HELLOOOO READERS of my fics on Ao3! I've been away for a while but it's great and lovely to say that I will be back in a few days! HOWEVER there are a few changes to be made! I'll get into those below the cut since they contain spoilers off the current chapters uploaded for "Objective: Love Me." (DDLC AU) And also a little note on "Have I ever done you wrong, my lord?" (HLVB AU) and "Bound by Resin; I'm tied to you forever." (Resinbound AU)
Right so due to boundaries and also my own comfort, I'm replacing ddlc!Pyro with ddlc!Martyn. They're supposed to fill Natsuki's role in the conflict which personally isn't much and I feel like Martyn works better for it anyway. I will probably go back and change previous chapters' Pyro with Martyn. Plus, that was the original idea anyway, I just felt more confident writing v!Pyro at the time. Next thing, unlike Sayori, ddlc!Avid won't be coming back in the story and will be properly erased after his death in the next chapter. The role he filled is already taken by another character later in the story which was also planned and foreshadowed before all of this stuff so it'll be fineee!
During this break I learned alot and had time to think about how to move on with the stories which led me to have big and great ideas for these two fics, including HLVB. That really it I'm not changing much of anything for HLVB XD BUT for Resinbound? I'm just going to make things worse it's all going to hell everything. All of it. I'm back and I'm wrecking EVERYTHING XD
Very very excited to bring you all HEAPS AND HEAVES OF ANGST!!! thanks for reading especially to those who have been waiting for the next chapters!
MASSIVE BIG ALERT WE HAVE RESINBOUND AU CRASHING IN?!?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82838291
Hey so remember "You didn't break my trust—you broke my heart."? WELL WELL WELL I got hyperfixated and uploaded 2 chapters which are in total, 6.5k words long and have heaps of trauma for our beloved bf!Scott Springwell.
Day 2 of FlowerSmith Week - Prompt: Gardens! Heavily featuring a personal and loved headcanon of mine. Also, um, this is very much post-canon, so be warned for discussions of ageing, grief, mortality, and death. This is also far more Scott than strictly FlowerSmith, but it is definitely present.
All good?
Enjoy!
Graecie had once told Scott that an elf does not grow old. They live their centuries of life at the moment of their prime, and die there too as their energy ebbs away and the earth calls them home. Scott, however, is not only an elf; halves elves do age in the mortal sense, just very, very slowly.
His first grey hairs were found in the months after Mae passed, despite his once closest friend living to an age to hold her own great-grandson. It has been another two or three centuries since then - even 4C and Shan have now passed, leaving only him and Graecie who remember the war. Graecie, eternally guarding the gate, and Scott, in the cottage surrounded by flowers on the hill.
Old bones are still strong enough to hop up and down the ladder, though he sees Graecie eyeing him sometimes, expecting him to fail. Blonde hair has long since greyed into what the local children call 'a proper wizard' look, if not for the lilies that still grow in his hair, and the beautiful staff his father had made for him serves as much as an aid of the body as of magic.
Still every morning he tends to his plants. Sometimes, when he has an apprentice, they will tend them beside him. That is not today, however; his most recent apprentice now tends to the gardens that serve the flower shop, named for Scott's own parents.
No, today he is alone as he waters in the greenhouse - the same eyeblossom flowers somehow still alive and watching him to this day. The rest has changed, but they remain.
Sometimes, he likes to pretend that Nom is watching him through them.
The rest of the time, he wonders why they are named for eyes at all.
From the greenhouse to the gardens, far more sprawling than they once were. Onfce just a few flower beds around his house, his flowers spread out towards the back of the castle - near where the chickens used to be kept - and a little way up the mountain. Weaving through the trees, decorating it all. Technically anyone is welcome, once the formal flower beds end.
Few people step here - him, and Graecie, and the few of his students who truly understood what the flowers mean.
Graecie has promised him that, when he dies, she will open even his flowerbeds as a garden, tended by professionals, and make his cottage a centre of education. Scott smiles, and reminds her that he won't mind - by that time, he'll be dead.
But for now he is alive, and the flowers curl to greet him as he makes a slow but steady pace through.
Until he reaches a patch of dandelions, surrounding a very specific tree.
And there he kneels among the flowers, setting his staff against the bark, and uses just a little magic to have the flowers crawl under his hands.
Graecie, too, is under instruction here - when Scott dies she is to cut the flowers that grow from his hair, and plant them among the dandelions. Or give them to one of his former students to plant here under her oversight. But only she will be trusted to cut his soul-blooms free.
"Hello Nom," he tells the tree. "How has it been?"
The tree, of course, does not reply.
Coastal erosion has long since stolen the place of Nom's death from them. Before it did, however, Scott managed to save a few cuttings. Most had rotted within days, but one had remained strong - the one that now stands here, overlooking the dandelions.
All around are patches of flowers to the others who fought in the war, and others Scott has loved besides. Nom's is the oldest, however.
After all, Nom was the first to die.
Scott gently strokes the leaves of the flowers winding though his fingers, melancholy in his soul. It is quiet here. Peaceful. Nothing like Nominal was in life. Nothing like the loud and tormented man Scott loves, but comforting like him all the same.
For it may have been centuries since the Creaking King was last seen, but Scott loves him still.
In the years since Scott has grown so many gardens, and cultivated so many flowers. He has mastered his magic - and other schools beside. He has taught magic and history and brewing and horticulture to generations of students, some at schools, and some as personal apprentices. He had so many friends, and seen so many people come and go. Learnt how to grieve, and how to honour them through life. He has instructed people who have changed the course of history, and he himself was part of the people who brought the eternal war to an end. He has seen so many friends die, and grieved them, and forced himself - or been forced - out to make more. He has fought every imaginable corruption and seen so much of their strange and beautiful world.
And yes, he has loved again - Nom will always be special, will always be his first love, will always be in his garden and held closest his heart, but he has known so many wonderful, glorious people, and some of them he has loved all the same.
Scott... Scott has lived a good life, all things told. In another decade, or maybe two, he will die content, and old, with Graecie holding his hand, and surrounded by the evidence of a life well lived.
Hey Yall! Been a while, but here's a fic I wrote a bit ago ^-^
Hi hi everyone! So, uh, funny story: this fic was written like, halfway through Bannerfall SMP, and I never got around to posting it. Since the finale left me a changed and somewhat devastated person, I decided now was the perfect time to share it with you guys so we can all cry in a hole together!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Routine was a staple of a knight’s life. No matter what corner of the world you went, to what Kingdom you swore your fealty, the pattern of everyday would soon fall into line beside you.
A long time ago, Owain decided that there were two kinds of Knight. One that stood proudly upon a pedestal of their own making., that felt a thrill of excitement, of pride, every time someone uttered their name, no matter what kind of tone it was uttered in.
Owain was the other kind of Knight. The kind that deserved to be masked.
Four years, with this armour, one thousand, four hundred and sixty days, and the thought of another soul seeing him, seeing his face, his eyes, made him sick to his core.
OR: Owain takes off his armour and thinks about...everything.
This one was so much fun to write, and even though I didn't post it at first because I was worried it wasn't long enough to be good, I'm very happy with it now! Remember kids, it's about quality, not quantity ^-^
Because I started crying over the doomed siblings, and didn't stop until this was finished
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
The Last time Katie had been this close to the Blue Kingdom's wall was when she and Nom were on opposite sides of a battle they both pretended to be fighting. The time before that, she had been leaving everything she knew behind her.
Leaving her brother behind her.
They would always be two birds, but one was never going to let go of the wire he knew, and the other would never give up her wings.
OR: I watched the clip of Nom and Katie signing 'Two Birds' on stream like ten times in a row and then wrote this about it.
yall what Bannerfall SMP fic should I write first?
rest assure I am going to be finishing all of them at some point, because it's only been a day and these characters have already won my heart ^-^
What bfsmp fic should I write first?
Apo & Cherri fic (the Yuri One)
Scott Backstory fic
Kitty/Luanne & Owen Fic
Voting ended onJan 29
Summaries of the options under the cut, because I don't want to take up too much space on people's dashes :)
Apo & Cherri Fic: so much yuri. so much. we're drowning in Yuri over here and I am willingly swimming further down. This fic would be a vignette/snapshot style, capturing moments during the three days it took Apo & Cherri to make it from Soluna to the Red and Blue Kingdoms. This thing is entirely made up of fluff. There will be flowers, augments, and hand-holding.
Scott Backstory Fic: This one I don't have as much of a plan for, but I was really inspired by the little snippets of bf! Scott's lore we got in the first stream, and I really like the character as a whole. This fic would be detailing a bit of Scott's life in his parents flower shop, up to his summons and arrival in the Blue Kingdom. This thing will likely have a bit of angst and character study to it !
Kitty/Luanne & Owen fic: aiuhsfajskjf I love these two so much. I'm an hour into Owen's first stream, and not only is Owen's character probably my favourite as of now, but Luanne's character is likely going to be a close second. This fic can be summarised as follows: 5 times Kitty rage baited Owen, and one time they ended up helping each other. A mix of fluff and general shenanigans, with some heartfelt hurt/comfort at the end ! I'm very excited about this one ^-^ Luanne herself said that one of her only goals for this smp is to annoy Owen so much he breaks character, which sounds like its going to be amazing to watch play out lmao. (Also, I am in need of ideas for things Kitty could do to ragebait Owen - any suggestions?)
