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sanaxo-o · 2 months

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spread some love !

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

I am only tagging the mutuals who I talk on a daily basis. I truly love, respect and look up to every single mutual of mine and I am really grateful to have them in my life because I don’t think I would have come this far without them :)

@o-onikix : Nara is literally my closest and dearest friend I could ask for. She literally knows everything about me, she is also someone who pays close attention to me and always remembers the littlest things I say. Like once we were talking and I mentioned about me liking butterscotch cake and a few days later when we were on call and I was eating a cake Nara went “Is that butterscotch cake?” Without even me having to tell her. It made me genuinely so happy because tbh she might be the only irl friend who pays so close attention to me and my well being. Not only that you will always see me running to her whenever I am in some kind of misery and she would always be there for me and listen to me. I still remember how I was there with Nara when we were talking about ghosts 😭. Poor baby was shaking 💀 but tbh…she’s cute like that haha. I love you so much Nara 🥺

@from-izzy : ironic how it’s about to be a year since I sent you that flirty text as our first conversation. Omg glad I got this ask now. So yesterday I had this huge argument and was upset but do you know what izz does? She call me to check on me to know if I am okay 🥺. Like that made me realise that I truly am surrounded by such lovable and caring people and that also especially someone like izzy knowing she was herself freaking out over her assignments yet she called me :( it made me want to cry (happy tears yall). And tbh even though me and izzy argue most of the time her silly stuff at the end of the day I always go to her knowing I cannot live a day without hearing her rant about uni. Mine and Izzy’s friendship cannot be described in one paragraph tbh 😭. Like we have way too many dynamics for that 😭. We can be flirting on one app, bickering on another and having a deep conversation on some whole another app. To sum it up, I trust izzy a loads and I always go to her when I have to talk about something :) love you 🥺

@winterchimez : my Als, mu Sabrina Carpenter enthusiasts, the one who bears my crazy ass 🥺. We literally bonded over Sabrina Carpenter and I love that for us. I always go to ally when I see something negative or just to talk about something I get stressed about and you know what fills my heart? She is always there for me. Despite everything she’s been going through, she still manages to have a talk with me and I admire her for that. Not only that she might be one of the strongest people out there for still doing what she’s doing despite the struggles. Me and ally are someone who would always be together (as she said, we’re Kyunyu) she’s also ig the third mutual I made on this app which is really important for me because it wasn’t easy for me at that time knowing my writing was always dark and it made me kind of reluctant on making friends, scared people might judge me but Ally just out here accepting me as her gremlin. (I will always send you Sangyeon stuff. Once you see this expect that Sangyeon video in your DMs mam). Love you despite all the stuff I pull up with hehe.

@strayed-quokka : me and Lenlen met just this year, in feb but we got insanely close so fast it’s crazy. If you are a moot of Lennon you can expect some adventures from her side which will always make you go “WHAT? HOW ARE YOU? EVERYTHING ALRIGHT??” Like no kidding. I used to also read her TBZ work (by that I mean that Sunwoo fic) before I became her moot and I still cannot accept the fact that we’re now moots 😭🥺. She has my heart and we’re married I believe. The one thing I always look forward to is “Good morning Sana” from lenlen which just makes me smile like a kid 🥺. Me and lenlen also have such chaotic moments together, she’s always up to something in the DMs tbh 😭. And when you see me and lenlen together expect some crazy flirtings from both sides haha cause it’s never gonna stop. I still admire how lenlen and @from-izzy were there for me when I was scared and hid myself in the washroom:( it made me feel so much more better and safer knowing they are there for me no matter what.

@mosviqu : despite me and Boo starting off on some..meh terms (it’s not my fault you thought I was bullying you 😐) we grew so close after that tbh 😭. Me and bar from talking about her Sunwoo fic to me making a doc of Eric fic which only she has the access to 🥺. The words are not enough, because there’s so much to talk about her, from her writing, to her sweet personality, to her chaotic energy which just explodes out of nowhere. She also never fails to amaze me with her choice of words sometimes…

@cloverdaisies : we haven’t talked talked lately because (fuck your job and uni. They’re taking you away from me 😭🥺) life happened but I look up to clo and her writing so much it’s unimaginable. I remember how I was fangirling about her to ally and ally going “oh she’s my mutual” and me not believing it until clo started following me which made me want to scream and die out of happiness + embarrassment because hello?? Your favourite author just followed you 😭. And now when it comes to clo…I don’t trust her (jk) but I love her. She is…she makes me question reality with what she says everytime 😐. But I will never forget how clo was there for me when I needed her the most. She was listening to me talk when I was scared and I was truly glad because there was someone who was there to listen to me.

@astrae4 : Gill is like my child who always gets herself in trouble 😐😭. We always simp, sob, cry and scream over the one and only Choi Chanhee but despite that she gives some of the great advices when you need it. And no I am not gonna play that restaurant game ever again child-

@quaissants : my gremlin, my pudding 🥰. I trouble her like…everyday which makes her want to kill me (enemies to lovers?-) but despite that she helps me a loads when it comes to writing 🥺. We mostly interact on the server but nowadays I talk with her in DMs too which I am grateful for <3

@itsbeeble : hmm…I love you but I won’t stop bullying you (I don’t even bully you. You just think I bully you and it’s just your mind playing games with you because it’s always filled with Eric and Sunwoo…) jk but because of her busy schedule we don’t get to talk much but whenever she comes back from her disappearance those days might be one of the best ones because I have fun with her and izzy. Hope you’re alright and healthy since you disappeared. Again.

#moots 💗#izzy ☀️#ally 🌥️#clo 🌸#bar 🦄#Lennon 🍋#nara 💫#gill 🐧#reese 🍫#Mona 👹

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elekinetic · 11 months

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user elekinetic do you have any tips to spare for outlining fics 😭 i feel like I word vomit any of the concept that I have in my head, and dialogue ,and build off that adding paragraphs as I go and I go so slow bc of it. But ive been trying hard lately to write a list of “scenes” and bullet point the story but yeah.

do you know anything that could help me have an idea of where to go start to finish instead of starting at the random spot I’ve come up with first? I waste so much writing time because I haven’t built a backstory for characters and things like that so i don’t always know how they start the story off, only the situation they’re in. Is that something that could help? Making a list for each character or something? Would love to hear your thoughts thank you! <3

hi! first of all i’m so flattered you asked! to be clear, i am a very slow writer too lmao and i’m relatively new to prose writing, and though in very confident in my understanding of what makes a good story (W screenwriting), i am still figuring out my outlining process. but hey! let’s learn together.

sorry in advance for how long this is. i love talking.

so i basically figure everything out in the outline and write after i feel very good about it. if you have a strong foundation, everything gets a hell of a lot easier. t kind of sounds like your process might be similar to mine, so i’m just gonna explain what i'm doing for my current project.

my key document is my “bible.” i split it up into a couple different sections using page breaks (page breaks my best friend ily page breaks):

pitch/word vomit summary

scene ideas

outline

notes

ok so wtf does that mean.

1. pitch/word vomit summary — explain your concept. bc i've got a film/tv background, im starting off with my logline. (e.g. "after robin learns will is gay, they have a heart to heart in an abandoned video store about insecurity and feeling alone. they learn they're not." sometimes i'll follow that up with a note to myself like, "this fic isn't robin finding out, this is what happens after. starts with her already knowing. will pov, focus on his perception of robin changing. subtly reference toward feelings about mike, dont come out (haha) and say it") then, i write as MUCH of the concept down as i can, like i'm explaining it to a friend. (sometimes i copy and paste rants from dms directly into the document). it can be totally out of order, non-sensical, contradictory. just get as many of your ideas down as possible. you want to be able to come back to this and be like, oh i totally forgot about that. vague chapter summaries, personal notes about themes, whatever you want. i have a list of beats that you find in romantic dramas for inspiration and a paragraph abt ways i want to parallel/subvert s3 of st. just. go ham. 2. scene ideas — this is pretty self explanatory. i take some of the stuff i have in the p/s and flesh it out, or put down new ideas. this is where i'm writing out dialogue in bullet points, or what i want them to be Really Saying. (e.g. "mike: [panics bc he feels seen, tries to flip it back on (redacted) and fails] ") this is for when i can see stuff more clearly or i get out of the shower with a whole exchange in my head. gonna be out of order, a little all over the place. 3. outline — so. this is where you start piecing it together. put the bullet points in order. figure out objective of each scene and what needs to happen to accomplish that goal. figure out pacing, what needs to happen when. this step is where im looking at dialogue and thinking "why does mike say that? why does he feel that way? what needs to happen to get him to this point emotionally?" or looking at scenes and thinking "these are two scenes with people arguing back to back. lets make sure they feel different and give the characters different tactics to get what they want (byler argument where mike is avoiding will vs max argument where max is avoiding lucas. i could use this to highlight similarities and differences in the relationships, but having two scenes with the same tactics back to back might feel repetitive. maybe i move the scenes farther apart or change circumstances. maybe mike and will are having a veiled argument while theyre with a group of friends in a public space and max and lucas' argument is outside max's house.) also asking if conflicts are resolved too quickly, if the miscommunications feel too convenient, if characters disappear or are only around as plot devices. write. troubleshoot. repeat. 4. random notes — everything else that doesnt fit. for me this is literally just taylor swift lyrics (writing the fic vaguely off of a Specific Song that SHOULD BE STREAMED MORE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE anyway) and links to posts i use as character reference to make sure im staying true to the characters. (remembering will said "i was being a total jerk to el, i deserved it," AND "you're ruining everything, and for what!"/"i wasn't moping!")

i want it to be clear im doing all of this at the same time. im jumping around and pulling new ideas and rearranging as stuff changes. i think the thing that's really hard is that i want to be able to sit down, write the outline, and then move on. but for us scatterbrained writers, you're gonna have to re-outline and readjust like. a thousand times. and that's okay. that's good! it feels tedious as hell but the story is so much better for it.

take your time. let yourself be slow. keep finding holes in your story and fill the world in as you fix them.

here are some more questions i ask myself to make the story better:

What are you trying to accomplish over the course of the story? What is it about? (for the will&robin fic, it was something about feeling seen for the first time.) When you get lost in your story or aren't sure why a scene feels stale, come back to this. is the scene furthering that goal?

What is changing internally for each of your main characters? (yes theyre dating by the end but like. what do they learn.)

Are the side characters people or props? (will pov scene of a party-wide picnic where everyone's talking but will is focused on mike's hands.... where is max's head at in the scene? you don't have to have a super long backstory and she doesn't have to be a big part of the plot, but if she's saying something, figure out why she's saying it. if will is having a heart to heart with el, understand why el is responding the way she is. the scene's goal may be to get will through a breakthrough, but el's circumstances will change in the scene too. figure out how this conversation lands with her. oh, and remember the adults are people too!)

Why is this character saying this/why are they responding this way? (this should answer your "where do i start?" question. start in that random spot and figure out A) why they are there and B) why they are reacting the way they do (see last bullet point).

side note: some of the best advice i ever got was "enter the scene late, exit early." skip the prologue. try starting from that random spot. if it feels like something's missing, figure out exactly what that something is, and go from there

Do the stakes feel high enough?

What do i need to set up to make sure this scene/beat is satisfying as possible? (are will and mike going to have a big argument? oh, so we have to show tension before.... BAM you have another scene to write and your outline is fuller)

i could go on a lot longer but. basically.

i edit while i write. i'm someone who needs a very fucking strong outline and a very fucking clear idea of the story before i can start writing it. i'm putting probably 70-80% of the leg work in at the start so i can focus on making the prose (or script, most of the time) the best it can be.

THAT BEING SAID, this is just the way i do it and i have like. a fic and a half published. im taking my sweet time bc im creatively burned out and this is for fun first and foremost. like i said. i am a Very Slow Writer.

i highly, highly recommend hitting up the ask boxes of writers like @/strangeswift, @/wiseatom, @/astrobei, or @/andiwriteordie. no guarantees on responses bc they are busy ppl with busy lives but i really do think theyre some of the best writers out here right now, and im not just saying that bc they're my friends. abby (strangeswift) and i have been each other's sounding board through a lot of projects and she's almost done with one of her first Big Fics, so its worth asking her about that.

i hope this helps! ah!!

#seriously THANK YOU SO MUCH for asking i feel underqualified but i love talking about writing and writing processes #jesus christ this is 1.4k words #also if anyone seeing this is interested in having a beta reader for story notes hmu lol #outlining

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foliejpg · 17 days

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alright heres a shit ton

6, 7, 11, 20, 21, 24, 27, and 28

oh boy here we go i had to switch from mobile to desktop for this. thank you for sending so many i love answering these <3

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

oh for sure! i reread a lot of my friends fics so anything by @cryptophasiac @lakemichiganlolita @petefromarma @buildarocketboys assume i have read it multiple times. and also go read their fics asap<3 as far as individual fics, i'm sure there are specific ones that i cannot think of right now lmao chances are if its in my bookmarks, i've read it a few times

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

flushed out ideas, not many lol my brain writes dialogue first, i'll hear someone say something and then write in my notes app so i can use it at a later time, but not actual ideas really

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

i don't actually haha i'm usually watching tv or a youtube video while i write honestly. when i listen to music i get distracted by it lmfao

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

i really liked that all of the titles of my girlpete fics were from the same album "if i can't have love, i want power" by halsey (which is absolutely one of my All Time Absolute Favorite albums and can't recommend enough) but only 4/6 have titles w lyrics from that album. the other two are lyrics from "fall with me" by the wild reeds and "snake charmer" by blink 182 lmao

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

i've had full complete fics that have gotten chopped up and repurposed. what usually happens is there's something about the finished fic or scene that doesn't Scratch that Itch i want it too, so it'll get put on the back burner until i can take my favorite bits and pieces and use them somewhere else. as far as outright like, backspace delete a scene, no i don't think i ever have. i save every single draft of a fic just in case. sometimes i look through old drafts and end up finding something i like lol

24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s).

i don't make moodboards i do have a girl out boy pinterest though which is mostly just like.. clothes lol

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

every single one lol before i post any fic, there's always a moment of anxiety like its going to go over super poorly or whatever. i've been super lucky that people tell me how much they enjoy my fics and it really does mean to world to hear bc i'm my own biggest critic lol but specifically? "i'd do anything to make you feel" because it was kind of the darkest fic i've posted? and "if everything could ever feel this way forever" bc it does have the non-con tag and i had never posted anything so dub/non-con lol

28. Have you ever tagged a fic “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat”?

not that specific tag no but i did tag "i'd do anything to make you feel" as dead dove adjacent lol there was nothing inherently dead dove but the themes i understand could make ppl uncomfy so i added it for a heads up

#ask #anon #tag game

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bleachbleachbleach · 10 months

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For the fanfic ask game! (14) If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick? (and also which medium) (17) What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic? (30) Ask anything! Who is your current favorite character to write?

Fic Writing Meme

(14) If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick? (and also which medium)

I have strongly considered making a graphics package for REVERSE THE BONE that’s just like, all the material culture ephemera Hinamori collected over the course of the Train Job—Kira’s map, packaging and flyers from Iwatobi, a tourism map of East Rukongai complete with stamp rally, the Takenoyu business card… I love that kind of in-universe graphic design, and I’d already made the train tickets. Buuuut if I made more graphics, it would take that time away from writing.

Other than that, I always think of D O N K I in visual terms, because Hitsugaya spends so much of that fic being overstimulated by Worm TVs and weird cups and fast trains and, of course, Don Quijote itself. It’s a fairly melancholy fic, but the visuals that attend it all are so absurd I feel like it would be cool to see in a visual medium that could really play with that contrast. Maybe one of those books where you can pull new elements into the scene via pull tab, or open little doors, or initiate fancy pop-ups! THERE’S A DONKI AT THE END OF THIS BOOK:

(Kyoto May 2023) "That's just the aesthetic of any dollar store" YEAH but you can buy perishable prepared foods inside this one somewhere! (By the socks.)

(17) What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

I wrote a post-TYBW fic that involved spending a lot of time burying bodies in mass graves, because the only divisions that got mentioned as cremating their dead were the 11th and the 4th. The body burying happened for the ~vibes and because it didn’t occur to me to think about it, and it wasn’t until after writing it that I had the thought that like, oh hm, why wouldn’t everyone be cremated? Because in my mind Japan is a country of cremation. So I assumed for years that the whole fic was based on a flawed premise, and oh well, it’s Soul Society so it does whatever I want it to, I’ll live with that.

But then when writing the Train Fic, I looked up how bodies might be transported, and what kinds of receptacles were used. And I was like, well, it’s really not going to be the same visual if it’s just a bunch of boxes of ashes, lol. But in my reading, I learned that the dominance of cremation in Japan is super recent! Like mid-20th century recent! And my perception otherwise is a very Buddhist bias! After that, I ended up starting research in the Yayoi period and working my way forward, because I figured I’d get the full historical picture and then decide how I wanted to imagine Soul Society’s version of that swathe of history, since I figured 1) lifespan difference might result in some pre-Edo holdovers when it comes to the basics, and 2) Soul Society wasn’t going to have the same socio-historical pressures driving change, so in those instances where they were choosing to model things they did after the Living World, they probably also just cherry-picked whatever they vibed with lol.

Anyhow, this was a cool, short, pretty cute video about ancient burial practices and burial jars!

(30) Ask anything! Who is your current favorite character to write?

HAHA realistically, whoever’s feeling collaborative and is willing to be nice to me. 🥺 But in the extremely *likely* scenario where someone puts a gun to my head and says "you have to write a Bleach fic right now, while we watch, or we shoot you!" I’d probably choose to do it with Matsumoto.

Because she’s patronized one Junrinan confectionary at least one time, and was excited about Orihime’s cooking, and loves shopping and celebrations of all kinds, and learned traditional dance despite obviously not growing up in The Scene, my mind has kind of spun Matsumoto into someone who sees a lot of value in experiencing and learning about different cultures (which in her context primarily means Rukongai districts), and it’s fun to write her interfacing with all these things. She doesn’t seem to have strong ties to the district she came from, necessarily, but I feel like she has strong values around recognizing Rukongai at large as a real place with infinite cultural particularities—particularities she wants to honor and know about—not just a blank slate waypoint.

Closer to canon, she has so many interesting relationships with people all across the board, you can kind of bring her into any situation and she’ll probably have some kind of generative connection to it. I also love that even though she’s open to conversations that might be really difficult OR down to clown, she also has a private core that she doesn’t share, and it can be really fun to play with that dialogism when narrating from her POV. She’s just a really good time all around!

#thank you for playing!! <333 #no brain just bleach #asks

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cellsshapedlikestars · 1 year

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Not really an ask, just wanted to say I loved hearing your perspectives on fanfic and books (haha hello to reading stuff I thought was impressive vs stuff I like? Why did i do that? Ugh?) and I also thought it was a bit inspiring that you returned to writing fanfic after time away. As a person solidly in the adult years, it makes me happy that there are other folks aging with or coming to fandom at a later age, because that's also my experience. I also feel like it is so much nicer as an adult to experience a mellower version of fandom and view the source material in different ways. I'm thinking specifically about Danaerys' wasted potential as a character and how shipping wars can get so nasty when it's like... damn all our characters have been done wrong here!

I think it's pretty common for people to go through a pretentious phase 😂 I certainly did

As for fandom: I think people tend to forget that modern fandom was essentially created & run by adult women (mostly). But god forbid women over a certain age have interests & hobbies outside having babies and homemaking. How dare adults have fun. No. I want to be a little shipping goblin writing self indulgent fic, because mortgages and work are stressful and I want to have fun.

I'd love to say that age makes people mellow, but I don't actually think that that's true, unfortunately. All the people causing problems can't be teenagers. But I do agree that age brings a different perspective on things.

I literally cannot stand ship wars & fandom drama. It does feel extremely childish and I always cringe when I see people getting so riled up as to dox/threaten/etc over fictional characters, but I don't think its actually an age thing. I've *never* liked it.

I remember in my old fandom, I definitely was spoiled. We were so small that there was no drama. And our "ship war" felt one sided because the two fandoms never actually interacted, we just disliked the other character/ship. But even back then, I remember really hating the other female character when I first joined the fandom, but when I saw how vitriolic some of that hate was within my fandom, I started softening on her. Still didn't ship her with the guy, but was like "ok her character wasn't evil like she keeps being portrayed in these fics & a lot of the issues were the writers needing drama and always using her to start it". I honestly think I did the same with D. Came in absolutely hating her (because of her fans honestly, and having people tell me for years that my dislike of her on the show was unfounded. But I will say the satisfaction I got from being right was excellent). But slowly over time, I've also tempered on her.

Now, to be a horrible hypocrite, I absolutely LOVE watching video essays on other fandom's drama! 10/10 fun.

#cellsshapedlikeasks

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whereonceiwasfire · 2 years

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Hello! If you still need drabbles to tinker with, may I leave a suggestion?

I don't know why but recently I've been really into horror and creepy stuff, so I was wondering if you'd like to do something like that? I actually find a good horror fic really purging for some reason, it's like I have all my anxiety for the next month twisted out of me like a sponge

Maybe it'll help you too!

Here are some ideas if you need them but you can do anything really, it's your drabble

Maybe the concept of facelessness? Things without faces are creepy

You can maybe just do a classic ' nobody is sure what the heck ghosts are but they're very inhuman and creepy, and Danny very much fits in that category '

If you want to vent out how much having a cold sucks again you can probably do something with either overstimulation or numbness in general, like maybe being a ghost is different than being human because you feel nothing physical but you have emotions? So it's like - Danny can't smell or taste anything in ghost form? Maybe he can't feel temperatures of things?

If you're not in a horror mood maybe you can do something with the feeling of being alone while it's all rainy or snowy outside. It's a very special feeling, and it's pretty peaceful, so it would probably be comforting to write •^•

I apologize in advance; I heard "horror" and my brain went brrrrr so this really got away from me haha. Thanks so much for the request, I had a blast writing this horror-ey little oneshot (cause I don't think you can call this a drabble anymore lol)!

Scott gets suggestions, all the time, for your standard fare—Salem, New Orleans, Pine Barrens, Mansfield. He’s been to some of them, is still planning to make it to the other ‘most haunted places in America,’ eventually, so leaves little“soon” or “keep haunting” or “check out my vid on Salem here,” in response to the comments.

But he’s only ever gotten a request to visit a small town he’s never heard of before once—Amity Park. It didn’t come as a comment left on his videos, it wasn’t sent in an email to his account or a DM, it wasn’t even a passing conversation with a barista or a gas station attendant. It was a text to his phone, from an unknown number—the town name, and nothing else. When he tried to answer back, he’d gotten a “message not delivered” notification.

He has to admit, he appreciates the theatrics of it, being something of a thespian himself.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in what he does, he’s just pragmatic enough to realize that sometimes the paranormal needs a little help. People don’t subscribe to his channel because they want to watch him give a little shiver in his fleece-lined, denim jacket once in a while. No, they watch his channel because they want to see him with wide, reflective eyes glinting like a cat’s in the night vision filter, gasping, and whispering, and going off about the dark presence he feels.

His hopes aren’t high that he’ll get any new content—that there’s anything spookier about the town than its try-hard name. Scott’s not even entirely sure that people will be all that interested in watching a video on the place.

But curiosity gets the better of him, and that’s how he finds himself, van stuffed full, on hour ten of his drive to Amity Park.

It’s dark, his headlights slashing across the highway, illuminating a whole lot of shadowed nothing before him. He squints out the windshield as he lifts the lukewarm dregs of his gas-station coffee to his lips, chugs it back with a grimace, and settles it back into the cupholder.

He knows he’s got to be getting close by now, but none of this is even remotely familiar, and in terms of landmarks, there’s zilch. Just a thick wall of trees on either side of the road, shadows painted upon shadows. Once in a while, he passes a crooked branch, or a roughly hewn rock that’s semi-distinctive, but even those all look the same. It’s almost as though it’s a background on repeat—almost like he’s driving in circles.

Not to mention his crappy old Econoline is the only vehicle on the road. It’s as if he’s driven right off the map.

Where the hell is this town?

“Get it together, Scott,” he says, scrubbing a palm down his face, and cranking The Cure to keep himself awake. “Nobody’s watching, you don’t have to turn on the charm yet.”

He flickers his attention back to the cupholder, instinctively reaching for his coffee again. Pulls his gaze back up before his fingers have curled around the top of the cup.

“Shit! Fuck!” he shouts, immediatly slamming on the brakes, jerking the steering wheel, and fishtailing across the highway as he registers the shadowed figure in the middle of the road.

He’s panting, breathless, when the van screeches to a sideways halt, his fingers gripped so tight around the wheel that his knuckles poke white against the flesh. His head snaps ups, gaze flickering out past the windshield for whatever he thought he saw.

Nothing. The road before him is completely empty.

Scott tries to jerk around, twist a look behind him, but the seatbelt has locked around his torso, click click clicks as he strains against it. Eventually, it releases, and he unclips himself, throws open his door, engine still idling, and clambers out onto the asphalt.

“H-hello?” he calls, Vans scuffing the concrete as he peers into the darkness.

Slowly, he starts to circle around the chunky backside of his overstuffed Econoline, heart pitter-pattering against the walls of his chest as he studies the pavement—dark skid marks drawn like a sketch along his screeching trajectory. His palm rests against the cool aluminum side of the van, and he swallows hard as he stoops to check the undercarriage.

He can’t make out much in the shadows, pulls his phone from his back pocket and turns on the flashlight to sweep back and forth beneath the vehicle.

Nothing.

“What’re you doing?”

Scott gives a strangled cry as he jerks upright, dropping his phone against the pavement with a clatter as his hands lift in an instinctive defense.

But it’s a kid that stands across from Scott. He can’t be much older than fourteen or fifteen—wears grass-stained jeans, a t-shirt, and chucks, his dark, mussed hair blending with the shadows behind him.

Scott has the fleeting consideration that this kid is not what he saw in the road. It was only a second, only a glimpse, but whatever it had been was far larger, steeped in shadow, headlights glinting off little reflective pockets.

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott snaps, shaking himself as he stoops for his phone. It lays on the asphalt between them, flashlight illuminating the boy from below, lending an eerie quality to the already bewildering interaction. “Isn’t it, like, past your bedtime?”

The kid doesn’t answer, just turns the slightest smile, and asks, “You lost?”

There’s something so immediately unsettling about it. About him. Something about the kid’s voiee, the way it almost mirrors the soft susurration of the leaves rustling around them; something about the way the light reflects off his eyes, only the thinnest ring of blue around blown pupils; something about the creeping, prickling sensation across Scott’s skin when the boy steps a little bit closer.

“I’m…looking for a place called Amity Park,” Scott blurts, almost as a way to keep the boy from getting any closer.

The kid does stop, tilting his head, a bit too far to be inquisitive, a bit too far to seem natural.

“For what?” he asks.

“I heard it’s haunted,” Scott said, trying to shake off the weird apprehension he feels.

“It is,” the boy says with such certainty it sends a chill crawling up Scott’s spine.

What the hell is wrong with him? He’s been to graveyards, and generations old houses that look like the set of a horror movie. He’s been to hotels where celebrities OD-ed, and businesses where people were allegedly murdered, and abandoned warehouses, and destitute institutions. He’s spent nights in places most people won’t visit in full daylight with nothing but his phone and a tripod.

So why is he so jumpy all of a sudden—so put off by one little kid? Albeit, a spooky little shit who, for some reason, is on the side of the highway at 1:00am. But still.

“I can show you how to get there,” the kid says, lifting on his toes and cupping his hands around his face as he presses his nose to the back window of Scott’s van. “If you give me a ride home.”

“You kidding? I’m a stranger. That’s not safe. Haven’t your parents taught you anything? I could be a serial killer.” On the other hand, should Scott be leaving a scrappy little tweenager on the side of the road?

The kid just slowly turns his head toward Scott, a too-wide smile stretching across his face, teeth glinting a little too sharp in the wan moonlight.

“I’m not worried,” he says. Then, giving a dismissive wave, features smoothing out so fast Scott wonders that he ever saw anything unusual at all, the kid continues. “Besides. You can’t get to Amity without a guide.”

“What?”

But the kid is already circling around to the passenger side door, hauling it open, and slipping into Scott’s van—either not hearing or just not bothering to answer the question.

Scott just gives his head a shake, and clambers back into the vehicle, pulling the door shut with a loud thud as he settles into the driver’s seat. Even though the engine is still running, the heater blasting, there's a chill in the cab, and Scott gives a little shiver.

The kid is folded up in the passenger seat, has his knees to his chest, his chucks propped up on Scott’s dashboard—is turning an EMP reader over in his hands with his eyebrows lifted.

“Can you not?” Scott asks, snatching the device from the kid’s hand and tossing it into the back. “And for fuck’s sake, put on a seatbelt. I’m not going to be responsible for you getting splattered across the highway.”

“Why do you care? I thought you were a serial killer?” the kid asks with a sarcastic turn to the words, but he obliges, strapping himself in with a click.

“Ha. Ha. Look, kid—” but Scott doesn’t get any further than that, a disquiet gripping in his chest the second he turns a glance over at the boy.

“Danny,” he supplies, snapping Scott out of it.

He shakes himself as he turns his attention out the windshield as he eases the van back into the proper lane of the empty highway.

“Look, Danny,” he manages with a hard swallow. “I don’t know what you were doing out here in the middle of the night. Quite frankly, I don’t want to know. But you can’t be pulling shit like that. It’s dangerous.”

“You swear a lot, you know?” Danny says, popping open Scott’s glove compartment and rifling through the CD cases there.

Right. Kid.

“You can’t be pulling crap like that,” Scott amends.

Danny ignores him completely, lifting an absent glance out the windshield and pointing, “You see that rock up there?”

Scott’s brow furrows. Okay, he’s sure he’s passed that rock already. But that’s impossible. He hasn’t turned off this straight stretch of highway in almost an hour.

“You’re going to want to make a left up there,” Danny says.

“There’s isn’t a left up—” but Scott cuts off as they draw near, because there is. A left-hand turn onto a paved road that he could've sworn wasn't there a second ago There are no signs, nothing to indicate what road they’re turning onto, but it’s undeniably a road.

Scott turns a wary glance over at the kid, back out the windshield, slowing as he clicks on his turn signal.

“What did you mean when you said you can’t get to Amity Park without a…guide?” Scott asks, wringing his grip around the steering wheel.

Danny opens up one of Scott’s CD cases, pops out the disc, and starts spinning it around his index finger.

“I mean. Just that? The town doesn’t just, like, show itself to people. But you can’t just come and go either, so getting a guide is hard. Guess you could say you were lucky. If Boxy hadn’t been messing around today, I might not have been out far enough to find you. Don’t think I caught your name, by the way? It it something cool like Riker, or Arrow, or something? You look like you could have a cool name.”

“Uh. Scott,” he answers, brow twisting even further.

“Lame.”

“You got quite the imagination on you, hey kid?” Scott asks, gaze out the windshield, turning over the boy's strange story in his head.

“I guess,” Danny says with a shrug before popping the CD back into the case and pulling out the cover booklet instead, flipping absently through the lyric pages.

They fall silent, and Scott tries to ignore the strange, increasing sense of wrongness that pervades the cab of his Econoline—the prickle up the back of his neck; the feeling of a hundred eyes on him; the heavy, oppressive sense there’s more than just him and the kid in his car.

Scott lets out a quiet scoff as he grabs for his coffee again and tips back the empty paper cup, getting nothing but a couple cold drips for his effort.

He's gonna need to crash for a solid day when he finally makes it to this stupid town. His exhausted mind is obviously playing games with him.

After a couple minutes, the trees thin out on either side of the road, streetlights and powerlines cropping up as though out of nowhere, following their progress toward the faint glow of civilization in the distance. Scott releases a tight sigh when he sees it, the promise of other people setting his jangled nerves at ease.

They’re just passing a large sign emblazoned with Amity Park, A Nice Place to Live, when something swoops out of the sky at them with a deafening shriek.

Scott swears, slams on his brakes for the second time that night, throwing an instinctive arm out to catch the kid from being thrown forward into the dash.

“What the fuck?” Scott shouts when they’ve ground to a halt, twisting a bewildered glance over his shoulder where he can see the creature doubling back through the dark sky above.

It’s ephemeral and insubstantial—beats glowing wings around a shifting, changing form that takes on the likeness of a massive vulture. Its body stretches further across than the Econoline, and it opens a beak of shadow to let out another piercing cry. Scott throws his hands over his ears, winces as spiderweb cracks run through his windshield.

Two pairs of blood-red eyes peer out from the sleek shape of the beast's head, and they blink sideways at him just before the creature rears, readying to dive again.

“Okay, this is getting annoying now,” Danny says with a put-upon sigh, like this is nothing more inconvenient than misplacing his keys. “Give me a sec.”

If Scott hadn’t watched it happen—scrabbling back in his seat with a shriek, trying to get as far away as possible—he wouldn’t believe it was real.

The kid’s slightly disproportionate form stretches out with a shiver of glowing light, elbows, knees, popping out of joint, bending backward as he elongates into something inhuman. His skin melts into shadow, fingers tapering into glimmering bone claws, features swallowed up with blackness, nothing but a yawning, glowing mouth taking up the space where the rest of his features should be. It opens wide—rows of teeth, a long, forked tongue—screaming back at the bird as the kid's monstrous form melts through the vehicle like he’s passing through water. Reflective green eyes blink open all over the shadowy, humanoid shape, slitted pupils all snapping over to the wheeling vulture in unison.

The kid, the…monster…effortlessly catches the bird out of the air before it can set upon the van, his fingers bleeding like tendrils of ink as they stretch to encompass the writhing, flapping, screeching vulture. Whatever the phantom says to it sounds more like static than words—an indistinguishable hiss. The bird just lets out another shriek that rumbles the road beneath Scott’s car.

The shadowy creature the kid’s turned into just shakes its faceless head—unhinges his jaw, that horrible mouth stretching larger than should be possible—before he stuffs the bird in whole.

“Fuck no,” Scott breathes as he slams the van into reverse, twists his head over his shoulder and he stomps on the gas.

He doesn’t even have time to whip into a violent, dangeroud U-turn—only gets to the town line, the very edge of the Amity Park sign, before the car shudders to a stop, the crumple of aluminum like he’s come up against a wall. He’s thrown forward against the seatbelt, gives a grunt, blinks bewilderedly behind him.

What the…?

There’s nothing in his way, no reason he should have stopped.

“Don’t worry.”

The voice is entirely inhuman—Danny’s kiddish lilt overlaid with something echoing and eternal—and when Scott turns forward, that creature is lumbering toward the van on its almost canine, bipedal feet.

“No, no, no.” Scott scrambles to free himself from the seatbelt, spills out of the van, and immediately skirts a few steps backward, glancing up at the creature blinking a dozen glowing eyes at him.

He bumps up against nothing, can’t move any further than the invisible line drawn in the sand between this damned little town and the world beyond.

“Don’t worry,” the creature repeats again as it clambers over the van like it’s skirting a decorative rock in somebody’s garden. “I protect this town.”

It looms over Scott at seven—eight feet tall? Reaches an arm toward him, stretching long, impossible fingers toward him.

Scott tries to run the only direction he can—parallel to the town line—his Vans crunching against gravel before tendrils snap around his ankle, blood rushing to his head as he’s lifted upside down, suspended in front of the creature. Those dozen eyes stare at him.

“Holy shit, man. Look, I’m sorry. Please don’t fucking eat me,” Scott panics and writhes, tries to twist out of the grasp, to no avail.

The phantom creature just cocks its head, a facsimile of the boy’s inquisitive tilt from earlier.

What, the, fuck?

“I’m not going to eat you.” It gives a childish laugh, haunting in its sharp, piercing clarity where it comes from that horrific, monstrous mouth. “Weren’t you listening? I protect this town. And you’re part of this town now.”

“No, man, I just want to go home. This is too much.” Scott sways listlessly back and forth as he gives up trying to free himself.

“...you…can’t? I thought I told you. Humans can’t just come and go.”

“What?” Scott asks, breathless.

The creature gently rights him—lowers him to the ground beside his van. He has to steady himself on the hood to keep his knees from buckling, blinks sightlessly up at the phantom creature.

There’s another, unnatural shiver through the air, a ripple of glowing light over the creature’s body, and then, that little kid is standing in front of Scott again, scrubbing a hand up his arm.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Danny says, features twisting up into a frown. “I thought you—I mean. People don’t usually come here from, like, other places. When they do, it’s because they have nowhere else to go. I thought. I just figured…”

Scott doesn’t know exactly what the boy is, if the kiddish face he wears is some kind of ruse, but Scott’s sure prefers him this way. Even though, now that he knows what it is, there’s still something so distinctly inhuman about him. The way his features don’t look molded quite right, pulled just slightly beyond the realm of natural; the way his eyes seem lit from something within, carrying a faint, residual glow like the dozens of eyes he wore when he became that…phantom; the way his arms, his fingers, seem just a little bit too long, his teeth just a little bit too sharp, his joints extending just a little bit further than they should be able to.

“How is this even real?” Scott chokes out with a manic little laugh.

“Strictly speaking, it’s, uh, not,” Danny says. When Scott just turns a helpless, defeated look over at him, he shrugs, averts his gaze. “Amity Park, uh, doesn’t exist. Not. Not in the human realm, anyway. I—it’s hard to explain. My parents can do a better job.”

“Parents,” Scotts breathes, disbelieving.

“Yeah. C’mon. I’ll introduce you. You’ve got a lot to learn,” Danny says, shrugging off this life-ruining news with unsettling ease—an inhuman lack of concern—as he jerks his head back toward the van.

As Scott dazedly follows the kid back to his own vehicle, Danny starts, turns, smiles up at him. The sight of it sends shivers crawling up Scott's spine.

“I almost forgot,” Danny says before sweeping an arm out to the city sprawling out before them. “Welcome to Amity Park.”

#drabble requests #Except can this really be counted as a drabble i dont think so #phanfic #danny phantom #this is all kinds of AU #but don't ask me specifics cause i was just vibing #danny fenton #au #outsider POV #horror #kitty-av #thanks for the request!

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Ask game: 24 22 and 19

19. What are come of your favorite pieces of c!Dream animations/songs/other types of video/audio content?

The Old Days animatic by Knp lives rent free in my brain. Watching that animatic changed the trajectory of my life I'm so serious it's so aklsjdhsgajksdshass the way it so perfectly represents c!dream's longing to return to a simpler past? when he could laugh and have fun with c!george and c!sapnap???? the way you can see when c!dream stops smiling in the animatic?? aughhhh c!dream team my c!dream team you are a wound that never stops aching.

22. If you had all the time, resources, and skills to create your ideal piece of c!Dream fan content, what would it be?

I've talked about it before, but genuinely You and I Drink the Poison From the Same Vine (my theoretical c!dreambur semi-canon compliant fic that I talked abt in the post linked). I think about it all the time. I would love to just... have the commitment needed to write this long fic that examines canon through the lens of one non-canon element being added.

Also, it'd be really really fun to write interactions between c!punz and c!wilbur (where c!punz doesn't understand why c!dream keeps c!wilbur around and does what he wants and c!wilbur holds his connection to c!dream over c!punz's head like a taunt).

Uh, other than that, I have a slide show about c!dream that I never finished. I started making it with the goal of presenting it to my non-c!dream sympathetic irls haha

24. When/how did you become a c!Dream apologist?

Okay, this is going to get long and I may get into way more detail than I need to, so buckle in because this was quite the journey for me.

So, I didn't get into the fandom until around august-september of 2021. However, I had multiple irls who were really into the dsmp in late 2020-early 2021. And, uh, they're very very non-sympathetic to c!dream. (also believers in the l'manburg mythos, but we are not getting into that...) anyway, I heard a lot about the dsmp from an outside perspective during my time of not being in the fandom. And this included hearing about the exile arc (with one hilarious instance where my friends did not specify it was rp so for a moment I thought cc!dream was just a really really bad dude 💀) and hearing about how horrible c!dream was how evil he was etc etc.

In typical "I am not invested in this fandom at all but my dear friend is" fashion, I just agreed with them. All of my info came from hearing them talk abt something they were interested in, so why would I disagree?

Anyway, flash forward, like, half a year, and I begin watching the manhunts. I got really into them and ended up reading some non-dsmp fics. And then everything spiralled and I got sucked into the fandom. I remember reading some c!dream redemption fics, and I was really enjoying it, but I still didn't consider myself an apologist. Afterall, my entire first impression of him was how horrible he was through my friends.

Anyway, I don't have an exact timeline, but it wasn't until I actually followed someone from dreblr that I started fully embracing my c!dreamisms and my c!dream apologism. I kept my c!dream apologisms hush hush in front of my friends for so long. I still do to an extent. I'm scared, okay? And I don't wanna get into arguments with them, so it's best to just, like, not bring it up I guess.

#c!dreamie has always been my favorite character though #it definitely started with some cc bias bc I got into the fandom via manhunts #but it has evolved from that #stella answers #sioster #dreblr #ask game

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macarensesangles · 10 months

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rant about het shit under the cut ig

part of me wants to stop being SUCH a hater about these fics ive read btw like. im beginning to realize a lot of this is ocd, but when something gets me irritated or angry it's difficult for me to leave it alone in that like, if i don't continue to engage with it (effectively doomscroll 90% of the time) i experience this mounting anxiety until i satisfy the compulsion to Continue Looking At It. i could not really tell you why i feel this way. but it sucks. bc i get stuck in these loops of like staring at writing that makes me mad or authors' social media that makes me mad and it's like, Why am i doing this this is deranged and weird (the compulsions is why).

i think part of why it gets to me so much is like. maybe this sounds silly but bc so many of the people i interact with are also queer and very conscious about heteronormativity i am very comfortable a lot of the time. and i've had decent luck in being involved in hobby activities and fandoms that are similar; selfshippers are overwhelmingly lgbt, FL as a source material is very queer-positive and thus so are many fans, etc etc.

so like. getting back into ffxiv and encountering this kind of very very intense heteronormativity and like, implicit homophobia, i was kind of shocked? it's not that i'm not conscious it doesn't exist, like, i grew up in the fucking midwest, of course i've had to deal with homophobia. more that like, it was such a big thing in a space where i'd kind of expected to feel safe on that front, especially in terms of fandom for emet specifically given that as i've said he's very obviously gender-nonconforming in appearance and mannerism and dress beyond the dictates of genre convention (even if part of that is homophobic queercoding).

like it's one thing to encounter homophobia in your workplace when everyone there is a 40+ year old conservative from a town where there are frequent commercials for agricultural pesticides on television. like yeah, of course you're homophobic, you live here in this cornfield-blasted hellhole, so i get it. but like. From a bunch of fellow video game dorks who like the same flamer as i do? that one kind of stings. and especially when you feel like because you're gay your input is kind of unwanted or regarded as sort of a damper on all the fun within that space. idk. it just is rough. i've never fit in in Real Life and have long made my peace with it because i just don't live in the right location for someone like me, but it sucks to seek out like-minded people and still get left out, i guess.

and for a long time i'd never really thought about how homophobia has affected me. like with a lot of things i just kind of ignored it or bottled it up or minimized it because i thought "well that's just the price of entry! haha it doesn't get to me! fuck those losers!" and like. idk. being in this space all of a sudden where such a high value is put on like, how much more legitimate it is to be straight, it hurts. like that's how i feel when people make emet more masculine or when they import these really highly gendered narratives and ideas into the story and create these characters who are so effortlessly and perfectly feminine and then acting like the value and legitimacy of the relationship rests on how well emet and wol perform cishet ideas of manhood and womanhood respectively, and that anything otherwise is just unconscionable and gross, like. man! it really opened the floodgates and made me realize i've been dealing with a lifetime of fucking baggage about all this and it actually does hurt a lot to be viewed as disgusting and less than legitimate and this shit is 100% why i grew up ashamed of liking boys and thinking it was something wrong that i'd done.

so like it's hard for me to look away from it and put it down and not keep picking at the scab bc like. idk. i'm at the point with all this where i feel like if i just keep picking this stuff up and turning it all around one day something will click in my head and i'll stop wanting people like this to make provisions for me or stop being disgusted by me. like i am very frustrated that i still want this sort of approval, to be seen as legitimate by society or even just by the subsection of ffxiv fandom that writes like this. i know i'll never get it and that people this married to such conceptions of gender are never in their lives going to stop being grossed out by me or my interest in other men. it's just like, fuck! idk!

i think sometimes about how like, when i was a kid my dad used to think it was funny to insult people by saying they were gay or just outright calling them fags and faggots, and like, how uncomfortable and scared it used to make me when i was figuring out i wasn't cis and straight (there were a lot of labels, the specifics aren't important). it really sucked, it was awful and scary because he was such a violent capricious jerk. i think about having to grow up seeing the wbc protests and "GOD HATES FAGS" on tv all the time, and other kids talking about how if they found out their friend was gay they'd beat the shit out of him in high school. actively, "i am demeaning gay people in front of you in class" level homophobic teachers. i used to cringe at fag and faggot every time i read them and feel my stomach drop like i was being punched. emet being so like, loudly and admirably GNC and out there and me feeling like he would use those words as a point of pride helped me overcome all that and make it way less painful and make me feel way more comfortable with myself.

people in this fandom only like emet if they can make him as conventionally masculine as possible. all that stuff that helped me feel better about myself is so ugly and gross to them that they have to erase it entirely in order to enjoy him. it really feels like the worst kind of slap in the face, to me. so i guess that's part of why i can't let it go, too.

#tag for complaining

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"Then Favorite came along and they acted like she was their savior (looking at you Doyoung) when Favorite was super boring imho I still like it and listen to it but it was meh in comparison and the dance break still haunts me haha"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS GOT ME ROLLING 🤣🤣🤣 Dude loves that song so much he even has a solo from it. I mean, yeah it's a good song but I also think it's boring and a far cry from what NCT 127's signature songs are. Sticker IS a masterpiece. They managed to turn that weird instrumental into something amazing with purely their vocals and rap, and if there is one group who could pull that off, it's NCT 127. I am throwing knives at the next person I see slandering Sticker. 🔪

2 Baddies MV is really good and as much as I hate to admit it, it might've been a big factor as to why I liked the song just after the first listen, which rarely happens to me with 127 title songs because I always need time to process them due to all the noise and such. I think it was the nananananananana near the end that got me hooked it was so addicting and seeing the members jamming to it was just so fun.

I know Jaehyun was originally trained to be a rapper but him getting more rap lines in new songs makes me sad too because HIS DEEP VOCALS HUHU I'm a sucker for it and I'm kinda sad I don't get to hear it as much. (tho I still wanna fight him for what he did in the Killing Voice video. Have you heard him in the opening of Lemonade there??? I WANT TO PUNCH HIS THROAT WHO TOLD HIM HE CAN LOWER HIS VOICE THAT MUCH AND MAKE ME WET)

And OOOF A MARK x Y/N x JENO FIC IN THE WORKS??? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE US SUFFER LIKE THAT (but that's okay we like suffering in the name of horniness, i guess)

Looking forward to your future works as always!!

Now I'm gonna go reread Emergency because I saw that you made some revisions to it. Have a good day!!

- Dyochi Anon

I really think sometimes that Doyoung does this shit just to annoy us lol we have that kind of relationship with him. Ironically it’s only antis I’ve seen that hate on Sticker. All the czennies I know or follow love it. She’s iconic!

“I always need time to process them due to all the noise and such.” Okay but this is EXACTLY how I feel! I love them for their noise music but sometimes I just gotta process it first haha for me the hook part was Jaehyun’s verse

Jaehyun’s vocals are so beautiful he’s the #1 member I want to have a solo album (followed very closely by Ten) because his voice is just *swoon* and the whole r&b vibes he prefers suits him so well. I saw clips from that video and I agree. Sometimes his deep ass voice makes me [redacted]

Thank you for supporting all the nonsense I write on this blog! I wasn’t totally satisfied with Emergency when I posted it even though my beta reader gave it her stamp of approval so I fleshed it out a little more (it went from 8k to 9k).

With the future chapters I will be focusing on the boys’ pov because I notice I tend to give too much insight and detail for all the characters and I need to be more limited in this series if that makes sense. I get the picture in my head and it didn’t come out how I wanted when writing so I went back and fixed it haha

Hope you’re having a good day! ❤️

#dyochi anon

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fire, shadows, ice, psionics 👀👀

thanks so much for this ask! -> elemental writer ask

Fire: What’s a scene that you are dying to write?

i made a wip post for this, haha. if you don't mind, i would love to talk (vaguely) about each scene for each wip i plan to write this year.

you've changed (cyno / reader longfic) — the secrets behind the disappearance of your father is revealed. a choice has to be made: admit the truth or destroy the evidence that you and cyno worked so hard to attain?

dog ears (gorou x reader oneshot) — it's not normal to ask a person you just met if they believe you're going to die. you do so anyway. gorou looks cute as he panics, visibly flustered, but it's his answer that solidifies your desire to see him again.

your ghost in the closet (kazuha / reader oneshot) — a series of incidents piques kazuha's curiosity regarding your choice of lifestyle. he confronts you about what he's seen, and in haste, you confess the feelings you've locked behind the closet.

not freaking out (cyno / reader for this series) — when your boyfriend doesn't appear when you end work, you use the opportunity to visit cyno after nilou shared concerns regarding his absence. the walk home allows you to talk with him about things swept under the carpet.

there's actually more stories for the series, but i don't have all of them planned, and this post is getting longer than it needs to be, haha.

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Shadows: What’s the darkest theme you’ve ever written about?

i've not written works with darker themes and i don't know how to rank them, so i'll just list some dark(er) themes i hope to write and explain what i'd like to explore for each. all themes do not have a fic idea, so it's possible i may never write about them. it is also possible i will not write genshin fanfiction for them, but who knows! not me!

cheating / i see a lot of people not liking cheating fics, and that's understandable because i do not condone cheating too. however, the fact still remains that it is happening in the world, and i'm interested in exploring the reasons why people cheat as well as the aftermath from perspectives of all parties.

possessive behaviour / this is not related to yandere although it does overlap, so some might consider it dark? i think it's interesting because people like reading jealous headcanons. that includes a bit of possessiveness so what's the line between possessiveness that's cute and possessiveness that's dangerous?

human experimentation / simplified, human experimentation is unethical if done (1) deceptively (2) and without consent. but what if it was done with consent without deception? what if the subject was brainwashed to think that entering the experiment despite the dangers is the correct thing to do?

abduction / watched a video (22 mins) and agreed such circumstances would be a damn good psychological horror story. what if the captor gained feelings for the hostage but it is not reciprocated? many thoughts.

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Ice: What do you always get stuck on when writing?

i like to write my stories chronologically, aka in the order scenes are supposed to be read. if i can't write a scene, it bottlenecks really easily and i just... end up not writing at all. i'm trying to work on that, hahaha. i think another thing that gets me stuck is dialogue and description. it doesn't come as easily compared to exposition.

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Psionics: How do you get into the heads of your characters?

since fanfiction is transformative work, characters just need to feel familiar, so i try to immerse myself into the source material. that means reading their character stories and listening to their voice lines. if i want to put more effort, i will make a document and briefly jot down patterns of speech and core beliefs. i've seen this method float around fandom space when other writers get asked how they write in-character. i hope it is working, lol.

i'm trying to adopt this guy's perspective on characters (13m). i like his take that characters are not people: they are drivers of a story you're trying to tell. if the plot revolves tightly around my understanding of a character, i feel that's half the battle won.

#with love.#ask game: questions #thank you sm for showing interest TT . TT it means the world to me #also sorry this took forever. the holidays was busy sadfsdfdsf #and the fact there's a lot of words here.... i got excited #g*rou's fic was inspired by your analysis btw ;3 #and my c*no fic is progressing so slowly bc i'm stuck LOL #to elaborate on my last point for the last question: if the character can be replaced by another #then i have to go back to the black board

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3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 11, 18, 35!! 💜

writing asks

3. what is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

perhaps what is cursed is that i don’t really have a ritual, lol. 90% of what i write is so short and spur-of-the-moment it’s a lot less like Planning and Writing a thing and a lot more like a moment being dropped into my brain that doesn’t go away until i’ve spent about 400 words on it.

the closest thing to a ritual i have is when i’m writing anything longer than a drabble that i really want to do well on, i will word-for-word rewrite it until i get it to a place i like. that sounds more insane than it is since even when i’m being Serious i don’t tend to write anything longer than 1,000 words, but. i’m certainly the only person i know who does it, lol.

4. what’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

you know what? “clutch.” love it when people clutch things, especially each other; love the desperation that word implies.

5. do you have any writing superstitions? what are they and why are they 100% true?

i don’t really know what a writing superstition would even be, so probably not. is this like having a Special Writing Pen or something??

idk if this counts as a superstition, but i did hear once that when you accidentally delete a whole big chunk of something you’re working on and you have to rewrite it from scratch, the new thing always turns out better than the thing you accidentally deleted?? and idek how you would confirm that, so in that way it feels superstitious to me, regardless of the fact that i believe it 100%. maybe i have to believe it to keep from Kermitting when i accidentally delete a ton of writing, lol, which thankfully happens much less in the age of autosaving BUT STILL VERY MUCH HAPPENS!

7. what is your deepest joy about writing?

going back and reading old writing and thinking, “damn. that was actually pretty fucking good.”

8. if you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

oh god take as much action as you want but never take from me my dialogue!!!!!! the reason i live and breathe!!!!!!!

something i used to do for fun was pick a random letter of the alphabet to start with and then write an exchange between two characters where each line of dialogue started with the next letter of the alphabet until i had gone through all 26 letters so. i feel like if i had to write a dialogue-only story right now that’s the method i’d probably use, haha.

11. do you believe in the old advice “kill your darlings?” are you a ruthless darling assassin? what happens to the darlings you murder? do you have a darling graveyard? do you grieve?

well someone is concerned about the status of the darlings, op are you ok??

anyway, i can’t remember who taught me to do this but i usually have a scrap document for any bigger projects where i copy/paste any darlings that need killing; that way i don’t have to get rid of them entirely, but they’re no longer clogging up the work. i’d say i’m pretty ruthless, and i’m only getting more ruthless the older i get, because not only do the things i write tend to be on the shorter side anyway, but also now i copy edit as part of my grown-up job, so i really like to be concise. i want to create the biggest feeling i can with the smallest amount of words possible, so on my more “serious” projects i do usually end up cutting a decent amount.

18. choose a passage from your writing. tell me about the backstory of this moment. how you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

so here’s the passage (apologies, it’s jujutsu kaisen fic; that’s pretty much all i’ve written this year)

from all in, palms out:

When he opened Megumi’s bedroom door, the kid was sitting on his bed in the corner of the room with his knees pulled up to his chest, glaring. Satoru didn’t want to make light of his feelings, but he couldn’t help a little smile.

Satoru had once fallen down a YouTube rabbit hole that led him to the video diary of a shelter volunteer documenting the rescue of a litter of feral kittens. The kittens had started out defensive and afraid, hissing and swatting at any attempt at contact. It took days before the little guys began to feel comfortable and curious enough to let their guards down. Still, one look at their little faces once they realized they were in a safe place with someone who wasn’t going to hurt them, and you knew all those days of patience had been worth it. And, if you were Satoru, maybe you cried a little about it.

Megumi Fushiguro reminded Satoru of one of those feral kittens. He had been making progress with him before he left, had seen glimmers of trust in the kid’s wary eyes, but now he was backed into the corner of his room again, ready to take a swipe at anyone who got too close.

the backstory of this moment is that jill @antique-romantic compared the character megumi fushiguro to a feral kitten, which in turn made me feral.

enter spicy sorbet, my favorite video on all of tiktok.

after a few days of not being able to get this correlation out of my head between megumi fushiguro, a spiky little boy who had been neglected by a shitty dad for the first five years of his life before experiencing genuine care for the first time after being taken in by a weird teenager, and spicy sorbet going from

i simply had to do something with that, which is how i ended up with the first version of that middle paragraph, the one that starts “Satoru had once fallen down a YouTube rabbit hole…” and ends with “Megumi Fushiguro reminded Satoru of one of those feral kittens.”

i built the rest of the fic up around that paragraph; i’m pretty sure jill came up with the situation of gojo coming home the first time he leaves his newly adopted kids for a significant period of time.

and the rest is history! five-year-old megumi fushiguro experiencing a guardian’s love for the first time in his little life is spicy sorbet confirmed.

35. what’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

oh smashing writing rules is my ultimate favorite thing. a lot of what i wrote in school growing up was inspired by things my teachers were telling me “never” to do, because my response to that was always “i bet i could do that good, though.”

my favorite rule to smash since i was very, very little has always been a grammar rule, and it is the rule that says you shouldn’t use sentence fragments. i love using periods for emphasis and cadence, they carry more weight than commas or dashes, and i will never stop.

#aaaaa this was so much to think about thank you so much!!!!!#paladinical

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19, 27, 33 for the Weird Writing asks?

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I started writing fanfic in August 2011. It was right after I came home from summer camp. I’d made a friend at camp who used Fanfiction.net, and it inspired me to make an account myself. ^^;

Initially, I wrote a bunch of weeb shit (Yu Gi Oh, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fruits Basket, Naruto, etc)

In December 2013, I joined Tumblr. I went through a somewhat cringey Supernatural phase, and ended up posting a couple SPN fics on my FF account.

Then, in late 2015, I got really into Fall Out Boy. In March 2016, I posted my first RPF fic, to my main blog. It was Pete Wentz/Reader. It was set in the Sixteen Candles music video universe (so…Vampire!Pete).

I never actually finished it, because I got some rude comments about how writing fic about Real People was weird and cringey. 😔

Then, in July 2016, I started getting into MCR…and I wrote Party Poison/OC.

Someone I was mutuals with on main - trying to defend me - said, “well it’s not actual Gerard, it’s just a character he played. So it’s not weird haha”

Me in my head: I really want to write about Actual Gerard, though. Fuck. 😰

In October 2016, I created this blog, so I could write MCR reader inserts without shame. ^^;

From October 2016 to February 2021, I was consistently writing MCR fic. That’s an incredibly long time, and I’m so grateful for the friends I’ve made in this fandom. 🖤

But, as winter came to an end, MCR stopped being my special interest. In March 2021, I got really into the anime RWBY, and made an AO3 account, so I could post my RWBY fics there.

Then, In May 2021, I watched Eurovision, and it changed everything.

Mere days after Måneskin won the competition, I started writing a Damiano David/Reader fic. It was multichapter, which was huge for me, because I’d written literally nothing but oneshots for five years straight.

….I didn’t finish this fic, either. 🤦‍♀️

Sometime around August 2021, when Balboa came out, my brain switched special interests again, from Måneskin to Blind Channel.

…and that’s still where it’s at now, a year later. 🤷‍♀️ I don’t know how long this will be my special interest. Or what the next one will be after this. But, I’ve made so many great friends in the BC fandom, too. 💖 So, I hope I stick around for a while.

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

….I had to think hard about this one, because fanfic is rarely stressful for me! I have so much fun with all my characters. 😄

I guess I kind of stressed about Demon!Niko, because that AU was far dirtier and more explicit, than anything else I had written in years. 😳

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

Writing is pretty much it for me ^^;

But, I don’t only write fanfic! Fun fact: I’ve been writing poetry since I was like, nine years old.

During middle school, I started reciting my poetry publicly. I even caught the attention of my local literary magazine, while competing at a poetry slam. The magazine was only published in the county where I lived, but I got to tell everyone I was a Published Author lmao

I also got second place in the school talent show 🥈

I took a break from it for a while, but, when I was 20, my friend convinced me to recite some poems at an open mic night at my university. I got so much applause, I was really blown away 🥰

I wish I could find an event like that where I live now. I really miss it. As for how it ties into my fic writing…I’m able to relate to Niko and Gerard a bit more, because they’re lyricists. Singing on stage and reciting on stage feel a little similar, I guess?

#thank you for your ask!#jfc I got so fucking rambly here 🤦‍♀️

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more self lore

like most people, i have written rpf(real person fiction) before. I, myself, personally do not like it anymore but that's not the point of this post. I almost forgotten but I wrote I believe only like one fic of rpf surprisingly, alllll the way back in October of 2018 when I was just 11 years old(god damn). Anyways but it's...kinda weirdly in character(at least from their online personas)?? from what i remember anyways. so here it is, it's called cutie~, a Leafyishere x Pryocynical fic with the accompanying image(btw copying this from my Wattpad so ye)

Hope you like the artwork above you and hope you enjoy this story.

Pyrocynical's pov

I moved to Utah to see Calvin. I had seen pictures of him in his videos and even talked to him. On youtube it would be staged as a fight(because we both needed views especially Calvin considering he hasn't posted anything in 9 months) but in real life the only reason I wanted to go is to tell Calvin this secret I've been having for the longest time. That I loved Calvin. ~Time skip to where Pyro is in Utah~ My plane just landed and I got off the plane. I get out my phone and type 'where does Leafy live?' It pops up and I walk to his house. I take a deep breath and become ready to tell him.

Calvin's pov

I sit around in my dinosaur costume, with my Obey hat, the all seeing eye on my tail, and weed in my nose(yes they are there personas). I hear a knock at my door. It must be Pyro so we can stage a fight,I thought. I open the door. There was nobody there but a letter. Huh weird, I thought. It was a letter from Pyro? Interesting that there is no address on this letter and it's not in an envelope . So that means he flew all the way to Utah just to hand me a letter? Why not ship it?Especially since I can't see his face so we can't talk about the letter and stuff.I pick up the note and take it back inside my house. I'm still wondering why he didn't just ship it. Maybe he wanted to stage a fight and then he had a family issue so he just sent a letter to explain that? Unlikely. Whatever is in this letter better be not shipped to Keemstar so he can make it drama where it really isn't. Hopefully this letter is not about ships(haha get it because this is inside a ship book this is so unfunny it's not even funny). Anyways I look around making sure nobody is around. I'm still kinda worried that someone will flim this and use it againest me. I turn the note around and it has a heart sealing it? I blush a light pink. Wait... does that mean...? N-no it just must be the only sticker he had left to seal it with! Yeah! Yeah... totally... My mind was running on what was in this letter and what it meant that was inside this letter. I feel around the letter and there is a heart-shaped candy that says'be mine.' I blush a darker pink. I must be the only candy he had...right...? I finally open the letter my claws. This is what the letter said,'Hello this is Pyro. You know that lesbian on the internet. Well fun fact I'm actually a male. Yay. Anyways that's not the only thing I decided to write this note for.' I stopped reading for a moment and mumbled, in a sarcastic voice,"Yeah why else would you fly to Utah and drop a letter with candy and a heart?" I kept reading and it said'The real reason I wrote this letter is to tell you that I love you. I have and I always will. That felt good. Anyways but yeah I did fly all the way to Utah because that's how much I love you. Even if it was a stupid note and you'll probably reject me anyways.

Your gay friend,

Pyro'

I blush a bright red after reading all that. I knew I felt the same way but I have no idea where he is now. I go outside and turn the corner to see Pyro crying? I sit next to him and asked"Why are you crying?" He said" B-because I know it was st-stupid to ever believe that you'll l-love me..." I hugged him around the waist and said"Pyro that's not true I do love you." We both blushed hard pink. Pyro grabbed my chin from his waist and brought it up to his face and asked"Really?" I said"Yes~" and kissed him. We both were blushing hard red. I pulled away and Pyro asked"What are we going to do about the clickbait?" I said"We don't need that anymore. We can start a youtube channel. Together. You can choose the name." Pyro thought for a moment and said"2 gay little lesbians." I chuckled and said"As long as you don't stop loving me,sure" Pyro said"I promise." We went inside my house and cuddled until we went to sleep.

I love this ship a lot hope you do too.

Peace out homesicles!

This was on deviantart,seen here: https://www.deviantart.com/lilcuppy2/art/Pyrocynical-x-Leafyishere-fanfiction-767916777

~Cupcakecatcream

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#leafyishere #pryocynical #youtuber rpf #youtuber fandom #youtuber fanfic #2018 #2018-core #self lore

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