how many times have I conceded?
“When you were a kid, did you look up to your dad?” An asks, suddenly.
It’s their first day back at school after the confrontation with Taiga, and Akito’s busy during lunch, so it’s just the two of them, alone in a crowded cafeteria.
“A few months ago, I would have said no,” Toya admits, between bites of lunch. “But if I’m being honest? There was a time when I was young I would have called him the best musician in the world. I looked forward to going to his shows, seeing him play in crowded concert halls for thousands of people, bring them to tears, it made me proud.”
“When did it stop?”
Toya closes his eyes. “I think, I was at a concert of his with Mother, and he performed, and Mother was driven to tears, and I felt nothing. He’d always called classical the greatest gift to mankind, the best way of expressing emotions, and here I was not feeling anything. All I could think of after that was how stiff and rigid I was. My father called me perfect as always, and I wasn’t, and that was the moment I let myself think ‘father is wrong’ for the first time.
“I’d thought I didn’t want to practice, or wished I could be more like the Tenmas, but I never thought he was wrong until that moment. From there it just…”
“All fell away?” An says. “Like now all of a sudden you’re only seeing the dark parts of everything he did?”
Toya nods. “Exactly.”
“Yeah,” An says. “I’ve been thinking about it, trying to come to terms with the fact that Dad never told me about Aunt Nagi, that he didn’t let me know she was sick, that he let me think she was coming back.”
Toya doesn’t offer her any hollow sympathies, he simply motions for An to keep going.
“He was wrong,” An says. “They all were, I mean. Why would you want to spend the last moments of your life lying to your niece? Why would you want to hear your daughter talk about everything she’s going to tell someone she’s never going to see again? Why would you take your sister’s dying wish to support the next generation and just shatter it?”
“Yes,” Toya says. “They were wrong.”
With those three words, An feels a weight she didn’t know she was carrying come off her chest. “You know, when I was little I thought Dad didn’t love me because he was so busy performing. And after I ran away, everyone talked about how much he cared about me, and how happy he was to hear me sing. They made a point of it. And they all did it while knowing he was keeping me in the dark. So how could he love me when he can’t even be honest with me?”
“I wish I had the answer to that.” Toya says. “How can they love us when they don’t listen, how an they love us when they don’t consider our feelings?”
“He does, though,” An asks. “Right?”
“He does,” Toya admits, “but it never makes it better.”
“Yep,” An pops some chicken into her mouth. “It never makes it better.”
These are more focused on the background stuff rather than the usual "what would the character do in XY situation" kinds of asks. I've been looking for something like this for quite a while and in the end decided to make my own. Feel free to use, go wild, enjoy
What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?
How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)
What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?
And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?
How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?
What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?
What is an aspect of their appearance that you like the most?
What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?
How big is their role in the story? Do they make a frequent appearance or are they a character with little "screentime" but big influence? Or are they just a favourite background guy?
What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?
Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?
Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?
Do you have a voice claim for the character? What do you imagine the character sounds like?
Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?
Have you ever made a moodboard for them?
Is there any memes or running jokes associated with the character, both in- and out of universe?
Are there any motifs or symbols associated with the character? How are they represented, in their design, personality or in some other way?
Does the character have other characters connected to them? Do you have a family tree and "offscreen" connections made up for them or do they exist in a vacuum purely for the purpose of the story?
What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?
Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about
1, 19, 40 for the writing ask!
1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?
Oh boy… If we’re talking ProSeka, then Vivid Snow, Dulling Leaves. It was my first fic in the ProSeka fandom and I was just getting on my feet after being in a small fandom where I wrote a lot of short ideas because people were hungry for content. It’s just… not the best imo and the way I wrote Harumichi was my knee-jerk reaction after reading Nocturne Interlude.
If we’re talking other fandoms, then definitely Chariot Arcana, Rank Up! It was such a good idea, but I wrote it three entire years ago and my writing skill wasn’t good enough to do justice to the idea.
19. Share a no-context snippet from a WIP
(Okay this is cheating a little because I can’t find a non-spoilery snippet from my current WIP so this is a short thing I wrote for inspiration)
That day is so… vivid in An’s memory.
She can remember it like it was yesterday.
It’s burning hot out. It’s the end of June, and she’s ready to get home.
She’s holding her dad’s hand as they’re walking back from the store, holding some ingredients for dinner and a fruit smoothie that An had bought to cool off.
And then Arata and Souma are running down the street together, and An’s about to run to join them and say hi. Maybe offer them a sip of her smoothie.
But before she can take off, everything changes.
And suddenly, everything’s a blur.
The crunch of metal and the sound of Souma hitting the pavement are still so loud in her head.
And she’s running.
Her dad’s barely a step ahead of her, and he pushes through the crowd to kneel next to Souma.
Souma, who’s covered in blood. She can’t tell if he’s breathing.
She tries to push through the crowd, tries to get closer, but suddenly someone’s pulling her away.
She can’t get any closer, no matter how hard she tries, and then she sees an ambulance approaching and her dad is dragging Arata away and she finally manages to break free from whoever’s holding her back and running over to her dad and Arata.
Arata’s screaming, barely coherent, but his struggles are in vain. He can’t keep going much longer.
And after a few more seconds, he’s completely silent.
It’s so quiet. So… dark.
But the screams keep echoing in her head, and then she can feel something.
Someone’s hand is grabbing her.
She tries to pull away, but their grip is too strong.
And then she turns around, and it’s…
It’s Souma?
He’s covered in blood, lying on the ground, and he’s gripping onto An’s arm.
His eyes are so wide, but they’re lifeless.
He’s… he’s…
Then An turns around, and suddenly she sees the same scene with her dad and Arata.
She turns away from them, and it’s Aunt Nagi and Uncle Taiga.
Away from them, and it’s EVER.
Away from them, and Kotaro and Ms. Kawasaki.
Away from them, and it’s Akito and Toya.
And then she finally shuts her eyes, but even that doesn’t stop it.
Because she hears it.
“An-chan… It hurts…” Kohane pleads, and she cracks an eye open slightly…
And she wakes up with a jolt.
She can’t breathe.
She reaches for her phone, and the next thing she knows, she’s dialing a number.
There’s a groan, and…
“This better be fucking important…”
An sighs with relief.
“…Up for some Wii Tennis?” She asks, and there’s the sound of someone scrambling from the other side.
“An-chan? You okay?”
“I had a really bad nightmare. I guess I just went scrambling for my phone on instinct and called whoever came up.”
Arata sighs.
“I’ll be right over.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. I was just joking about the Wii Tennis.” An responds.
“Yeah, yeah…”
40. Write a 9-word fic.
(This was the hardest one to do by FAR)
Toya’s breath catches. There’s… so much blood. It’s terrifying.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akagi Touma/Aoi Itsuki, Kurono Kiria/Tsurugi Yashiro, Oribe Tsubasa/Yumizuru Eleonora, Akagi Touma & Tsurugi Yashiro, Akagi Touma & Yumizuru Eleonora, Tsurugi Yashiro & Yumizuru Eleonora, Aoi Itsuki & Oribe Tsubasa, Kurono Kiria & Oribe Tsubasa, Aoi Itsuki & Kurono Kiria Characters: Akagi Touma, Oribe Tsubasa, Yumizuru Eleonora, Tsurugi Yashiro, Kurono Kiria, Minamoto Mamori, Aoi Itsuki Additional Tags: I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:
Three actors. A lord and two singers. An Awakened Hero and a Lord. A Hollywood Darling and a Sacred Idol. A New Kiria and The Best of the Best.
it's me and the four people on ao3 who understand my favorite character in the exact same way against the world
Anyway! I got around to making myself a fanfic sideblog! This is going to be where all my fics are from now on, so I don’t spam my askblogs with them! I will also be reblogging fic here!
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
You've Got Questions and I've Got Answers OC Edition
Do they have any crafting hobbies?
Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer?
Do they enjoy cooking?
Do they enjoy baking?
Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?
If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?
Do they have any unusual fears?
Do they collect anything? If so what and why?
When they're sick what do they do to feel better?
Do they have any regrets?
Do they have any addictions?
Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?
Do they enjoy poetry?
Do they have a hard time opening up to people?
What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?
Do they have or want kids?
How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?
How easy is it to become their enemy?
How easy is it to become their friend?
Do they have a strong connection to their culture?
What is more important to them, friends or family?
Would they ever betray someone for money?
How would they want to die?
Do they have any enemies?
Do they have a daily/nightly routine?
Have they met any of their heroes? Did they regret it?
Has a chance encounter ever had an unexpected effect on them?
Are they a #gamer?
If they were real would you be friends with them?
If they had the chance to be famous would they take it? If they are famous would they rather they weren't?
What superpower would you choose for them and what would they choose for themselves? If they have one would they choose something else?
If they could change one thing about themselves what would it be?
Do they play ttrpgs? If so what kind of characters do they play? Or are they more likely to GM?
How well do they deal with grief?
Do they believe in fate or do they believe they are in charge of their own destiny?
Would they ever kill someone? Have they already?
Are they religious? If so do they have a strong sense of faith, are they uncertain, or are they somewhere in between?
What are their dreams like? Do they have any recurring dreams/nightmares?
Would they ever crash a wedding?
If they found a sword in a stone would they try to pull it out? How would they react to being able to pull it out or not?
Do they learn from their mistakes?
Can they speak multiple languages? If yes which all do they speak and why?
Can they handle stressful situations?
Who, if anyone, would they trust with their deepest secrets?
Do they plan in advance or just wing it?
Would they lie to get out of trouble?
Would they lie to get someone else out of trouble? Even if they would have to take that someone else's place?
How likely are they to go on a quest for revenge?
Do they have trouble keeping their enemies and their friends straight?
What is your favorite thing about them?
I love these so I figured I'd make one of my own! Just be sure that if you reblog this ask one or two of these to the person you reblogged from (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
hii skye!! ^_^ are you planning on writing pjsk again? akty fans (ME.) all around the world miss you 💔
AAAAA I just saw this I’m sorry! Yes, I am! Just not right at the moment! A new fixation has me by the THROAT atm and I’m SO behind on the PJSK stories on EN (Haven’t read anything since Canary in a Quagmire) so I feel bad writing anything from a story I haven’t read. When I get the energy to catch up, I’ll hopefully get inspired! Thank you for loving my work!
Whumptober Day 7: I’ve got you
Prompt “Support”
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Makoto turns over and stares at the cream colored wall, and tries not to think about the police radio tucked into Sae’s bag on the other side of her bed.
They’d been using it to stay one step ahead of the police ever since the arrest went out, but according to Sae they’re safe enough that Makoto doesn’t have to be constantly listening to it. Of course, the real reason Sae has confiscated it is because Makoto’s been listening to it obsessively for any news of her friends.
“I can hear you thinking.” Sae says.
Makoto sighs and sits up. “I’m just-”
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