he's often seen talking directly into as if something resides in there

Dixie Wixted--

With such striking beauty and a soft buttery country accent that has successfully lured many love-struck bachelors to her doorstep, Dixie Wixted for sure is one of the most familiar faces in Baltimore, especially in the illegal underbelly, and surprisingly for all the right reasons. She has a such an enticing wit and unique intelligence about her that serves to reassure that she's just the kind of knowledgeable and smart gal you want as a friend. Where most people panic and get flustered, Dixie sits back, indulges on a bottle of wine, and lights a cigarette to not letting this world see her crumble. It's such an admirable outlook many have adopted as inspiration to keep pushing onward, no matter how much the odds may seemed stacked against them--advice from her seems to resonate a lot better than from Deadpan who even doesn't have to endure what they do on a daily basis or Quelq'un who, although he means well, is an unsettling sight to behold and also doesn't have to regularly perform acts of violence just to afford a single meal. In such a way that could almost make Chauncey envious, Dixie has become a bit of an icon and in the same way Quelq'un wishes he could, she's helped people ease into this new reality of theirs. In all the absurdity and suffering that surrounds them, Dixie is about as close to normal and relatable as it gets--wanting to survive because that's all she can do. But that just begs the question, where does Dixie's laidback demeanor come from? Its very impressive, yes, but to a certain degree. There's a eventually point where admiration dissolves into confusion at how lethargic and overly blase she can get at times, even in more urgent matters that should alarm her. But it seems that she just cannot be bothered to exert herself anymore than she already does, even in the face of danger, in which case she'll just smooth-talk and slyly slip her way out of any messy confrontations. It's baffling just how jaw-droppingly lucky she must be to be able to successfully elude Baltimore policemen and even get some of the more dangerous actors to let her go scotch free whenever she flunks out on an arrangement, and this has happened countless times, without fail, all throughout her ten years of being an actor. Some people have assumed its just her sheer willpower and quick thinking that has gotten her through the toughest of situations any actor can be faced with, but others aren't so convinced. Surely if she was that concerned with her survival, she would make the effort to try and progress through the hierarchy rather than staying stagnant and only doing what's really just the bare minimum to scrape by. Its that realization that often triggers many of her admirers to spiral down a rabbithole of all the inconsistencies that exist in her persona, ending with the single question of--why are we looking up to this woman again? With how little Dixie speaks of her past (or whatever she can recall from it at least), her exact ambitions, or personal perspective on the anarchy that surrounds them, this question is likely to be left unanswered. That is, for people who yet to catch onto the fact that in Dixie's eyes survival is not excelling to the top and becoming another heartless zombie, survival is doing what she must, what is merely required of her, to live long enough to see a fulfilling end. And a fulfilling end, in her eyes, is not becoming another statistic in some madman's sick game--it's slipping away into an unremarkable, forgettable death. Maybe some time ago, her will to live was actually there and therefore people can understand why she's celebrated for her perseverance, but nowadays a peaceful death is all she craves. Her light at the end of the tunnel lies only in a silent demise, and so she unwinds and does nothing as she allows herself to fall back down to the bottom of the hierarchy and, eventually, hopefully, disappear.. Class (at the beginning of the story): Panjandrum Things she always carries on her person: at least three packs of cigarrettes, a switchblade, and a pocket mirror

Okay so there was a post of yours a couple of days ago about a fic idea on tango having dreams about this sheriff character and they becoming friends right. That post singlehandedly made me write again after two years of nothing. I'm working on revising a 9k words monster now. Should be up for reads sooner than later on my mc side blog bucket-of-amethyst (curse not being able to send asks from that acc :/)

I will say it was loosely inspired by your post tho, some things were changed, both intentionally (most of the info in the tags of that post which relied on knowing the winners of the season) and unintentionally (i genuinely got carried away writing the dream parts i forgot a big thing was them still taking soulbound damage until very very late ough :'| ). It's probably not gonna be close to what u were imagining when sharing that idea, but hopefully still a good read ^^

So yeah! I should thank u very much for the inspo! It was great rediscovering i still can write after such a long time <3

that's so cool!!! i was really hoping someone would write something for that - it doesn't matter how close what you write is to what i was imagining, i meant it at least somewhat more as a prompt than anything else and was really hoping a few people might get inspired!

and the fact that you're writing again after a long time is also really cool. it's a good feeling, right? that happened for me when i started writing mcyt and it was really nice to realize i could still write, and that i could actually finish things, and that people liked it. so i'm really happy for you!!!

i will keep an eye out for what you write i'm sure it'll be great <3

Just read the entirety of Zettai Kareshi / Absolute Boyfriend in one sitting. It's not perfect, but I overall enjoyed it! Concept is fun & it held up better than I thought it would, considering the last time I read it was over a decade ago....

Anyway, re-read it so I could continue brainstorming an SVSSS AU where Shen Yuan's sister "accidentally" buys him an android boyfriend. That's totally not based on Blorbo from his Novels. Unlike Riiko in the manga, they definitely have the money to pay for it.... but like hell does SY want his parents to find out what s/he's spending their money on, okay?!

And also he's not gay!!!!

Airplane is the Gaku Namikiri equivalent (and then some, really)-- in this case, a washed-up former author who got involved in something he really didn't mean to. And yet, it pays the bills better than writing ever did. He's inwardly a bit touched that someone wanted a figure so blatantly based on Luo Binghe.... only discovering later Who That Person Is.

I don't think it'll follow the plot of the manga very closely outside of general concept, because I don't feel like SY needs a love triangle. Or school drama. And I kinda wanna keep the focus on BingYuanPlane, since there's still the Gay to work out. Among other things (such as harassing Airplane about PIDW & it's failure to really... have a proper ending in this AU. Plus all of its other canonical problems.)

Readmore in case you care about spoilers for the ending of Absolute Boyfriend?

Anyway, endgame is that Binghe still suffers the same Expiration Date problem as Night did, functionally dying/in a coma for the foreseeable future... and after SY finally accepted his feelings, too. After all this, Airplane quits his job at Kronos Heaven, having found inspiration, bit by bit, to return to writing throughout the duration of the plot. He & Shen Yuan are friends! Kind of. Insomuch as they are normally, anyway.

&at some point, Airplane had begun revising / rewriting PIDW. Still getting yelled at by SY, but less!

....and then, many months later (and as a departure from the inspiration for this AU), Luo Binghe shows up at Shen Yuan's door. Yet, despite SY's premature celebration, it's not the android. He's not fixed, and it's not another in the series--another 01, a 02 or anything else. It's Luo Binghe. The real one.

The real one who'd been dreaming, off & on, throughout some of the early arc(s) of PIDW about a living metal body... and the man who loved him. Suddenly unable to return to that synthetic form, no matter how desperately he tried, Binghe took matters into his own hands.

After all, what else was Xin Mo good for, if not for slicing the barrier between worlds?

....but it's a struggle all over again, because even if the "man" Shen Yuan loved & this very real man in front of him are actually the same person? He'd fallen in love with an android. A figure. Based on someone he knew to be fictional (as pathetic as that was...).

Asking him to suspend his disbelief for a real flesh & blood Luo Binghe is. Something Else. Though he's trying & it's still easier than the first time. They'll get there eventually. They'll also probably end up back in Binghe's world. Screw PIDW's plot; he has a boyfriend!! And like. their Creator God. Took Airplane with them, too.