Anyway! I Got Around To Making Myself A Fanfic Sideblog! This Is Going To Be Where All My Fics Are From

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE, Persona 5 Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amamiya Ren & Aoi Itsuki, Kurusu Akira & Aoi Itsuki, Persona 5 Protagonist & Aoi Itsuki, Niijima Makoto & Aoi Itsuki, Oribe Ayaha & Aoi Itsuki, Akagi Touma/Aoi Itsuki, Aoi Itsuki & Oribe Tsubasa Characters: Aoi Itsuki, Amamiya Ren (Persona Series), Kurusu Akira, Persona 5 Protagonist, Niijima Makoto, Akagi Touma, Oribe Tsubasa, Oribe Ayaha Additional Tags: YouTuber Itsuki- Summary:

What if Itsuki had a YouTube account where he talked about food?

TWO IN A DAY. HELL YEAH. 

Video Game Asks!

Adding my own pool of asks about video games because I always like to talk games and asks are fun. Send numbers, reblog for yourself etc.

Last game you finished

Game(s) you’re currently playing

1-3 games you’ve played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed

Do you like to get 100% achievements/trophies?

Game(s) coming out that you’re looking forward to

A series you’ve enjoyed since your early days of gaming and still enjoy to this day whether it still has games coming out or is one you return to

A series you’ve lost interest in

A series you haven’t played but are interested in trying

A game you played completely blind with no prior knowledge of and enjoyed/loved

A console and/or handheld you’ve never played but would like to try

Do you prefer ‘blank slate’ main characters you make yourself or otherwise project onto, or characters with a set personality and backstory?

A character you particularly like in the game you’re currently playing

Quick, name the first song from a game that comes to mind

A song that’s sure to hit your nostalgia buttons

Do you have a backlog and do you keep track of it? If so, how?

A game you’d like to replay that you haven’t

A game you didn’t finish but would like to get back to or restart someday

A game location you really like

A game you started up for the first time and you knew from the start it was going to be great

A boss you think is really cool

A boss that was disappointing

A game ending that’s really stuck with you

A “Wow” moment of awe

A game with a cool art style

A game’s art style that had to grow on you

Realism or stylized?

A game you love the atmosphere of

Pick a series you like. What was the first game you played for it? Was it a good starting point? Would it still be a good starting point now?

On average do you have one game or multiple games going?

Game you think you’ll finish next?

Someone has never played a video game before but is open to trying any genre. What game would you recommend as their first?

Spotify writing prompt: how about song 73?

73. Transition 4 (35:MM A Musical Exhibition

And if a world lies beyond/Does something try to respond?/Is film an unearthly bond?

Futaba pulls away from Ren and the others, eyes trained on the white hat across the room. Normally something like this, an afterparty for the film festival filled with strangers, would terrify her, but in this case, it’s almost like something is pulling her to the girl in the white hat.

Hikari Honda.

Futaba had never met her, never heard of her until they’d randomly decided to go to this showcase. But watching her film, “New Cinema Labyrinth,” and then seeing her come on stage something in Futaba got excited.

And not in the way that Hikari’s cute. Like, obviously she’s cute but that’s not the feeling in Futaba’s gut. Hikari felt familiar, and Futaba’s gonna get to the bottom of that feeling.

“Hey!” Futaba says, reaching out to grab Hikari’s arm. Hikari stops and turns to Futaba in shock, and Futaba’s throat clams up. Gah, running up to a random stranger like that, she’s acting like Inari. “H-hi! I’m Sutaba Fakura,” Futaba stammers. “I-I mean, Futaba Sakura! I uh- really liked your movie!”

“Oh! Thank you,” Hikari says. “I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“I don’t think so! I’m not really a huge movie buff, but my friends wanted to come.”

“Oh.” Hikari frowns. “I could’ve sworn I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

“Me too!” Futaba says. Suddenly, someone bumps into her and Futaba yelps.

“Um, would you like to go somewhere more private?” Hikari asks. “I’m not really great with crowds.”

“Me neither,” Futaba says. “Um, why don’t we go over back where my friends were? We sorta staked out a secluded corner by the refreshments table.”

“I’d like that,” Hikari says. She offers her hand out to Futaba. “Would you lead the way?”

Futaba grabs Hikari’s hand effortlessly. “I’d love to.”

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Day 23: Broken Pedestal

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.”

Whumptober Day 14: Used As Bait (Alt. Prompt)

Carrot and Stick

Akito gets kicked across the floor of the cabin so hard he feels his ribs crack. Despite the pain, he bears his teeth at the humans that captured him.

“What do you even want ?!” Akito screeches at the humans.

“Well, I’ll take one of two things,” one man holding a how says. “Either you lose your human skin and let us have some of those dragon scales…”

“Stupid idiot!” Akito snaps. ”We don’t shed our skin! Can’t tell the difference between dragons and Selkies?”

Besides, Akito’s too young to grow into full dragon form yet. He can cough out a few sparks and catch prey with the best of them, but being big enough to bite these guys' heads off isa couple of years away. Even his tail isn’t that long.

“Pity,” the man says. “Then kiddo, you should start crying loud enough for your mother to hear.”

“My mother?” Akito frowns. “Dummy, she’s nowhere near here, I’m an independent hatchling. Besides, if you think you can handle my mom, you should just set yourselves on fire now.”

The man stomps on Akito’s leg and there’s a horrible crack . “Kid, we know there was a large, brown dragon flying around here as recently as yesterday, and you were following her around, so start crying. ”

Oh. Ena. They think Ena’s a fully-grown dragon. Humans are really dumb. Why go picking on dragons if you don’t know anything about them.

But the bigger problem is that Ena’s not going to come rescue him. She’s just waiting until he can transform so she can leave him to fend for himself and fend for herself, the proper dragon way. 

Their parents were off and not set to come back for a few centuries to see if they survived to proper adulthood, Ena wouldn’t go out of her way to help him.

But Akito can’t let these guys know that. Because then they’ll just kill him.

So he hisses at them and curls in on himself, his tail barely fully wrapping around him.

The men all laugh. 

“Alright, kid,” the first man says. “Maybe another beast can convince you since what I’m trying to say is too advanced for you.”

Akito spits at him as he turns to leave, and several large dogs enter the cabin. They all bear their teeth at him and stare at him black beady eyes.

Akito bears his fangs back and spits a few sparks their direction, but it only stops them for a second. 

The dogs have razor-sharp teeth, but their ribs are poking out through their skin. They’re starving.

“Go away!” Akito shouts as they back him into a corner. Ok, this is fine. Just a big flame! Something strong enough to keep them away. “Go away!” Akito repeats, trying again to spout an actual flame to no avail.

Akito sucks in a big breath and breathes as hard as possible, and flames erupt over the dogs.

For a second, Akito thinks he actually did it, but then he realizes the flames are coming from the wrong angle, and Ena’s perched at the top of a large hole in the cabin.

“Ena!” Akito yells. “Look out, they want your scales!” There’s the sound of footsteps and men yelling, but Ena ignores them and swoops down to slash at the ropes tying Akito. Akito climbs onto her back just as the men reach the cabin, and Ena releases a breath of colorful flames in their faces.

There are screams, but Ena ignores them and flies away.

“Did they find the cave?” Ena asks. 

“No, they got me while I was hunting,” Akito says. 

“Seriously? No hunting alone!” 

“You’re always sleeping! I gotta practice before I transform!”

“You don’t need that much practice!” Ena flies to the mountain and then transforms back a ways from the cave. “Do you want me to carry you still?”

“I can walk!” Akito says. “I’m stronger than you as a human anyway.”

Ena rolls her eyes but makes special care to keep in step with Akito instead of going ahead like she usually would.

When they get back to the cave, Ena makes sure she’s ok, then immediately leaves.

Akito can hear the screams from the burning village from the cave.

lyrical clarity (knocking some sense into you)

Apollo doesn’t pay attention to who’s part of his favorite bands–he just appreciates the music as-is. Of course, this means that he’s entirely caught off-guard when it turns out that the lead singer of his favorite group is none other than Klavier Gavin.

Naturally, he goes to confront Klavier, only to find that there’s still more truths to uncover–and a lot that they’ve still got to talk about.

I promised this would be posted on Valentine’s Day, and as there’s still half an hour before midnight in my time zone, I’ve fulfilled my promise! Hopefully it’s worth the wait–I’ve had this one in progress for several months, and just couldn’t figure out how to end it. But I’m generally happy with how it’s turned out, and that’s all that matters, I think.

Could you reblog this if you enjoy seeing your writer friends ramble about their wips on your dash?

I know y’all mostly know me for my ProSeka fic, but that is FAR from the only fandom I’m in.

Extremely far. So if you guys wanna talk to me about other stuff too, that’s really cool and fun!

Fic prompts

“Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Are you blushing?”

“I missed you so much.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“Come here. Sit down and tell me what’s going on.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous ?”

“Hey, I’m with you okay?”

“C’mere. You can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

“No no, it’s okay. Come here.”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You are ridiculously comfortable.”

“We should get a puppy.”

“Let’s take a nap.”

“Just let me hold you for a minute.”

“Baby, you’re shaking.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“How did this happen?”

“Come here, I’ll carry you.”

“Can you read to me?”

“You bought me flowers?”

“No, don’t stop. I like the sound of your voice.”

“I’ll kiss your whole face, don’t even try me.”

“I can’t reach it.”

“Stay, please.”

“Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“You did what?”

“I didn’t know you could sing?”

“Can I sit on your lap?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Hey hey, it’s just me.”

“How drunk was I?”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Hey, just look at me, breath.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Please, look at me.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“You promised…”

“Please don’t let me fall.”