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Absolutely gorgeous
Happy Samhain from Harry and one of his hissy pals
itās that time of year again
Lan Zhan knows what he's about
Been in my wips for a while lol so what better time to post than pride month
Jason: You should get a wife
Clive: Well if I ever find a SPOUSEā¦
Jason: Remember when you were into Farrah?
Clive: ⦠What?
Jason: Havenāt you ever⦠taken a tumble in the sheets?
Clive: No.
Jason: Damn, those tattoos must help with the ladies.
Clive: ⦠no but the cute turtle people want to feed on the other hand
Belinda: liar. You shoo away all the ladies
Jason, a man notorious for feeding people and creatures alike: Wow, what a ladiesās man
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Clive, internally: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUU
The title is āTalk Astral Magic to Me.ā
Maybe itās pre magical disaster earth where itās still mostly under wraps but Jason somehow finds out. Clive is one of those people intent on figuring out how to level up without monster cores (he hates the icky feeling of monster core auras).
My other ideas were vaguely:
Following the plot of the books from a pining Clive perspective (but that would be LONG)
Outworlders are much more rare and Jason gets kidnapped by the Magic society for research soon after getting his essences. Clive, being their lead Astral Magic researcher, gets put onto studying him but has (obvious) ethical concerns and breaks him out.
I thought of a fantastic fic name. Now what about the plotā¦
Iāve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. Iāll start. Please add to the list. We canāt expect people to followĀ ārulesā they donāt know exist.Ā
written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons
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Despite the fact that this work is quite chaotic and simple in detail, I still like it
I've been watching this anime since I was about five years old, but I want to remind you that I'm 20 now
Firefighter AU. (Probably going to be 20,000-30,000 words) Nothing posted yet, trying bang out the rough draft before I actually post anything. But at least it's all plotted out! (Posting this is just me yelling at myself to hurry tf up)
Both are from chapter 1.
Reiner's flashback (Read: Origin Story):
āReiner!ā
Itās hot. So hot. The heat pushed at Reinerās skin, incessant and needy. His sweat made him feel like he was drowning. His whole body trembled and he peeked up from his knees. Thereās a hand in front of his face. Small, like his. Sturdy and unshaking, unlike his.
āReiner, you have to move!ā That voice. Marcel?
There it was again. Loud. Annoying. He wanted it to stop. Reiner curled into himself some more, shutting his eyes to the red and orange flames outside his closet door. The shadows looked like demons.
Reiner on falling in love with Eren:
It was fitting really, what with the reckless determination that was known to rule Erenās actions. If in real life Eren ran around like a force of nature, tearing down walls and running through flames, why shouldnāt that also be true for the way he invaded Reinerās heart?
Reiner knew now that his heart had belonged to Eren ever since those first days of working with him. All it took was watching him run haphazardly into a house that resembled a tower of flames more than a building and then actually return, arms wrapped protectively around a little boy, for him to fall.
It was a pure emotion. So raw that it cut through Reiner every time he so much as glanced at the man.
I miss when I was a preteen and poor grammar/ writing didnāt bother me at all in fanfiction.