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The good thing about being a fanfic writer is that I get to read fics/chapters that have not been posted yet. The downside is that sometimes those fics are not finished and I have to actually write them myself so I can read what happens next. And I can’t even complain about the author not updating because I’m the only one at fault and the only one suffering from it.

Hey! You can call me Lucid. I write fan fiction on Ao3 and I’m multifandom, but write for the My Hero Academia, but will be exploring writing for others in future.

My current works are: This is Our Burden which will be an on going series and I am about to rerelease It's Always a Competition, both of these are self insert fics (Bakugou x Kirishima x Reader & Bakugou x Reader).

My page is currently going through and upgrade hasn't bee updated in a while but that is all about to change with the new year. I will be continuing current fics, releasing new and now have pages where I can share visuals for my fics.

I am a chronic fan fic reader so I have many suggestions, which you can find in my bookmarks on my account.

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You could hear an ant whisper throughout the crowdless hallway. 

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The little taps echoed, bouncing off the tiles.

Aren hoisted the bag higher on his shoulder, the move proving useless as the strap slid down yet again. Unfazed, the boy halted in his tracks, sliding open the door.

Mornings in PK Academy were relatively calm and soothing compared to the shenanigans that typically happened during lunch. Per usual, it was nothing more than gentle murmurings from students and their friends. By this time, it was usually interrupted by–

“Put me down you big oaf!” A shrill shriek pierced the relatively calm atmosphere. 

And there they were–

“What’s wrong chibi? It’s not all that high,” Nendou teased. 

His friends!

Nendou was dangling Shun up in the air by the collar of his school jacket, causing Shun to hang several feet off the ground. The chuunibyou was scrambling rather comically mid-air, squawking incessantly as Saiki disinterestedly stared out the window. The pinkette’s eyes slid over to Aren’s, giving him a slow blink in recognition. Aren smiled, throwing up a friendly wave before plopping his bag down and sauntering to the trio.

“Morning boys,” he greeted, giving Nendou a pat on the back. Tilting up his head, he smiled at Shun, whose face was flushed cherry red. The bluenette’s devil red eyes lit up at the sight of his friend, then a sudden shift. Shun’s hand reached to cover his face, the shadow of his fluffy hair obscuring an eye, the crimson bandage on his hands trailing in an unseen breeze.

“Ah, Aren! The Dark Reunion struck again last night!” Shun announced, arms flailing out dramatically. His voice and tone had darkened by a smidge. Aren jerked his head up to motion for him to proceed, a grin decorating his face. It was quite comical to see the short boy attempting it act mysterious and intimidating despite the fact he was precariously hanging by his jacket, a foot or two off the ground.

“Last night, the Dark Reunion unleashed a beast from its depths to hound after me through the dark,” he whispered mysteriously, effect ruined by the rather audible voice crack that wormed its way out of his mouth. “With my all-powerful Black Beat, I vanquished it into the void!” the teen exclaimed.

Aren nodded encouragingly with a hum as he set down his bag in his seat. He glanced over to Saiki, whose pink eyebrows seemed to raise by the slightest at Shun’s fantasies, but said nothing. Aren must be overthinking it.

“C’mon now, give him to me, Nendou.” The purple-haired teen stretched out his arms to the scrappling boy held aloft in the air.

Nendou gave Aren a childish pout, turning his nose up in the air faux-haughtily. “Fine, but we gotta get ramen after school,” the thuggish-looking teen huffed in response, promptly releasing Shun’s jacket and dropping him into Aren’s arms.

The former-thug caught Shun by the armpits as he dropped.

Shun’s milky cheeks stained cherry pink, mouth agape in the midst of a surprised squeak, eyes flitting bewilderedly as he was abruptly dropped by Nendou, then was supported by Aren’s warm hands.

It may just… Maybe it was the way the soft morning rays hit Shun just right… illuminating him oh-so perfectly… Maybe it was the way Aren’s mind immediately likened Shun to a fuzzy little bunny, with his fluffy hair and all… It may have also been the way Shun's long, brush-like lashes batted to cast a hypnotising spell over him. It might have even been the way the devil red of Shun’s eyes looked so angelic as they widened by the slightest. Transfixed, was the word suitable to describe Aren in this situation…

“Aren… can I get down now?” Shun’s voice knocked Aren back to reality–

A reality where it was definitely not appropriate to hold your homie in your arms for a ridiculously long amount of time.

With a jerky nod, Aren stuttered out some unintelligible words and set his friend down. Said friend dusted himself off, eyes doing nothing but displaying relief of having finally made contact with the ground. If there was any show of embarrassment on Shun's part earlier, it immediately vanished the second his feet reunited with the tiles of the floor.

Just as the blue-haired boy was about to squawk out flustered words of thanks, their teacher entered the classroom, prompting them to slide back to their seats.

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Class was… class…

Shun was paying rapt attention to the lesson, right hand scribbling down notes in his notebook. Occasionally, his diligent note-taking would morph into snippets of the adventures of Jet Black Wings, then revert back to the words on the board. His left hand remained useless for this time period, fingers alternating between drumming on the desk and fiddling with his frayed bandages.

Speaking of which, he wanted to change them, his bandages couldn't hold against his Black Beat forever… Meaning he had to buy some bandages, preferably softer ones, and dye them to that one specific shade of red he liked and tear them up a little, or maybe he should try fingerless gloves for a change, though his mother might ask what the expenses were for.

His eyes flicked over to Aren–

‘Maybe I can ask Aren for some spare ones, he does use them when he rides on his bike…’

His gaze switched to Aren’s hands–

‘His hands are pretty large though, compared to mine…’

He looked down on his own bandage wrapped hands–

‘They probably might not fit… Maybe he has some from his younger days…’

He turned back to blatantly stare at Aren’s hands, his right hand now slack and unmoving–

‘His hands look rather worn don't they? If I squint I could probably see some faint scars and tan lines,” he mused.

‘I wonder what it would be like to hold them-’

He snapped his head up, his posture suddenly poker-straight, ruffled by his sudden thoughts.

It was weird to randomly think of holding someone's hand in the middle of class, let alone the hand of your best friend! Grimacing at himself, he zoned back in and found his right hand had continued writing, the contents, he didn't know.

Taking a peek at his writing on the pre-printed lines, his eyes widened rather comically–

Oh Lord, he'd written everything down!

He scribbled everything out, then deciding to rip the page out as the shame had festered for too long. Whatever, he could always copy off Saiki at break anyway.

Getting back into his studying mindset, he refocused on the lesson. His mind didn't trail off to Aren again… (it did…)

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Break was a normal affair if you didn't include Hairo and Nendou engaging in an arm wrestling competition. (Hairo got absolutely demolished after an impressive period of time, and all the while Nendou was picking his nose, typical)

The final classes were finished just as rain began to pelt down. The little group of friends decided to return home immediately instead of going for ramen (much to Nendou's dismay) as they usually do.

Saiki had already gone off into the heavy downpour, Nendou had already hunkered off somewhere after a minute or two of literally prodding at Shun's face, leaving Aren and Shun alone at the entrance.

Shun was thankful he had the foresight to pack an umbrella in the morning, smugly grinning to himself as he shook it out properly and opening it with a flourish. Meanwhile, Aren was slouching at the entrance with his bag lazily slung across his back, watching…

“I'm going to go now… Are you fine being here… alone?” Shun asked, looking up at Aren, head unconsciously tilted questioningly. Aren nodded slowly, casting a glance as the brutal pounding of the rain. Of all days, today was the day he decided to walk to school.

The purple-haired teen shrugged with a sigh, running a hand through his hair, “I s’pose I could wait it out, y'know?” He internally cursed himself for looking so stupid and unprepared before Shun. Who knows what the boy could be thinking of him now!

Without the slightest acknowledgement to the rosy blush on Aren’s cheeks, Shun jerkily tilted his umbrella to him.

“I-I mean,” a nervous chuckle slipped, “I- You- We could always share the umbrella, it's b-big enough…” Shun’s voice trailed off to a whisper at the end of his sentence.

No one needed to know of the leap Shun’s heart made when the headlights of a passing car lit up Aren's sharp features all too finely; and not a soul should even hear wind of how Shun's eyes greedily followed Aren's hair as he ran it through his hair; and not a person should be aware of how Shun felt like he was struck by lighting a million times over when his best friend's eyes pierced his.

Silence blared within the small area as Aren weighed the pros and cons of joining Shun, torn between wanting to spend time with his friend, yet not wanting to hinder the small teen.

Shun was knew all too well that Aren was overthinking it, and he knew just as well the remedy to it–

“I promise you I don't mind it at all, you know? We always drop you off first anyway,” the bluenette added in a unsure whisper.

There they stood for a few moments, lost to the world just for those fleeting seconds. Shun looked all too ethereal standing under his umbrella, the rain framing him in such a way that it more or less matched up to Teruhashi’s glow, but with such a simplicity. Aren brought a sullen, captivating, all-encompassing quality to them, yet not in a way that made you want to cower, but in the way of how the night sky seems so dark and picturesque. Rain danced around Shun; wind waltzed around Aren; the contrast was oh-so simple.

In an unplanned, daring move, Shun entwined Aren's hand in his and yanked the latter along with him under his umbrella. The purple-haired teen let out a yelp at the sudden jerk. His arm tensed up in reflex, his head instinctively telling him to hit, but he refrained. Thankfully, nothing was picked up by his friend.

Aren was a shave away from directly colliding with Shun due to the force of the pull, ending up with both of them bare inches away from each other, Shun's smaller, colder hand just barely curled around Aren's larger, warmer one.

Too intense, too magnetic, too electrifying… Too much to just describe an accident between two friends; best friends in fact. Each bit of skin contact, every intake and release of breath amplified, so much so that Shun barely noticed his slackening grip on the umbrella, the crystal bullets of rain dripping on his bag.

Devil red falling into plum purple; plum purple falling into devil red; heavy pants synchronising; grips tightening–

Should I continue this?

Sneak peak for " Falling For You Again Cause Why Not?" (the title might change-)

You know, sometimes I wanna just crash the f out. I have this fanfic idea of Jazz and Prowl stored in my head and I was finally able to write it! BUT now, I have to start with the fill ins first before I even jump onto the very moment I wanna write so badddd

anyway, have a sneak peak ig-

I aint dropping which chapters these guys are, cause I have been struggling for hoursssss, why can't I just write the actually moment?? why do I have to suffer???

I desperately need to know how world/ environment works-

Maybe proper characterization too-

I fear I won't be able to finish this-

Megatron's "Not So Interesting' Life

So, I have this thought of an au for a while, where the war never happened but the world is littered with anomalies, entities and all that jazz, right? And Megatron, is just a normal mech, with a normal life, being friends with "normal" people and finding their newly crowned Prime off. Oh! He also gets these cool abilities that I have yet to properly set down-

If you have any ideas on what I should do with this story! Or questions! Let me know! Have fun!

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Megatron knows that he special he has always  known this. How could he not? From a young age, he could instinctively distinguish between a walking glitch of a fake and an actual mecha. It was as if his optics had been calibrated to detect the unseen threads of the universe. Shadows danced at the edges of his vision, and he always had the gnawing sense that something lurked just beyond his peripheral awareness. Not that he cared. In fact, he barely gave it a second thought.

Megatron has always known that he has abilities, that he has a gift. He knew this. He could see what others couldn’t. Yet, for the longest time, he refused to acknowledge it, treating it as little more than an inconvenient quirk. That was, until he befriended a few of those shadowy entities that liked to pass themselves off as part of the mortal world. He never really minded—they weren’t doing him any harm, again, he barely cared.

They are attracted to Megatron's gift, I mean, who wouldn't? Having the ability to sniff out someone's bull is pretty helpful.

You see, Megatron grew up in Kaon, and growing up in Kaon, which was and is a place dripping with superstition, Megatron had heard his share of horror stories: the dark, Unicron’s spawns, Primus’ Youngs, and the whispers of what prowled in the shadows. These tales were used to scare younglings into good behavior.

Megatron himself had his fair share of those stories, although, some of the elders do love to exaggerate those stories.

He likes it, not because it makes it creepy. He didn’t find them scary—he found them funny, mostly because of his friends. For reasons he still couldn’t quite fathom, his closest companions growing up were a spark eater, a ghoul, and a demon. Hearing their outrage over the inaccuracies in these tales was endlessly entertaining.

“You can’t eat a spark like that,” Starscream, the spark eater, would hiss in annoyance whenever he hears these ridiculous stories  . “Why do they always describe it like I’m slurping energon soup? There’s nuance!”

“Ghouls: do not hide under berths: waiting to snatch younglings” deadpanned Soundwave, the ghoul, glaring at Megatron. “Soundwave: not a sterotype: Stories; exaggerated”

And Shockwave, the demon of the group would just simply twitch in annoyance.

And unlike Iacon, who rarely has anything to do with superstitions and such beliefs were dismissed as primitive nonsense. (or as media likes to portray it). Kaon has plenty, it thrived on superstition, unlike Iacon,  If Kaon had a museum for the supernatural, it would probably need its own skyscraper.

Megatron can attest to it, as stated before, he is friends with some of the horrifying entities that the tales always tell. Not only that, He’d had his share of encounters with those dark forces, not all of them pleasant. Most of the time, it ended in one of three ways: a fight, a frantic escape, or an unsettling brush with death. The only reason Megatron was still functioning was thanks to his friends, who often bailed him out of tight spots to save his arf.

Yet despite all of this, Megatron barely cares.

He doesn't do much, than work at his boring office job, visit his friends and reassure them that he is well, one of the literally lives in Vos! But at least his trip is always payed, courtesy to his friend. Outside of that? His life is completely barren and uneventful.

That is, until he met the new Prime that goes by the name Optimus Prime. Not, met met him, more like saw him in the holos and the streets during the coronation parade. He didn't wanna be there to be honest, but Starscream wanted to be there, he was in town for royal duties as the Prince of Vos and he wanted to Megatron to hang out with him, that isn't the mech's lonely apartment or Soundwave's house, or Shockwave's lab.

And Megatron, is a friend, so Megatron decided to go with Starscream, begrudgingly of course. 

When Megatron first laid his optics on the New Prime, he immediately sensed something was off, and he can tell that Starscream noticed too, yet he seem calm, which was odd. Normally, Starscream would have been on high alert, his predatory instincts kicking in. But this time? He wasn’t reacting defensively. That wasn’t exactly a good sign, isn't a bad one either.

Spark eaters tend to have heightened senses, they have the ability to sniff out their pray, and they have the ability to semi manipulate the perception of others, making it easy for them to blend in. If Starscream wasn’t threatened, that meant whatever this “off” thing was, it wasn’t something Starscream recognized as dangerous—or perhaps it was something he couldn’t categorize at all.

Megatron looks at the Prime, observing him closely. Their newly crowned Prime seems nice, he speaks very confidently yet softly, a leader with stern yet does not weild his fist to cage those around him. He spoke to the crowd with warmth, crouched to address younglings optic-to-optic, and carried himself with an air of calm authority.

Megatron….he knows there is something wrong, something off with the Prime. Megatron could feel it, like static in his circuits. He wanted to dig deeper, to pull at the threads of this mystery. But before he could, Starscream interrupted.

Megatron has to put those thoughts into a file and store it for later to entertain his friend. A bored Starscream always never ends well.

Soundwave can attest to that.

So Megatron talks to Starscream as they watch the parade from the distance in the balcony of Starscream's  fancy hotel. They watch as the Prime mingle with the civilian, as he interacts with the younglings with such care.

“Ugh. Look at that pompous mech!” Starscream sneered, slumping dramatically in his chair.

Megatron arched an optic ridge. “What are you talking about? He seems fine.”

“Fine? Look at him, so pristine, so proper!” Starscream gestured wildly at the balcony railing. “He’s too sweet. It’s disgusting. He’s practically dripping syrup on those younglings!” 

"Shouldn't I be the one making complaints here? I'm the one who's gonna get affected if his rule is slag" Megatron quipped dryly, already dreading the new rules and laws that will be set if this Prime is like the other ones before him.

“Oh, please.” Starscream waved him off. “If it were up to you, you’d just brood in silence and not say a word.”

“I would, actually,” Megatron muttered. “Besides, you’re the one verbally attacking your own kind right now.” He pointed out, wanting to immediately change the topic, for all that is stands in this world, Starscream is right, he would probably just brood in silence, rules kept him safe after all.

Starscream makes a disgruntled noise. "That thing down there, is far from being my kin."

Megatron grows confuse, he looks at Starscream. "What do you mean?"

Starscream’s wings twitched irritably as he leaned back in his chair. “That thing down there is not my kin.”

That got Megatron’s attention. He turned to Starscream, optics narrowing.

Starscream huffed, clearly annoyed he had to explain. “Look at him! He’s too…off. Too stiff to be a spark eater, too mellow to be a ghoul. His frame doesn’t match anything I recognize. And his voice?” Starscream shuddered theatrically. “It’s wrong. It’s too nice. No one’s voice is that…perfect.”

Megatron frowned, glancing back at the Prime. Now that Starscream mentioned it, he can see more of the odd things about him. The balance of his movements, the precision of his words, the faint flicker of something beneath the surface—it didn’t quite add up.

Huh… Yeah, he can kinda see that now.

Changing the Story for Once Part 1 of Chapter 1

This is a royalty/isakai au I made a while back. I was inspired by the story called "Action" by Let's try some writing and a story called " Optimus Prime is destined to die" by Chuzillla.

And I decided, huh, you know what, why not? I have also posted this in Ao3 but this one is the revise version, I'm revising the story ever so slowly.

And I really wanna share it here but I was debating of it's a good idea you know.

Anyway,here's the summary; Orion Pax is a university student who ended up in one of his all time favorite novel. He has no idea how he ended up here, chaos ensues.

English is not my first language, so it's a mess.

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Admist the glow of flickering screens and scattered datapads, Orion Pax was but an interesting figure, lost in the labyrinth of his own solitude. He was your typical university student who's faceplate is always buried in datapads after datapads, all day long. The epitome of a university hermit. His family tree resembled a barren wasteland, and his social life? Well, let's just say it made a hermit crab look like a party animal. 

He didn't have anyone aside for himself, he grew up with no sire nor carrier and he was just alone in life. He took odd jobs here and there to help him live and see another cycle. With no sire nor carrier to guide him, he wandered the corridors of life all by himself.

Despite such depressing situation, he always find solace on the novels he has accumulated throughout the years— one of which was his all time favorite, it was a story lace with tragedy of a fallen ruler who governed his kingdom with an iron fist, who used to carry the same name as he currently bore— a cruel irony he often found comfort in. He loved the story despite it's tragic and bittersweet end. It was the very first novel he had brought when his first paycheck arrived after grueling hours of being in one of his very odd jobs —the kind that left you questioning your life choices. 

Extra credits is extra credits, he cant say no to that. 

The novel was called “For Once”  and it was a very underrated masterpiece. One which Orion would talk about whenever he gets the chance, which he normally doesn’t so he opted to simply reread the darn thing over and over again to a point where he semi-memorize the entire plot. He had been reading it before he went into recharge, to try and distract him from the thesis paper he needed to write. The story was dark to say the least, but Orion was fascinated and again, it was the very first novel he had brought with his first paycheck.

He had joke to himself, about how his namesake was a terrifying mech, even slightly wished to have his confidence to avoid that glitched-arf mech that keeps tripping him down the mess hall. But then again, Orion Pax has a lot of problems that are far more important than that, not only he has a very barren social life but his student debt was astronomical.

He had already calculated it— at the rate he is going, his great-great-grandchildren might still be paying off his tuition fee— Primus, he really fragging hates the Iacon Academy, it’s a good academy, don’t get him wrong but damn it— it’s filled with assholes.  Another problem he has is his alarm clock being broken, and nothing else screamed ‘university life’ like missing your 8:30 lecture on the west hall because the universe seems to just hate you so much. 

But fate, seem to have a twisted sense of humor.  

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Orion Pax awoke, blinking groggily, he rubbed his optics, half-expecting to find himself back in his cramped dorm room, tangled in his recharge cables with datapads scattered across the floor, and energon caffeine cans across his table from the nights he spend cramming for one impossible test. But as he looked around, he realized that this was in fact not his dorm—  he was in a lavish chamber, surrounded by opulent furnishings.

This wasn’t his very tiny space filled with his own mess— no, this place was…..way to fragging shinny. The walls were polished and they glistened under the lunars light.  

“This isn’t my dorm…..” Orion grumbled, rubbing his optics while yawning. He’s hoping that this is just another study-induced nightmare that he seems to get once every cycle. He sighs and sketches the mingling ache in his frame— he stands up and walked to the mirror, expecting to see his humble blue-and-red-slightly slender armored frame. What he saw was far from humble. He’s colors are still there, albeit less brighter than usual, he was decked out in a massive, bulky armor, which seems to have been polished.

His chestplate alone looked like it could stop a whole ass armada—Primus, it probably had . And his servos? They look like they could crash a datapad in one squeeze! (Not that he hasn’t done it before, accidentally…while studying..but still!).

This is not his body. “Primus…..By Primus fragging servo that slapped Unicron, what am I wearing!??” he yelped, backing away from the mirror like it had burned him. And by the matriarchs servos, why does his voice sound like that?! He stared at the reflection, his optics widening as the reflection glared back.

What he was seeing wasn’t Orion Slagging Pax staring back at him.  It was Optimus Slagging Prime…. 

“Oh no….oh no no no no no no! This—This cannot be happening! I’m-I’m dreaming! Oh Primus, please let this be a whole dream!!” His once semi-slender frame is now bulked with power and authority. It screams control and domination compare to his other one—which if you altered it to the side, he could be considered a femme by a very drunken mech!

And he had been considered as a femme once by a drunken mech!

Panic immediately seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief as he backed away, stumbling to the berth he layed. Orion Pax is known to be very calm and can work well being under pressure, he had done it several times!

But at that current moment— he momentarily lost this capability. With a barely functioning processor, he covers his mouth with his servo—

 And screamed.

 A very panic yet muffled scream.  

I’M JUST A WRITER I SWEAR-

Yeashhh!

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ROTTMNT: SPIRITS WITHIN THE WEAPONS

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That's not usual.

Plot: Oda is up alone while everyone is sleeping when Leonardo does something unusual. 

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet, Family-Feels, Original Character, AU/Cannon Compliant

Notes: This was meant to be a much shorter fluff drabble, but it ended up being over 2,000 words. Oh well, this is my first short fic for Spirits Within The Weapons (SWTW). I'm not planning on writing a full fic for SWTW but I am hoping to write quite a few drabble pieces like this. 

I hope you enjoy reading. 

Oda lifted the Odachi in front of his eyes, admiring the sharp blade glistening under the pale blue glow of his ghostly form. Then he frowned. It wasn't perfect. It could still be sharper. He lowered the sword down again and started meticulously running it along the whetstone. Slow, precise, skilful. He repeated this calming action a few more times before lifting the blade to examine it again. His focused expression lifted into a pleased slim grin. It was sharpened to perfection. There wasn't anything this Odachi couldn't cut now. 

If only he could rely on the weapon's wielder to care for the blade himself. But then again, it was Oda's obsessive need to not see the weapon go blunt that made young Leonardo take for granted the need to sharpen it himself. Instead, the turtle found it magically sharpened the next day and never questioned it. In other words, Oda had spoiled Leonardo. He'll probably regret that in the future. But for now, sharpening the Odachi was his favorite pastime while all the others slept. 

Each of the young turtles had turned in for the night, having had a very exciting day of chasing down a magician hippo and the self-imposed "greatest foe of the teenage mutant loser turtles"… a talking worm. Warren Stone and Hypno-Potamus. Warren Stone and Hypno-Potamus. He mustn't take on the habits of the youngsters to forget the names of those that pose a danger—however slim that danger may be— to innocent civilians. Oda was wiser, nobler and more honorable than that to forget anyone's names. Though he will excuse the young turtles for doing so, they were still children after all. 

Fundi on the other hand had no excuse. The spirit occupying the Kusari-Fundo may look and act young, but Oda knew that he was ancient one way or another. He may not have lived long on earth (Oda finds that Fundi turns into a mindset of a young child when he's caught in a flashback of old, old memories), but he has been a spirit for too long not to have matured during that time. Tonfa seems to encourage Fundi's youthfulness though. And Oda doesn't like to disagree with the Tonfas inhibitor. Not because he's currently the size of a huge half-alligator-snapping-turtle-half-human mutant, but because Tonfa has done a lot to help Fundi deal with his flashback episodes. Tonfa knows Fundi. Oda knows Tonfa. And so Oda will trust Tonfa when he says to leave the fiery spirit to live a youthful lifestyle. But that also means Tonfa cannot complain when Oda repremans Fundi for his sometimes too destructive behavior. 

Thankfully both spirits were in a sleep-like state. Being that the spirits don't actually sleep, the closest they can get to such an act is to withdraw back into their weapons and enter a space only the individual can access. Like an inner mind or a dreamscape. It's restful in itself. Peaceful and safe. And it also leaves Oda time alone to mediate, practice his sword-skills and sharpen the blade of the Odachi. 

He was blissfully alone. 

In the rarely silent lair. 

Peaceful.

Relaxing.

Still.

Footsteps.

…?

Footsteps?

Oda turned to look where the soft sounds of footsteps where coming from. If it had been anyone else they probably wouldn't have noticed the slowly approaching sound and could've been unaware of an impending attack. But this was Oda. Oda had honed all his senses to an impeccable level. Oda had also memorized the sounds and scents of all four turtles, their rat-man father and their human friend. 

So even before the culprit behind the footsteps was within sight, Oda knew who it was.

Leonardo plodded into the kitchen unknowingly passing Oda on the way. Usually Oda would've moved fast to put the Odachi back where Leonardo last left it, however, right now he knew there was no need for such haste. The huge black bags under the teenagers eyes, the slump in his shoulders, endless yawning, and defeated aura told Oda all he needed to know. Leonardo's insomnia had gotten the better of him tonight. 

"Oh Leonardo" 

Oda followed his wielder to the kitchen, sitting himself on a stool with his fingers fidgeting restlessly on the table. What he would do to be able to—no, thinking about such wasn't helpful to anyone. He couldn't communicate with nor touch the young turtles in any way, so wishing so would be meaningless. If he so wanted to he could dwell on such later, after Leonardo was better. Leonardo takes priority now. Not that there was anything he could do. 

Although…. He could pick up the Odachi and wave it around to make his presence known. Leonardo would be able to see the weapon flying around the air by itself… and then would probably scream. Oda would effectively be making the child believe he was seeing things in his sleepless state. Frightening the poor thing to death. Then, even if the others did believe Leonardo about a floating Odachi, or even if Oda shows the others by making it float in front of them too, ghost hunters would be called. Donatello would be making anti-spirits weapons. Panic. Fear. More sleepless nights. Oda wouldn't be helping anyone that way. Plus it'll be a terrible first introduction. 

He was overthinking it.

He needed to meditate. 

Clear his head. 

But first Leonardo. 

Usually Leonardo would make himself a cup of tea and either carry it into Donatello's lab to sit and watch his twin work, or sit at the kitchen table drinking it idly and then wander into either Raphael's or Michaelangelo's room and sleep there. Curiously though, tonight, Leonardo decided to make himself a coffee. That's not usual. Then the young turtle stumbled with the hot mug into the living quarters, flicking on the projector to an old Jupiter Jim flick they've all watched a zillion times on an almost silent volume, and slouched comfortably into one of the well-used beanbags. Next, he slipped off his blue mask and sipped the hot coffee, mindless of what was on the screen. Very unusual. 

Oda stood behind Leonardo, one eyeridge raised suspiciously, pondering over what this unusual action meant. Steady a saddened frown formed on his features as he slowly figured out what was going on with his wielder. 

Leonardo was determined not to go back to sleep. Coffee and a film to stay awake instead of tea and the comfort of his brothers to fall asleep. This wasn't just insomnia. This was nightmares. 

Oda knew all too well how disorienting, unnerving and isolating nightmares can be. He couldn't blame the youngster for not wanting to close his eyes for the rest of the night. But to not go to his brothers… that was unusual.

He flicked his gaze over the clock on the wall. The others won't be up for many hours. He knew Leonardo knew this and yet the turtle made no move to wake anyone up. The nightmare must've been about his brothers in some way. The fear of losing them by his mistakes? Of them hating him? Abandonment? Hurt? Guilt? The list was endless. Obviously, Leonardo didn't want his brothers to know about his nightmares. Not yet anyway. That was concerning. 

What could Oda do to help though?

He was an unseeable, untouchable spirit. 

He was…

No, he wasn't useless.

For sure Leonardo would've been much more hurt—or worse— if Oda hadn't been watching his back. 

But right now, while the child was scared and alone, Oda felt useless. 

He settles on sitting on the beanbag next to the young turtle, keeping an eye on him like he always did. Maybe in the still of the lair Leonardo would sense his presence… wishful thinking. 

It was rare for all four brothers to be asleep at the same time. Leonardo usually did stay awake late before going to bed, and, with the help of a few useful methods, his insomnia wasn't as big a problem as it could be. He had plenty of restless nights, sure, he'd gone three days without sleep at one point—Oda would've strangled the young turtle during those nights if he could, or maybe just hug him— but with tea, help from his brothers and ASMR, he had learned ways to overcome a fair few of his restless nights. 

Donatello was the other with sleeping problems. Honestly, if it wasn't for how similar the two can be despite their countless differences, Oda would never have pointed them out as twins. But at least with Donatello it wasn't insomnia keeping him awake. No, it was hyperfixation. His machines. Computers. Ideas. Designs. Plans. Games even. Once the purple-turtle got fixated on something, that was it. Hooked… for days… and nights. Unhealthy so. Okay, so maybe Donatello was worse than Leonardo on that front. At least Leonardo wasn't the one keeping himself awake, his insomnia did that to him. Donatello just didn't want to sleep when something else seemed so much more appealing. 

Miraculously though, Donatello was too knackered to stay awake any longer and welcomed sleep with ease. Wrapped up in an extra soft, weighted blanket. Probably still snoring lightly since the last time Oda did his usual night checks on them all. That's one less person for Oda to think about at least. 

Raphael and Michelangelo were easy when it came to sleep. The pair were diligent in keeping a healthy sleep schedule. They knew the value and importance of sleep, and even if they struggled on some occasions to get to sleep, or nightmares woke them up, they gave themselves a nice breather before trying again. Which usually worked a treat. And if it didn't work, snuggling up with one or more of their siblings always worked.  

So only two out of four were a handful when it came to bedtime. That's not too bad. It could be worse. 

It was worse for Leonardo right now though. 

Hours pass by. Three Jupiter Jim and one Lou Jitsu film later, three cups of coffee, (which is a alot coming from someone who typically did not enjoy coffee much), and half a tub of neapolitan ice cream later and Leonardo was still alone. His brothers will wake up soon enough, but the lair was still deafeningly quiet. At least that's what Leonardo knew.

In reality, halfway through the second film, Fundi and Tonfa woke up. Fundi, determined to get up to his same old antics to annoy Oda, stormed in loudly with a mischievous fire in his eyes. However, the fire quickly dimmed when he spotted Leonardo sitting solely on the beanbag inches away from the huge screen. Oda shushed him and Fundi smirked. 

"It's not like he can hear me, y'know." The Michelangelo look-alike said playfully. 

"Insomnia?" Tonfa mused as he ignored Fundi to sit on a beanbag on the other side of Leonardo. "Wait, no…. Nightmares." He whispered and he hunched up his shoulders. Tonfa may not have any memories before being a spirit, and spirits can't get nightmares, so he doesn't know what nightmares feel like, but he has seen the effects on the brothers. He hates seeing anyone in such pain and torment. It honestly breaks Tonfa's heart to see such a fun-loving, boisterous teenager suffering like this. 

Oda knew the feeling. 

If they could, Oda knows Fundi and Tonfa would've stopped at nothing to help Leonardo, but they couldn't. So they sat with the lonesome teenager hoping he would somehow feel their presence and be somewhat comforted while they all waited for the others to wake up. 

It's the quietest Fundi has been in… years? Decades? Ever? Sadly, this time, quiet wasn't what was needed. 

Not long later, Michelangelo woke up to start breakfast and Leonardo wasted no time barging after the orange brother while tying his mask back on. With his usual playful tone, he bombarded the youngest with a request for pancakes and fruit for breakfast. Oda spotted the quick glance Michelangelo gave Leonardo, head to foot, knowing the observant orange turtle was piecing together what had happened during the night. His eyes flicked to the coffee jar Leonardo had accidently left open on the side. The bags under his eyes. The credits from a film on the big screen.

Michelangelo didn't hesitate to make the pancakes and slice up the fruit. 

Raphael joined not long later and caught on just as quickly. He gave Leonardo the mission to drag Donatello from bed, which he completed quickly by dragging his twin and half the bed sheets into the kitchen moments later. Their father walked in not long after. 

The spirits also joined them in the kitchen for breakfast, just as they usually did. Fundi sat like a cat on top of the kitchen counters—despite how many times Oda has told him not to. Tonfa leaned against the side of the fridge, as far out of the way as he could. And Oda stood in the doorway, watching with a small almost unnoticeable smile as the four brothers and their father chatted away. There was still one of them missing, but that's a problem for another day. 

As he watched, all Oda could think about was that, even if he couldn't do anything to help Leonardo himself, he's thankful that Leonardo had brothers who do care about him. Who notice such small things in him. Who will give Leonardo time before asking questions. And will be patient and understanding when he does talk. 

"He's in good hands," Oda muttered to himself. He choked back a chuckle as the blue-clad turtle flung his pancake like a Frisby at the still half-asleep Donatello only to miss and quickly find a few slices of banana slap him on the face in retaliation. "Back to the usual."

~End~

Eveytime I see a really good fanfic idea I always get the urge to write it, this is one of those moments.

But alas... I'm too lazy to do so...

Someone please write a fanfic on this so I can at leat read it.

I would've loved if the movie ended with Leo still in the Prison Dimension. Not just because of the angst, but because Leo and Kraang would've been each other's warden.

Because imagine if Leo didn't immediately give up when the portal closed. Imagine if he constantly gave it his all and fought Kraang every second of every day. But neither one was winning.

We could've had Leo and Kraang in a stalemate for months. Raph, Donnie, and Mikey racing against the clock because Leo can't fight forever.

Mikey is only strong enough to open a portal for a few seconds. And, every time he does, he sees the both of them fighting tooth and nail just to overpower the other. Mikey's never seen Leo this intense. This ruthless.

The longer Leo is in the prison dimension, the more ruthless he gets. There's a reason Kraang hasn't been able to kill him yet....

It gets to the point where, unknowing to Raph and Donnie, Mikey questions whether or not Leo should be allowed out of the prison dimension-

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This post started out normal and then it evolved into a fanfic idea. I wish I could write good fanfics because I would write the f u c k out of this-

MY INTRO POST <3

Welcome to my blog! My name is Aaron, and I write for fun. I mostly do my hero academia fanfiction, one-shots, and occasionally TWD videogame. so, you can expect all that.

I will write certain kinks such as Praise Degradation Breeding Choking Hair pulling Light impact play Roleplay Threesome And much more!

I will not write Feet Scat Vomit CNC DDLG Incest piss play etc.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable then please don't click on the stories with these tags! If you don't mind, then go right ahead and enjoy~

Thank you so much for checking out my blog and enjoy your stay, little dove~

sorry I haven't been posting a lot.i really want to but I have zero ideas.i litterly started a different blog before working on smth here. I need ideasss😔

⋆。·₊°♱༺ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ༻♱༉‧₊˚.

𝙆𝙚𝙮

*✩-𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 ☣︎ ✘-𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 ☣︎ 🂱-𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 ☣︎ ☽-𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨 ☣︎ ┊͙-𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘 ☣︎ ☮︎-𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

.☽---He's mine

*✩---Love birds

*✩---First kiss

*✩---Surprise

1.✘---Jealous girl —— 2🂱.✘ ---Intoxicating

*✩---On camera

*✩---Confessional

*✩---Tattoo

*✩--- Bike rides

𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

.☽---Polar opposite

.✘---Worst of me

.☽ ---Killer

*✩---Angelic

.☽ ---Hot Sleeper

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

E̲̲R̲̲R̲̲O̲̲R̲; ̲N̲̲O̲̲T̲ ̲Y̲̲E̲̲T̲ ̲A̲̲V̲̲A̲̲I̲̲L̲̲A̲̲B̲̲L̲̲E̲:/

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢

┊͙---Wing man

☮︎---The baby project

🂱.✘ ---Purple Rain; M & C

𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 ˙ ͜ʟ˙

When I finally post the fanfic of a character I've been looking forward to writing for weeks and I reblog other fanfics by other authors of the same character that I liked because their ideas would fit perfectly in my fanfics, but I can't plagiarize (lol).

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

One of my greatest joys as a fanfic writer is me shoving the usually beacon of hope hero into a moral dilemma that he can't win, forcing him to hurt an innocent person to save a life.

I have made the hero sin and I will tear him apart for it.

Just a little idea for before Sasuke left the village… pls pls pls someone who can write this turn it into a fic

Hinata and Sasuke at the same time under their breath: he’s so hot…

awkward pause as they look at one another

Sasuke blushing: tell no one

Hinata freaking out blushing: as long as you promise!

Sasuke: …wanna hang out this Friday

Hinata: …tell people it’s book club

Sasuke: deal

silly little story that was in my drafts that I just posted un edited and with Midoriya’s name spelt like midoryia for most of it

You know, as I think over all the WIPs I have sitting in organized google doc I'm now realizing something about how I write Shigaraki. No matter the universe, no matter the changes, I always write him as unhinged. It varies depending on the AU (which is the fanfic area I primally exist in) but it's never going to be a question of, "is Shigaraki unhinge" and instead a question of, "is he, at the very least, still attached to the door frame?". Even in the AUs designed with a health arc in mind Shigaraki is still going to be at least a little bit unstable no matter how long they work on it, the best you can do is make him less willing to jump to murder.

I'm writing a request currently and wanted to know if I should switch things up a bit! I use Y/N since I'm not really sure what the other options are. If you vote no tell me what you prefer! I want to make my fics readable for everyone, and I know some people don't like the use of Y/N

Just a small bit of my up coming BSD soukoku one shot, "Restocking & Recharging," that makes me giggle🖤🖤

Cause I’m a ✨FANFICTION WRITER✨

lol please enjoy this stupid little video I made about fanfiction. No thoughts at all. Just silliness.

You’re welcome.

So I'm writing a Soukoku fanfic and-

Good job, Google Docs, Good job. Because Chuuya's first flying by Dazai's face makes so much more sense than his fist. Yeah, totally. I understand.

「Hate You, Love You」 ʙᴜɴɢᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴅᴏɢs ғᴀɴғɪᴄ

Short rewritten excerpt from Chapter 9:

sᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ ғʟᴜғғ

~𝙻.𝚁. 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚝

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﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

"So, where did you go yesterday?" Chuuya asked through crunches as he ate some cereal. He looked up at the brunette across the small table from him, who began to grin. "Dazai?"

"Hehe, don't worry about it." Dazai continued to curl his lips as he took a bite out of a piece of toast.

"That's only making me worry about it more. Please, where were you?" Chuuya whined. He put his spoon down to look at Dazai, now getting concerned as well as annoyed.

"It top secret Chuu-Chuu!" Dazai yelled as he dramatically grabbed the butter knife and held it in the air as if to prove a point.

"Don't call me that and answer my question, jackass."

Dazai dramatically gasped. "My heart! I've been wounded! How could you call me such a foul name!" Dazai grabbed his chest as he flopped back in his chair, and Chuuya did everything he could to keep himself from slamming his own face onto the table and into his food, he had just gotten out of the shower after all.

"Damn it Dazai, just tell me." Chuuya said with a sigh as he rubbed his temples, and wondered how the hell he fell for someone like Dazai.

"Fine fine." Dazai said as he calmly sat back down like a normal person, putting the jam covered toast down on the elegant plate in front of him. "I was doing some research." Chuuya raised a suspicious eyebrow and questioned, "About...?"

Dazai then dramatically threw his arms in the air as if what we was about to say was the best, most revelitional thing ever. "I wanted to find a way to make my Chuu-Chuu happy! And I found it!"

Chuuya sat up straight and looked at Dazai attentively, now more curious and slightly confused than anything. He knew the younger man wouldn't stop with the nickname, and that wasn't the battle he was choosing to fight at this moment. "Go on...." He prompted tentatively.

"One moment!" Dazai sang as he got up and went to the fridge, leaving Chuuya unable to see what he was doing behind the silver insulated refrigerator door, but he didn't take long. As he walked back to the small table, he held whatever he grabbed behind his back, and as his wicked grin grew, so did Chuuya's suspicion. "This!" Dazai said as he slammed the milk carton he was hiding behind his back down on the table. "If my Chibi drink's some of this every day, he'll get taller, and he'll be happier!"

Chuuya's aura grew dark as he slowly stood up, his piercing blue eyes downcast and hidden from sight. His silk purple robe began to float slightly with a scarlet hue as he activated his ability. The spoon in his hand snapped in half with a grudge before it flew towards Dazai with such force, that after Dazai smoothly dodged it, it stuck at least half way into the wall. "You little shit!" The redhead snarled through gritted teeth as he threw the milk at Dazai, and again Dazai dodged and it, making a mess on Chuuya's sparkling kitchen floor.

The brunette began running to avoid Chuuya's wrath, laughing all the while. "Haha, no~ you're the little one! AHH- ANGRY CHIBI!"

"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!" Chuuya screamed full of rage, while arming himself with more food floating behind him like bullets aimed directly at the cackling brunette as he ran around, dodging the oncoming assault of dairy, grain, and produce based bullet hell attacks.

And this is exactly at least part of why I'm rewriting HYLY on Ao3. That and the just all around more secure filtering system.

you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame

My FAVORITE Ship Dynamics List

Pardon my awful coloration (and writing). What kinda ship dynamics do you guys like? There's probably one that I forgot here.

When all you want is fluff and angst fics or etc, but all you're getting is lemons

Like yo, why is it so hard to find something fluffy or emotional?

There are days when someone comments on every chapter of your WIP and it's the only thing you can think about for a week.

And of course I love writing for myself, but when you give so much time and energy (and a little tears too), seeing someone take the time to leave not just one, but sometimes several comments, on each of my chapters, it gives me the boost to write that I sometimes lack.

So thank you to everyone who has already left a comment on each of my fanfics, whether it's a long comment with each of your favorite parts, a linear analysis that would have made my high school French teacher proud, a keyboard smash, a comment in all caps because lowercase letters can't convey the message properly, or a series of emojis.

I cherish every comment I've ever received and I smile like an idiot when I get an email from ao3. Thank you for sharing a little piece of what's going on in my head with me for a moment and loving it as much as I do. I kiss you all on the forehead with love and gratitude and I hope your pillow is cold on both sides tonight..

AO3 Wrapped 2024 [Writer's Edition]

As I only started writing in 2023 and haven't been able to write since October because of my exams, it's not as much as I would have liked but here is my AO3 Wrapped 2024 ! Based on this post if you want to do it too.

Sorry if this is long, I loved doing this and looking back on my year of writing.

How many words have you written this year?

I published 445,335 words this year on AO3, so I probably wrote more but I have no idea how to count them. But I'm cheating a little since all my One Piece stories are in French and English.

How many works did you publish this year?

I've published 35 works in English, 61 if we count the French translations.

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

At The Dawn Of Time, a story where Portgas D. Ace travels back in time for a day after Marineford to meet his mother Portgas D. Rouge while she is still pregnant with him in Baterilla. His arrival has no impact whatsoever on the timeline, all events remain the same after his visit but it has such a big impact on Ace, on how he sees himself, how he sees his parents and the world. It's the moment where he learns to love and forgive himself with a little help from his mom and it means so much to me, especially at the time I wrote it.

I love this story for all it represents and I also think it's really well written. Kudos to me.

What work of yours has the most hits?

It's Children of the Sea, my story about Rouge adopting Shanks and Buggy after Roger's death, with 24,428 hits ! But considering that it's also my longest ongoing project, that was expected.

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Between the Waves and the Stars, a story for Nami's birthday (One Piece) about the first few weeks of the crew with just her, Luffy and Zoro. I love this story but I honestly didn't expect so many people to agree with me and take the time to write so many lovely and kind comments.

(The title may also be the inspiration for my username. I love astral imagery, sue me.)

Favorite title you used

I hate having to come up with titles for my stories, it either comes to me directly because I pull it directly from a song or I stare at my story for hours trying to come up with a title. That said, I think one I'm very prouf of is Gold On The Fingers, Gold In The Heart because the title plays on Roger's name and the attraction Rouge already feels for him without admitting it to herself.

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

These are not stories that I have already published but I have a whole series of stories inspired by Livingston's music and lyrics.

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

The focus of my stories is rarely romantic and I focus more on platonic and familial relationships, especially and equally Ace & Sabo & Luffy from One Piece and Dean & Sam from Supernatural. However, the romantic pairing I've written the most about has to be Rouge/Roger from One Piece.

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

If we talk about romantic pairing, Rouge/Roger (One Piece). There is not enough content on them and if I have to do it myself, I will.

What work was the quickest to write?

Ghosts of the Past (And Those of the Present), I have a series where I write stories for One Piece characters' birthdays (which I've totally neglected since September, sorry) and I had forgotten about Perona's birthday until the last minute but in a few hours, I wrote almost 3000 words in one go. I've been trying to chase that high ever since.

What work took you the longest to write?

It's obviously Children of the Sea, for once because it's my longest work but also because I have a lot of things to tell and I want to do it in the most perfect way possible. The first chapters were super easy but I'm at an impasse in my story where I would already like to be at the next arc of the plot. BUT it's the first thing I'm going to get back to when my finals are over.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

So many, honestly I'm drowning. I'd say I have over twenty and sometimes I wish my brain would just shut up.

But I'm also eager to start writing them properly. One mistake I won't make next year though is to start posting without a head start no matter how much I want to.

What’s your longest work of the year?

Once again, Children of the Sea (the French version anyway) with 59,166 if my calculations are correct. And I'm only at the beginning of the second part of the first book. At this rate, I'm going to get my master's degree before I finish this story I think, but it's so worth it.

What’s your shortest work of the year?

Blood On The Car Seats with 905 words, a story about Bobby's last moments with Dean and Sam in Supernatural.

Before starting Whumptober I rarely if ever wrote stories under 2,000 words but with the time constraint I had to learn to say less sometimes which was both very painful and educational.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Without surprises, Children of the Sea. This work is my child and my sister has instructions on what to do if I die before I finish writing it.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Canon Compliant, which is a bit boring so I'll go with my second most used which is Found Family and totally represents my writing.

Your favorite character to write this year?

PORTGAS D. ROUGE! I love her dearly, she's my wife and my everything. And then I remember that we see her a grand total of once in the manga, which makes me sad. Oda, give me more content on Rouge and my life is yours.

But more seriously, since we have so little content, she has, even more than the other characters of One Piece, became my character and she more than anyone else has made me want to write an original book one day.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Luffy. I love him, he's one of my favorite characters in One Piece but he's so hard to write. He's so complex and well written with so much natural in the manga that I'm always afraid of not doing him justice and making him a two-dimensional character. And don't even get me started on when I have to write from his point of view, a real nightmare. But I love him, he's so interesting.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I don't know yet, I have a lot of ideas.

A lot of them are about Dean/Castiel (Supernatural) or Nami/Vivi (One Piece) if we're talking about romantic relationships. But if we're talking about platonic relationships, all the dynamics I'm going to be able to explore in Children of the Sea when I finally get all the characters to meet.

All the relationships, whether seen romantically or platonically, in the Straw Hat crew are also fascinating to me. I have a collection of one-shots about them in progress, I might have to pick it up again.

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I have no idea, I must have reread all my stories once or twice to see if I could expand on this particular idea. The last one I reread though was Day Trip with Grandpa, the story about Garp's birthday (One Piece) because I got a comment on it today.

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

4,130 kudos, which is huge! Thank you so much to everyone who has ever left a kudo on one of my stories, I love you, I cherish you and I hope your pillow is always cold on both sides.

Which work has the most comments?

It's Children of the Sea again but that doesn't surprise me since most of my other stories are one-shots.

Did you do any collaborative works this year? Did you write any gifts this year? Did you receive any gifts this year?

No, maybe something for next year!

What’s your most common category?

Gen, and by a long way! Not surprising.

What do you listen to while writing?

I listen to absolutely anything and everything, probably more music with a dramatic vibe or a theme that is related to the story. I made a playlist a while ago for Children of the Sea, but I need to update it.

Favorite work you wrote this year?

Argh, I honestly like all of my stories, or almost, but I'm going to say At The Dawn of Time or Children of the Sea. I've talked about them enough already so I won't do it again but they really hold a special place for me. Coincidentally or not, both have Rouge as a central character.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

[Not pictured, me freezing for ten minutes because I don't know which line is my favorite.]

Chapter 14, Children of the Sea

Excerpt from the correspondence between Portgas D. Rouge & Gol D. Roger, 17 years ago RETURNED TO SENDER My love, It has been seven years since your death today and even more since the last time I saw you, touched you and kissed you. I learned that the cells of the body renew themselves, and that every seven years, each cell of our bodies is different. Which means that from now on, no part of my body has been in contact with you. Only my soul and my heart. And the trace you left there can never be erased. I will forever carry you in my heart and in each of my actions. You will always be a part of me.

I don't know if this is my absolute favorite, but this letter and this whole chapter are very close to my heart.

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I can write! All the stuff I was hesitant to write, fight scenes, romantic moments with tension. It may not be my strong point (yet) but I can do it! I can basically write anything I want.

*sobs*

Me: Ugh, I had such a bad day! I can’t believe that person would be so cruel… *spies computer*

My MC: Please don’t.

Me: *sits down at desk* We suffer together.