Side blog of LordTraco for posting my fanfics Currently obsessing over: Lego Monkie Kid, TMNT (2018), pokemon (Ingo&Emmet specifically), Vincent: the Secret of Myers and Demon Slayer Spoilers will be tagged as applicable Feel free to send me an idea and I'll write you a drabble!
Internally: "No, but I did post a fic to AO3 so I need to obsessively check it for kudos and comments at every possible moment all day or else I'll explode."
Hello my angels! Happy International Fanworks Day!! I just found out this is happening, so I made a quick fanfic ask game in honor lol. Reblog if you’re a fic writer and down to be asked these questions! (Especially moots, please entertain me, I’m nosy.)
😂 What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?
🙅♀️ What is one trope you refuse to ever write?
😜 Describe a current WIP without using character names. (Points if your followers guess who the fic is for.)
🎶 What music do you listen to when you write?
👀 Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually?
⏰ What time of day do you prefer to write?
👻 Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?
🗑 What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?
🤡 What’s the dumbest thing you’ve written?
😭 Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?
💰 What’s one trope you wouldn’t write, except for money?
🔪 Fuck marry kill 3 tropes (asker’s choice of tropes).
🏅 What is the fic you’re most proud of?
☕️ Do you drink anything when you write? Coffee, tea, alcohol, etc?
📚 What grammar mistakes do you always make?
📌 If all your fics/WIPs fell off a ship and were drowning (go with it), and you could only save one, which would it be?
✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer?
⏱ What’s the fic you spent the most time on? (Was it worth it lol)
☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?
💡 What’s the weirdest thing you’ve been inspired by?
💋 Fuck marry kill 3 of your own fics (asker’s choice of fics).
❤️ Who is your favorite character to write for and why?
🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?
🖊 What is the most recent line you’ve written?
❓Write an alternate summary for a published fic without using names. (Points if your followers can guess the fic.)
💕 What is the WIP that you are most excited about?
*kicks off the dust* Month of Emmet, you say? And for the next 20 minutes the prompt is "Dreams"? Alllllright~
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Emmet groaned softly when a noise awoke him. While he was well equipped to sleep through the usual noises of his twin definitely-not-snoring, as well as their daily alarm, it was unusual noises that caught him off guard. If it wasn't on the schedule, he needed to know about such unplanned stops.
It was a tiny sound, crackly yet gutteral. It shot straight to his heart when the second cry rang out. His baby was in pain.
In a flash, he was in the room kept purely for their pokemon. He gripped the doorway hard as his blood finally got the memo on the sudden change in route. He thankfully couldn't see any signs of a scuffle or injury from his vantage point, but he knew his pokemon typically curled up in a web behind Garbodor.
The trek was perilous through many beautiful pokemon sleeping so deeply. Especially with the joltik, who cuddled in piles seemingly at random along the floor. Thankfully those piles sparkled with electricity enough to notify Emmet where not to step.
He did accidentally nudge his durant durring one misstep, but they just gave him an unamused glance and went back to bed.
When he finally got to the back of the room, he noticed Haxorus was up and looking anxious. Emmet followed the dragon's gaze upwards to his Galvantula, who was making soft whining sounds and twitching in her sleep. Returning to look at the dragon again, he softly mumbled "up?"
Climbing atop a haxorus is against most safety protocols, but Emmet's choices were limited. As nice as Ingo's well-tempered Garbodor was, that was not the kind of tactile experience to be having at the krookodile-of-dawn. The mental pun caught him off guard on his climb, but failed to stop him.
"Puns. Ingo is a verrrry bad influence." He mumbled while running his hands down his face. He felt the slight jostle of Haxorus laughing and it made the situation better.
Finally up on the shoulders of a very sharp but most importantly very careful dragon, Emmet could reach high enough to slowly take his trembling pokemon's leg into his hand. He offered quiet humming and some soothing taps to her exoskeleton, hoping to help chase away whatever dream was plaguing her.
It seemed to work for a while, but soon he felt himself being lowered down. He hadn't even noticed he'd dozed off until he awoke smushed between a tranquil Galvantula and a snoring Haxorus. The cuddle pile was surprisingly comfortable.
As he nodded off again, Emmet dreamed of being a joltik in a happy little pile of friends. Comfy, safe, soft, peaceful.
The next morning, Ingo found his brother dead tired with the worst static-charged bedhead he'd ever seen. Still, Ingo was happy to see that Emmet smiled brighter than ever the whole day.
How about a trainer with a gothitelle? Both 'mon can use Light Screen and Reflect (fitting in the mirror theme) and just the pure contrast of a smol howering gourd and a tall goth is quite funny to me :) (baltoy is also throwable. Do with that what you will).
....The trainer has a lolita vibe, leggings and combat boots :>
Oh this is giving me such fun ideas! (Please enjoy a commentator description of what kind of cool performance came to my mind)
"Oh what's this? This performance is going above and beyond in more ways than one! Starting off with a baltoy high in the air, each using reflect and light screen, classic! Oh but what's this? In the middle of smashing through some of those on its way down, Baltoy used Ally Switch! Now Gothitelle is high in the air amidst sparkling shards and- Oh! Cosmic Power from above and Earth Power below! Baltoy just crafted a gentle slope for its ally to descend safely, carrying the clouds of the cosmos down. Oh this is gorgeous! Oh this might be my fav- there's a light screen between the two now and they're reaching for one another, movements mirrored exactly, but unable to touch through that layer! Oh just take my heart, I KNOW that trainer is making it to the next round!"
Then I have a fun challenge for you! The Mirror Contest has just opened in Unova, hosted by Emmet! That's right, he's back from masquerading in Sinnoh as Edwin and ready to bring an exciting time for everyone!
Give me ideas of the incredible performances you and your pokemon would give that fit the theme of "mirror". Or give me ideas of what two pokemon you'd bring to face off against the mysterious host (that is Emmet, right?)
(send asks and I might use your ideas in Call Ended's sequel! Please help inspire me to write and have an awesome weekend!!)
For fic questions: 9 for "Vows" and 13 for the "Nimbasa Resonance" series!
*rises from the dead* I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!
9: Were there alternate versions of my fic Vows? Sorta! The idea of Elesa and Emmet marrying for non-romantic reasons buzzed around in my head a lot! I had silly ideas, sad ideas, ideas for it in the Nimbasa Resonance setting, etc. But none ever really took root like the three snippets I wrote down.
13: What songs-DID I TELL YOU NIMBASA RESONANCE HAS A THEME SONG? Because if I had the time and skill or money, there would be an animated opening for Akari and Ingo running up mountains while he shifts into a knife to help her climb. (The piece of the story I still gotta get to writing)
Egypt Central - No Place Like Home
As for the parts that I actually wrote, I have a bunch of songs that partly inspired me here or there. Though there's one song that I will forever associate with the AU (*cough* thanks to the songfic I wrote to it*cough*)
Friday Pilots Club - Change for You
Anyways thank you for letting me babble about my fics! I miss writing them, but I feel like I've probably lost everyone's interest by now lol.
6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?
7: Where did the title come from?
8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?
9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?
11: What do you like best about this fic?
12: What do you like least about this fic?
13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?
14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
(possibly ooc, I'm only going off of the first 20 episodes and a bunch of fan comics.)
"'Just go find an old woman named Angela' he says. Does he even know how popular that name was?" Martin grumbled as he crossed off another Angela from the list he'd made.
If he were one prone to angry outbursts, he was fairly certain this 8pt font list printed onto more pages than he wanted to count would've been thrown at Jon's head by now. Or vaguely in his direction. He wasn't about to assume an uncharacteristically angry outburst would also bless him with decent hand-eye coordination. They might work with the supernatural, but that's just too far-fetched.
As far-fetched as finding an old lady with only a first name! It could've been an assumed name! Or a nickname! This was a thankless wild goose chase he'd been sent on!
Still, with every number he dialed, Martin felt that soft excitement build from his chest. Maybe, maybe this was the one. Maybe if he did this, found the right lady, brought Jon some new clue…
Martin knew his crush was stupid, unrequited, and rubbish. But he clung to it anyways. He had hope that maybe, just maybe, if he did a good job on an impossible task, Jon would smile at him. Maybe he'd say his name more kindly. Maybe…
Martin knew he was deluding himself with false hopes. Yet what did it hurt? The hope extinguished his anger before it could take foothold and build. It was good for keeping his job, if nothing else.
For the most part it was less of a crush and more of a longing for… acceptance? Feeling special? Jon didn't seem to like people in general, so how great would it feel to be someone he did like? To be smiled at and hear that wonderful voice saying his name in a loving, sensual way…
Martin felt his face heat up. Ok it was a crush, no denying it.
He took a deep breath, let it out, and felt the heat dissipate. Back to Angela hunting.
…
How did this happen?
Martin caught a cold and had to call out of work a few days. That was normal enough.
The dozen old ladies in his kitchen fighting over which home remedy he needed to try next was decidedly not normal. Worst of all, they all. Had. The same. Name. It made telling them no almost impossible, something he was pretty sure they knew and were exploiting.
He'd been given everything from honey to horseradish. His fridge was now full of soup.
The oldest Angela of the group was nice enough to sit beside him, just quietly knitting. This kept the more energetic ones from barging in to check if he needed more water or crackers every five minutes. It was strange to have an elderly woman quietly guarding him like this. Stranger still was his home being so full of warmth and care for him of all people.
His head was still a bit loopy, so he didn't try to catch the conversations happening. It was a lovely background noise, though. It felt so nice to just fade out into a pleasant nap, feeling so very safe and warm.
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Martin looked out into the fog. The chill had long since set in. He had just about remembered something. Something… warm.
Warm, like flowing blood? No, nothing so tactile or scary. Yet the fog saturating his very thoughts made it hard, so hard, to grasp it. What was warmth? It was a feeling, right?
"Angela." Martin found his mouth forming the name. It called to mind no single face, no single voice, but that wasn't terrible. Unlike the other names where coming up empty only caused him pain, this made his lips curl up. It was a joke, one his heart remembered even if his mind didn't.
The name wasn't an anchor. But it wasn't despair either.
Martin couldn't remember warmth. But he could remember Angela.
In Hisui, does Coin look to Ingo with envy or resentment? Was he accepted where she was not? Did she see a side of the clan that was different than the one he was eventually welcomed into?
How much did their tracks converge? Did she see her clan leave an outsider almost to die and grow to despise their halfhearted morals? Did she see a struggling family stretch thinner to help an outsider and blame their selflessness? Did she find him? Did she leave him for dead? Did she help him?
Was she punished for treatment, good or bad, of this outsider? Did she experience loss and blame it on him?
Coin. Does she see that this man is part of a whole? A tails side with no heads? A man so unlucky in circumstances, would he have been offered a place among them had the Pearl Clan not taken him in?
Ingo... Does he know Coin? If he's been there long, did he see the youngest Miss Fortune sister grow up? Was she-
Was she supposed to be the one to become Sneasler's warden? Was she related to the last one? She uses a Toxicroak. Poison/Fighting, a mirror to Sneasler's Fighting/Poison. Is there a connection?
I just wonder. I wonder if there's more to be told of the two.
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