Hii, this is Corvultion! You can call me Cory, I'm 23 and I write as hobby. English is my second language :]
I'm quite into everything, but I'm currently coming out of my shell so idk what to list for fandoms. From videogames to anime, books and tv shows like your average human being (maybe I should make a tag and store them in there)
— ( Writing )
Kazushi's Songbook To Cope With Whatever This Is
My very first fanfic ever! I'm new to this and tbh desensitized, so please read the contents before continuing. By no means it's a dark fic or taboo, but I'd never want to put someone in a bad headspace! Take care 🫂
As I Heal
Toya/Mahiro! CONTENT WARNING for suicide attempt mention, nothing graphic
— ( Future Ideas )
I'm really enjoying writing for Glass Heart, so I might have some other ideas in my bucket list ;)
Also I did write a bit of a Klance fic I hope to develop further! It's Post Canon Keith and Lance on an intergalactic cruise. The prose is simpler but I need to get gud at world building and plotting
Binge-watching TWD and thought of a What If scenario where Beth and Noah escape together :))) I'm fine :))))
Watched Del Toro's Frankenstein and got the urge to make it about Jayvik, don't ask
Playing Warframe, I'd love to do Operator-centered oneshots! I love them sm
Finally! An excuse to put Machida's fake tattoo in the timeline
Got the idea from these pics
Tattoo parlors were the last place Kazushi could picture himself visiting. And yet, here he was, staring at the decoration on the walls, looking for something nice to say to the owner, since the hydraulic chairs to the stools where he sat reeked of tobacco, and the hard rock music wasn’t of his liking. Lying was always an option, but a middle-aged man with a whole body scratched in ink could easily tell, that the only needle Kazushi was near in his life, were hypodermic syringes.
“Your ears are pierced, young man,” the shop owner had a keen eye, “care to tell why?”
Takaoka shifted on the client chair to get more comfortable once the tattoo gun took a break from his skin, also, to pay attention to Kazushi being forced to talk about himself.
“Uh, my parents were pretty strict. My brother and I used to hear our grandma got her ears pierced with a hot needle, took her sewing kit, and sterilized them in the kitchen.”
“Siiick,” Takaoka whistled before the machine descended to his neck, “I got mine–” his eyes screwed shut, “when we pierced Hina’s as a baby.”
Hina was the youngest sister. If Kazushi didn't misremember, her and Sho were twelve years apart from each other. Knowing Takaoka's temper, he must've thrown a tantrum until they let him do it. Kazushi fought back a smile.
“And now you hardly wear anything.”
Sho exhaled at the cloth wiping behind his ear.
“I guess I was jealous my sisters had things I didn't. I'm happy havin’ the best hair.” He proceeded to show off said long, lustrous dark locks. Kazushi deemed his efforts worthed a laugh. The owner warned him to keep still, or else he would mess up the lettering.
Another hour later, after Takaoka stopped bleeding blue, the tattoo was done. Though the nylon film obscured the artwork, the heart did a beautiful contrast with the band's logo. He made sure to compliment the old man’s job on their way out.
★ Pre-Canon │ Toya/Mahiro │⚠︎ CW: suicide attempts mentions and overall discourse around the topic. Nothing graphic, but it's central to the story. Be safe!
For now, this is a standalone “How did Toya and Mahiro met”, according me. I'll write more later, don't want to abandon Songbook ;P Crossposting here out of habit
The world ignored Mahiro thereafter. His uncle's restaurant continued to open three times a day for each meal, pork began to sneak into the miso soup, and Mr. Nobu never learned they do not serve udon on Tuesdays. Only the air stayed the same, stale, clamming Mahiro's skin while he was bound to the cash register for a few more hours. He hated Summer, made the cast unbearable, scar tissue itched beneath it, and let out a funky smell. Worse, having an encased arm made his duty ten times slower.
His phone buzzed inside his pocket. It was his blog. Otherwise, the thing stayed dead silent. Another buzz, then another as he was handing change to a woman. Mahiro smiled, but not to send off the customer. Once his shift had ended, he helped his uncle close the restaurant, only being allowed to flip the «Open» sign and turn the lights off, finally heading upstairs.
Mahiro's room was yet to be cleaned, the doctor recommended avoiding heavier chores, and dealing with the mess would take days of hard work. Beelining straight to his chair, kicking some of the fallen clutter to make way, not bothering for the light switch or the curtains, he turned on his laptop in the dark. This time, he didn't huff about how long it took to boot up.
His last post surpassed all the other ones, despite the formatting errors of being typed from his phone. During his stay in the hospital, the bigger screen was dearly missed. Replies were harder to read. Glad to hear his thoughts mattered to someone.
Mahiro had been running the blog for a full year, the account was even older than that, created during his brief period of high school years. Too lazy for another email verification, the account collected all his frustrations. Although he enjoyed talking trash about poser Toya Shinzaki, Mahiro discovered the hobby thanks to him.
No one questioned Mahiro why he took the train that day, he didn't even have to lie about getting a job interview. He would've begun working with his uncle sooner, if his things went differently and the attempt, much like the one to later put his wrist in a cast, failed.
But the plan didn't go through, even if he hopped off the train station at the heart of Fukuoka, walked all the way up to a bridge’s sidewalk and didn't alarmed any passerby as he leaned against the railing. Something caught the corner of his eye before he could topple over.
A flash of red, followed by atrocious sound that clawed at his ears, pulled him off the inevitable fall he had been promising himself of. A man urged him to move from behind, so he had no other choice but to step one foot after the other, until he had crossed the other half of the bridge. Not over the stridency battering his head, Mahiro looked up to the billboards playing the awful music.
Four guys sitting and standing next to each other in pairs. The closer Mahiro got to the sign, the more obvious someone had edited their individual photos to pass as a group. Black clothes and hair, eyeliner, and no smile on their faces. Ended up looking funny, their discontent. They did not want to be in the same room together, yet they were supposed to be a unit.
He googled the band on his way home: Toya Shinzaki’s newest project after his big fallout with Ichidai Records. The guy's name was in every title, any amount of success must be because of Shinzaki as their vocalist. That opinion circled through his head, even after reaching his parents house. Mahiro excused himself to his bedroom to write and, ignoring the piles of dirty laundry, crafted a thorough review of the album. The article was amateur at best, but the passing comments of postponing a suicide to say how dogshit their music was, the type of humor to layer be found was Mahiro's charm, earned him a little of recognition. Which amassed into this niche presence he gained over the months.
Shinzaki Toya abandoned the group a month after Mahiro's first breakthrough. Mahiro could not, for the love of God, get away from Shinzaki's business. A curse he embraced sixteen articles in, knee-deep into concert surfing and documenting the underground scene, where Shinzaki spread his roots like weed, Mahiro always tried to pull out, but always kept coming back.
Mahiro thanked the couple of comments wishing for a fast recovery as he waited for the apartment to fall silent. Carrying his backpack on one shoulder, and with a digital camera around his neck, he opened the window and got hit by the night’s cold air. Jumping the fire escape to land gracefully on the floor, the sirens of a speeding ambulance drowned out the wobbling metal that should've woken his uncle up.
It would have taken ages to reach the entrance, that is, if Mahiro was a normal groupie. Pulling his badge card to the bouncer guarding the backdoor, niche music journalist Maki was let inside the club. Mahiro quickly hid the credential under his jean jacket.
Still early for the nightlife to begin, few people danced to pass the time. The rest either blocked Mahiro's path by standing idle, or bumped against him with drinks in their hands. The steady beat of industrial techno helped him go on with the crowd almost crushing his bad wrist. Orange lights flickered above everyone's heads.
Buying alcohol crossed his mind when he saw the empty bar, but he was low on cash. He couldn't risk another salary advance, or else his uncle would grow suspicious. He could, though, ask one of the interviewed to buy him a drink, he knew who to ask.
His wrist was struck by a sharp wave of pain, he heard plastic shatter in front of him as he collided with someone’s shoulder. Mahiro's arm curled inwards and held his cast over his chest. Wincing, focusing all his attention not to cry, it took him a second to understand what the man was yelling.
“–fuck ‘s wrong with you?!” the voice hollered at him.
His sleeve felt wet. Vodka.
“Was… looking after my arm,” Mahiro breathed in and out to ease the aftershock. His eyes were prickly with tears, but could see the blurry head staring down.
“Shit– Clean that up,” the blurred man pulled him by the dry fabric and dragged Mahiro across the dancefloor, “Move! You–! Outta way!”
For a guy this aggressive, it was nice he knew where to pour out his anger issues. They stopped at a quiet corner, Mahiro had time to fix his eyesight, and immediately regretted doing so.
Handing him a bunch of paper napkins: Toya Shinzaki.
He shouldn't have showered after tossing the jacket in the laundry. He overslept. Again. A whole shift was spent snoring. Untangling his legs off the blankets, Mahiro rushed down the stairs. At least the tables needed a wipe, cleaned dishes to be sorted out. Anything.
“Ah, Mahiro,” greeted his uncle, “Big news! Someone picked the ad,”
Mahiro was busy searching for chores to be done. The place was weirdly put together.
“Uh, great… Which one?” tying the apron over his pajamas, he surveyed the clients, their orders were already taken, “Did you clean all by yourself?”
“Both.“ he answered, “the part-time and the rental,” he emphasized,, “he’s in the kitchen,”
Mahiro's stomach grumbled. Having a partner meant he could eat while the other worked, right? The hopes of calling that person a «partner» died as soon as he recognized their back. Did he hit his head too hard when crawling through the window? Was he still asleep and having a nightmare?
“How’s your arm?” Toya looked exactly as the night before.
Mahiro glanced over his shoulder to check his uncle was out of earshot.
“Your uncle,” Toya clarified, “told me you hurt your arm, aren't you on meds?”
Mahiro scooted closer to see what Toya was doing, washing burnt oil off a frypan.
“Don’t wet your cast,” he mocked him, “your skin will fall off,”
Toya stared at his face much like he did the bar. Up and down. Now, Mahiro could see how Toya’s forehead wrinkled when raising his eyebrows.
“If you showered, check if your arm smells off,”
Bold thing to say while wearing yesterday's clothes.
“My uncle doesn't know I go out,” he yanked the frypan from the sink, spilling water onto Shinzaki, “don’t say a word, he’ll kick you to the street,”
Mahiro struggled to keep it in place, the pan spinned with the towel.
“I assumed,” Toya gripped the handle for him, “your secret’s safe with me,”
Mahiro grumbled under his breath. Fine, he could use a little help.
Super quick sketch of the outfits I'm envisioning for chapter 11! A lot of rhinestone tassels, red glitter, and allusion to blood >:D
The MV itself would have retro/cinema vibes, very theatrical and fancy! I'm thinking whether I should make them dance a little or not...decisions, decisions
Note: I'll post the missing chapters soon, you can always read Songbook on AO3 ;]
if they ARE going to make a bg3 live action tv show then i honestly really hope they don’t bring any of the main video game cast back as main characters. tbh. i hope they come up with new characters from baldurs gate that were there for the whole nether brain/bg3 plot and are continuing it and that the main cast from the video game get brief, inconsequential cameos. this way we can reduce the amount of damage taken from the inevitably out of character writing
Rating: 18+ [May contain violence, death, suggestive or explicit content, strong language, and harm to children]
❖ STORY ❖
The martial world has long since granted you reprieve from the past. Once a frightened child in a world vaster than you’ve ever known, you have since carved out a name for yourself in this realm of martial artists.
Now a wandering vigilante of renown, your name has been uttered by many a storyteller - yet no tale is without tribulation. Swept up in something much larger than yourself, forces of the imperial court now crack down upon you, the ordered world closing around you like a fist.
Your skills haven't failed you before, yet this is unlike anything you've ever faced. Now's your chance to build new relationships, learn to trust those around you, and find allies in this world turned hostile.
Journey through the martial world, delve into your own past, escort your charge to safety, entangle yourself in an imperial plot, save a few people, kill some others, try to differentiate friend from foe - preferably before your luck runs out.
❖ CHARACTERS ❖
Xia An'er [夏安儿] - [10 | She/Her] Your charge in a simple escort mission. Though a little noble lady with danger following at her tail, she’s positive, sincere, and exceptionally cheerful to boot. Doesn’t quite have a martial realm moniker yet, but she really wants one.
Zhao Ning [赵宁] - [24 | He/Him] [RO] A mentor of your charge. A reserved young scholar with an air of melancholy, he’s a fish out of water in the martial world; nonetheless, he remains courteous and polite. Though his manners are impeccable, you barely know anything about him. He seems oddly familiar at times.
Meiduo Cairen [梅朵才仁] - [29 | He/Him, She/Her] [RO] She saved your life once. A physician first and martial artist second, he approaches his work with stern diligence, and people with gentle humility and humor. A pacifist and buddhist at heart, he always extends a helping hand to others - always saves, and never kills. Known as the “Temple in Bloom” [满寺花].
Lin Jingshu [林静姝] - [22 | She/Her] [RO] A young, straightforward spitfire with a heart of gold. She’s got the nimbleness of a swift and the temper of a raging torrent, with a fighting style to match both. Naturally blunt to a fault, she rarely resorts to tact or diplomacy in her dealings with others. Known as the “Thousand-Blades Soar as Wild Swifts” [千刀狂飞燕].
Nalan Ruoyun [纳兰若云] - [37 | She/Her] [RO] Few know her real name or face - you’re one of the few with this rare privilege. Under her elegant, soft-spoken mask, she’s cynical, pragmatic, and almost cold-hearted. With keen insight, extraordinary intelligence, and almost terrifying dedication, she ranks among the elite of the underground intelligence world, her intellect nearly unmatched. Known as the “Spring Night Rain” [春夜雨].
Yang Qingyi [羊青逸] - [42 | He/Him] [RO] A smooth-talking, sly old goat - according to his own words. He looks the part of an experienced, worldly martial artist, and has a flippant, wild attitude to match. You’ve been acquainted for quite a while; he's still got the bad habit of calling you “kid”. Known as the “Green Python Who Strangles Mountains” [青蟒绞山].
[RO Details] [Other Characters]
❖ FEATURES ❖
❖ Play as male, female or non-binary; cis or trans; allo, aromantic, asexual or aro-ace.
❖ Customize your personality, appearance, style, and how others perceive you.
❖ Customize your weapon and fighting style. Do you rely on pure martial technique, inner force from your Nei Gong, or the nimbleness of your Qing Gong?
❖ Choose your role in this world. Are you a focused martial artist, chivalrous thief, or a philosopher and scholar?
❖ Build bonds. Learn to trust those around you. Romance is optional - platonic bonds are just as important.
❖ Reputation is important in this world - how do people perceive you? How do you present yourself to the world?
❖ UPDATES ❖
Note: if you somehow found this, congrats!! It’s still bare bones here, and this post will continue to be updated. WIP is in very early stages and everything is being built up right now - even the WIP name may change. Feel free to shoot questions my way!
It was actually the kid who killed Ballas. Drifter has experience dealing with the Narmer cult itself. Operator locked-in much like in The Old Peace, they're the more unhinged of the duo.
My Drifter is, in fact, pretty chill and sensible from their time with the Hex. My Operator is on the verge of crashing out (again) (understandable), so Drifter tries to ground them with little things.
Like bugging Aoi for a Walkman and music tapes, giving them to Operator. They're the reason now the kid wears headphones on missions, Peter-Quill-style.
Drifter also leaves plushies in the kid's Orbiter. The Operator is still a kid, y'know.
Drifter tries to record Operator dancing and singing to Aoi's mixes, but they always end up Void-smacking the camera out of their hands. Amir hasn't come up with bulletproof technology, yet.
They have a game of Komi that they take turns to move in the current timeline. Drifter definitely cheats bc the kid is a plays like a war tactician (the kid was, in fact, the Tenno's equivalent of a war tactician).
Usually when the Drifter is in the main timeline, Operator is helping the Holdfast at the Zariman. On the other hand, Drifter goes back to Duviri when the Operator comes back.
Operator trains Drifter on the Tenno Schools. They spar, and the kid beats the lights out of Drifter everytime.
When the Operator wants to peek at the POM-2 in the Orbiter, Drifter takes hold like a parent would yeet a child away from what they cannot touch. They bicker A LOT bc of that.
Drifter:
In their 20s. They look older bc of stress, Duviri was rough.
Speaks a variant of Tenochtitlán different from Lettie's, didn't tell her in case she changes how she talks. She actually doesn't, lol, and often have conversations fluently in that language.
Both them and Operator are kinda outside of what the Orokin considered normal, probably why Drifter didn't doubt having multiple partners (and not me liking Amir and Roathe).
Understands Amir's and Quincy's relationship bc of their own with the kid. Also Arthur's and Eleanor's. Marie's and Lyon's, too. The sibling-isms.
After Quincy told them to get better clothes, they have a lot of alt/modified clothing stored. They forget to change back when visiting Le Cathédrale, and The Triad always asks if their armor was stolen, lol.
Also their hair is dyed, they got black hair with purple tips. Eleanor taught them how to use makeup.
The one who hears Wally the less, surrounding yourself with love helps.
Watches movies and series with Amir, reads the books they were based off with Eleanor. If the book is really good, they loan it to the kid.
They're the reason there's a Lieutenant Viktor NPC in their Fables&Frontiers campaign. Listen, the Tank bounty is hard, ok? He's a villain-of-the-week bad guy, they kick his ass when the Scaldra pisses them off.
Oldest child syndrome. Oldest child who moved out of the house specifically, takes a lot of responsibilities but feels estranged from the people they fight for in the Origin System. Only truly cares for the kid, to be honest. The Lotus is an extension of that, they know if she's gone, the kid loses it.
Since Operator has a shrine for their parents at the Zariman, Drifter recreates their mom's reading nook in every Dormizone they have. They are the ones who often use it, but sometimes the blankets and pillows aren't arranged like how they were before leaving.
Surprisingly a good cook, despite the cube OCD. Those rituals extend to how they sleep, setting alarms to trigger near the doors and windows, and keeping watch. Arthur usually offers to take shifts with them, and replicates his recipes in the meantime. More often than not, they come out as cubes.
Operator:
My Operator is young, around 13-14. I chose the Heron's voice on purpose, sounds like a youthful version of Drifter's Owl.
Absolutely had a crush on Adis. Look at him! They're doomed for each other.
Nowadays, they crush on Daughter Entrati, they did the Veilbreaker quest bc they're smitten jajsjdh. Kahl's camp exists because the kid thought was a good idea, Drifter was stuck in 1999 when it happened. They don't mind it tho, Operator is really invested Kahl's cause (I love that game mode).
Not conventional to Orokin standards, a very meek, non-conforming child. Their personality drastically changed because of what they went through, like a coping mechanism, and is more “Orokin” aligned now as a result. Would've become an Archimedean like Margulis if given the opportunity.
Hates smiling or showing any facial expression because of The Indifference. Constantly has a blank face that disturbs people. Would be shifty around expressive individuals like Amir or Aoi. Lettie's personality would be their jam, would learn new cuss words, too.
Dependent on their Kubrow companion, kinda like a service dog. Especially to discern if Wally's presence is taking other people's form. Trust issues from The New War.
Unironically likes Ordis' jokes, Ordis cracks them to keep them sane. The real Ordis' lowkey cares for the kid, mostly bc of their shared problems with the Orokin (he's the meme of «*hands gun* “go on, do crime”»).
Openly judges Drifter for their taste. (Approves Amir, would throw hands with Roathe)
Vent Kids' older sibling. Drifter is like, the cooler sibling, but it's the Operator who keeps them out of trouble and brings supplies.
Their version of Oldest Child Syndrome is the game's «your character struck the deal with Wally» lore drop, they choose to carry the Tenno's well-being. That's why they work directly under Lotus' commands, put Rell's soul to rest, and even why Margulis sent them first to the Tauron Academy, they wanted to make sure it was safe for their brothers and sisters. There's only one person who should face the burden of the Void, Operator's blame shouldn't be shared. The Orokin's part in sending them in the first place, however–
Can and will experience PTSD and dissociation (hence The Second Dream) if they use Transference for too long. The Orbiter gets suffocating after a while, so they visit Deimos to talk to Necra-Loid and Otak, or go down the Sanctum Anatomica to the real Loid when it's worse.
Only asked comfort from The Lotus once, after killing Ballas. They fell asleep in her lap as she hummed, they woke up back in the Somatic Link.
To celebrate Songbook's 9th chapter and keep myself motivated to read through my fic (I want to avoid potholes and make some neat callbacks), here's my favorite line per chapter! :D
Chapter 1: “Kazushi almost ejected from the stool like a rocket flying into space.”
This is so funny, I laugh everytime I see it
Chapter 2: “Even with sunglasses on, everyone knew Toya Shinzaki was yelling with both hands over the counter inches close to a receptionist's face.”
Your first Toya impression, mind you. He and Mahiro appear so little, but every time they SERVE
Chapter 3: “Akane fumbled the array of pages until she picked one, grouping the discarded partitures in a pile by her feet.”
There's something cute in this mental image, I adore her. She's full of endearing mannerisms I'd love to do them justice
Chapter 4: “When he opened them, his torso was pointing at the entrance of the cabin and his hands slipped free, locomoting his body to sit a second time next to Yukino Sakurai. Pathetic.”
Kazushi is so funny to write, his head is constantly fighting with his heart and it's hilarious to see which one wins
Chapter 5: “What kind of cheap romcom was he in? haunted Kazushi for the rest of the journey.”
Worse, buddy, you're in my fic
Chapter 6: “In situations like these, Sho would physically remove the madman from the cursed object, but it was Saijo they were dealing with, even someone like Kazushi could be harsh if not careful.”
I just remember Sho SNATCHING Naoki away from the keyboard and him looks at Sho confused like a cat being picked by the nape, I can't–
Chapter 7: “In a matter of seconds, Kazushi was flashbanged by a wall of lightbulbs.”
AKDJJSJS
Chapter 8: “Kazushi's mouth twitched, unsure how to salvage the situation. Should he change the topic? Console her? Stop talking? Even his hands hesitated in laying a gentle touch on her.”
Another funny thing I like to write is how processes social interactions when he cares. He's a boyfailure
Chapter 9: “Akane squeezed her drumsticks, Sho’s guitar pick fell from his mouth, and Kazushi almost dropped the word «fuck».”
They're a trainwreck. I love the show when Naoki says they're going on tour and they chain react. Also it reminds me of the Fred's Catchphrase vid
