#.... i think i developed it a bit now as writing tho to like fill the gaps idk if that was as much info as a i had or less

[thecherrygod]

i dont miss being a teen but man im never gonna come up with ideas like "zombie apocalypse but since im obsessed with the phoenix they are gonna be able to crumble into ashes in some sort of way, either when you stun them or think youve killed them or something, and maybe they just slowly turn into ashes as they move, which when a decent amount is gathered a zombie can come out of them again, and if you breathe in or consume the ashes thats how you get turned into a zombie" like i wouldnt come up with something like that now thats something only 13 year old me could have thought of

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - City Girls Part 7/8

Yeah this is a mess I can't fix 😅. Had fun writing this chapter tho since it ft Kyle Walker whom I am very fond of 🤣

Reader plays for the Man City girls academy. She struggles a bit but gets Ruben to mentor her. The the two don't hit off despite having many things in common. It all gets worse when Reader eventually catches feelings for Ruben.

Enjoy!

Cityzens Day.

It was mainly for the club sponsors but alot of players brought along their families and friends as the day was filled with fun activities, football challanges and the ever so popular guided tour inside the Ethiad campus.

It was your first time attending, although it was mandatory for all City players. A little sad, that you weren't able to bring your family from Brazil. They would have loved it, especially the chance to play football at the Ethiad Stadium. Apparently that was the highlight of the event, a friendly game between players from all levels, men, women, girls and boys, and of course their families. The game would be broadcasted on the teams website and it usually brought alot of laughs to alot of people. You couldn't wait to play, but until then you wandered the campus alone, watching other players enjoying spending quality time with their families.

"Hey Y/N, come here!"

You were observing a very intense juggling contests between an academy player and someone's kid, when coach spotted you in the crowd, waving you over.

"Meet my family." He stood next to a beautiful red-haired woman and young boy with a toothy smile. "This is my wife Trish, my son Ethan and that over there..." He pointed towards the crowd, to the center of it, where the juggling contests was happening. "That is my daughter Lucy." He said.

"Wow, she's really good."

She was definitely bruising the ego of the young academy player. He would certainly up his juggling game after this.

"You know, she reminds me alot of you." Coach smiled. "I can't get her to stop juggling the ball either."

"Seems like her talent won't go to waste today, the price is a Playstation 6, no?"

You shared a laugh. Coach had a lovely family who had flown all the way from Australia to see him. Cityzens Day was really the best time for that.

A food truck pulled up to campus just in time for lunch. You bought a taco bowl so big that you had to share it with another player as she saw you struggling.

"So when are you coming to play with us again." She asked, you knew her as Alison Bennett.

"I dunno?" You sighed. "I don't think I fit into the kind of squad your coach wants."

"Are you joking?" Alison frowned. "But you played so well with us."

It was strange really, but since it happned more than once now, that you got excluded from playing with the first team, you simply assumed the worst. Even though Ruben told you not to worry about it, you couldn't help but to. Your development as a player was at stake. And the fact that Ruben's diet helped you put on a few pounds was not a constellation. Perhaps the coaches on the first team had noticed, that you were getting fat?

"Speaking of playing, are you on for the game this afternoon?" Alison asked.

"The game against cityzens?"

"Yeah?"

You smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Great. I really hope you're on my team. I'm the captain. We're gonna need...."

Alison got tuned out as you sighted something in the distance, or better yet, someone. It was Ruben, walking side by side with a woman just as tall as him only thinner. She was wearing a Man City jersey, sporting the number three, Ruben's number three. He held a hand to her lower back, guiding her around, introducing her to his teammates.

"Speaking of players I would like on my team." Alison took notice of where all your attention had gone. "We could surley use a defender like Dias."

"Ruben?" You asked, your voice a bit strained.

She nodded "He's like the best defender City's got. We'll never concede goals with him on our team."

You turned back to look at Ruben and the woman he had brought. Could it be his girlfriend? In that case Ruben didn't have a type, because you looked nothing like her.

"He used to coach me, you know?" Alison leaned in and whispered.

"Who, Ruben?"

She bit her lip, nodding her head.

"B...but you're a forward?"

"So? Aren't you one too? Nevertheless,  Ruben used to teach me how to improve my skills. You know, help me get past the...."

"Defenders." You said, finishing of her sentence.

"Yeah, exactly. He's a really good coach."

"I can imagine." You ignored the painful beating of your heart. "Tell me..." You asked. ".. did you used to go to his place to, you know,"hang out"?"

She snorted. "No, why would I do that?"

"Oh."

A slight relief.

Alison stood, having helped you finish your meal. Her smile was devious. "No, Ruben used to take me back to the infirmary. We used to"hang out" there."

Your heart sank.

It was the realization that perhaps you were one of many.

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The afternoon sun was setting over Manchester City, but Cityzens Day was far from over. The game of cityzens was still on the agenda.

You laced up your cleats and stepped onto the football pitch at the magnificent Ethiad Stadium. It was truly breath taking playing in front so many people. Although the game was for fun, you were determined to showcase your talent, and even more determined to win against Ruben and his team. That's right, he was the captain of a squad containing lots of good players from all divisions. Players that made your teammates look like freaking toddlers.

"Alright! Ladies, fellas, huddle up!" A man urged for all the players on your team to gather around him. He was big, but funny looking, with a voice that did not match his brutal appearance.

"I'm Kyle Walker, but you can call me your captain for this evening."

"Captain?" Alison frowned. You were lucky to have her om your team, however, she did not look happy to find the captains armband handed to someone else. "We never voted for you to be our captain." She protested.

"Well, you should have. I have the experience when it matters and feel confident that I can lead this team to victory." He said.

"How?" A young U21 player squealed. Like the rest of you he was glaring at Ruben and his team as they warmed up on the opposite side of the pitch. The majority of Ruben's squad were players from the men's first team, including their assistant coaches.

"They're gonna eat us alive." The boy said, to which everyone agreed.

"Well that's not the spirit. Come on guys, hands in." Kyle ordered for everyone to stretch out a hand towards the ring you formed. "Victory on three, alright. One...two...three...VICTORY!" Kyle shouted, whilst the rest of you mumbled the words. Nevertheless you personally were not intimidated. You had played against tough opponents before, and you knew that you had a team that could give it their all, because Manchester City was arguably the best football club in the world.

The whistle blew, and the game began.

The first half was a blur of sweat and noise, as the two teams battled it out on the field. You dribbled and ran, dodging and weaving around your opponents, but Ruben and his team were tough to beat. They were bigger and stronger, and they had a few tricks up their sleeves.

"Whatta fuck!"

You ate dirt as Ruben ordered his players to tag team you. You stood no chance as Ruben was well aware that you rather go on your own than pass the ball.

"I'm sorry Y/N."

Ester pulled you up from the ground, having helped her teammates knock you down. She was playing for Ruben but seemed genuinely sorry for how he was running his play.

"Just give me the ball." You scuffed, as coach blew the whistle, handing your team a freekick for the offense made against you.

Kyle took it and missed.

The game resumed.

"Come on team, it's not over yet!" Your "captain", encouraged. "Fight until the end!"

As the second half began, your team was down by three goals, the majority of players being tired, cold and dirty, ready to throw in the towel. But you refused to give up. You knew that you had to do something to turn the game around, and you were determined to be the one to make it happen.

The moment didn't reveal itself until injury time. During he last minute's of the game. Ruben misjudged a pass, and you saw your chance. Charging directly towards him you had no other intention than to dribble past him.

"Pass the ball!" Kyle shouted, pointing to Alison who stood open, ready to receive the assist.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you had to do this, you had to try and get past him. However Ruben's braud frame made it nearly impossible for you to sight the goal behind him. He looked smug, aware that your chances of getting past him were slim to none. But you had prepared for this. Ruben had prepared you for this. As he lunged forwards, you did not hesitate to bring the fight to him. The two of you clashed together, with Ruben's strangeth throwing you off, however you had suprised him with an elbow to his lower ribs, the quick jab making him fold before your eyes. It was your chance to get past him. For that split second that you caught him lacking you managed to ship the ball in the air and leaped your body over Ruben's extended leg. It was the moment of the match, the crowd on their feet watching a 60kg girl go head to head with one of the world's greatest defenders, beating him to it, sending the ball into the back off the net.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and your team rushed onto the field, arms around each other's shoulders, grinning from ear to ear.

"That's what I'm talking about. That's how we play!" Kyle Walker was in the verge of tears. You may have lost the game, but you had proven that you were not to be underestimated. Not now, not ever. By anyone.

"Great game Y/N."

"Um, thanks."

Ester approached you as the pitch cleared of people, friends and family members heading their respective ways. Cityzens Day was officially over.

"I really mean it, you played amazing."

You were on the ground tying your cleats. Looking up at Ester you sighed. "What do you want?"

Her expression was hard to read, her eyes desperate to tell you somthing. "I..." She squealed.

You stood, hands on your hips. "Yes?"

She sighed. "I'm sorry it had to be this way...between us. You really deserve to play with the first team but so do I. I've fought all of my life for this position."

"And I haven't?" You gasped. "Ester if you've got somthing else to say to me I rather not hear it." You turned your back on her and walked away, however, she fought to catch up to you.

"Come on Y/N. At least now you get to be with your boyfriend. I mean it was his idea."

"Whatta hell are you talking about Ester. I don't have a boyfriend."

"Could have fooled me." She chuckled, to which you frowned. "Ruben practically begged me not to tell the club officials about you two. He told me that he would talk to the coaches on the first team, tell them how you were having problems settling into a new country, mental problems, that were effecting your performance."

"He did what?"

Suddenly you lost the sensation of your hands and feet.

Ester nodded. "It worked. The coaches on the first team didn't want to put pressure on you by calling you up to play for them and so they picked me instead. It's a win-win for both of us since you get to be with Ruben and I get to play."

You were lost for words, trying to make sense of her words that were like riddles to your ears. However one thing was clear, Ruben had betrayed you, and for what?

[springseasonie]

i love your works pls write something for winwin,,,, im thinking stepcest maybee,,..,.!/!/£!??/£2£ SOMETHJNG ANYTHING i never see him being written abt 😭

Couldn't wait

Warnings: sexual content, oral (male receiving), dacryphilia(if you squint), spit (not too much), asphyxiation, rough dom winwin, step sister/brother dynamic, proof read (kinda. sorry for any errors)

Word count: 1,2k

A/N: had to restart this cuz it was bad lmaooo. Hope you enjoy it tho

"You couldn't wait till dinner was over?"

Sicheng's hands raked over your body roughly, squeezing and pinching every bit of skin he could get his hands on. His mouth was on your neck, kissing your skin messily. You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of his hands on your body, moaning softly.

"You can't play footsies with me under the table like that and expect me to be okay." Sicheng lifted your dress, hands immediately going to your ass. He groped you roughly, making you whine in pain.

"Not so hard Sicheng," you whined softly.

"I'm sorry," he said against your skin. "I need to fuck you so bad right now."

"We can't, we have to go back downstairs."

Sicheng noticed the disappointment in your voice, lifting his head looking at you with a sudden serious expression. "Can you suck me off?"

You laughed softly, amused by his sudden change in disposition. "And will I get anything in return?"

"I'll give you the best sex you've ever had in your life." Sicheng looked at you with pleading eyes. He pulled you closer, making you feel his straining erection.

"And how will you do that with our parents home," you asked, raising a brow.

"We'll figure it out later." You opened your mouth to speak, but was interrupted with the feelings of his lips on yours. He kissed you deeply, biting your lip softly before pulling away. "I promise Y/N."

You give him a small smile before dropping to your knees. You didn't have many weaknesses but he was definitely one of them. You don't know when these feelings for your step brother developed, but it was already too late before you could try and get rid of them. Sicheng always liked you in a way he shouldn't have, but he really couldn't help it. He knew your father would likely kill him if he found out what you and Sicheng did behind closed doors, but that was apart of the fun.

Sicheng watched as you pulled the drawstring of his sweats, staring up at him with big innocent eyes. He loves that look on you, how ironic it was for the both of you. He gulped when your fingers hooked on his pants and boxers, pulling them down with no effort. Usually, you would tease him a bit, get him worked up. But you had no time for that. Sicheng clenched his jaw with a pained expression when you took all of him in your mouth, deep throating him with ease.

"Fucking hell," he mumbled. "I remember when you couldn't do that without gagging."

You pulled yourself off him, a line of silvia connecting your lip to his tip. "I know," you say, wrapping your hard around his shaft. You stroked him, eyes never leaving his as you wrapped your mouth on his tip, sucking him hard. Sicheng's hand flew to your head, fingers already tangling in your hair.

"Holy shit," he breathed out. "If you keep that up, we're gonna get caught."

You gave him a small chuckle, the look in your eyes changing. You sunk your mouth into him again, removing your hand. You bobbed your head, cheeks hollowing as you bobbed your head. His pants were filling the room, small curses constantly leaving his lips with each movement. Sicheng closed his eyes, throwing his head back at the overwhelming feeling. If he kept looking at you and your big pretty eyes, he would definitely cum a little too early.

Sicheng's grip on your hair tightened, his hips now moving entirely separate from his body as he began to thrust in your mouth. He knew how much you liked this, how much you liked being used like this, especially with your parents only a staircase away.

"You like this don't you," he groaned quietly.

Your brows furrowed, moaning around him. The vibrations from your sinful sounds almost make him forget what kind of situation he's in. He just wants to take his dick out your mouth and fuck you right there on the floor. Sicheng starts fucking into your mouth faster and rougher smirking when your eyes screwed shut.

"Is it too much for you," he said, chuckling darkly. Unsatisfied when you didn't respond, he pulled himself out of your mouth sharply, pupils dilating when you came off his length coughing. "Answer me."

"Y-yeah," you said, nodding slightly. There were small tears in your eyes and your lips were a bit swollen from the stretch.

"Good."

No matter how tired or how too much it was, it was never enough to make you want to stop pleasuring him. You needed him so bad. You loved knowing that it was you who he always ran to, it was you who he would release all his stress onto. If only your parents knew what kind of unhealthy obsession you had with him, it would only get worse from here. But what could be worse than his dick in your mouth?

You happily dropped your jaw when he put himself back into your mouth, fucking you even rougher. Sicheng could tell you were having trouble breathing at this point, but he couldn't stop. Not when there were small tears flowing from your eyes onto your pretty lips. You looked up at him, expression full of lust and desperation.

"If only your father could see what a good girl his daughter is," Sicheng gritted through his teeth. "I'm close, Y/N."

He let go of your hair and pulled himself out your mouth quickly. Sicheng wrapped his hand around his shaft, pumping himself quickly. "Your mouth or face?"

"M-mouth." You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Sicheng's gaze never left your pretty face. Spit on your chin, eyes glossed, tears staining your cheeks, but you're still willing to drink every bit of him up. He would take a picture, but unfortunately he left his phone downstairs.

"Fuck..Y/N.." Sicheng gave himself one more tug right before placing his tip on your tongue, cumming into your mouth. You let out a sigh of relief feeling his release on your tongue. "Swallow."

You closed your mouth, batting your lashes at him doing what he said.

"Show me." Sicheng smiled to himself when you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. You were so obedient it was almost cute. "You did good. You can stand up now."

You stood up, knees stinging a bit from being on your hard floor. You looked down at your knees, cringing at the sight of them. There was no way they weren't gonna be bruised later. Sicheng lifted your chin and kissed you, tasting his own cum on his tongue.

"I don't know how I'm gonna go down like this," you said, voice raspy.

"Yeah, you sound like a guy," he joked. The both of you laughed softly, leaning into each other's bodies. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight. "I promise I'll fuck you so good tonight," he whispered in your ear.

"I'm holding you to that."

"Just make sure you come to my room quietly okay? We don't want to almost get caught like last time."

You cringed at the memories from the other day when your father saw you trying to sneak into Sicheng's room in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. It's a blessing you were a good lair, because if not, a divorce would be on your hands right now. "Won't happen again," you said.

"Good." Sicheng let go of you, kissing your forehead before he backed up. "I'm gonna go down first okay? Don't miss me too much."

Before he opened the door, you kissed him softly. "Love you," you mumbled against his lips.

"Love you too."

[thesovereignsring-if]

Not really an update, but I'm working on a side project...

I'm sick today and it's messing with my productivity so I'm sharing with you guys a little sneakpeak on a side project ive been cooking up for a while. I'm not sure how well it be received since its more horror-oriented with no romance in it (the MC is a baby!) ; w; and it'll be my first time writing horror too. The project is in its very early stages, but when the time comes, maybe I'll make it's own tumblr blog for it.

I have some really old concept art is anyone is interested. Tho my artstyle and process very different from what it was 2-3 years ago. >//< This is a really long post so beware!!

Anyway, I've always wanted to work in the visual novel genre/Renpy, but being a newbie at the whole indie-dev thing makes it feel overwhelming, but since TSR's development is going somewhat smoothly, I've been thinking of giving it a shot! In the future once I finish the Twine version of TSR (probably years from now tbh) I'd like to take a crack at making it a visual novel. I am a visual artist a heart before anything else haha

Hence the side project! I'll be working on it in short bursts between updates, just to wind down and prevent burn out, but I plan to make the story in Twine first before working in Renpy. Anyway here a little sneak peak :)

The Diabolical Estate of Count Blackwood

There is something strange going on in this town...

You were nothing more than a dirty street urchin until you were scooped up by the young Percival Blackwood and whisked away to live in his newly inherited estate. 

There is something going on in the eerie town of Grimvale, from its strange inhabitants to the even stranger events that have been happening ever since you stepped foot here. Even the new castle you call home is filled with mysteries around every corner. Some of them are more sinister than others… 

Will you be able to uncover the mysteries of the town or will you succumb to the shadows over it?

Cast:

The Young Lord/Lady/ Honourable Blackwood: That's you. The dirty street urchin. Your life changed forever when Percival took you off the streets at the age of 8.

Percival “Percy” Blackwood: Your new father. He’s impulsive, eccentric and a bit nutty, but he certainly doesn’t make things boring around here. Apparently he went by another name before taking his grandfather's title.  

Sylvia Blackwood (née Faulkner): Your new Mother. She’s aloof with a sharp tongue- but only to Percival it seems. She mostly tolerates your presence. You wonder what keeps her tied to Percival. Something tells you that it's more than just 'love'.

Abel Waxley: The head butler of the estate. He’s stern and sharp tongued to everyone who upsets the flow of his schedule. He’s one of the few people who can reign Percival in. He looks like he could use a vacation.

Amos Blackwood: The previous count and Percival's grandfather. He was a known hermit and an eccentric man before his timely demise. Only he knows all the secrets of the castle. 

Balan ???: The strange older man who used to live in the castle with the late Count Blackwood. Were they lovers? Or just good friends? 

Concept Artwork:

[stardusthuntress]

Five for Fives

FivesLivesAU! 

Fives x female!reader (pronouns only) 

Word Count: 3.6k 

Summary and A/N: Read a fic the other day, and I wanted to read more similar stories, but there weren’t really any more like it… so I wrote my own! Inspired by this fic by @deewithani who kindly was totally fine with letting me add the inspo link here! I felt like we all needed something happy to read and Fives has been on my mind lately… so hope at least one person enjoys this too! Just sorta cranked it out because I was inspired and wanted to see Fives get a chance to have a life after war filled with love, with Echo, and with Rex, and I wanted a future for the little clones we know exist but who never fought in war because they hadn’t been out of their grown tubes very long… so have some cuteness and cuddles! 

PS this is a different Fives Lives AU than my other fic from a few weeks ago

TW: not much? Uh, Fives lives, has a long-term partner, and this is set as though he and Rex and Echo are leading the clone resistance we see beginning in the Bad Batch. Added in a few references to characters I couldn’t fit in the fic too! Could be read as though it’s just Fives and the Reader and Rex and Echo are the best friends of the family, or it could be read as though it’s poly, totally up to you as the reader to interpret it however feels right to you! I just wanted to make sure the 501st trio wasn’t cruelly separated anymore, so have a cute little family fic! Just cuddles and cuteness and fluff! Though it is still a bit suggestive (it's Fives, that's totally unavoidable), so still NSFW, tho I surprised myself by actually avoiding writing smut in a Fives fic... but still enjoy the snuggles and cuteness and suggestive fluff!!!

blue dividers by @/djarrex! banners are my own!

“How are we gonna tell Echo?” Fives asked, gazing happily at the 5 small, peacefully sleeping faces scattered across the room like spilled tookas. 

You, the woman in his arms grinned, “Leave that to me!” You kissed his cheek with a grin. 

Fives nuzzled into your shoulder. He loved the way you balanced him out and always remembered to consider Echo in your plans as well, especially now that the war was over and the operation to rescue all their brothers was underway. 

“He’s gonna tell us 2 is more than we can reasonably handle.” Fives comments. 

“He was also a cadet with a squad of 5 once, remember? He knows the bond you boys have. He might protest, but we will make him understand. Besides, they’re too little to separate them, that would have only traumatized them for life, and I couldn’t do that. You saw their eyes when they looked up at us and asked if they could stay together. You couldn’t say no either,” you poked him comedically. 

Fives chuckled, and hugged you tighter to his chest. “Yeah, and I wouldn’t change it for the whole galaxy!” 

They stand there, just watching the small sleepers for a few minutes. 

“How old do you think they are?” Fives asked, excitedly. 

“They can’t be much older than 4, in normal years. They have well developed language skills, but they’re still working on hand-eye coordination. So… probably about 2? Likely decanted not long after the war started… maybe around the time you and Echo shipped out for the first time?” You reasoned. 

“Not long before we met you,” Fives kissed your cheek playfully and you giggled quietly, squeezing the strong hands wrapped around your middle. 

“We’re gonna have to get beds for them tomorrow,” you whispered, eyes glazed over as you worked through the logistics of having 5 new additions to the family. 

“Mmmmm, sounds like a tomorrow problem then,” Fives whispered, whisking you off your feet, “They look comfortable where they are, they’ll be fine for tonight.” 

“They’re on the floor, Fives,” you chuckled lightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“They’re used to it, we all slept anywhere anytime. At least they’re all sleeping at the same time.” He told you, closing the door to your bedroom behind him as he carried you to the bed. “And you were so good with them, Cyar’ika. I could barely resist you all day.” He breathed into your chest as his lips trailed across your skin, sighing hungrily. “My turn!” 

As Echo strolled across the base on this beautiful evening, a noise in the hanger bay caught his attention. Odd, no one should be in the hangar bay at this hour. There were no surprise missions that he was aware of, though they had just rescued a large quantity of clone cadets from an Imperial facility the day before. The little ones were supposed to have all been shipped off to Alderaan and Pandora, but perhaps they miscounted? He’d have to comm Fives and let him know if he found one still here. Fives and his girlfriend had been so excited to get to rescue young clones. 

He followed the continuation of the noise, and discovered it changed from the drumming of what was presumably small running feet, into the sound of larger stomping strides accompanied by a lot of giggling. 

The noise led him to the ship Fives and his partner had claimed as their own. 

Echo called to them from the open ramp, “Everything alright in there?” 

“Oh, Echo! Is that you?” A woman’s voice answered him over the laughter, “Come in! We could use a hand right now, actually,” she giggled. 

Echo hurried into the ship, worried. You never asked for help, but then again it sounded like you had been laughing at the time? He rounded the corner and froze. 

Well, that was the last thing he’d been expecting to see, but in hindsight he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t been expecting it. Fives always had been good with kids, and so were you. 

The room was filled with commotion, mostly in the form of Fives, in full gear, stomping around and growling like he was pretending to be a big, scary monster, while trying his hardest not to burst into laughter. He was happier than Echo had ever seen him. 

Fives had 3 small cadets clambering on him. One on his back, giggling wildly, and one wrapped tight around each of Fives’ legs, both squealing with joy. 

Fives was laughing hard, especially as he made eye contact with Echo across the room, but it only lasted for a moment as one of the cadets lost their grip on his knee and tumbled to the floor, still giggling. 

“Oops!” Fives chuckled, swooping the small puddle of giggling child off the floor and up into the air. “Aaaaaand UP we go!” 

Echo could barely process what was going on, as you turned to him from the table behind where Fives and the 3 little ones now played. 

There was another one in your arms, Echo noticed. 

You beckoned Echo to you, and he obediently trotted over, though he was vaguely aware that it was an autopilot response from working so closely with you for so long. 

The delightedly confused look on Echo’s face as he approached made you laugh too. 

“Here, hold this one for me,” you instructed, depositing the one that had been on your hip into Echo’s arms. 

Echo took the proffered child. It stared up at him with wide, familiar eyes. This was definitely one of the clone children you had all rescued in the days prior. The child nibbled on a large cookie as it stared calmly up at him. Echo blinked at it for a moment, content to just watch the child, unsure what it would do, knowing it could see that he was so different. 

He and Fives had been this small once. He didn’t remember it, but knew it was deep in his past somewhere. He felt like he could see his own memories reflected in the wide, curious eyes of the child he held. But he wondered how he looked to a kid now, so many metal parts adorning his body, but without those parts, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to rescue and now hold this child today. Echo could feel the conflict within him flickering in his eyes as he watched the smol bundle in his arms. 

After a moment, the child seemed to decide he was an acceptable pillow too, and it nestled into his shoulder and went back to watching their brothers goof around the room. 

Echo looked up, for you, vaguely aware that if you needed him to hold this one that meant there was something else you were up to. 

He spotted you standing on the counter, fetching yet another child from atop the conservator, where it seemed, it had been breaking into a box of cookies. 

“Hey Echo, Fives, I need you to—“ Rex rounded the corner, and reacted much the same as Echo. He froze, eyebrows raised, as he watched Fives tumble into a big cushy chair in the corner while being careful not to smoosh any of the kiddos clinging to him as they all laughed joyously. 

Rex’s gaze continued around the room to Echo, standing behind Fives with a child in his arms, scomp securely tucked under its small bottom, hand rubbing up and down the kids back as it drifted to sleep on his shoulder, half-eaten cookie dropping from its hand onto the table Echo had strategically positioned himself next to. And then Rex spotted you, in the galley of the ship, another child draped over your arm in a dramatic pout, its conquest - a box of cookies - clutched tightly in its little hands as you clambered off the counter. 

Rex shook himself to his senses and scrambled to protect you and the kid on your way down. 

“Thanks, Rex,” you smiled up at him, patting his cheek, a happy grin like he’d never seen before on your face. 

Your attention quickly turned to the child in your arms, as you put your other hand on your hip and gave it a playfully, scornful look. “You gonna eat the whole box yourself, little one?” 

It paused for a moment, seemingly thinking through the situation for the first time. 

Rex laughed, he remembered a similar lesson in his past. He knelt down to look at the kid when he spoke, “Always make sure you think things through before just running with it, kid. That way you know exactly what you want before you get there.” He chuckled. 

You, Fives, and Echo all laughed hard at that. 

“Oh, look who the mischievous uncle turned out to be!” You chided, laughter still ringing from your lips as you shifted the kid in your arms into a more comfortable position on your hip, facing outwards, but gripped in both arms. 

The kid’s eyes lit up and he shoved a hand back into the cookie box and produced yet another cookie, but this time he held it out to Rex. 

“Awwwww! That was very sweet of you, Moxy! There ya go, pay off Uncle Rex for his mischievous advice! Already learning how bribes work! You’re definitely related to Fives, that’s for sure!” You laughed. 

Rex laughed too, taking the cookie with a small thanks as heat rushed to his face. He hadn’t meant to be that Uncle, but then again, after working with Skywalker, Kenobi, and Tano, and the entirety of the 501st for so many years, maybe their bad habits had worn off on him a bit. 

Fives appeared at your elbow, one child under his arm, one still clinging to his leg, and one perched on his shoulders with its hands on his cheeks and hair, braced by his other hand at its back. 

“See, they could totally pass for being our kids!” He grinned playfully, humming seductively as he pressed a long kiss to your cheek and then one to your neck. 

“EWWWWW!” The kiddos chorused. 

Echo and Rex laughed as you stole a kiss from Fives’ lips as he grinned, wildly. 

“Well that’s good, because they are our kids, now!” You winked back at him. 

“That’s my girl!” Fives cheered. 

“How are you gonna care for…” Echo paused to doublecheck his headcount, “five cadets?” 

“Children, Echo, they are not cadets anymore, they’re kids! And I’d say it’s a darn good thing we generally have at least 4 adults in here to handle it, don’t you think?” You returned, pointedly, but still smiling and laughing. 

Echo just hugged the child in his arms tighter. Resting his cheek on its little head as he turned bashful. He knew Fives had chosen the right woman, she always remembered the things that were important to Fives, including Echo. And she wasn’t afraid to put her children in the arms of a man with 3 out of 4 metal limbs. Echo was grateful for her trust, for it made him trust himself more too. 

The little one on Fives shoulder let out a big, long yawn, unaware that its hand had made its way to cover one of Fives’ eyes. But Fives had no intention of protesting, he was too delighted to find himself surrounded by kids of his own. 

Rex chuckled, and reached up to lift the child off Fives’ shoulders. 

As soon as it was in Rex’s arms, it immediately snuggled into his shoulder, trusting him instantly after seeing him interact with the other adults in the room so easily. Rex melted. 

You and Fives exchanged a glance. Fives was glad he’d let you handle this part and that you’d let it just happen naturally. And you were right that the Fett line did seem to have a soft spot for children. 

You and Fives exchanged a glance as he scooped up the child wrapped around his ankle, the two of you moved instinctively towards the comfy chair he’d dropped into with the kids earlier, collecting pillows and blankets from around the room on the way to it. Echo and Rex imitated you, recognizing the all too familiar nesting pile habits of their battalion. 

Instinctively, all 3 men gathered to nestle around you, creating a circle for you and the little ones to snuggle into. 

To your surprise, Fives found a way to nuzzle into your shoulder, despite the two small ones he had in his arms. 

“They are darn cute, I’ll give ‘em that,” Echo muttered, watching the one that was still clinging to him. 

“That’s Zed, we call him that because he’s always sleepy,” a tiny voice mumbled from Rex’s chest. 

You all laughed again. 

“And what’s your name, kid?” Rex asked, quietly. 

But the only answer he received was a soft snore. 

“Mmmm, now I’m hungry from all that playing around,” Fives lifted his head, and peered into the box Moxy was still clutching where he lay on your chest. “Anything left in there?” 

You lifted your head to look in the box too, “Might actually be half a box still! I thought he’d eaten them all. Grab me one too, while you’re at it?” 

Fives reached into the box and held up a cookie for you so you didn’t have to take your hands off the kids splayed on your chest and snuggled between you both. 

You took a bite, and he shoved the rest of it into his own mouth. 

“Thanks, Love.” You giggled and pecked his cheek, before returning your attention to Echo and Rex. “How are you gents doing? Content to snuggle there for a while? I’d rather not wake them if we don’t have to, or they’ll be running up the walls for another few hours just because they want to stay awake.” 

Rex and Echo exchanged delighted glances and hummed their answers, nestling in for the night. 

You turned back to Fives, “See? Easy!” You told him, kissing his forehead. 

He laughed. “Which part? Telling Rex and Echo, or handling 5 kids?” 

“Well, now that we have Rex and Echo here, both!” You told him, victoriously. 

Fives stole another kiss from your lips. 

A rustling noise and a shifting of the box in the small clone’s arms as Fives smiled against your lips told of his real plan: hiding a cookie theft with a kiss. 

He broke away from your lips only to triumphantly stuff the entire cookie in his mouth. 

You scoffed at him, playfully. 

The box rustled again, and you raised a brow holding eyecontact with Fives. 

He returned the look, puzzled, half a cookie still sticking out of his mouth as he tried desperately not to sprinkle cookie crumbs into the hair of the small brothers in his arms. 

You both looked down to find Echo’s hand in the box. 

He looked up at you sheepishly, eyes wide at getting caught, blinking owlishly at you. And then he broke into the same mischevious grin Fives had worn not five minutes before and retreated with a cookie of his own. 

You were trying desperately not to laugh, else you’d jostle the numerous small heads and three adult ones currently leaning on or near you. 

“Would you like a cookie too, Rex?” You offered, producing another one from the box. 

“Well, I’m not gonna say no,” Rex teased. 

“Good, as long as you boys all get the extra large quantities you need, we’ll be in good shape.” You giggled, handing over the tasty treat, and fetching another one for yourself too. 

The three men exchanged sheepish looks. 

“I know, you boys all eat more than the average person. And I’m glad of it. Food rarely goes bad around here. But we might need to find a steady supply of large quantities of food so we don’t have to go shopping every single day.” You could already imagine it, not only would you enjoy the view of each of the handsome men crouched in front of the conservator day in and day out just like you had since you joined them, but more than likely, they’d always share the space with a smaller version of themselves each time now too. The thought put a smile on your face as you stared deep into Fives’ eyes, more than happy with your joint, spur of the moment decision to keep a whole squad of cadets. 

Echo hummed next to you, “I’ve got a few ideas already,” he yawned. “Never fear, Uncle Echo is here! Hmm, I like the sound of that. Uncle Echo. And Omega is gonna adore these little guys…” Echo leans over and kisses your cheek too. 

Fives laughs at that. 

“Hmm, then maybe I should try to be less mischievous, you lot already have that covered,” Rex also uses the opportunity to kiss your hand, and you bite your lip. 

Fives steals another passionate kiss from you, grinning into it. “Maybe Omega can babysit when we need a night that’s just the two of us on occasion,” Fives nudges your cheek with his nose. 

Echo laughs into your side. “I think Wrecker and Hunter would be delighted to help her wrangle the whole little squad. I’ll bring you to Pabu in the morning so they can meet them.” 

“We haven’t even had the kids for 2 full days yet, Echo,” You chuckle. 

“We have a big family, we can’t help it,” Fives answers. ”I want all the guys to meet them. We’ll do Pabu in the afternoon. Let them take around this base in the morning. It’ll be fun,” he mumbles, sleep starting to take hold of him too. ”Howzer promised to give me some tips he learned from the Twilek family he worked with for so long tomorrow. Pabu can be a dinner thing.” 

“I’ll tell Hunter we’re bringing dinner tomorrow then,” Rex yawned. 

Suddenly Echo held out a datapad, over the bundle of sleepy faces. “Smile you three, we need a holo of this.” 

But you and Fives could only look at each other, with the biggest grins as you pressed your foreheads together in a keldable kiss, proud of your little family. 

“Could you two get any cuter?” Echo nudged you playfully. 

Zed, nestled between you and Echo, stirred in his sleep. 

“Shhh, sleep time now, gents, we can finish planning in the morning,” you instructed, secretly admiring that you had just surrounded yourself with identical faces of men and boys you very much adored. You hummed contentedly. 

“Just one more kiss,” Fives whispered mischievously, sneaking a peck at your lips before snuggling in for the night. 

Omega gasped loudly, bouncing on the balls of her feet when she saw Echo, Rex, Fives, and Fives’ partner exiting the ship together, wrangling a whole miniature squad of their own at their knees and bundled in their arms, and boxes of what appeared to be take out in various bags and hands. 

“Baby brothers!” Omega gushed, scooping up the nearest one. 

Wrecker scooped her and the little one up into a big hug, and carried them over to the tree in the middle of the square, then picking up the small ones clinging to his belt to put them up on the grass beside her. 

Echo decided to take a page from your book, and just straight up handed one of the kids to Hunter without saying anything. 

Hunter took the kid and just watched it in awe for a moment. 

“Are you a brother too?” The kid asked. 

“Hmm?… yeah… yeah I am, kid,” Hunter beamed. 

The kid smiled and tucked himself into Hunter’s chest. 

Hunter visibly melted, closing his eyes and cradling the child gently in his arms. 

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at a smug Echo. 

“Told you, you had a soft spot for kids.” Echo patted him on the back and walked away to join Wrecker and Omega as they taught the kids how to climb a tree. 

“That’s Zed, he likes snuggles,” You told Hunter from somewhere behind him. 

Hunter turned to face you, and found you standing there with Fives wrapped around you from behind. 

“And… they’re your kids now?” Hunter asked, incredulous. Looking like he would never be ready to give Zed back to you. 

“Yeah, we’ve been tracking down where the young clones were taken when Kamino was decommissioned. First rescue was a few night ago. Two ships full of little ones ready for homes of their own went to Pantora and Alderaan the day before yesterday.” 

“We couldn’t help but keep this lot when their little voices asked us to be their parents,” Fives chimed in. 

“They asked you to be their parents?” Hunter seemed almost jealous, if you were reading him correctly. 

“Do you want us to bring a batch here?” You asked. 

Hunter just looked at the little one in his arms, content to be held as it watched people move around the square. 

“That’s a yes,” Fives answered for him. 

Hunter gave Fives a look. “I see why Echo calls you the mischievous one,” he comments, a brow raised. 

Rex laughs loudly, “Oh. No. Echo is just as mischievous.” 

“Like that?” A snide voice joins the conversation as Crosshair approaches, making sure to keep some distance from the kid in Hunter’s arms, as he jabs a toothpick towards the tree before returning it to his lips. 

You all look over to discover Echo in the tree with the young ones, while Wrecker and Omega protect them from below. 

“Exactly like that,” Rex agrees, shaking his head at his trooper's antics. 

“Anyways, would you like to babysit them sometime?” Fives asks Hunter and Crosshair with a sly grin. 

“No.” 

“Yes!” 

Hunter and Crosshair answer at the same time, Crosshair glares at Hunter. 

“Come on, Cross. You’ll warm up to them eventually.” Hunter prods, pointedly watching the kid in his arms instead of Crosshair. 

“Omega was different,” Crosshair protests. “Like us.” He states as though he’s trying to convince himself not to get attached to the small face clinging to Hunter’s collar. 

“Uh huh,” Hunter is not convinced, he knows his brother too well for that. 

…Later you swear you spot one of the kids gifting Crosshair a flower he picked from the tree, and you’re pretty sure Crosshair wears it in his shirt pocket all evening. 

But it’s hard to say for certain, especially when Fives sweeps you off your feet and carries you into your ship, heading straight for the bedroom… 

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Is requesting Jill x Nemesis T-Type Reader ok like they meet and the reader is a weak version of the Tyrant but alot nicer and develops a curse on her, sorry if this one is weird.

Hi, thanks for the request! And it’s totally okay, I actually like writing something more exceptionally! I also hope, that I wrote this after what you’ve imagined, so enjoy reading :)) I’m sorry btw for how long this took me, i was taking a quite long break and i apologize this is kinda short

Nothing like him || Jill Valentine x female/non-male reader

Warnings: nemesis alike reader, slight cursing, fluff

(remind me if I missed any)

- Resident evil 3 masterlist link -

Y/N’s pov:

I walked down the street, lost in my thoughts. This city is a total mess and I don’t know how all of this happened. I was used in of the umbrella academy’s projects, but it didn’t work out like they wanted it to.

I also have no idea where I’m going right now, till I heard someone shout something, standing right in front of me. “Don’t you dare, coming any closer!”

My eyes moved up from the ground, landing on a attractive woman. I even did what she told me to do, lifting my hands slightly up. I gave her a confused look, before deciding to talk myself.

“Listen, I know you can’t trust anyone you meet in this apocalypse, especially because I may look a little different, but I’m not a threat.”

She scanned my whole body, still having her gun pointed at me. “Who are you?”

“My name’s Y/N. You probably know of the Umbrella Academy? They used me for one of their disgusting experiments. That’s the reason why I look not so much human like you do.”

That’s the truth. I got much taller than before, actually taller than anyone else, just like Nemesis. I may look a bit terrifying to someone, also due to the fact, that I got much more muscular, but also not “normal”.

“Do you mind telling me your name?”, I asked, in the nicest way possible, so she won’t just leave or even worse put a bullet through my head. “My name’s Jill… I was already attacked by a big guy. You must know more about him.”

“Fuck. He must be Nemesis. He’s just as tall as I am but much more terrifying and dangerous. He supposedly wanders through the whole city and must still be somewhere around here”

Jill had a terrified look plastered all over her pretty face and i couldn’t help but get kinda lost by staring at her. She must have noticed me zoning out tho, “are you okay, Y/N?”

“Oh! Yes, i’m fine. But i think we should get going, you also would be better off sticking by my side, by the way. A little help is very much needed, no? You’re probably short on bullets anyway.”, i told her, as she caught up with me, now walking right beside me.

“You’re right, how did you know though?”, Jill asked while tilting up her head a little to look at me. I stared down at her, but quickly tried to avoid staring holes into her eyes. “It was just a guess, you know. It’s quite obvious after all.”

It was a long silence between us but it wasn’t awkward. I assured her, i would bring us somewhere safe for now and she seems to trust me. Jill’s the first person, that i met on my journey, who didn’t try to kill me, instead she was down to listen to me and now she’s not scared of me anymore.

My mind told me she was still unsure of this all and my whole being, she didn’t ask nothing much and i know many questions were flowing through her head, if only she would just ask.

“Okay Jill. We’re here.”, i spoke up after awhile and jogged up to the entrance of an abandoned hospital. “Didn’t take as long as i expected, are you positive however, that this is really not filling over with infected and all?”

“I know this place enough for that. Just trust me once more, alright?”, i opened the door and let her in first, before i shut and locked the doors behind us. She looked around the whole place and was very much assured for the moment. I heard her footsteps, assuming she’s finally stepping around.

“Doesn’t seem bad, huh?”. Jill spun around to face me and nodded her head, “It’s definitely a place to stay.”

We barricaded the doors a lot more with everything possible we could find, making sure not a single soul can enter. We can defend us in any case though, we’re pretty good equipped with weapons. Not even low on bullets anymore.

I finished treating and fixing up my fresh wound from earlier so that i can finally relax for a bit. I found Jill sitting down on the floor and leaning against a wall. She seemed to be confused on something and i decided to join her.

“What’s bothering you, Jill?”. My voice caught her by surprise, but she smiled softly at me, when she saw me standing there. “It’s nothing honestly, maybe i just need some company.”, she laughed and was delighted when i sat beside her.

Our body’s now very close to each other, i could even hear her breathing. The hospital is quiet, i could’ve sworn she was able to hear my heartbeat, that was going crazy only by just admiring her.

“I mean, you have me.”, i let out a nervous chuckle and noticed the change of the look in her eyes. They suddenly shined so differently and it couldn’t just be the light, but she quickly looked away after giving me one of what seemed to be her usual smiles.

I don’t know why, but i still couldn’t take my eyes away from her and she must’ve felt my gaze on her as she locked eyes with me again, i even saw them lowering to my lips once. I wasn’t paranoid, that’s for sure.

Jill has been moving slowly closer to me, placing a hand on one of my thighs. Her touch on my nearly exposed skin heated up my body to the point i felt my cheeks flushing.

Her face wasn’t far away from mine, our eye contact never broke apart and our lips were almost touching. “May i kiss you, Y/N? Or is this too early for-“

I knew what she was going to say and i couldn’t help but interrupt her by pressing my lips against hers. It’s like they were made to be put together, as much as they fit, my lips moved so smoothly on her soft ones.

The kiss didn’t last so long though, we’ve known each other for only a few hours after all. It’s just like we get along so well, i don’t think this would fuck any relationship we have up anyways, in this case. And who knows if we survive this and what has become out of this town.

“Uh ha, i think we should get some rest, no?”, i spoke in a calming voice, getting an agreement in return from Jill, who still had a big grin on her face.

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The next morning i woke up from weird noises, as my eyes shot open, thinking of the worst scenarios possible. I got up from the hospital bed, i slept on, seeing Jill isn’t laying on hers anymore, so i started searching from where the sounds are coming from.

Once i came closer to the place, i realized it has most definitely been Jill, who made those noises. I heard her groaning and complaining, like if she was in pain.

I sped up my walking and jogged to the room she must be in. I slowly opened the door, peeking through the small gap, grasping in the situation right in front of me.

There she was standing, her hand gripping her head, while the other one was holding onto her stomach. Her coughing got louder on top of that, which made it obvious that she’s sick. But what kind of sick?

I decided to make my way over to her, asking what’s wrong with her. “Jill? What happened to you?” Her head spun in my direction, a worried look in her eyes. She was gritting her teeth, before finally responding to me.

“I-I’m afraid i got it in me.”, her words almost coming out in a whisper. “You mean… you mean the curse?” She only nodded her head, hitching in pain again, as she almost fell down on the floor.

I luckily grabbed her in my arms, taking a closer glance at her state. She couldn’t have been bit, right? Thousands thoughts were coming in my mind at the same time, as i couldn’t make any of this up nor believe this is just happening.

My eyes went wide, thinking of yesterday. I gulped real hard, shaking my head. “No… no no no.”, i muttered to myself, as i came to conclusion.

Did I put the curse on her?

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Day 18: The Town, part 7

Alice stood stunned for a moment after she was set down, before her face flushed red with embarrassment.

Since she had basically already hit rock bottom and her reputation would forever be ruined by being painted as an excitable child that has no sense of personal space, Alice then decided to be petty and vengeful.

Turning around with a pout, her face still incredibly red, she kicked Marcus sharply in the shin.

Sadly this backfired, as the stupid invulnerable man barely reacted and just started fussing at her, chiding and apologizing, which maybe was her own fault for being immature, but still it was annoying!

Luckily Martha managed to diffuse the situation before she could embarrass herself further, reminding her of her goals in this establishment. Though the muffled snort and barely concealed grin at her actions made Alice regret bringing her.

She should have brought Rebecca instead. The girl was quiet and solemn and would actually be on her side instead of the side of her personal amusement. Rebecca would have diffused the situation quietly and unobtrusively, and she wouldn't have laughed at her!

Alice was so going to promote Martha to Deputy Matron as revenge, see if she wouldn't, Martha deserved it anyway and had to stop avoiding responsibility.

Anyway she was getting distracted again.

The Owner! The Owner that's also the Baker!

She needed to kidnap hire talk to them about business, yes that's right.

To the back of the bakery!

Alice started marching off to the back of the bakery, like the woman on a mission she was.

Only to be stopped by a strong hand grasping her shoulder, preventing her from advancing.

Marcus.

Curses! Foiled once again!

Why was that man so stupidly strong and sturdy? (I mean she knew why but still)

And why was she so small and weak and kid-like?? Curse the gods for the series of unfortunate events that forced her to have such a small, vulnerable and light body! She was totally going to eat them as soon as she could, in fact she was putting it on The List right now!!

Alice's train of angry thoughts was quickly halted as Marcus, done with his much more polite request to meet the owner of the bakery, finally finished the discussion he had held over her head and nudged her.

"Very well then," Alice caught him saying as she finally tuned back into the conversation, "We will wait here while you get the owner for us."

Oh. Huh. Maybe Marcus was more capable than she had thought... Nah. He was still to high-strung and fussy for her tastes.

I think I just gotta start writing the thing, so I'm gonna try to write a bit a day and we'll see how it goes:

Alice wakes up and looks out the window, and... That's weird, it's so much emptier.

Where's the port town facing the sea with their little red roofs and white walls that she can usually see in the distance?

Where are the smoking chimneys of big cargo boats out in the port, made small by the distance?

Where are the cranes, seemingly still ever time she looks, but somehow always hard at work, loading and unloading?

Where is the touch of modernisation?

Out in the distance, all she sees are trees that should not be there and rolling green hills with no roads with people and cars and trucks cutting through them, ever busy.

She opens the window, and the breeze blows in, but it's crisper, fresher, not carrying the smoky tang of vehicles and boats alike, something she never thought of, never noticed until now.

It's quieter too.

There isn't the sound of people and cars and boats in the distance, only the call of birds and the rustling of leaves, so much closer than before.

BANG!

The door startles her and she turns to see Marcus there, panting, anxious, his mouth gaping open, mouthing words he cannot find or voice.

She knows before he speaks what he's going to say.

They aren't in their world anymore.

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idk if i'm poking a hornet's nest, if i am, feel free to ignore this ask. i just wanted to know: what are your thoughts on jjk? i'm genuinely really interested because i've started reading it and i'm really enjoying it so far. and i love how it's inspired so much fanwork and analysis, but also, a bit of criticism. idk ... what's your response to it? sorry for sending such a vague ask!

Oh don't worry at all, if there is one thing I can be counted on is to share my opinion on p much anything I can have an opinion on, loudly and in length.

So here are few things to consider before giving my opinions any weight

I don't read shonen because I think it will be good hjbhbh this sounds mean but like, as frustrating as it is, shonen not being As Good As I Would Like It To Be, is kind of the point. I almost NEVER write fanfics about manga i really truly love. If i asked my followers now I don't know if they would be able to name my fav manga n anime. I read shonen to have something to write about, to have something to fill out and develop.

Shonen focuses a lot on fights. I don't care about fights. My primary interests when I'm reading are A. Characters B. World building. Shonen has these but they are never the focus, the focus is setting up a cool way to have a cool fight, whatever that means in the world of the particular story. This of course doesn't apply to every shonen manga, don't come for me, but it applies to a lot of the popular ones and it applies to JJK

All that to say: I'm not the target audience and I know it, if you are looking for an opinion of someone who really really really likes shonen manga and is into the major aspects of it that's not me and I won't give you any useful insight on that.

Onwards with my thoughts:

JJK is really really fun at the beginning! If you just started reading it you are in for a fun time for a good bit. The characters are interesting and show a lot of promise, the central themes are cool, the designs are badass and it has one of the better adult supporting cast which I, as an adult who can no longer really identify with teen protags, really appreciate. It has amazing villains, some of the better treated women in shonen (tho keep in mind that is a very low bar) and enough emotional content to keep you digging for more. It had me teared up at least once! It's world is very interesting and the psychology and the make up of it are just MADE for someone like me who specializes in studying pain and grief and death to splash around in.

It's just that after a bit...it stumbles. I think it's p much unanimously agreed at this point that the shibuya arc was the high note after which the manga very very slowly started getting dull. The nature of where it was headed meant that a lot of new characters had to be introduced only to be immediately discarded. It was a death game where it didn't really feel like the main characters were in danger which, after Shibuya which had a high death toll on known and bellowed characters, just had me kind of disinterested. Death game with no stakes is BAD. It's hard to explain all the ways i just kind of stopped caring. Combination of the inflation of the cast with characters I didn't care about while leaving the old ones by the wayside. Feeling like the most interesting of new characters got sidelined (suspiciously mostly women...remember what i said about the low bar), while the boring ones stuck around. It started feeling rare that the manga hits an emotional point (it did happen, it was this era of the manga in which it almost brought me to tears) but even the hits would get undermined with something later that made them stumble and fall flat. A lot of promising, cool things, conversations, backstory details, interactions that were expected and predicted from the first half just kind of fizzled out, didn't happen, or were done so quickly and offhandedly that it got me saying 'is that really how he's gonna do this'. It was just a pile of small disappointments that grew and grew until I found myself not as excited for the new update like i once was, till i found myself completely forgetting to check if the new chapter was there or not.

All in all, I would place JJK very close to BNHA in terms of my feelings for it: Very promising but can't live up to its own ideas. Or to be fair, can't live up to my ideas. Every time I check in Gege seems to be having a blast and in the end that's what's most important. I'm just someone writing in the blanks he left behind according to my own interests lol.

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SVSSS danmei novel review post

So I had a winter break and finished reading SVSSS and here are some of my thoughts about it.

DISCLAIMER: this as an analysis post and if you might get upset over criticism of the novel, please stop reading. My intend is definitely NOT to send hate but do a review.

Disclaimer number 2: I'm a danmei fan and have read mdzs, tgcf and 2ha so I have some point of reference for comparison

Starting up with the things I LOVED about the novel:

The idea is popular, but the author made it have an interesting twist (ridiculing the genre of something you wright right at the moment is a gigachad move fr fr)

The plot is interesting and entertaining, the novel is easy to read and follow

There is a good part of humour that I enjoyed (the whole Tianlang-jun bit lol)

Characters are well-written in general (even tho I raise an eyebrow at some of them)

I absolutely adore MoShang couple. Them being a tsundere and a gremlin is very fun and I liked the extras showing the development of their relationship. The whole bit where MBJ openly says hitting a person is the way he sees flirting and SQH being oblivious that his own ideas of courting made MBJ convinced he's flirted with too is hilarious. SQH not only creating himself his perfect man but also pulling him for sure makes him a god in their world lol

Another unofficial couple I grew to like is LiuShen aka LQG and SQQ. Ngl I was oblivious to the chemistry they have - "They are such good friends!" as historians would say LOL. But after spending some time in the fandom I think I adore them a lot (esp after finishing this one extra where it's obvious LQG is convinced they are soulmates and is gay af lmao)

Now, on the other side, criticising the novel.

My problem is that the novel seems way too short?? The whole plot is to fill plot-holes but the novel itself seems to have a plenty of them:

We don't know anything about the System, why it works, who created it and for which purpose?

The fact that Binghe doesn't even know SQQ is not his real shizun?? I really expected some confrontation in the end and stuff but bro just lies to his husband till the rest of their lifes now ig?? I was really looking forward to see this and LBH thinking he's betrayed again but we never got it, not even in extras. We got a little hint when SQQ couldn't explain LBH how he knows so much about what will happen, but this seemed to just be sweeped under a rug in the end.

The novel is too short, there are so many interesting plot-lines to explore and possible scenes to write but extras only explore already existing dynamics and seem to be cut-outs / behind-the-scene stuff the author probably just decided to not put in. Half the time I was sitting there and thinking about the fact that someone definitely wrote a fanfic about this or that fact

I've read other mxtx novels and tgcf, for example, felt complete to the point I didn't even read extras, as it felt like the story is whole and finished.

Another problem I have with the novel is that some very important info about characters is still hidden in extras, for example:

The fact that LBH acts like this with SQQ because SQH himself got him the idea?? I really thought bro is a cry-baby LOL (call me SQQ bc of how delusuional I am). The way SQH not only pulled his dream man but helped the story progress with LBH pulling HIS dream man is AWESOME and I wish it was in the main novel part.

Another extra-hidden part I wish wasn't hidden, is the fact that SQH was always thinking about og Shen Yuan and that's why they end up actually being friends, it feels like an important bond was kinda lost in the finished novel.

All in all, I enjoyed reading SVSSS but understand why it's not as popular as mdzs or tgcf. This is everything I got at the moment, thank you for reading!

If you have any thoughts or can explain some of the confusions I mentioned, you're welcomed to do so in comments!

Just please be polite, thank you!

P.S. I firstly wrote this post to drafts right after reading the novel and edited it after finishing extras and ngl some of my thoughts have changed.

[lightlycareless]

What drew you to liking Naoya? He’s an extremely unpopular character in the fandom(mostly the English speaking side). I personally like him because i have a habit of liking toxic/evil/problematic characters in fiction and he just had some of my fave characteristics in one lol. Not to mention besides all that he’s just an interesting and well written character. It’s a bit frustrating that others that dislike him won’t acknowledge that he is extremely well written and the perfect example of a product of his environment. Sorry if this is random but I don’t get to see many Naoya fans and I love your works and portrayal of him. I feel you write his character development very well

Hello!!

Aw, don't worry :> this is no bother for me to answer! The only thing I feel kind of bad tho is that I don't know how to explain why I was so attracted to Naoya in the first place hahah 😢

I guess because he's handsome lol, because let's be real, his personality isn't that great... but even then, I also like that because it gave me the idea that he'd be like that to everyone but his special one, you know? In a degree that's how he treats Toji so that might be true. And why not, there's nothing wrong in wanting to "fix" him hehe.

And you're right, he's extremely well written in the sense that he's a product of his environment, but he's also a wasted potential 😭 and what happened afterwards was just oof, he was better off dead you know? like, we could've known so much of the Zen'in... I feel like he was even more slandered; and to believe that came from the author himself!! (or maybe that's just me hoping to get crumbs of Naoya lol)

It's really unfortunate that people tend to do that with characters that are considered villains. Just because he's bad doesn't mean he can't be well written—and to make matters worse, they take it out with their fans too... It's kind of silly to have to remember that what I consume in fiction doesn't go with what I do in real life. :B

BUT anyways— BECAUSE OF THAT I was given more freedom to fill the blanks with just about anything that I want heheheh and I love daydreaming about it.

Whenever writing I try to keep things as canon compliant/realistically as possible, without placing too many limitations on me that I won't be able to do anything—so his development into someone a bit more likeable is... off, very very difficult, but I think very rewarding as well. and sweet because why not.

Hopefully when he's animated we'll be able to see more content of him, as well as more fans :> I feel that after he got his manga cover he kind of... died down a bit. And unfortunately, whenever something does happen in the manga pertaining to him, some take this opportunity to slander his fans or spread misconceptions. (now I got worried thinking what will happen when he's animated damn) but we shall see.

And lastly, but not least, thank you so much for your kind words regarding my work 🥺❤️ I never thought that my writing would ever get attention like this, specially for a character that isn't that popular, but akgagaklghajk aaaaghhhhh it warms my heart to know there's people out there that like Naoya, and my work too 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

TLDR: I like Naoya because I consider him handsome, has a personality that while shit, gives off this bad boy aura of "I hate everyone except my darling." (or idk maybe my delusions are talking haha.) is super talented in what he does, has a prestigious title, yet a lonely life that makes me pity him a bit; and I feel like he'd be a very passionate lover when it comes to it.

Thank you so much for sending in this ask 🤭 I hope it was able to bring you some insights of my mind 😏 Take care and hope to see you soon!!

[the-vibes-are-off]

The Stormlight Archive Volume 1: The Way of Kings’ Review: Chapter 28 + Interludes 1-4 - 1-6

Hello hello hello, I am back, again, with another edition of ‘This Book Delights in Not Respecting the Structured Chunks I Planned to Write on’ bc naturally there had to be ONE chapter in between the previous part and interludes so they’re getting smushed together. No cool accompanying image this part bc all I have done is sit inside and do nothing so enjoy Twilight and mess (and technically Twilight counts as research for my final year project as I’m doing it on vampires so technically I’m working rn). 

Honestly, I think Brando delights in making me forget that Szeth exists only for him to re-emerge and fill my head with his stupid ass name (see one of the previous parts for my inital anger and outrage). All in all tho, I do love the interludes, they have such a palate cleansing vibes after the end of chapter 28 that help you kind of get over the wtf before moving on to the rest of the story. I will never understand when I hear that people skip or disregard them.

Spoiler Free Zone: 

With being so busy recently, I honestly forgot what happened in chapter 28 bc I read it so long ago now it seems but it does not disappoint skimming over it again. Not necessarily the whole chapter, I honestly didn’t have much tabbed, but the Dalinar character development and tHE END?? besties...

Brando’s book structuring is great. Minus the interludes (which again if any of you out there are skipping these ur so wrong for that), this feels so much like a Victorian three volume novel, which for those unfamiliar (tho it kind of speaks for itself) was a form book release under the serialisation umbrella that was popular at the time (for example the Bronte’s Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey, as the two were too short for a traditional three volume release, were released together in the three volume format). Naturally this is my lit student side coming out but I feel like this isn’t done enough and it makes for an interesting structure. Ok, nerd moment over.

The interludes themselves, I mean, always iconic. I love the world building element it brings as even having a multi-perspective narrative, considering how expansive the universe is, is limiting to the possibilities you can explore in this. READ THE INTERLUDES AND APPRECIATE THEM. 

*SPOILERS BELOW (I FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THE KEEP READING THINGY TY EVERYONE)*

Spoiler Zone:

And now, the epigraph for this part had me like so ready for this chapter. I was like thinking this shit right here just feels like theres something coming. Now initially I was a little disappointed bc I was thinking this just feels like an average chapter like I’m not seeing anything I feel like tabbing am I missing sections???

Then Navani comes in and starts chatting up my home slice Dalinar and I am like I was sensing tension earlier but more in the traditional sense over romantic tension like what is going on. But like this isn’t the climax I know it isnt.

BUT DALINAR ABDICATING ??? I know its bc like everyone is disrespecting my guy and he needs Adolin to fill the role so nothing like shady can happen but I was like floored man. For it to be then followed by interludes? Bro like just shoot me bc I have to read them its who I am.

It was interesting to see different character perspectives and locations etc in the interludes tho it always is. I love how Brando uses his writing at times to portray clear moral messages like in interludes 1-4 with the farmers as a respected population amongst the Shin and how Rysn finds that odd. For that to be followed by Vstim establishing that its not strange and just different and that should be respected was just such a lovely moment to see. 

A little bit obsessed with Axies tbh bc frankly if there were little spirit creatures that appear with what seems to be a wide range of idk what to call them like states of being or occurrences idk stuff and things basically I would be studying that shit too. 

And then, the bane of my existence, the bastard that haunts my nightmares: Szeth :|. Idk WHY his name passionately enrages the very core of my being but it does. Not to mention that I am actually invested in his story bc wtf is this now with some random geezer materialising from the shadows with the head of his former master? OF COURSE I would eat that shit up man. (I do applaud Brando tho for clothing him like a slut but acknowledging how impractical it is and making it an annoyance that was extremely iconic). 

Tab Count:

Cute <3 - 1

Fights - 0

Sad ;-; - 0

Death - 0

Cool - 5

Wtf wow - 0

Wtf Why - 1

Slay Quotes - 1

Love this! - 3

Hate this >:( - 0

Lore - 1

Tab Total:

Cute <3 - 13

Fights - 9

Sad ;-; - 5

Death - 4

Cool - 13

Wtf wow - 3

Wtf Why - 4

Slay Quotes - 15

Love this! - 17

Hate this >:( - 5

Lore - 7

[skayafair]

Ep 41 (in reverse order)

So... Miss Vaux is an android? Or a cyborg 🤔 Explains the last one but then why is this one so empathetic and emotional?

Silas' slip had rather bad consequences but the exchange was funny nonetheless 😄

Lizzy is being extra bitchy, but then again no one is being as reasonable as they usually try to. Cass is clearly barely holding there.

This is the point that really stands out in this season and I think it's brilliant writing AND production, because I can clearly see how the team is run ragged and grasping at straws. They aren't thinking as straight as they'd like to (and usually are), they are exhausted to death, both physically AND mentally, and it wears them off. It's hard to keep one's head cool when under a constant threat in several ways simultaneously, so the conflicts ensue. Honestly I'm in awe they managed to keep it more or less together until now.

Production-wise it's long pauses filled with silence (a natural, not a dead empty one - cool soundscaping!). The breachers are run thin, it takes longer to gather their thoughts and produce an answer. The rising hopelessness doesn't help, either. It's as if they consider if the answer is even worth being said, if there's any point to it. It surprises me how each new season just keeps getting better with character development - not necessarily in changing the characters but with their reactions being so realistic, so natural. That's the quality I hardly ever see.

I was wondering how Silas was going to give in to the voice because he's been the most sensible one so far, even under the influence of that entity. I think the "otherwise you're going to lose it all" was the heaviest argument? Was it even a mistake? I mean listening to the entities they encountered so far seems very unreasonable in general, especially with all the "pawn" pet names, but Cassius seems to have the tape, so it shouldn't have been THAT bad this time? Of course the fact that they could have all just waited at the breach a bit longer and be found soon adds insult to the injury but no one could predict that, exactly.

How do breaches work? I thought they led to concrete places, but the 8th transported Silas back to Earth? Or did it not? I didn't get the Nico (Niko?) situation from the earlier episodes... sounded like Earth tho. Where else is one supposed to hear "bloody hell". Then again Silas didn't touch the link stone. So can the voice entities transport living beings without all this sorcery with portals and just open the pathways wherever they please and wherever to? They honestly sound more and more like the Good Neighbours. Are we getting fairies? Does my "Lizzy had an encounter with the faery folk while growing up" theory have some grounds?

Wow, so much plot development in a single episode, yay!

[moonspirit]

Oh, another writer ask game, I'm in! I'm glad you rb it :3 💫🌈🦋🌿🍉🎀(yep, again, because your writing is amazin!)🎈💝🤍💥🎙️💋💌

OMG WAIT, I SCHEDULED THIS SOMETIME LAST WEEK TO POST LATER BUT THEN THERE WAS THAT OTHER ASK GAME AND I FORGOT TO DELETE THIS ONE WEOFIHWEIFUHWEIJ-

GODDAMNIT. aNYWAYS. Now I can't delete it #_#

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback? Any and all comments, really! I'm a crumb person and easy to please, you can send me a heart and I will have enough motivation to write the next chapter xD However I do especially like it when people find the symbolism or thematic relevances that I incorporate :3 Makes me feel like "yeah, I did good this time. good job me."

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with? Recently I've posted everything I've written, so... there's nothing nobody won't know. However I did struggle with that whole bonfire dancing scene in TFLM.

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic? Since I'm currently only writing AruAni, I feel like making Armin smart is a really fucking hard job xD For his character development, I need him to use his stellar brains, but that means I gotta make him use his stellar brains... and... T^T yeah, I worry a lot that readers will find what ultimately happens sounds silly/not clever enough.

🌿how does creating make you feel? VERY satisfied! Incredibly so! Makes me happy to write and post and share what I've created with people :3

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life? My fics are all a representation of things I want in my life, both the big and small. For example, in Chap 3 of VBEOW, Armin and Annie share hot chocolate in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning; that kind of comfortable intimacy and quiet shared space is something I also crave. Another example is in the very first part of the series where Annie gets Armin to cry and grieve - it's a reflection of the fact that I too want to care for someone in that kind of way. xD This is prolly TMI xD Sorry xD

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing Hmmm. Okay Moon, so, I'm very glad you started this series, tho it wasn't planned, it has made you very happy and you're managing to fill canon timeskips with something that is hopefully, making readers happy too.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change? I'm really not sure xD I think it's mostly consistent thus far (?)

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? I believe Falling into Neptune was received better than I expected. I hadn't written anything that intense in a very long time, so I was pleasantly surprised when it got a hotter reaction than I was expecting. It made me realize I can create tension without making the characters take off their clothes -- a fact I am a bit proud of T^T Sorry.

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"? Hmmm. So Time Falls like Moonlight is a mammoth of a story to get through, but I put a whole lot of thematic depiction in this (it literally has 10+ scenes) and maybe it is the fact that it's very long and also that it's got a sequel already going on, so it feels like people have glossed over it. But oh well xD I'm happy with the reactions I have received :3

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it. The Lamplighter, Tokyo Ghoul. A fic about the relationship between Amon and his foster father Donato, with a slightly supernatural/fantasy twist, but still remains true to canon. It has very little kudos or interaction but I expected that, because people usually come to read romantic pairing fics and this is strictly a father-son fic. I still really like it though, it's probably badly written for the me of today's POV, but it's got a special place in my heart xD

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of? O_O Oh.. uh...that's a thing? xD I totally didn't know! But what works for a pod-fic tho? Dialogue heavy fics? Action/emotional monologue heavy fics? Maybe everything works? In which case... anything really T_T I'd be over the moon (pun intended)

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer? If they want to reply back, sure! Most of them do these days, tho there are fics I've left comments on recently which were written one or two years ago, and the authors are prolly busy with their lives. But I'm always happy to read their replies, no matter when that is :3!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! Oh, okay! Chapter 5 of VBEOW spoilers:

When done, she glances at Pieck who's still sitting on her stool, motionless and staring off into space, wet hair sticking to her back and shoulders, and a handful of shampoo resting on her knee, facing palm up.  "Pieck?"  "Hm?" "Are you not feeling… uh, want to go back?" "No," Pieck hums softly. She raises her cupped palm up. "Need to shampoo my hair but I'm feeling a little too tired." Annie lets her eyes roam over her deflated frame. Pieck, always buoyant and carefree, now limp and lifeless, and she’s never seen her like this before.

Thanks for the ask, tho this was completely an accident post #_#

[keithal]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written :)

oh hello! beloved enterprisery this is my fave game to do of all time, so thank u for this :D three things before we get into it: (1) out of respect for u, the first two will be iwtv fics, (2) most of these are my least popular works LMAO and (3) this got pretty long. sorry abt that.

hell and you: modern day devils minion w old man daniel and armand. sometimes i forget how much i like this fic and then i'll remember "i wrote a fic abt armand being daniel's sugar daddy, LOL." it's very funny to me personally. i especially love this bit i threw in:

He fills the apartment with the smell of his cologne and something underneath that it can’t quite mask. A smell like water left to stand too long or flowers left too long in a vase.

i like the idea of vampires smelling like death. i can forgive this tho bc i think in the later installments of the vc anne rice said vampires smell like mayo? which is ... well. at least much more attention-grabbing than what i did.

damn these vampires: an armandaniel fic that takes place immediately after the season finale. this fic was majorly inspired by a thought that woke me up from deep sleep. armand and daniel have history. armand (i'm guessing) blocked daniel's memories. but didn't wipe them. daniel can't access them, but they're still there. so how funny would it be if daniel was jealous of louis being w armand but has no fucking idea why.

He smokes one on his walk back to the penthouse, thinking of how he had stood there in the aftermath, staring at Rashid—Armand—hovering over them like fucking Mary Poppins, his hand interlocked with Louis’s, and—instead of doing what a Pulitzer-winning, seasoned journalist of his caliber should’ve been doing in the face of being this royally fucked over—absurdly, inexplicably, Daniel noted the position of Armand’s thumb: on top.

i make myself laugh.

keep on keeping on, dean winchester: deancas s13 au where jack is a baby. i can't actually think of a part of it that stands out without any context (which, in my opinion, is a good sign), but i can say that i enjoy this part quite a bit:

Friday morning, as they’re making their way through the sticks toward the interstate, Sam says, “Hey, guess what I bought,” and holds up a dusty Sing-A-Long CD. “Fuck no,” Dean says. “We are not listening to Metallica all the way to Sioux Falls with a baby in the back.” “He likes it! Right, Jack?” he calls over his shoulder. Jack makes an incandescent gurgling sound. “See? Kid knows any music made after 1979 sucks ass.” “Singing in early childhood is important, Dean. It helps kids with language development, memory, and emotional regulation, and it entrains their social visual behavior.” “Thanks, Spock. You’re the pride of the Federation.” “Dean.” “Dude, I’m just saying, we can entrain his social visual behavior with the classics. We don’t need that baby crap. It’s the 21st century. All we need is Zep, Cash, some AC/DC—”

i worked really hard to capture dean's voice--like, harder than i've ever worked to scrub my own voice from a piece of writing. the amount of references and sayings in this bitch? sheesh.

i'm also very happy with how the relationship btwn jack and dean developed. one person who commented made a very intelligent observation that even i hadn't realized: i made dean see himself in jack. and it makes sense, doesn't it? jack's mom died bc of the supernatural; he wasn't allowed to process this loss at all; and he was left in the care of a father who'd lost a spouse. a father whose grief made him mean and treated his son like an object (hence the "it" pronouns used in the beginning).

anyway! very happy w how it turned out :)

long live the kingslayer: an elriel mission fic. i've spoken abt it like. a million times by now. and i still love it <3 there's just so much real estate to work w when it comes to elain. she's so underdeveloped that anything u say abt her is almost always pure conjecture. it was so much fun to take a character i loved so dearly and write a story where she was never punished for being who she is.

i'm still very fond of this part in particular:

“Wait,” he said before she could leave. His voice was nearly as hesitant as his expression, flickering between uncertainty and a strange, boyish shyness that was captivating on him. He reached into his leathers—where, she couldn’t know—and pulled out a small container. “Here,” he said, placing it in her hands. She opened it. Inside was a smelly, yellow ointment. “A salve,” he explained, “for your hands.” An unnameable feeling seized her. She hadn’t thought he noticed, never dared mention it out of fear of what he’d think, and this whole time he’d been carrying this salve with him. A salve for her hands. It was a terrible idea. She knew it as soon as it came to her, but she grabbed Azriel by the ears anyway, drew him down to her height, and kissed his cheek. She felt his skin go warm, and she imagined how surprised he must look, how shy. When she pulled back, she saw that his face was indeed dark with color, avoiding her gaze. Simultaneously pleased at her reaction and embarrassed by it. He was magical, she thought, and she loved him dearly. Loved him so much that it broke her heart. “Thank you,” she said. “This will be invaluable.” Finally, a smile from him. Unable to resist it, she brushed the back of her hand over his cheek, fond, and said, “I’ll leave you to rest.”

a lot of acotar fans hate it when ppl write azriel to be soft and shy and not particularly dark at all. me, personally? i think that’s boring. azriel was born into an abusive and violent home and suffered unimaginable torture at a very young age. he developed powers meant to protect him from the horror of his daily life, and those powers made him a great spymaster/torturerer. but it's so obvious that azriel hates his position within the court. he's starved of intimacy and tenderness. he has an extremely reserved and kind nature. it's a much more meaningful to have a character like that find someone who recognizes his gentleness and desire for gentleness in him and offers it to him. those characteristics don't make him any less of a man.

god never wrote a good play in his life: a god/chuck character study written in second person. i genuinely don't know how the toxic sibling relationship btwn amara and chuck doesn't make more people absolutely fucking insane. this story is chuck-centered, obviously, but i don't think anyone realizes WHY i did that. i don't like chuck! i didn't like writing from his perspective! i did it bc all of supernatural is chuck-centered. even when it isn't quote-unquote "his" story, it's still his. the point of the whole thing is for the reader to do what chuck/the show doesn't: break out of what's being told to u! look at the other characters! namely, look at amara.

chuck tries to scrub her from the story completely. the fic is 3k long, yet chuck doesn't mention amara at ALL unless she's onscreen. and even when she is onscreen, we can't trust a fucking thing he says! as exemplified here:

Maybe that wasn’t how it happened. Maybe you and your Sister were perfectly capable of creation. It would be absurd if you weren’t. Surely it wasn’t possible that you couldn’t create anything together. If you were in harmony, that should have implied you, together, would excel at it. She was an eccentric mind, designing balls of gas and entire solar systems that resembled you, right where all your rings met. (The most terrifying thing She came up with was the collapse of a star, where it became a gaping black mouth that swallowed everything in sight. You and I, She explained, perfectly in balance.) You were far less excitable, putting all your focus into the one planet you’d claimed as your own, but as you watched Her in those moments, you privately invented jealousy. Maybe you were lying about the lying. Perhaps They did give you counsel in a lapse of generosity, and your essence catapulted as you realized you would have to choose. Or possibly that day went like every other. Maybe She never met Them, and you only met Them much later, once you had shoehorned Them into part of your story. So instead of revelations and sacrifices, your Sister told you about centripetal force as you floated, listening, your rings spinning in slow, lazy circles, and you told Her about how little you cared for all this science and math She liked so much. Where is the pathos? you asked, and She sighed much as an exasperated older Sister should, and you realized that you loved Her very much. Or maybe you didn’t.

WHY? why is that? it's because the longer she's in the story, the worse chuck looks.

amara loved chuck from beginning to fucking end. she was born loving him. she chose him, always, over and over again. and chuck knew this! he used it! he would dangle the possibility of him finally loving her back to get her to do what he wanted. and what does chuck do abt this? abt his story, the first to ever exist? he recreates it. michael & lucifer; cain & abel; dean and sam (all men, curiously). to ... what? prove that he isn't the only brother to have not loved his sibling back? that in his position, u would've done the same?

i could talk abt that fic all day. best thing i've ever written.

[taegularities]

Hi Rid! I finally had the time to finish cmi10 yesterday! Feels nice to be on track, cause the last time I was doing a marathon to reach to the latest chapter…part 10 however is so sweet and raw in emotions that my heart kept doing somersaults all throughout as I read through. Especially the part where he drops THE question! Another thing I think I’ve grown fond of is the mid-sex convos shared between him and oc, like he’s being cocky and teasing her but then also showering her with so much love (words and schlong both lol).

I don’t have anything to ask for the amc (maybe I should brainstorm and come again another time), although I did think of something to ask you. What is your preferred trope when it comes to reading or writing? For me f2l is the winning trope and s(2f)2l is a close second. But I think one of the tropes that’s least of my liking is probably e2l. I think I’m not exactly someone who loves the protagonists being hostile and then developing a relationship afterward and some of the works I’ve read in the category mostly have the characters being inherently toxic to each other at first so it doesn’t play out nice to me and I wonder if the dynamics of their relationship will also be filled with sass and no room for understanding. Or maybe since I’m an angst girlie and the genres I mostly read within my fav tropes already have credible angst in them already so I expect them to share a sense of optimistic platonic relationship before lmao..I’d love to know your opinion tho! 🫶

words and schlong both lmaooo you're so right 😂 and i'm so glad you're caught up now, like now you'll finally be able to understand my lil random posts lolll. somersaults is all i wanted!! and it's about to get so much rawer and sweeter.. i really can't wait to show you what's been brewing in my google docs 👁

if you came up with an amc thing in the meantime, feel free to shoot! lol but about your other question: i absolutely adoooore writing s2l and bf2l/childhood f2l. so yeah, the same as you, i'd say!! like i love the familiarity between two characters in f2l fics, but i prefer s2l when one of the characters has a secret or literally just anything that's unveiled bit by bit, does that make sense? i also get your stance on e2l, i've heard that opinion before and totally understand. i do enjoy e2l fics, but i also realised how hard that trope really is... very difficult to get right, and very easy to butcher, so kudos to everyone who manages to create a masterpiece around that trope!! :')

[khaleesiofalicante]

"Let me say it plain: I loved someone and I failed at it. Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife" -Nicole Homer

Me looking at my Pinterest full of family issues quotes: ....it's for my writing I swear!!! Most of the time tho...

Get yourself a man who can Rafael 😍 and no that's not a typo

“We can’t,” Achilles Blackthorn called loudly. “We can’t simply forget our past just because we’re uncomfortable with it.” Achilles Blackthorn everyone 💙💙

*TID flashbacks*

I often forget just how unhinged Simon's life was kdvdkdnd

“So, our plan is a simple one then,” Lexi said and took her sword out. “That bitch needs to die.” I am begging you at this point

YES CLARY!! TELL THEM OUT!!

"There is a difference between mercy and stupidity," Anjali said before she left. "Remember that." This scene was so fricking complex on the way I would side with all of them that killing her is the answer, but seeing Max's POV on why he won't do it is just.... Wow. I love when stories make me think and reflect so much😍 the guilt he would have to carry for the rest of his inmortal life, and not really having nothing to do with Mallory, but with killing someone, even if it's the "best solution". And also coming from Max... God, I could do a whole analysis!!!

How could you be centuries old and never have killed anyone?

How bizarre. How unbelievable.

How fucking cool.

Magnus mf Bane💙💙💙

“You always ask for a lot,” Max mumbled. “Next time ask for a pony or something.”

“Oh, I would love a pony!” bapak said gleefully. “But for today, I think I’ll settle for my son’s humanity.”

THIS QUOTE HIT ME LIKE A TRAIN HOLY SHIT😭😭

"Don’t be afraid to be a little stupid and a lot kind.” Ngl, this will be my new motto

CAN I SAY ONCE AGAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE CLARY???😍😍 Women definitely get shit done!!!

Every time I read How could he forget that? I loose a little bit of myself 🙂

David knew, when he had fallen for Max, he must have fallen for Max’s kindness. Totally fine over here. Just looking for a therapist once in a while:))

"I have no claim to the seashell. Not anymore," David interrupted. "It belongs to Mallory. She is your equal."

"Maybe so," Max hummed. "But you are my everything."

I feel like a kid at the beach picking seashells, but I am picking favorite quotes to take them with me and make a cute little something 🥰 (yeah, I don't care about the irony of it)

THERE HAS TO BE S WAY TO GET THEM BACK!!! I WON'T LISTEN TO ANYTHING ELSE!!

Because shame was everything he knew growing up. At this point I am 90% filled with rage for the Devlins and Albert 😔

I need Magnus to come to my life and say some wise shit like this and make me reconsider my whole life, please 🥰

ANOTHER ONE!!!

“Who you are is a choice,” Magnus whispered. “Make your choice, David.” LITERAL CHILLS OMG KSHSJDJDJ

HE IS BACK!!! HE IS BACK!!? OMG JSHSKDBKDDN. I want you to know I developed the ability to read this on my way home from school and this made me want to scream on my bus lmaoo

My fave twins😍

Look. If someone was going to do stupid shit, it must as well be her. She did her stupid shit carefully. I can't argue with her tbh...

You better stay away from Catarina or I am throwing hands!!!

Literally me 10 seconds before the dots begin connecting: WHAT A MF MINUTE👀

IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW!!!! CHAPTER 1!!!! OTHER MAX!!!! THE FAMILIAR BLUE EYES!!!! OTHER MAX!!!! HOLY SHIT WHAT A PLOT TWIST!!!!

Dear Annie who figured everything out on the first chapter: can you marry me like, yesterday?💍

Please have this edit that gives me 💯 Mallory vibes