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“There’s a Latte Love Here”
A self / reader insert featuring my internet persona interacting with the fellswap gold boys based on several RP’s I have done with the tumblr blog Ratsoh-Writes. While my sona is more of an OC, it can be read as a “reader” x Fellswap Gold Papyrus fic.
“Mishaps & Mayhem”
An OC / reader-insert gets adopted into Nightmare’s gang and gets to explore the multiverse. (i.e. I wanted to give my own explanation as to how the multiverse works in Undertale)
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Info On OC’s / Art
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I hope you enjoy whatever random posts I make on this account. It WILL NOT be as active as my other account, but I will try my best to keep up with it. Anyways, feel free to wander and enjoy!
Huh… guess what I found hidden at the bottom of my docs, mostly finished and only in need of a few edits.
Seems like you guys get to enjoy a quick one-shot based on the wonderfully sweet Valentine’s RP event held last year over on @yuckydraws blog. (“This” is the opening post describing the event).
I know it’s a year late…. and that it’s no longer Valentine's day…. but hey! It’s still February, so I think it counts. (Hopefully, I’ll get back to writing my own fics soon, life’s just been…. ehh, lately). But I had fun reading through this again, and hope you guys might too.
So now, enjoy a summary of my “internet sona” interacting with their version of Red and immortalizing it via fic.
While you may have been used to the chaos of your skeletal neighbors, it never made it any less surprising to walk in on something unexpected happening in their home. (With so many in one house, you think it would be more concerning to find it peaceful under their roof).
The noise however was unusual, so you may as well follow it to see what they’re up to.
It seemed like the sound had originated from the garage, which was as good of a place to start the search as any, right?
Opening the door and making your way inside, you’re met with the sound of rap music filling the space from a speaker on top of Red’s workbench. Upon closer inspection, you find the aforementioned skeleton. Err, well… his feet at least. He’s on a mechanics dolly, mostly hidden beneath his recent project car, propped up on some vehicle jacks.
A classic baby blue 1955 Chevy Bel Air.
A true beauty of a car, but lately all you’ve heard about it is how much trouble it’s been giving him. (You think he just enjoys having someone listen to his ranting. Something you had always translated as the pride he’d taken in figuring out how to make whatever he’s working on operate smoothly).
As if on cue, you hear a string of cuss words leave him in a frustrated growl - along with a screech of metal not unlike the one you heard earlier.
…He doesn’t seem to have noticed your presence yet.
And as much fun as it can be to tease Red, startling him is an entirely different matter, especially when he’s already ticked off about something. …Guess the car really is giving him trouble based on the screeches of protest and the cusses emanating from beneath the vehicle.
Thankfully, you have the cure-all to frustration stashed away in your bag, a stack of his favorite treats.
Now came the question of how to get his attention without spooking him. (He’d been known to throw around a few bullets when startled… not that you could really blame him based on what little you know of his past).
Thinking for a moment, you backtrack to the door and flick the lights on and off a few times. “Need a distraction Red?”
You heard a growl emanate from beneath the car as he began sliding out, “fuckin’ hell, now the-”, the tirade cut off as he registered your voice, managing a chuckle at both the realization and your question before standing.
He’s wearing a black tank top that shows off his tattoos and marred bones, along with some oil-stained sweats and sneakers.
“I was thinkn’ ‘long the lines of a drink, but I guess a distraction will do.” He drawls, walking to his workbench to drop the useless tool he was using and shed his dirty, oil covered gloves…not that they did much for keeping him clean, he’s got all sorts of dark smears on his arms, and a smudge of motor oil on his cheek.
“whatta ya doin’ here?”
You can’t help but snicker at him, your voice lilting in a manner meant to be teasing, “Is it so unbelievable that I would seek out your company just because I wanted to? It certainly couldn’t have anything to do with the fact I’m never bored when in your company.”
He snorts and rolls his eye-lights. “Yeah, yeah. I’m great an’ all, but I’m guessin’ that ain’t the only reason.”
“Nah, I actually came over to celebrate the holiday with you guys. These are for you, by the way,” you say, dropping a bag full of spicy chocolate and salty, savory treats on his workbench. You give a distinct glance down at his hands, “You may want to get that oil off before partaking in any of the treats though. I doubt the motor oil would make any of it taste better.”
At the mention of the holiday, he looked puzzled, but the confusion disappeared at the sight of the pile of goodies. Your second statement made him give himself a once-over.
“Ugh, that car ‘as it out for me, I swear.” He grumbles, wiping down his hands with some wipes on his workbench, not bothering to clean up much more than that. He then opened the bag, picking a treat at random to stuff his face with. “...Thanks.” He mumbles.
While he was far less prickly than when you had met, you knew a large part of his past had trained him to be wary of favors. So while you were prepared for suspicion in regard to your gift, you hadn’t actually expected a thank you.
Before you could ponder the reasons as to why, he spoke again, “...what holiday is it?”
Did? …Did they not know?
To be fair, you had always thought of it as a rather silly holiday, simply taking advantage of the excuse it gave you to consume as much chocolate as you could hold. But how to explain its origins without sending Red into a panic attack over your gifts? Something you had given merely as a token of affection for your friendship.
“Have you guys not heard of Valentine’s Day? It’s erm….. well, traditionally it’s a romantic holiday. A day meant for couples to express their affection for each other, with all the traditional romantic pomp you can think of. Flowers, chocolates, and the like.” You saw Red choke at the mention of romance, and he looked increasingly more panicked staring down at his gift, prompting you to explain the other half of the holiday.
“Others, like myself, see it as more of a day for people to celebrate whatever relationships they have with those they care about, whether it’s familial, platonic, or romantic. I’ve always seen it as a good excuse to enjoy the company of my friends while being able to spoil them with some of their favorite treats.”
You grin at him, trying to convey there was no secret meaning behind the gift, only a genuine wish to give him something he would enjoy without garnering any future favors. “Now come on! Instead of worrying about the car, why don’t we do something else? You can always work on it later with a clear head and after enjoying all your snacks.
After your explanation, he’s quiet for a long moment, regarding you with curious eye-lights. Clearly thinking. Thankfully, he seems to accept your explanation, and after finishing his chocolate, he nods.
“sure, fuck it. lemme change real quick.” The moment he’s done speaking, he disappears in front of you. It’s a trick you’ve seen a few of them use a couple of times before, but it still leaves you in awe.
Their “shortcuts”, as they call them, are just incredible. …Incredibly convenient, that is. Especially for the ones who use it as an excuse to be lazy. How lucky are they essentially getting to teleport and yet only using it to blip between rooms.
But in this case, you’re glad for the ability. It just means you and Red can hang out faster.
It’s only another moment before he reappears in front of you again, wearing a clean outfit. It’s not anything extraordinary, just his usual dark jeans and red turtleneck overlaid by his jacket, but he still looks nice.
Based on the look of surprise you got from him, it seemed that internal thought of yours had unintentionally been spoken. The words already out in the open before you'd even registered you wanted to say them.
You saw a brief flush of color race across Red’s cheeks, but once you blinked, it was gone.
“shaddup.” Is all he says, immediately on edge at your admiration, before a brief flicker of apprehensiveness flickers across his expression, quickly disappearing behind his usual mask of sarcastic indifference along with any hint of embarrassment.
He seemed unsure how to take your compliment without becoming defensive… fighting the automatic instinct of assuming you wanted something, instead of simply making an observation about his appearance.
He jumps in with a new remark, seemingly in a hurry to move past your words, unable to think of another response. “whatdya wanna do?”
You don’t draw attention to it, simply allowing the topic change and smirking. Jumping in to tease, just to show there were no hurt feelings. “I came over to spend time with you. Isn’t it only fair you get to decide what we do?”
He rolls his eyelights, but plays along. “interestin’ logic.”
He takes a moment to think, glancing around the garage, “how ‘bout a joyride?” He asks, gesturing to his motorcycle parked not too far away. “i ‘ave an extra helmet.”
“Wait, really?!” You’ve seen how well Red treats his motorcycle. It's obvious how special it is to him, and he doesn't just offer joyrides to anybody!
You can’t keep the excitement from leaking into your voice, “Yes please! It’d be so much fun to get out on the road and explore.”
Red just snorts at your surprise, although he does look amused at your excitement. “sure, why not? it’ll be thanks for th’ grub.”
Opening up the garage, he tosses you his extra helmet before slipping his own on. He swings his leg over the seat, kicks the kickstand out of the way and turns the ignition. (He seems to have parked it in a way that helps him avoid backing up).
“hop on.”
You’re eager to go speeding down the roads with Red, so you quickly slip on the helmet and scramble up onto the seat behind him. Only having a thought hit you once you’re already sitting behind him. How exactly are you going to hold on to him?
Your voice is a bit muffled because of the helmet, but discernible, “Umm... what's better? Over the shoulder or around the waist?”
Red looks over his shoulder at your pause, though it’s hard to gauge his expression with the visor over his face… and then you’re surprised to hear him chuckle. He reaches up to pop open his visor, letting you hear him better over the rumbling of the engine.
“waist,” He instructs, “an’ put yer feet on th’ footrests.” He points down, indicating where to move your feet. “keep ‘em there, even when we stop. if ya need us to stop for any reason, tap me twice. got it?”
You confirm and adjust your hold before settling into the seat, pressing tightly against his back. “Ready when you are!”
Red flips his visor back down and nods, kicking off the ground and revving the engine - and you’re off! He takes the turns nice and easy as you get acclimated, ushering the bike out of the neighborhood, and eventually, even the suburbs altogether. He’s totally in his element, and you’re pretty sure he’s getting a kick out of sharing this with someone.
Soon enough, you’re on a deserted county road - and the bike roars as Red opens the throttle the whole way, allowing you both to take off like a shot. The speed urges you to press solidly against Red's back, keeping your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, and the sound of the engine helps hide the delighted laugh that escapes as you fly down the road.
Excitement and adrenaline only intensifies the exhilaration, and you can't help but laugh again. It feels like nothing in the world could catch up as you both speed down the road with nothing but the wind pushing back. …It might just be your imagination, but it seems as though he speeds up just a little more after hearing your laugh.
For a while, it’s just a fast, exhilarating joyride, but as you get closer to Mount Ebott, he begins slowing down. Eventually pulling over, as though he had just reached a predetermined destination.
He kills the engine before kicking the stand into place and removing his helmet. When you release him, he slips off the bike and motions you to follow. Hands in his parka pockets, he leads you up what seems to be a familiar path to him, and as you reach the crest of the slight hill, a beautiful view of Ebott City is revealed as the sun begins to set behind it.
…Something tells you he comes here a lot.
It had taken you a second to catch your breath and get your heart to stop racing after the thrilling ride, but it all seems to have been for nothing as you take in the view. Breathtaking is the only proper word for it. You’re both far enough from the road that it's blissfully quiet, and the view is just stunning with the sunset over-looking the city.
It would be a good place to come clear your head, or just relax after a long day. And he seems so familiar with it, this must be a special place no one but him knows about. A private spot for him to retreat to when he wants a moment alone… and you can’t help but feel honored he’s introduced you to this secret place, especially knowing he probably hasn’t shared this with anyone else due to his prickly nature.
The moment is too serene to risk breaking the silence, so you just take in the view and eventually lean in, resting your shoulder against Red’s… choosing to let him pull away or break the silence if he wishes.
He gives you a glance at the touch, but doesn’t move; “it’s just to pay ya back for th’ treats,” he murmurs, looking anywhere but at you. If you were to squint, you’d see a tiny twinge of red on his cheekbones.
He seems to be content standing in silence after that, just enjoying the breeze and the pink-hued sunset. ...Something he had gone so long in his life without.
The thought adds a solemnness to the moment, and you try to put your thoughts in order before whispering back in his direction, “There’s nothing to pay back. I did it because I could and because I wanted to. You're a great guy who deserves to have the chance to experience things you enjoy... even if it's just the small stuff in life.”
You offer him a small grin, “But thanks for bringing me out here anyway. It's been fun getting to spend time with you.”
He doesn’t quite seem to know what to do with your words, frowning to himself. …Seems like some things will always be hard to believe. Guess you’ll just have to work hard to convince him.
But he does bump his shoulder against yours, hoping that’s enough to get his point across.
Ack! I just realized I never reblogged with all her character information!! .......Well, better late than never!
For anyone who doesn't know, this girl acts as my internet sona. ...She just also happens to double as an OC I use for RP's on @ratsoh-writes blog. (It is that specific instance where this character information comes from, much of which is NOT accurate to real life).
I'll put this below the cut because I know it's going to get long.
Full Name: Kyra Celeste Wingdings
Her AU: Dancetale
Favorite Color: (Coffee’s magic color, specifically when he's blushing)…. Or deep/dark greens.
Social Interactivity Level: Introvert. She likes outings....... when she's the one who made plans for them.
Any socializing and companionship is reserved for a handful of people, and for those people alone. She has her group and is quite happy, thank you very much! But please… let her have some alone time. The social battery is running low.
Favorite Item/Gifts: Trinkets related to a fandom/video game she happens to like. Anything that could be used to care for her multitude of critters. (Decor, substrate, plants, lighting, etc)
Hobbies: While not a professional by any means, she enjoys sketching…. mostly working with graphite and colored pencils, but she's willing to try anything once! (Coffee is helping her branch out to other mediums). She's also a gamer in her spare time. Open-world sandboxes, MMO's, puzzle / strategy games, simulators, first-person shooters… anything really.
Stats:
LV: 0
HP: 726
DF: 34
AT: 22
Status: “Thinking about catching up with ____” (Whoever is on her mind)
The girl is defined by compassion. She cares very deeply about people. A Kindness Soul through and through. Not to the point where she's an enabler, but she will go to great lengths to understand people. Not making excuses for past actions, but doing her best to understand the reasoning behind them and prompting them to do better now.
While a bit bashful and shy, she enjoys meeting new people despite her introvertedness. She needs variety in her life and will travel often through both the city and the greater area surrounding Ebbott, searching for something new to occupy her time.
Once you get to know her, not only is she sweet, but she has a mischievous streak a mile long. But everything she does is harmless! Pranks have no real consequences, and sarcasm is her primary sense of humor. (And maybe sometimes, a good pun or two despite Coffee's hatred for them)
She's always had a passion for animals, but after the crash, she decided to specialize in the more unusual/exotic… specifically reptiles! (Even having a whole collection at home, much to Wine's dismay). She actually made a career around her fascination, becoming a "Treasure Keeper" in Ebbott. (I'll try to add the link to Ratsoh's blog describing the job once I find the post again)
Since she officially bonded with Coffee, she has joined a coven and begun training to access her magic. It's..... an ongoing process. But she IS learning!
Soooooo...... I actually DID end up writing a fic using this BEAUTIFUL piece as inspiration.
(Fic below cut if you prefer to read on Tumblr)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
It was a perfect night.
The air is cool and crisp, with soft, rhythmic waves splashing against the shore, creating a soothing symphony. A gentle breeze carried the smell of salt and sand. The stars overhead twinkle like distant diamonds, and the moon adorns the center of the sky like a crown jewel, casting its glow over a sleeping world.
It felt as if the world had paused, wrapped in a blanket of tranquility.
Mist curls around your feet, diffusing the moonlight and giving everything a sliver halo. The calm breeze and quiet echo of waves splashing against the shore give the night an almost ethereal feel.
The ambiance allowed your thoughts to flow freely. Drifting. Loose and pliant… allowing you to absorb the tranquil stillness of the night and all the comforts it had to offer.
It was different here. So different.
The vast stretch of a nearly endless sea with monsters living below the water instead of above. A place composed of an element so opposite of the open expanse of air to which you belonged.
You had grown up on a highland of cliff faces surrounded by a span of dense forests and small lakes.
But here, there were just waves.
And yet… despite the polar opposite elements, there was a similarity. A kinship exposing the openness and freedom unknown by so many others. Neither you above nor the monsters below were impeded by the same rules earthbound creatures were.
You could make fulluse of all three-dimensional spaces. Freely moving side-to-side, forwards-and-backwards, and up-and-down with little effort.
You could never get enough of that freedom.
You took a slow, deliberate breath. Expanding your ribs to full capacity, you took in as much air as you could hold before slowly exhaling. You checked one last time that your jewelry was properly secured and snapped open your wings. They shimmered with iridescent hues of emerald, catching the moonlight and reflecting like precious jewels.
Such a perfect night couldn't be wasted.
With a great whoosh of air, you thrust your wings downward, launching yourself into the sky.
Wind rushed over you, attempting to force you down, but you only felt your SOUL pulse harder with a thrill. The strain was welcomed as you pushed against the air’s currents. Entry to the sky required strength, and you refused to be denied.
This was where you belonged.
The currents of air were yours to command.
Making an adjustment, you shifted to allow your wings to catch the wind and soar, driving you effortlessly up into the sky, propelling you amongst the stars.
Up, up, up you went. Defying gravity with powerful wing strokes, you advanced further. The gentle splash of waves below faded away, replaced by the rhythmic beat of your wings and the rush of wind.
The higher you climbed, the more breathtaking it became. Not because of the effort exerted in making the climb, but because of the absolute beauty that surrounded you.
You couldn't even begin to pick out the constellations. …Not because you didn't recognize them, but because there were so many stars, you couldn't identify the familiar outlines. The North Star had gone from being a prominent feature in the sky to being lost in a crowd, vanishing amongst its thousands of twinkling counterparts.
It was an inky canopy strewn with an uncountable number of majestic, wondrous stars. ...No wonder the sky was referred to as the heavens. You could almost believe you were close enough to reach out and pluck one from the sky to keep as your own.
Finding a strong air current, you leveled out. Began to swirl and glide and play. Soaring in an intricate, uncharted dance born of utter delight and freedom.
The world spread out before you. An infinite expanse, all open and waiting to be explored… with one exception.
Glancing down, you saw the ocean.
Waves danced far below you, displaying an inky void, an infinitely black ether, with the dark skies above only making the abyss look deeper. The only light shining back was the path provided by the moon's gaze. The deepness of the water combined with the reflection of moonlight created an untouchable moving canvas. An infinite void of secrets you would never know.
…But you could come close.
Taking a breath, you arched into a backbend, curling your wings close, and allowed gravity to regain its hold on you. The rapid descent caused the world above to begin blurring into a kaleidoscope of silver streaks, almost as if falling comets surrounded you.
You watched as the waves came closer, and closer. Began counting down the seconds.
Waiting. Waiting. Now!
You snapped open your wings and twisted, slowing your descent just enough to allow you to glide inches above the water. The splash of a nearby wave sent the taste of salt into your mouth. Stretching, you let your toes skim the surface.
The aerodynamic taper of your wings allowed for agile and cutting maneuvers such as swooping out of free-falling dives and you had always taken advantage of it.
A powerful flap allowed you to begin climbing back up into the atmosphere. Reaching a more reasonable height, you corkscrewed, rolled, dove, and flipped through the air.
If anyone had been around to see you, one might think you were putting on an acrobatics show.
On and on you continued, reveling in the rush of the wind and the freedom your flight allowed you — only pausing once you noticed the moon had begun receding. The deep stillness of the night beginning to decay with the appearance of a soft glow indicating the rise of dawn. The sky had gone from a portrait of inky black to a spectrum of deep blues and soft purples.
Time to head back.
You had a feeling that even the sunrise would be different here.
Orienting yourself, you began the journey back at a much calmer pace than before, similar to a runner's cooldown. After all, as invigorating and euphoric flight was, to deny it being a workout would be ridiculous. So if you wanted to avoid feeling sore later, you needed to take a moment to recover and redistribute your energy.
By the time home was in sight, you had calmed the frantic thundering in your chest and caught your breath. Easily gliding down towards the dock, you make a smooth landing. The wood beneath your feet glossy and worn thanks to its frequent use and the occasional wave.
Despite not having been here long, this was already your favorite spot.
Taking a seat at the edge, you dangle your legs just above the water line… allowing a small wave to wash over your feet before watching the horizon.
The sound of the waves. The open expanse of water and air merging at the horizon's edge, where color slowly began filling the sky. The smell of the dock, the salty sea, and beach sand meld into a perfect blend. …All these sensations blend and blur together, mixing into a blissful background hum carrying a note of peace and contentment. You allow your eyes to close for a second to appreciate the feeling.
You're warm.
Not because of the rigorous flight — it's a warmth that comes from the inside, from your SOUL. You feel such a deep sense of satisfaction, of freedom, of… belonging. You adore being here, in this moment, and this place in general.
…There was something special about this place.
Opening your eyes again, the glow had gotten stronger. Warm arcs of light had spread across the sky. Instead of a deep navy blue sky, it was now a soft pastel pink, indicating the rise of dawn, even if the sun had not quite peeked over the horizon yet. The light grew, tentatively eating away at the dark, becoming more and more confident as the traces of stars disappeared and the moon slipped away.
Soft yellows, oranges, and reds joined in to paint the sky and sea as a sliver of golden white emerged from beneath the distant waves. As the sun began to ascend further and further, its radiant glow further pushed back the darkness, awakening the world with its warm hues. The waves glowed, reflecting back the beautiful skies and making the colors even richer.
A new day. A new start. A new place to call home. …You couldn't wait to see what the world had to offer you here.
Inspired by an OC of mine and a BEAUTIFUL commission done of them by @/mothiepixie.
This character was created / inspired by @/ratsoh-writes universe of Undertale AU's.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
It was a perfect night.
The air is cool and crisp, with soft, rhythmic waves splashing against the shore, creating a soothing symphony. A gentle breeze carried the smell of salt and sand. The stars overhead twinkle like distant diamonds, and the moon adorns the center of the sky like a crown jewel, casting its glow over a sleeping world.
It felt as if the world had paused, wrapped in a blanket of tranquility.
Mist curls around your feet, diffusing the moonlight and giving everything a sliver halo. The calm breeze and quiet echo of waves splashing against the shore give the night an almost ethereal feel.
The ambiance allowed your thoughts to flow freely. Drifting. Loose and pliant… allowing you to absorb the tranquil stillness of the night and all the comforts it had to offer.
It was different here. So different.
The vast stretch of a nearly endless sea with monsters living below the water instead of above. A place composed of an element so opposite of the open expanse of air to which you belonged.
You had grown up on a highland of cliff faces surrounded by a span of dense forests and small lakes.
But here, there were just waves.
And yet… despite the polar opposite elements, there was a similarity. A kinship exposing the openness and freedom unknown by so many others. Neither you above nor the monsters below were impeded by the same rules earthbound creatures were.
You could make fulluse of all three-dimensional spaces. Freely moving side-to-side, forwards-and-backwards, and up-and-down with little effort.
You could never get enough of that freedom.
You took a slow, deliberate breath. Expanding your ribs to full capacity, you took in as much air as you could hold before slowly exhaling. You checked one last time that your jewelry was properly secured and snapped open your wings. They shimmered with iridescent hues of emerald, catching the moonlight and reflecting like precious jewels.
Such a perfect night couldn't be wasted.
With a great whoosh of air, you thrust your wings downward, launching yourself into the sky.
Wind rushed over you, attempting to force you down, but you only felt your SOUL pulse harder with a thrill. The strain was welcomed as you pushed against the air’s currents. Entry to the sky required strength, and you refused to be denied.
This was where you belonged.
The currents of air were yours to command.
Making an adjustment, you shifted to allow your wings to catch the wind and soar, driving you effortlessly up into the sky, propelling you amongst the stars.
Up, up, up you went. Defying gravity with powerful wing strokes, you advanced further. The gentle splash of waves below faded away, replaced by the rhythmic beat of your wings and the rush of wind.
The higher you climbed, the more breathtaking it became. Not because of the effort exerted in making the climb, but because of the absolute beauty that surrounded you.
You couldn't even begin to pick out the constellations. …Not because you didn't recognize them, but because there were so many stars, you couldn't identify the familiar outlines. The North Star had gone from being a prominent feature in the sky to being lost in a crowd, vanishing amongst its thousands of twinkling counterparts.
It was an inky canopy strewn with an uncountable number of majestic, wondrous stars. ...No wonder the sky was referred to as the heavens. You could almost believe you were close enough to reach out and pluck one from the sky to keep as your own.
Finding a strong air current, you leveled out. Began to swirl and glide and play. Soaring in an intricate, uncharted dance born of utter delight and freedom.
The world spread out before you. An infinite expanse, all open and waiting to be explored… with one exception.
Glancing down, you saw the ocean.
Waves danced far below you, displaying an inky void, an infinitely black ether, with the dark skies above only making the abyss look deeper. The only light shining back was the path provided by the moon's gaze. The deepness of the water combined with the reflection of moonlight created an untouchable moving canvas. An infinite void of secrets you would never know.
…But you could come close.
Taking a breath, you arched into a backbend, curling your wings close, and allowed gravity to regain its hold on you. The rapid descent caused the world above to begin blurring into a kaleidoscope of silver streaks, almost as if falling comets surrounded you.
You watched as the waves came closer, and closer. Began counting down the seconds.
Waiting. Waiting. Now!
You snapped open your wings and twisted, slowing your descent just enough to allow you to glide inches above the water. The splash of a nearby wave sent the taste of salt into your mouth. Stretching, you let your toes skim the surface.
The aerodynamic taper of your wings allowed for agile and cutting maneuvers such as swooping out of free-falling dives and you had always taken advantage of it.
A powerful flap allowed you to begin climbing back up into the atmosphere. Reaching a more reasonable height, you corkscrewed, rolled, dove, and flipped through the air.
If anyone had been around to see you, one might think you were putting on an acrobatics show.
On and on you continued, reveling in the rush of the wind and the freedom your flight allowed you — only pausing once you noticed the moon had begun receding. The deep stillness of the night beginning to decay with the appearance of a soft glow indicating the rise of dawn. The sky had gone from a portrait of inky black to a spectrum of deep blues and soft purples.
Time to head back.
You had a feeling that even the sunrise would be different here.
Orienting yourself, you began the journey back at a much calmer pace than before, similar to a runner's cooldown. After all, as invigorating and euphoric flight was, to deny it being a workout would be ridiculous. So if you wanted to avoid feeling sore later, you needed to take a moment to recover and redistribute your energy.
By the time home was in sight, you had calmed the frantic thundering in your chest and caught your breath. Easily gliding down towards the dock, you make a smooth landing. The wood beneath your feet glossy and worn thanks to its frequent use and the occasional wave.
Despite not having been here long, this was already your favorite spot.
Taking a seat at the edge, you dangle your legs just above the water line… allowing a small wave to wash over your feet before watching the horizon.
The sound of the waves. The open expanse of water and air merging at the horizon's edge, where color slowly began filling the sky. The smell of the dock, the salty sea, and beach sand meld into a perfect blend. …All these sensations blend and blur together, mixing into a blissful background hum carrying a note of peace and contentment. You allow your eyes to close for a second to appreciate the feeling.
You're warm.
Not because of the rigorous flight — it's a warmth that comes from the inside, from your SOUL. You feel such a deep sense of satisfaction, of freedom, of… belonging. You adore being here, in this moment, and this place in general.
…There was something special about this place.
Opening your eyes again, the glow had gotten stronger. Warm arcs of light had spread across the sky. Instead of a deep navy blue sky, it was now a soft pastel pink, indicating the rise of dawn, even if the sun had not quite peeked over the horizon yet. The light grew, tentatively eating away at the dark, becoming more and more confident as the traces of stars disappeared and the moon slipped away.
Soft yellows, oranges, and reds joined in to paint the sky and sea as a sliver of golden white emerged from beneath the distant waves. As the sun began to ascend further and further, its radiant glow further pushed back the darkness, awakening the world with its warm hues. The waves glowed, reflecting back the beautiful skies and making the colors even richer.
A new day. A new start. A new place to call home. …You couldn't wait to see what the world had to offer you here.
like i'm sorry but we as a fandom have to stay firm on our anti-AI values. we cannot suddenly start giving AI a pass when it's something we "want to see" like destiel kisses. it's not suddenly fine. we're not going to start using AI to make fanfic scenes come to life or audio AI to make characters "say" stuff we want to hear. you have GOT to be firm on your anti-AI stance. if you start making exceptions then suddenly anything will fly. fandom is for real art and creations made by real people. no AI fanfics. no AI art. no AI rendered "bonus" scenes. no AI audio. none of it has a place here.
Coming back to say: here’s some reasons to hold out against using generative AI as much as you can*.
On the ethics side:
The ‘free’ AI programs available to the general public are unethically trained on stolen data
(Said stolen data has been found to include CSAM/CSEM)
AI generation requires lots of electricity & is bad for the environment
AI is heavily supplemented by underpaid human labor that’s hidden on purpose
On the labor side:
AI has only one real value for companies who look to incorporate it: reducing its reliance on human labor. If it’s not doing that, then why spend money on it? It needs to be a cheaper replacement for something else, and that something is human labor. That’s its selling point.
And thus: generative AI is being sold to your boss/potential commissioner as your cheaper competitor.
Although the actual potential for generative AI’s output is doubtful, companies are eager to use AI to cut creative labor out of the production process and thus the profit structure. artists are noticing.
For example: Companies refusing to include anti-AI language in contracts, prompting strikes
AI is replacing people … but mostly making jobs for those who remain even harder than before
That last point is important to me bc if you won’t try to avoid using generative AI for the sake of the people whose work was stolen to train it, or for the environment, or for creatives getting financially squeezed by it … you should avoid it because it’s not going to be around forever.
On the economic side:
Generative AI as it stands … really can’t replace humans no matter how hard AI companies try to sell it as a replacement. If it turns out to be a useless expense, then why buy it?
If it turns out nobody will buy it … why keep selling it? & in fact that’s the problem: not nearly enough people are buying use of generative AI services/models to make it profitable.
If it’s not profitable (bc ppl actively don’t like it & it doesn’t work well), the companies selling generative AI will stop selling it, will close their doors, will stop offering generative AI for free …
And all we’ll have is a bunch of collapsed AI startups & lost creative jobs for no reason.
The AI bubble will crash, & when it does, all that will happen is a lot of wealth will have transferred to already-wealthy people who were willing to throw massive amounts of money down the drain just to make everyone else a little poorer
Outside of fandom, AI is getting rammed down our throats bc it’s all about profit. Generative AI is meant to steal what little profit artists still make commercially. Let’s not let it take up space in fandom, too!
I can’t force anyone to not use AI, of course, & I don’t expect ppl who already use it to respect any of my reasons to not use it. But i hope this post gives you some reasons to not use it.
(You know who’s actually profiting heavily from AI? Scammers.)
*a lot of things are labeled ‘AI’ but aren’t really generative AI, & sometimes you can’t avoid using AI bc of work or something. But do your best, even if only for yourself.
i'm usually pretty flippant about discourse around problematic fiction. i don't really believe in writing impassioned essays about why it's categorically insane and bullshit to equate the art someone creates with their morality and worth as a person. i don't think it'll change anyone's minds, because you can't rationalize someone out of an instinctive disgust reaction or undo years of sex negative, kink negative, christofascist conditioning with a tumblr post. but, i will say this:
it is deeply, inherently human to write upsetting stories. we live upsetting lives. trauma and brain chemistry interact in ways we don't really understand, and often what it produces is art that is reflective of the grotesque, the horrifying, the uncomfortable. this has been the case for as long as people have been people.
i also believe that we, as artists and writers, don't owe anyone an explanation for where our art comes from. it doesn't matter if you're coming from a place of cathartic "this happened to me, and now i write about it to cope" or if you're coming from a place of "i just think this is hot, and i couldn't tell you where it came from." upsetting art is a fundamental part of the human condition, and the drive to create it is also fundamentally human.
i don't believe it's necessary to self-examine where that drive comes from and attempt to rationalize or moralize about it. the creation of art in all its messy discomfort is morally neutral. it says nothing about whether you're a good person or not.
what matters is how you treat other people. your thoughts aren't real. your fantasies aren't real. they have zero impact on if you're Good or Bad, because that's not how human nature works. i'm not interested in what you fantasize about, or the relative darkness of the art you create. i want to know--are you kind? do you show up for others? do you treat people with gentleness and respect? because that's what matters. not any of the other noise.
So I have read several people complaining that they can't be expected to know the "unwritten rules" of fandom. So here's what I wish people knew:
Fanfiction is fiction.
Fictional people are not real.
Fictional people do not have rights.
Fictional people cannot be abused.
Reading or writing about something does not mean the desire to do or support it in the real world.
If I find art upsetting/triggering/disgusting/outraging/unpleasant/squicky/distressing/offensive, it is on me not to read it, not the creators and hosts to remove it.
Curate your own experience. The back buttons exist for a reason.
If you don't trust yourself to do that, get someone you trust to do it for you.
Fandom is an adult space. Adults create and own and host fandom spaces. If minors want to participate, then the onus is on them and their parents/guardians/trusted adults to ensure they participate appropriately, not on strange adults to stop being adults.
You often don't know the assault status or mental health status or neurotype or race or nationality or religion or gender or sexuality or age of a creator or consumer, and they do not have to disclose to you to justify their fantasy.
AO3 is not a safe space. It is not intended to be a safe space. Proceed accordingly.
Just because you don't like something or find it offensive doesn't mean it is a "problem" that "has to be dealt with".
Most characters in anime are not white.
There is no onus on you to reblog or share anything.
Everyone makes mistakes in fandom and is less than their best self sometimes.
Persistent pseudonyms encourage long term relationships.
Ship wars are stupid.
Someone else enjoying things does not impact on your own enjoyment of other things.
Tagging and warning is a courtesy, not a requirement. Assume any fic might contain untagged content.
Rating is an imprecise art, not a science.
Don't hassle IP creators.
Most people who are in fandom are hoping to make connections based on a shared passion.
Trying to profit from transformative fanworks puts us all at risk.
No one is obligated to share your head canon or fanon.
Being kind rarely fails to pay off.
It is okay to block and remove people who make your experience unpleasant. You don't have to placate them. (Learn from my mistakes).
Britpicking is a good thing.
You don't have to justify why you like a canon/pairing/trope/kink. Sometimes navel gazing is fun, but you don't have an obligation to explain yourself, especially to strangers. I share the overwhelming desire to refute an unfair accusation, but the people accusing you are rarely doing so in good faith, so you're batting a losing wicket.
I'm not your Mum. (Well, okay, a very few of you can call me Mum or Mom, but if you are one of them you already know who you are ❤️)
If you aren't mature enough to take responsibility for your online experiences, you aren't mature enough to be in fandom spaces.
Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness
Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?
THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT
I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible
Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together
If you have questions or compliments I WILL respond, (It just may take a little bit of time). Send an ask, or leave a comment. I promise I would love nothing more than to respond to you about my stories!
This was a commission piece for @under-art-reblogs with Rook absolutely styling and looking GORGEOUS! Thank you so much again for supporting me and my work! 🥰🫶I always love getting to see this beautiful girl again!
Commission done for the lovely @under-art-reblogs of their character Rook! She's so pretty and was a lot of fun to draw!
Thank you for the commission, Lovely!
Big thank you to @under-art-reblogs for honoring me with this awesome character once again! Getting to revisit Rook and bring her to life was so much fun, and getting to the nitty gritty of her character was a long time coming, but so very enjoyable and loved!! Super excited for her debut in the fic, and I most definitely recommend ya'll to check it out upon release to learn more about her!!!
Thanks so much for supporting me and my work! An Absolute joy working on this ref and with you more so!! 🫶❤️
Once again, thank you SO MUCH for all your hard work in bringing her to life!! I still don't think I can properly express just how incredible all the effort you've put into making something featuring her again.
I am actively working on the fic and I am excited to get to share more sometime soon. (How well it may compare to your talented art? ...Guess we'll just have to wait and see).
This was a commission piece for @under-art-reblogs their Gaster Blaster Lamia OC! This was so much fun to work on and now I can say I am absolutely in love with this design! Thank you so much again for supporting me and my work! 🥰🫶❤️
