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toshis-puppycat · 4 years ago

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Hello Again Part Five

A/n: I am so sorry this took forever for me to post, I don't always feel amazing and its been hitting a little too hard recently But here I am again! Its good to be writing for Toshinori too, I've missed writing for him 👉👈 I hope yall enjoy and commissions are still open! Thank you all so much for being patient with me! <3

Summary: It hurt, remembering. And unfortunately danger was coming.

Ashido looked incredibly excited seeing the big three. You could see the dots connecting in their heads about them. Even Yaoyorozu said what you knew they were all thinking 'Still in school, but practically pros already. They're the students they should be chasing after.'

From what you'd heard about these students, they were that good. You could see them saving people already. You'd also heard about their previous sports festivals. Ahem, Togatas approach to things because of his quirk certainly made things interesting to watch. (I.e. when they showed you the footage you looked away mildly embarrassed at how Togata had to strip down for his quirk). But getting the title of "The Big Three" takes hard work, and you knew that because of it these students worked especially hard to achieve that.

"Get to it. Introduce yourselves briefly." Aizawa said, beginning to point at one of the students. "Let's start with Amajiki."

The boy gave an intense look to the class, one that you could tell scared them as they all sat a little straighter in their seats. He started shaking and quietly talked to the others. "Its no good. You two go. I just can't. Even if I try to imagine them as potatoes, I can see their human bodies. I know that they're still people. No words are coming out. My minds blank and my mouth is dry." You could tell the other students were confused as he shook. "I can't say anything. I wanna… go home." He finished turning to face the wall. You could definitely understand that part. You were mentally begging to check out yourself. The lack of sleep along with the overall stress still affecting you was a lot. But you were going to hold out. You'd sleep later. You were barely paying attention to the students talking, well mostly Hado asking a ton of questions to all the students. It was rather cute of her, she sounded like she should in your opinion. Young, without the major stress involved with being a hero since she's still a student she only gets the glimpses, and nothing has been severe enough recently. Only All Mights last battle, and well you tried not thinking about that tidbit. You tried not thinking about All Might at all. You only checked back in as Togata told the class that they had to fight him, all at once. You all made your way to the gym, watching him stretch and prepare. Although you didn't know much about the third years, you could tell the students weren't taking it seriously. They have fought pros, and they've fought legitimate villains. But right now that didn't matter. They needed to see the ones that are close enough to the level of pros. The ones they have to strive to be. At least Midoryia was taking it seriously. You knew he felt like he was missing a lot. And he wanted to strive to be better (like someone else you knew), you pushed the thought away, just as he rushed Togata. You blinked slowly at the sight. Was that… his clothing just falling off? Hmm, no wonder he stripped before doing anything during the sports festival. Poor Jiro, and well all the students. You remembered how red your face was seeing All- you had to push that thought away. That was slightly embarrassing for both of you, and well… again you didn't want to think about him right now. You felt your heart throb. You missed him. You didn't pay much attention to the actual fighting. It hurt. It hurt thinking about him. You bit your lip. It wouldn't do well to break down in front of everyone. You were strong, so you grit your teeth and pushed the feelings down. You could see Togata beating the crop out of all the students. Few were still standing. Now they were taking it more seriously. This kid put in hard work to be able to get everything down to a pat. Midoriya did well though, predicting exactly where Togata would be. But it wasn't enough, as all of them ended up defeated. Togata would have to work on that predictable part of his attacks. Villains would kill for someone that predictable, and although it took Midoryia actually analyzing the situation, a smart villain would do the same eventually. Or they would listen to someone who could do what Midoriya does. And it could get him killed. He was fast, but an unfortunate reality was that eventually, he wouldn't be fast enough. Someone would be faster, and it won't end well. Permeation. It was actually a good quirk to have with the right training, and well the spirit that Togata has as well. To be fair any quirk would be a good quirk to have, especially with the right help on how to train it. It was why you're a hero. You learned as much as you could, trained like hell, and overall just did your best. You turned everything you experienced into the power you showcase whenever you used your quirk.

"Let's get back to class now. Say "thank you"." Aizawa said. All the students yelled it happily. They were beyond excited at the prospect of work studies. Before the three third years left, you ran after them.

"Togata!" They all turned at you.

"Oh cool! You're that hero that disappeared 20 years ago right? How'd that happen? How are you feeling now?" Hado asked you hurriedly. You gave a smile.

"I'm doing just fine now." A lie, but you weren't telling children what you were feeling. No matter how close they felt to you in age. "Togata, I've got a favor to ask."

"I can help however I can!" He exclaimed. Easily giving you a blinding smile.

"You're interning under Sir Nighteye, right?" You asked.

"Yup, I sure do!"

"Great. The next time you're planning on heading over to see him, mind if I tag along? Eraserhead mentioned to me that he might need a healer on his end for things." You asked.

"I sure can ma'am." He replied easily, still giving a carefree smile.

"Great! I'll see you when that happens then alright?"You smiled at the group. "You guys are doing amazing, and Amajiki it's alright to be anxious. Just remember you have support available for you alright?"

"Y-yes ma'am." He replied, hunched over.

You ran back over to the first years leaving the gym. Trailing behind them, you finally succeeded pushing away the negative feeling at least.

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In the safety of your own room you allowed yourself to finally relax. You were still trying to hold back though. The day was long, and it was difficult to not just break down again. Everything was just hitting you too hard. Thrown into the future, everyone busy and you still having feelings for All Might but him… he moved on. Of course everyone would. You were gone for 20 years. But it hurt. It… it hurt so much. You felt the tears gather in your eyes and sobbed. Your whole body was shaking, and you weren't breathing in properly almost hyperventilating at how hurt you were. The feeling wasn't going away for even a moment. You could just feel more agony, you wished. You really wished that he didn't move on. That you weren't thrown so far into the future. That your childhood friend didn't abuse his children and wife so severely. You wished that you were just better than you actually were. Alas you were just you, you were thrown in time. And you couldn't reverse it.

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As the days passed it was getting harder to avoid him. You kept walking out whenever he would walk in. You really couldn't handle being near him. You were just avoiding the eventual confrontation that would happen. Avoiding him telling you he was Midoryias father. And then you especially wanted to avoid the press coming to U.A. all together. They could… probably figure something out, and you didn't trust the press too much. You didn't want to see something portraying you as some young gold digger hero trying to ride the coattails of a more experienced pro. You weren't trying to do that at all. You were a good hero on your own. But not a lot of people knew about how you showed up. It could easily be figured out with research, but even then it could still be spun around as such. Or the public view of you could turn to that even if it's not said or even hinted at. You cut your thoughts off. It would do no good to dwell on it. Not when the guest came in.

"Don't worry on my account, Mr. Aizawa. I wanna get a feel for what dorm life is really like, so there's no need for them to act any differently from normal." Was all you heard as you walked by, giving a polite nod to the reporter and exiting the dorms.

Avoid it. Don't even think about it. Ignore it until you could be alone. Don't let anyone see you break. You needed to be strong.

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You didn't really need anything, you left to mostly wander around. Get a true look at Musutafu and how it's changed over the years. Everything was looking a little better, people were safer. 'Toshi did a good job protecting everyone.' You thought. A symbol of peace didn't exist when you were a kid, just heros doing their best. He truly changed the game for what heros could do. But it wasn't all good was it? You could feel it, the way certain people were staring, how they interacted. There was some underlying tension between people. It was subtle but you learned early to read things like that (you tried forgetting how you learned that, not good to think about that right now). Today you were going to figure out what happened with Kotaro. You needed to know if he was okay. If he was able to be happy, if he was able to become who he wanted to be. You really hoped he was able to. Then you could see him! And spoil him the way you had planned when you were younger. And you could apologize to him. You could finally make it up to him. For missing out on so many things for him. All you had to do was look.

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You made your way to the detective you'd talked to when you first came to. He was honestly the only one you could talk to in your opinion. He knew you already and understood that you were, by all means, a time traveler, so you trusted him. Toshi trusted him too. Don't think about it. You walked into the police station. You were going to be just fine. You were thankfully easily able to get his attention.

"Ah hello y/l/n. Its good to see you."

"Hello Detective. It's good to see you too." You replied. You stood by awkwardly, watching as he began sorting through paperwork. "I uh know we don't know each other that well. And this might be awkward but I need to ask for your help." You continued. He turned towards you a little panicked, (He knew you were avoiding Toshinori, mostly because the man himself came to him panicked about it, and well you looked exhausted) you didn't register that though, looking down at your feet. "I know we don't know each other that well. But… I really need your help to find someone." You clenched your fists. "He means a lot to me and he was hurting so much before I disappeared. I need to apologize." You looked up at Naomasa with pleading eyes. "I need to apologize to him Naomasa." He looked a little awkward at that.

"I can't help you like that." He said, and you looked away. "I can let you know if I ever hear about him though. It won't look good if I give out his address. But I can keep an eye out for you and let you know." He put a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him again. "I'll help as much as possible, just give me the name I need to keep an ear out for."

"Shimura!" You exclaimed in excitement, not seeing how Naomasa froze. "Its Shimura Kotaro!"

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It was easy to get you to leave after he said he'd help you find Kotaro. He… he couldn't tell you what happened to him though. Not now. Not when you looked at him like that. And you just barely knew about Shigaraki. Plus it was too shocking to know you knew Nanas son. He could hold off on telling you for now. Just so he could figure out how he could. He hoped you didn't figure it out before then. And well… he had to tell Toshinori you knew his mentors kid. How the hell was he going to do that?

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You were walking back with a little more skip in your step. More excitement than when you left the dorms. Naomasa said he'd help you! You would see Kotaro again. You'd be able to hug him with all the love you had in your heart. Things were finally going to be looking up for you. Finally, things will go right! Just then someone ran past you, and you heard someone cry out "My son!" And everything stopped. There were villains you truly believed could be successful if they had gotten help. But you drew the line when it involved children. You knew how devastating it was to be hurt so young. You immediately began chasing after the person who ran past you, flicking your wrist to have water rush to the child in their arms. They stopped running, pressing a knife against the young boys neck, as they turned towards you.

"Don't think I won't cut him you dumb bitch!" They yelled. They didn't notice the water. And they probably thought you were just some civilian trying to play hero. You narrowed your eyes at them.

"You don't have to hurt them-" they cut you off.

"If you come closer I'll slit their throat!" They snarled at you, the child in their arms was sobbing. Absolutely struggling to contain their tears.

"Its gonna be alright kid. I'm here to keep you safe alright?" You said to them. They looked at you and their lips were wobbling. You gave a reassuring smile. "Besides. They're not a cool villain at all are they? Their situational awareness sucks." The villain narrowed their eyes at you and was about to start screaming again, when you finally made the water move forward fully and covered the little boy in their arms. The blade wasn't even able to touch his skin. Not even a little nick as you forced the child out of their arms and into yours. The villain gaped at you, then tried to turn and run. But you already made sure they were trapped by another flow of water, plus using their own blood to hold them back.

The boy was sobbing in your arms and the mother was finally able to catch up to you, sobbing and reaching out. The boy was able to drop in her arms instantly, with a wobbly voice calling out "mom!" She thanked you profusely after that, and you both waited for police to show up. And you were almost scolded, until they realized you had your license and Naomasa greeted you by calling out your hero name. You and the mother gave your statements as they arrested the person who tried kidnapping the little boy. Kidnapping was a strong word though, they just knew it'd be harder for anyone to catch them if they ran with a kid in their arms. Afterwards you were going to walk off, but a tug at your shirt stopped you. A small hand clutching the lower half of your shirt. He had a small scrape on that hand.

"Thank you for saving me, Ms. Siren." His voice was still wobbly, still shaken up. But he was giving you a bright smile. The mother was smiling at you both, with a grateful smile on her lips and mouthing her own thanks to you.

"Kid, I've gotta thank you too! You were so brave!" You said, crouching down to get a better look at him. "Can I show you a little trick?" You asked, gently grabbing his scraped hand. He gave you a confused nod, but his eyes lit up seeing you create a flow of water and covering his hand with it. Any stinging he felt in his hand vanished in an instant, and his eyes widened in glee.

"Whoa… Ms. Siren you've got the coolest quirk!" He yelled. You didn't see it. But someone walking by saw you heal that little boy, and you didn't know it, but he was working for Overhaul. You wouldn't really know it until much later, unfortunately. But you went back to the dorms, running into the reporter who was just leaving and giving a respectful bow to him. You were safe at the moment. Unknowing of what was about to happen, and how your life was about to change again.

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"Boss." A voice called out, getting the attention of a man holding a little girl covered in bandages. He nodded in acknowledgement. "There's a new hero out and about. But I think she'd be quite useful to us." He said. The other man passed the little girl off to another person, gesturing them to take her to her room.

"I'm listening."

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hrina · 5 years ago

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hi 🥰 so i recently hit 20k followers which is crazy tbh. in honour of reaching that milestone, i was thinking of doing a fic celebration instead of just a regular follow forever. so here i am hehehehe

underneath the cut, i’ve come up with 40 prompts. feel free to choose a prompt that inspires u and write a little something based on it. here are a few tidbits of information if ur interested in participating:

- anyone can take part in this. we don’t have to be mutuals or anything like that! - u can pick multiple prompts if u want! go crazy lol - with that being said, u can also come up with ur own if none of mine inspire u! because lets face it this is my first time doing this so they probably aren’t that great sfjsfnsjfsnfs - i think i’ll make the minimum word count 500 words, just to keep things simple. there will be no maximum word count tho, so if u wanna write a longer piece, go ahead! - there’s no due date for this! writing under pressure can be stressful and i don’t wanna add any more anxiety to ur lives lol, so take all the time u need! - all genres of writing are accepted! fluff, angst, smut, etc. - feel free to tag me in ur work! and also, use the tag #majorharry20k bc that’s what i’ll be tracking to keep up with any submissions :) - since the tags are kinda fucked up on tumblr dot com, please don’t hesitate to send ur piece to me via DM as well if u want! i wanna make sure i catch everything, that way i can reblog it with my thoughts and praises hehe 💌

also, i won’t be accepting anything involving cheating, abuse, or any other unethical tropes. this is meant to be a fun challenge so let’s keep it that way!

i’m super excited, and i hope that u guys are interested in taking part if u have the time! thanks again for following me and being my pals, it means the world <3

also: thanks to @harryforbode for the banner! its super cute em

1. “That is by far the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

2. “Are you going to release me anytime soon, or…?”

3. “Our water bill is going to be through the roof after this.”

4. “You’re lying. I can tell when you’re looking at me like that.”

5. “What part of ‘we broke up’ don’t you understand?”

6. “Should—should we kiss?”

7. “Can you please just do this one thing for me?”

8. “Open up.”

9. “They don’t know, and I’d like to keep it that way for a little while longer.”

10. “Not now. We’re in public.”

11. “Found it in your drawer. Why were you hiding it from me?”

12. “Well, don’t stop on my account.”

13. “Either say what you came here to say or leave.”

14. “What’s in the bag?”

15. “Fuck—what should we do?”

16. “You can’t keep doing this to me. It’s not fair.”

17. “I know what I want.”

18. “This song always makes me…you know.”

19. “Are you being sincere, or is this just another one of your lies?”

20. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

21. “Can you just shut up for one second?”

22. “I don’t know—I just didn’t feel that spark.”

23. “Great. I’m soaked.”

24. “This won’t work unless you stay still.”

25. “How much do I owe you?”

26. “Pay attention to me.”

27. “Your hands are soft.”

28. “Do you love me?”

29. “Stop looking at me like that.”

30. “You’re making this so much harder than it has to be.”

31. “Well, maybe I don’t want to just be your friend.”

32. “How about you get off my dick?”

33. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

34. “You’re nothing like him.”

35. “If you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

36. “I know you’re busy, but…can we talk?”

37. “Do you want to play a game?”

38. “I’m pretty good at minding my own business. You should try it sometime.”

39. “What does it feel like?”

40. “Cover up, please.”

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andiandyandee · 5 years ago

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We Are Going to Be Friends Pt. 8

Check it out, I finished the stupid chapter, and it’s not even angsty. (Or in other words, the chapter where we establish that Roman and Logan are completely hopeless and also Logan is soft (tm)

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Heres the last part

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Let me know if you want tagged! Please Reblog this, without reblogs I don’t get feedback and without feedback you can expect fewer chapters because I’m less motivated to write.

Anyway here’s the fic:

By the time they actually finished working through Remus’s English work, it was dark outside, and the crowd downstairs had grown considerably. Where there had at one point been only a few, there were now easily twenty teenagers downstairs. When Logan and Remus walked into the living room, the crowd was, in fact, singing broadway songs. Remus adamantly refused to join in, and Logan didn’t know them, so he too just watched them sing, slightly bemused. Once they had ordered pizza, 10 of them, as a matter of fact, the songs died down and the whole group was mostly just laying around, several conversations happening at once. Logan wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, occasionally making a quip or answering a question, but mostly just curled up on the couch, glad to be anywhere but at his parents' house.

His relaxation was cut short by Kai flopping down on the couch next to him, his head in Logan’s lap.

“Give me attention.” Kai groaned, shifting uncomfortably. Logan instinctively started playing with his hair, which is what he usually did with Alex when she got like this, but he couldn’t help noticing the way Kai was grimacing as he tried to get comfortable.

“Are you… In pain?” Logan asked quietly, handing Kai a pillow to help elevate his back a bit.

“Oh. Wait, give me less attention than that.” Logan raised an eyebrow, “It’s fine, just EDS.” Kai replied, obviously hoping Logan would either be too embarrassed to ask or too proud to admit he didn’t know something.

“Oh, do you have your braces? Or pain meds you need to take? I would be willing to get them for you.” Kai looked at him, mostly shocked, but also confused.

“You know what EDS is? How do you know I even wear braces, maybe I don’t.”

“Yes, I am vaguely familiar with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, as a member of my typical social group also has it, though theirs is the vascular kind, rather than the classic type you appear to have. And based on the constant bruises to your hands, wrists, elbows, which are all in the shape of typical bracing equipment, along with the fact that you regularly wear long sleeves or gloves to hide your braces when you do wear them,” Kai made a face at that, “plus you are, currently, wearing a knee brace, I thought it might be an easy jump to make.” Logan had kept his voice so low, it was unlikely even Remus, the closest to the pair, could hear them.

“My meds would be great, but I don’t want them to see me in my braces. I’ll put them on before I go to sleep.” Logan pinched his face up, but with the benefit of being exceptionally tall, he also had a far longer reach than most, which meant he easily grabbed Kai’s bag, handing it to him.

“These people are your friends, you know. They wouldn’t mind you wearing something to make you more comfortable. It’s not embarrassing to show that your strength sometimes needs a little help.”

“Don’t you mean it’s not embarrassing to show weakness?” Kai grumbled, sitting up.

“Did I say it’s not embarrassing to show weakness? I don’t think I did. It’s horribly embarrassing to show weakness, I would know.” He grinned conspiratorially at Kai’s confusion, “Remus saw me cry like an infant less than 12 hours after meeting me. This,” Logan gestured at the braces and pills in Kai’s bag, ignoring the way Kai looked at him when he admitted that little tidbit of information, “this is not weakness. It is incredible, but vulnerable, strength. And there is no shame in them knowing that you are strong, even if you need braces to, as my acquaintance October would say, ‘kick someone’s ass’.” Kai turned slightly red, mumbled something about kicking his ass if he didn’t stop with the feelings, and pulled his wrist and hand braces out of his bag.

Kai had eventually gone back to the floor, now trying and failing to flirt with a girl Logan didn’t know but thought might be named Lauren. Remus had moved closer to Logan, leaning against the couch and was occasionally making subdued quips about something ridiculous. Mostly just random facts or commentary on the things the group was doing.

“Lo! What music do you listen to?” Roman was holding his phone, clearly looking for something to put on. Logan turned red, realizing that pretty much any song he enjoyed would not work with this crowd as it did with his usual acquaintances.

“I.. don’t think any songs on my average playlist would be suitable for this particular group of people.” Roman nodded, as if that made sense.

“Ah, Logan likes that pg-13 music. Should have guessed that.” Logan rolled his eyes, but Roman put on Fall Out Boy with a smirk, and Logan shrugged.

“My typical music tastes are a little more.. riot starting than this, but sure.” Roman raised an eyebrow at that comment, and then grinned in a way not unlike Remus’s smile, too wide, a little maniacal.

“Logan Whatever-Your-Middle-Name-Is Starr I refuse to believe you have ever, once in your life been involved in a riot. You’re definitely a ‘Use Your Words’ kind of guy.” Logan replied, without thinking, with the same joke his friend group made every time someone said they ‘seemed like the type to use their words.’

“Urine Speaks Louder Than Words,” and then, as if they weren’t already the exact opposite of what the group expected, he followed it up with, “Besides, cops, Nazis, bigots, and assholes all respond better to being kicked in the face.” The chunk of the group who was listening all had wide eyes, but Remus was trying to hold back tears. He was laughing so hard he wasn’t making noise, just tiny, wheezing breaths every few seconds. “I uh... Mean... yes, certainly, a debate is the reasonable course of action to achieve our goals.”

“Remind me to not piss you off.” Roman squeaked, his cheeks and ears a little red. Logan, who was trying to avoid eye contact, took this as fear, and immediately went to assure Roman that he would not hurt him, but then somebody got the idea to play truth or dare, which Logan politely declined participation in, which mean of course he was now sitting in a circle on the floor playing.

“Logan! Truth or Dare?” Dahlia asked with the slightly evil grin most of the group had when asking Logan or Roman to do anything. He had a feeling they were trying to accomplish something, though Logan could not for the life of him figure out what it was.

“Oh, Dare, I suppose.” Logan shrugged. So far they had dared him to demonstrate his “Strength” by lifting Roman bridal style, had him recite Shakespearean sonnets dramatically, and sing “Fall for You” which was a little too emo for Logan, but several of the group seemed to know. The truths were far more awkward, like asking him his favorite eye color, which was brown, his sexuality, which was queer with no more specifics, if he had any crushes, which he had admitted he hadn’t thought about and did not have an answer for.

“Let me do your makeup!” She demanded, already pulling a makeup bag from behind her.

“That’s fine, I suppose. Are you planning on using foundation or eyeliner?” She nodded

“Yeah, probably. I have some lighter foundation I use on Elliot sometimes.” Logan rolled his eyes, Grabbing his own bag.

“That won't be necessary, we can use mine. I’m far paler than Elliot. And much cooler-toned, at that.” Roman was looking pink and starry-eyed again.

“You.. you wear makeup?” He asked in a small voice.

“Yes, I often wear foundation or concealer, and wear eyeliner regularly on weekends.” He gestured at his face, which now that Roman was looking at it closely, he could see that there was makeup there. Logan looked at Dahlia with a neutral expression. “Would you prefer I take mine off before you begin?” She nodded.

He went into the washroom and removed his foundation, which left his dark circles and light freckles visible. He scrunched up his nose at his appearance before coming back into the living room, where Dahlia had turned the lights on in, and everyone had dismantled the truth or dare circle. “Are.. we no longer doing truth or dare?” Logan asked with a confused look around.

“No, I think we’re just going to do makeovers now. All the straight boys are offended about it.” Dahlia grinned as Logan sat down. “Jesus, Lo, have you ever slept in your life? You look like Remus with those circles.” Logan rolled his eyes fondly, handing her his make-up, which was really just foundation, concealer, powder, and eyeliner. She got to work, walking him through what she was doing, though he had to admit he wasn’t paying much attention. Roman was getting his makeup done by Elliot, Remus was doing someone's makeup, but Logan hadn’t cared to remember their name. The night was domestic, a few more jokes about Logan’s comment, twenty minutes of laughter when Dahlia revealed Logan’s makeup and Roman choked on his drink, barely getting out an ‘it looks good’ before he left to get a shower and change to clean up after spitting orange soda into his lap. Logan had felt mostly embarrassed at that, not sure why Roman had had such a negative reaction in the first place. He thought the makeup was well done, though perhaps the red lips and dark blue glitter eyeshadow was a little more dramatic than he was used to. They watched movies until it was nearly light outside, which Logan complained about, only a little since he had plans in the morning, and when Logan left at 9 AM, picked up by Micheal, one of the seniors Logan hung out with most often, in the 1986 pick-up that was more rust than it was metal at this point, he was in a relatively good mood.

#logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #logince #eventual logince #teen au #punk au #sanders sides #men in makeup #discussions of illness #discussions of fighting #ask to tag #ask to be tagged //#my writing

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oliveam · 5 years ago

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hiya loves ! i’m so pumped to be here , truly can’t believe my eyes w the surplus of talent all around me ! unfortunately capitalism literally has me in a chokehold & the life of a retail worker trudges on even with the virus rampant , so i’m actually at work , soz , but i’m eager to spend the hours between shifts eagerly making up for lost time ( & for once i actually did something in advance to ensure i wouldn’t get stuck behind the current . . . clearly i’m love struck ) ! so here this baby is , & here eye am ( amie , 9teen , pst ) to love & be loved back ;_;

full name : olive penelope black nicknames : o , olly if you’re prepared to be glared into an early grave birthdate : october 31 hometown : portland , maine current location : cape coral international school , maine languages spoken : english , latin , some italian distinguishing features : pearly white smile , runway ready hair at all times physical ailments : asthma sexuality : bisexual but in the closet likes : morning crossword puzzles with her dad , mint chocolate ice cream , amazon prime ( fleabag & the marvelous mrs. maisel in particular ) , the comfort of her room , math class with her favorite professor , sibling outings where she can force them to pay attention wholly to her , rock music , being a nosy lil witch , pouting , a racket in her hand , pride & prejudice ( 2005 , obvs ) dislikes : church on sunday mornings , the radio , facebook ( the social network on the other hand . . . ) , feeling / being out of the loop , martinis , being alone with her mother character trope : the maiden . the main draw to this particular trope was the analogy to fiona from shrek , who can be likened to olive quite meaningfully , with the parallels between each girl’s youth coming to mind ( save for the whole ogre business , though she does have queen of the swamp noted in her future plans ) , such as being raised in a coddled , spoiled home , but lacking any true relationship with the bearers of her gilded childhood ( more so her mother in olive’s case ) . if her parents could have stuck her up in a tower during her teenage years , they would have signed straight up as a clause in the adoption papers . moreover , olive believes she knows best , when really she doesn’t know much at all ⏤⏤⏤ about the important things , at least . she is currently unaware about her family’s involvement with the collapse , & is far from suspecting a thing , though she is nosy beyond all else , which won’t bode well in her future ⏤⏤⏤ she might have overlooked the whole scandal as nothing more than an interesting change in school dynamics at first , but if there’s even an inkling that tickles her radar , it’ll be tough to distract & throw her off the trail .

‘ . ⋆ ❬ 🎶 !

001. stay ( i missed you ) by lisa loeb . while olive may not have experienced the events depicted in the song herself ( nor ever been in a relationship ) , the voice of the narrator speaks strongly to her , & if a break - up like that ever would happen to olive , this is how she’d react , but more so than the lyrics are the annotations & notes on the song’s genius page , which if anything served as inspiration for olive . the thing that really cemented this song for me though was this : “ you said that i was naive and i thought that i was strong ” . a perfect way to sum her up !

002. you sexy thing by zella day . lmfao , she’s a romantic babey !!! but fr , this is how she’d act if she ever got loved up .

003. creme de la creme by evalyn . this song just . . . gets her . literally every lyric is a tidbit i can go on about , but even the general i don’t know what my life is , but i know this vibe of it all is just chef’s kiss .

‘ . ⋆ ❬ 🕶 !

olive was adopted as a newborn under circumstances unknown to her , but her dad liked to joke she came to them by way of a stork . she thought this was true until the age of nine .

introduces herself as olive , immediately followed by “ my mom love’s a martini ” . most people take it as a joke . it’s not :/

a lot of people like to throw the word ‘ prude ’ around , enough so that it’s basically synonymous with olive’s name at this point . safe to say , that’s a typical schoolyard insult that stuck six years too long . she’s not picky , or even obsessed with finding the RiGhT oNe . if anything , she’s almost desperate for love , but in a way that she doesn’t actually want it . or is too scared of its enormity . take the heralded richard siken quote for example : actually , you said love , for you , is larger than the usual romantic love . it’s like a religion . it’s terrifying . no one will ever want to sleep with you . i mean ?? that quote just strips this bitch down to her core ! & if i loved you less , i might be able to talk about it more !!!!!!!!!! ( she doesn’t currently love anyone , but y’all get the gist ) . it’s overwhelming in a way that she’s scared to be so wholly overtaken by something she doesn’t understand , yet yearns . i could continue to yap about this particular subject forever , but i’ll save your eyes .

olive’s got a head on her shoulders , a sharp one at that . her grades aren’t the highest in her year , nor even in the top ten , but that’s more down to her general lack of passion for school than might of mind . she’s got a keen eye & an even keener mind when she wills it , shedding the role of spoiled brat imprinted upon her by fortune without issue if the situation appropriately deems it .

olive is a sweetheart at her core , but she can be quite callous . not in a cruel way , a la a regina george , but in a harsh way she can’t quite control , when her filter gets screwed & she’s not prone to sensitivity , or is moody & prone to a swift mood shift . that said , she’s as warm as a hug from your nana to most , while being unafraid to make her favorites clear , generally paying so much attention to particular people that others feel iced out , when really they’re just not on her radar , as brutal as that sounds . for her friends , she’s genuinely ride or die ; think mike from stranger things ( she’d jump off that cliff for dustin’s baby teeth any day ! ) . she was also raised a certain way , with luxuries at her fingertips , & may unintentionally be tone deaf at times , though that’d probably be from coming on too hard rather than being ignorant .

if you lie to her , she won’t ever forget it , nor truly forgive . i wouldn’t test it .

seriously . she’s been coding / hacking since she was eight as a playtime & since excelling in math courses & generally sharpening the skill through hours wasted on gaming sites & html that positively drys the eyes right out a la spongebob , she’s gotten better than she can even objectively note . she’ll browse the school system for fun or on a dare , but she’s never been invested enough in a certain grade to change it for herself , so browsing is all it was . that is , unless a friend asks for a favor ⏤⏤⏤ that ride or die life baby .

she’s a fighter ! she’s a lover ! she will kick ass & kiss cheeks !

‘ . ⋆ ❬ 👯 !

i like to really delve into personally forged connections between muns , so unfortunately no wanted cons as of yet , but here is where all of olive’s established connections will sit ! for now , i do have this tag :~)

⋆ connection / tba . blah blah !

#i wrote this half outta my mind :)#depth. : ↷ . ⋆ ❪ don’t 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 go 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔�� the 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 5 years ago

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I’d like to start something new.

I always said that I wanted to compile a masterlist of some great fics that I’ve read within our community, but when I look at my huge ass TBR list, I say “Haha I’ll, uh, get back to you-” so I’m making it easier on myself: I’ll read and review 3-5 fics at a time, that way the posts aren’t too long and so that I can put more effort into reviewing them without being overwhelmed.

We have plenty of negativity that likes the rear it’s ugly head within this community and it’s nonsense. We should be focusing that energy into better things, like giving credit to the creative minds that we’re lucky to have around us. I want to take some time with these posts and give the writers we have in the fandom the love and appreciation they deserve.

[*note: if any of these authors are on tumblr, please let me know so that I can tag them since I can’t seem to find them anywhere. Or, y’know, if YOU are the author, let me know so I can tag you!]

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Tick of Time by Vodnici

This is a Lousim story that I’ve talked about a couple of times on this blog and I’ve done so for a very good reason: It’s adorable and I love it.

"Tick of Time” is about Louis realizing that Aasim needs glasses and the lengths he goes to find him a pair.

Aside from it being one of the few lousim stories on AO3, this summary was enough to draw me in a read. Don’t know if you know this about me, but I’m a sucker for Aasim with glasses.

While this story is indeed super cute, it also has an interesting depth to it when it comes to Louis and Aasim’s characters. I love the way Louis pays particular attention to Aasim [admires him from afar, you could say, hm?] and his habits before realization dawns on him and he goes out of his way to look through every drawer in Ericson to find a working pair of glasses, and going as far as traveling outside of the school on the hunt for some, showing a dedication to helping Aasim see to read and write again, something that has a deeper effect on him that comes into play later in the story.

Louis’ teasing yet genuine nature is incredibly sweet, and Aasim’s written incredibly well. Their banter at the end is, again, very sweet and funny. One of my favorite bits:

Louis watched his fascination with a small, happy and relieved smile. Then the joy turned to playfulness. “Wait, I have something.” His hand dug into his pocket and retrieved a folded piece of paper, which he held out to Aasim.

Confused, Aasim took the paper and unfolded it. He scanned over it, and the confusion immediately turned to exasperation. He pursed his lips and turned to Louis. “I do not look like a nerd!”

“Ah, the glasses work perfectly, then. Excellent.”

The writing style is light and enjoyable, the descriptions beautiful, and it brings to light something that would actually happen to someone in the apocalypse. Writing and documenting everything is important to Aasim and a key part of his character, and for something such as poor eyesight to get in the way of that is tragic. I’m glad this addresses that while keeping everyone in character and providing some cute lousim content.

I highly recommend this to anyone looking for some lousim goodness with some heart. I mean, I keep going back to it. This is probably the fourth or fifth time I’ve read it.

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Make You Feel My Love by shadows_unnoticed

Long, strong arms slowly wrapped around Clementine’s waist suddenly and began to hold her tightly, breaking her from her train of thought. She then felt lips graze against her cheek, a soft kiss being planted there. She turned her head slightly to find Louis staring at her with that fond look in his eyes as he rested his chin on her left shoulder.

THIS is the clouis content I LIVE for.

That’s just a taste of the beautiful writing this has to offer.

“Make You Feel My Love” takes place after the events of the season where Clementine’s getting used to her new prosthetic leg. Louis asks her to meet him in the music room one night, since they’re “due for a second date.”

I love everything about this one-shot. The writing in this is beautiful. I know I just said that but I’m saying it again because I need you to understand how much I love the writing. It’s fluffy, it’s breathtaking, it’s funny, it’s sweet, it’s a hundred other adjectives that I could list but won’t.

And it that doesn’t convince you to read this, then allow me to give you this: Louis and Clementine slow dancing together while Louis sings to her.

Yeah.

That’s the level of beauty we’re talking here.

This is a story that keeps Louis and Clementine in character. You can feel the love they have for each other in the way they speak and act together. This story is one that I can visualize in my head as I’m reading it and I LOVE stories like that. The descriptions of the environments are gorgeous, and the little tidbits of humor sprinkled in makes my cheeks hurt from the strain of smiling.

I could go on and on about how in love I am with this story, but I don’t want to spoil too much. If you haven’t read it yet, I HIGHLY recommend you check it out. You won’t be disappointed. In fact, you’ll probably be a mess of giggles and feelings like I am right now.

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Flowers by ToTheMax @bloodyflashlight

The lack of briolet stories hurts my soul.

However, we do have this masterpiece.

Violet stopped herself at the last second from stammering out another ‘uh, yeah’ and crossed her arms. “I was just… thinking, you know?”

“You do a lot of that lately.” Brody sat back down, motioning for Violet to come sit near her, to which the girl obeyed. They sat next to each other, Brody’s elbow resting on Violet’s leg as she knotted the flower stems together to finish the crown. “What are you thinking about?”

“Um… you.” Violet pulled her other knee that Brody wasn’t leaning on up to her chest, resting her arms on top of it. “I’ve, um… been thinking about… you,” she clarified, albeit hesitantly.

“Flowers” is a short little one-shot but oh, it’s beautiful. Honestly, I almost see it as more of a character study? Maybe?

It’s about Violet and Brody fishing in the spring and Brody keeps getting distracted with all the flowers blooming and decides to make some flower crowns, but its focus is more on Violet’s feelings towards Brody.

It’s as sweet and pure as it sounds, but it also gives an interesting look in Violet’s character and explores the idea of Brody surviving Marlon’s blow to the head and how the two of them grew near inseparable afterward.

There’s just something so soft about the way this was written. The little details of them leaning into each other, the flower crowns, the raw emotions presented from them both- it’s enchanting! Upon rereading this, I actually went back and read it AGAIN because I want more of it!

Seriously, if ToTheMax ever wanted to take this one-shot and write a full-blown story around it, I would probably cry.

Again, I don’t want to get too into this one because it’s a story that you should experience for yourself. Even if briolet isn’t your #1 OTP, it’s still worth looking at for the wonderful writing and terrific look at Violet’s character.

#twdg fanfic appreciation #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg mitch #twdg willy #twdg tenn #twdg omar #twdg brody #twdg marlon #twdg clouis #twdg lousim #twdg briolet #twdg

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team-free-will-you-idjits-67 · 6 years ago

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This Crazy Life (Part 7)

Description: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Reader, Your Mother

Relationship: Eventual Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: Angst-y (Sorry lol), Fluffy

Word Count: 1335

A/N: Ayooo. I missed my sweet pea Jared. Most likely will be working on Part 8 before I work on some other fics. Enjoy! Also, completely edited by me and I’m trash sometimes so excuse errors lol

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MASTERLIST / JARED PADALECKI MASTERLIST / Part 6

Jensen, Jared, and your Mother were all gathered around your kitchen table murmuring and laughing with each other as you bounded down the stairs. You smiled softly, hearing Jared’s chuckles float through the air.

At least he was having a good time.

You walked towards the table, catching a glimpse at what they all were looking at. You gasped and glared at your mother as your vision focused on the photo album. Your baby photo album. “Mom! Do they really need to see this?”

Jensen looked over his shoulder at you, “C’mon Y/N, you were cute. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

You cheeks burned crimson with embarrassment as Jared turned in the chair to face you, “You were cute. Your mom has some funny stories too, nothing to be embarrassed of.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked towards the refrigerator, mumbling “Whatever,” under your breath. You grabbed at a water bottle and shut the door, watching the three of them in the dining area.

The boys continued flipping through the pages, giggling at your pictures when your mom separated herself and walked through the kitchen towards you. She gave you a small hug and rubbed at your arm as she broke from her embrace, “I thought it could help him since you weren’t down here.” She let out a breathy laugh, “He already seems quite attached to you sweetie.”

You gripped the water bottle tightly, “Yeah.” You smiled, sadness etching in your features slightly, “But, Jensen’s here so he won’t need me much longer.”

Your mom slapped your arm lightly, “Don’t think like that. From what I can tell, you are more important to him than you think.” She looked towards the boys, turning your attention to them as well. Jared looked up with a soft smile. When his eyes caught yours, his smile widened before he focused back towards the album as Jensen pointed at something.

You sighed as you looked at our mom, “I won’t be able to be around him forever. I need a job, I need to pay off my loans.” You looked back at the boys, “And they need to get back to work too.”

You mother nodded, “I know sweetie, but that doesn’t mean things can’t work out for the better.” She walked back out to the dining room, leaving you staring at Jensen and Jared.

You hoped that you’d still keep in contact with Jared, be friends, hangout, but you didn’t want to kid yourself. Jared was a star. He needed to get back to work, film and go to conventions for the Supernatural Family, and he had to figure out things between him and Gen. It wouldn’t take much for him to forget about you, focus on his life and forget about the stranger who saved his life.

You shook your head slightly, shaking your current thoughts out of your head before they made you emotional. You plastered a smile on your face and walked into the dining room, “So, boys. What do you want to do tonight?”

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You parked in front of the hotel after spending the night with your family. Jared and Jensen had absorbed every bit of information about your childhood your mother gave them. They were surely going to use that to their advantage at some point in the future, if there was some sort of future with them. You turned towards Jared, “So, uh, what are the sleeping arrangements for tonight? Your room only has one bed and there’s three of us.”

Jensen chuckled in the back seat, “I’m getting my own room. You and Jared can keep doing… whatever you’ve been doing.”

Your eyes narrowed as you and Jared turned towards him. Jared spoke, “Seriously?”

Jensen just continued chuckling as he got out of your car and walked into the hotel.

Jared cleared his throat, “Sorry about that. I don’t know why-.”

You cut him off, “It’s fine. I’m sure he was more trying to mess with you more than anything.” You shrugged as you opened your door, “Besides, it’s not like you guys will be around for much longer.”

You grabbed your duffle from the trunk and walked with Jared to your room. You both got ready for bed and settled down beside each other. You could feel Jared glancing towards you periodically as you caught up on notifications on your phone. Turning towards him with a raised brow, you questioned him. “What?”

Jared turned on his side to face you, “Are you okay?”

You looked back at your phone, “I’m fine.” Jared scoffed and pulled your phone out of your hands, “Hey!” You protested.

“You’ll get it back when you stop lying.” He said as he set your phone down on his endstand. “Now, seriously. What did you mean outside? That we won’t be around much longer?”

You stared at the ceiling and sighed, “You guys have a job, kids, personal lives you have to get back to and attend to. It won’t take long for you guys to forget about this, or me. So, what Jensen said doesn’t really matter.”

Jared laid beside you quiet for awhile before he whispered, “I couldn’t forget this.” He took a deep breath, “Or you. Ever.”

You looked at him, silent tears glistening on his cheek at the small amount of light that filtered into your room. Your heart broke as he sniffled and wiped at his face. “Jared, I didn’t mean-”

He waved his hand at you as he cut you off, “You literally saved my life. I would never forget someone who did that.” He paused, collecting himself, “I don’t know about you, but I want to keep in touch, no matter what happens. I, uh, need you in my life. More than Jensen at this point.” You opened your mouth to protest as he continued, “This isn’t some weird Nightingale Syndrome or something. Yo-you are like some, missing piece in my life. I thought Gen helped me with my mental health, I thought she was my rock but, you? She never came close.” He sat up, resting his hands in his lap and picked at his fingers, “You are different. I’ve never felt more comfortable with someone in my life, so soon. I’m so scared of being hurt and hitting new lows because of it, it takes a really long time for me to trust anyone.” He looked over his shoulder towards you, “I need you, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere, at least in a metaphorical sense, until you say otherwise.”

You sat up and scooched towards him. Wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his shoulder you sighed, “I don’t want you going anywhere Jare. I-I feel the same way.” You exhaled deeply, “What are we going to do though? You have to go back to work, I have to find a job to pay off my loans….”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you back towards the bed, “Well, we can do one of two things.” He squeezed you softly, “You can stay here, find a job and I can go back to Vancouver and film and we hangout when I’m off, or you can come with me. You can stay with me. I could get you a job on set or pay off your loans for you. That way, we would both be comfortable, having each other, instead of constantly worrying about the other,” he snickered, “and you wouldn’t have to worry about those loans.”

You bit at your lip, “I don’t know about you paying off my loans, but I’ll think about it.” You rubbed his side softly, “How long will you stay in town for?”

He absentmindedly rubbed circles on your arm with his thumb, “Four more days. I have to start filming again on Monday, we leave Sunday.”

You nodded, “I’ll let you know by Friday.”

“Okay.”

You gave him a soft squeeze before settling at his side, “Goodnight Jared.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

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@my-proof-is-you, @somilotopia, @everythingisoverrated, @emilyshurley, @squirrelnotsam , @drakelover78, @mannls, @sillydecoy, @daphne-fandom-writing, @haloliight , @racheladams77, @spn-ficfanatic , @dreaminemz ,

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wileds · 6 years ago

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Do you have any advice for rping a fandom OC? I feel like no one pays attention to mine.

yes!! these are my personal recommendations, not a fix-all. i am not sure which fandom you are in although i assume rw.by? and opinions will differ on how to effectively promote your blog!

firstly, having a bio / about page / dossier / whatever you want to call it is crucial for an oc so your followers and people checking out your blog can learn who your oc is. if you have one already, make that sucker as detailed as you can. leaving it bare means less information to skim. you may know your own oc intimately & love them to death but your reader does not, and your rp partners are not responsible for developing your muse for you. stay within the limits of the information you feel comfortable sharing about your oc (you don’t need to spoil backstory, worldbuilding, etc if you don’t want to!), but be descriptive & thorough when you can. a lot of people only visit an about page once before deciding whether or not to follow! reel em in boy. but that doesn’t mean you can’t continue to update your about page(s) as you develop your oc more over time!

that said, make a headcanon tag if you can. it’s good for personal organization and allows others to search your headcanons too!

straight up reminders or announcements that you’ve added something to your oc’s about page is a good way of engaging your dash too, especially if they only checked out your blog once before following. for example, i’ve said something like “hey pals i added stuff to love’s family page if you wanna check it out!” and linked it for easy access. people may not click it but y’know, you’re showing that you’re workin on your baby.

which i think is very important as a fandom oc. if you can’t rp or can’t find rp partners, do not just stop posting and try to avoid copious negative posts. no!! feel like shit? say how much you love your oc. still feel like shit a week later? make a headcanon post about what your muse does when they feel like shit. crank out them headcanon posts from the simplest thing like what they eat for breakfast (if they eat breakfast!) or what their ootd is (love is from shade “no uniforms!” academy and his wardrobe is bomb ok). reblog musings and aesthetic posts, reblog your face claim if you have one, draw your oc if you draw, post random tidbits about your character, play dash games like doll makers or bu.zzfeed quizzes & shindan maker stuff, find a headcanon meme and just fill it out & post it yourself without waiting for someone to send an ask in. these can spend less creative energy & time than threading, but still provide relevant activity. good for when irl makes you busy or when you’re depressed af! there are memes specially geared towards ocs out there like this one & this one which can get you thinking and writing, even if it’s ooc. you need to post to make potential rp partners interested, period! it is easy to be discouraged but trust me when i say, even though i rp an oc, i have found it hard to engage with other ocs if i just don’t know anything about them & have no spoons to chat up the mun through ims or di.scord. i have felt like i’ve been expected to engage with a blog even though i knew shit about their character / didn’t see them rping and so couldn’t summon up much enthusiasm. share the legwork my dude, and communicate, communicate, communicate when needed.

all of this is up to your own comfort levels! don’t feel like you have to promo yourself though. mun likability & popularity has become Hot on tumblr rp but at the end of the day, if all of that stresses you out then you can totally step back and have your blog just be about your muse and writing!

and again, your rp partners are not responsible for developing your muse for you nor are they obliged to rp with you. i’m not saying this to make roleplaying seem super harsh or anything lol. but if you’re not particularly close to anyone in your rpc or are feeling left out this is even more of a thing, to be able to enjoy your own content. finding someone / a friend group to brainstorm with is always fun & helpful, but iunno, being able to stay self-motivated and independently interested in your own blog regardless of fluctuating activity in my experience has made for better longevity. assuming your rpc is not dead or super clique-y of course.

oh and make a promo if you haven’t? make a new one every now and then with all the necessary tags (main two in rw.by are just #.rw.by rp and #.rw.by rol.eplay, though you can also throw in oc rp, anime rp, manga rp for the hashtag Exposure). posting a new promo after you’ve been particularly active is a smart play. the promo doesn’t have to be graphics heavy. there are promo templates out there but i’ve never used one?a text post works just as well, you can quickly introduce your character. this is my main promo currently. that one is graphics heavy but it includes info like my oc’s name, my name, that i’m an indie and selective blog, and then a quote that i find fitting for love. i’ve had old promos with more typical zinger blurbs like:

HEYA FRIENDS ! can you like or reblog this if you’re up for roleplaying with a rwby oc based off a canon design ? pages are still a wip but here’s a quick bio : attends shade academy, from a notable merchant family in vacuo. his name is LOVE CLARKIA – no that’s not a joke, yes his parents really named him that. riveting story if you’re willing to lend an ear.

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HEY FAM!! my dash is a lil dead so i’m here to fling myself into the abyss. give this post a LIKE or REBLOG if you’re interested in a sweet oc named LOVE CLARKIA who believes he’s fated, believes in the goodness of the world, is full of charm & good-humor & an aspiration to live up to his namesake ( even as he’s liable to succumb to his blood affinity’s bloodlust which we don’t really talk about, because having a problematic relationship with one’s own power really isn’t very fun ) … was that a mouthful of an introduction? just wait until he starts talking.

that first quote was my first promo and as you can see my blog was still a literal gigantic wip, which is fine. the second quote is longer & i included more of love’s personality cuz i’d become comfortable rping him by then!

umm … that is all that i can think of at the moment. my followers can chime in if they want?? hope this helped and that you actually see it cuz this was sitting in my inbox for a bit!!

#Anonymous

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roseymoseyberry · 7 years ago

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Samsara (1/?)

So this is what happens when you talk about how Wildbreak being a KOBD baby is very cute, but boy do you wish there was more of Wildbreak being reincarnated Breakdown instead.

You end up writing it yourself.

And then quickly find yourself drowning in Stunticon headcanons.

So I guess this is my new ongoing project. There won’t be a posting schedule, and I’m actually going to try to put off posting to AO3 until I fully finish the fic. But I also have over half the fic (hopefully) written so (hopefully) it shouldn’t take long to finish.

Till then, have this first little taste.

(and shoutout to @meridianbarony for the title <3 )

Title: Samsara

Series: RID15 and TFP (and some tidbits grabbed from Aligned wiki pages)

Ship(s): Wildbreak/Knockout, Breakdown/Knockout

Tags/warnings: Reincarnation AU, hurt/comfort, verbal/physical abuse (though the worst of the physical abuse is barely described or off screen), past character death, age difference (but still consenting adult alien robots), a lot of filling in worldbuilding gaps and making shit up, and a lot of Wildbreak being a sweet boy who just needs some love and affection.

Fic Summary:

From the day he was forged, Wildbreak had felt like there was something missing; some motivation or drive or desire that had been left behind in the Allspark.

Something he should know but didn’t.

“Why you always getting distracted by cars like that?”

“What?” Wildbreak stammered, blinking as he tore his gaze away from the road and back to his partner. Dragstrip didn’t look the least bit amused.

“Don’t you ‘what’ me. You know what I’m talking about.” he insisted as he punched Wildbreak in the shoulder. Wildbreak yelped and tried to scoot away, but Dragstrip had him by the arm in the blink of an optic. “Oh no you don’t. If I’m gonna be the one actually coming up with plans to get us places, the least you could do is try to help! Instead you get all misty-opticked every time a pretty red car whizzes by.”

Wildbreak sullenly looked away, back out to the highway in the distance. The squishies wouldn’t see them up here, but it was easy to just watch the traffic go by while Dragstrip did the thinking for them.

The red sports car that had caught his optic was long gone.

“Dunno,” Wildbreak mumbled with a shrug. Dragstrip’s grip on his arm softened some with that. “Guess I just like looking at ‘em.”

Dragstrip was quiet before his grip tightened. Wildbreak whined, about to complain – he had just waxed! – but then Dragstrip was accusing, “You don’t wanna frag that Autobot brat, do ya? I swear, Wildbreak--”

“What--No! Don’t be gross, Dragstrip, you know I wouldn’t—come on, buddy, you gotta believe me!”

It took several minutes of shoving and shouting before Dragstrip finally settled down, though it was on top of Wildbreak’s back as he was forced to sprawl across the ground. Still, it meant that Dragstrip wasn’t asking anymore questions and was instead back to talking out loud about possible plans and schemes. This time, Wildbreak did his best to pay attention now and again so he could agree with Dragstrip and keep him content.

And Wildbreak could still stare out towards the highway, confused about the longing in his spark but knowing that keeping an optic open and searching was the best he could do to keep it content too.

Wildbreak wasn’t sure what he was looking for, just that he hadn’t seen it yet and needed to keep looking.

And that his spark did always skip a pulse when he saw a red paintjob.

From the day he was forged, Wildbreak had felt like there was something missing; some motivation or drive or desire that had been left behind in the Allspark.

Something he should know but didn’t.

Which was how he ended up here. Dragstrip had snapped him up days after he had been forged and Wildbreak went along with it. He didn’t have any plans or aspirations of his own, after all, so why not? And then Motormaster had grabbed them both and along they went.

For that reason, combining hadn’t been difficult for Wildbreak to learn. If anything, it felt like an extension of how he already lived his life: following other mecha and making himself useful when asked.

Becoming Dragbreak was the ultimate in teamwork, making them bigger and stronger, boosting Wildbreak’s confidence by proxy. They weren’t as big or powerful as Menasor, but it was comfortable as Dragbreak. It was easy. Menasor was a trickier balance to maintain with that many personalities, especially when his teammates were all so much more assertive than Wildbreak. Learning to create Menasor had taken a while, during which Wildbreak had just hung back and let them all yell and fight until they finally figured it out.

Which meant that Motormaster had beat the stunticons enough times that they finally gave up.

Wildbreak didn’t ever try to gain control in any of his combiner forms, or really any facet of his life. He readily gave it away and followed commands as best he could to avoid trouble.

Dragstrip complained constantly about how Wildbreak didn’t have any initiative, would grab him by the shoulders and yell, “Come on, ya gotta want something, don’tcha? What do you want? What keeps you driving?!”

And Wildbreak couldn’t do anything but shrug and say, “Dunno.”

Only once, late at night, when Dragstrip was being nice and laughing and sharing some highgrade they had managed to nab, had Wildbreak elaborated.

“It’s not that I don’t want nothing. I do want something! But I just don’t know what that something is.”

“What d’ya mean you don’t know?”

“I dun--”

Dragstrip had elbowed him and said, “Oh no, none of that! Come on, you can tell your old pal.”

Wildbreak took a swig of the highgrade, grimacing and choking on it before swallowing.

“I can’t because it’s just – it’s always been this way for me, I guess. There’s something I want, something I’ve always wanted, but it’s just this big blank spot in my processor. Like my spark knows but my processor doesn’t know what it’s talking about.”

After a moment of silence, Dragstrip snorted, muttering, “Weirdo” as he sat up, grabbed the highgrade and took a long swig.

“Well, don’t you worry, Wildbreak. If you stick with me, I’ll make sure we get what we want, ya hear? Motormaster better watch himself because--”

Wildbreak laid there, watching Dragstrip, and wondered what it was like to know what he was driving after.

They totally had the Autobots beat. Dragbreak had them beat! Dragstrip’s presence swelled around Wildbreak, bright and victorious and dragging him up into the triumph with him, because they were going to win! With this weapons cache they would really be able to bring the heat, show Motormaster they weren’t to be messed with, that he should promote them, respect them—

“Someone call a doctor?”

Dragbreak didn’t have a chance to do anything before a car rammed into the side of his legs, sending him toppling over with a loud and painful crash. Dragstrip roared with outrage while Wildbreak drew himself in further, as if he could escape the pain in their shared frame by giving more control of it over to Dragstrip.

With a growl of their combined engines, Dragbreak got to his pedes, scanning for this new opponent.

A perfectly buffed and waxed and very red sports car swung his back wheels around towards the Autobots before transforming.

Dragstrip made to sprint forward.

Wildbreak was frozen to the spot.

Dragbreak faltered, stumbling over his pedes.

“Knockout? What’re you doing here?!” stammered the Autobot leader.

“What? I’m not allowed to visit an old friend?” he asked with blatant amusement, though his optics never left Dragbreak and he pulled a weapon from his back, some staff that was suddenly flashing with charge. His smile was cruel looking and beautiful. “Or make a few enemies?”

Dragstrip raged and made to rush the new enemy.

Wildbreak’s spark raced and wobbled and something he couldn’t name was choking him.

Dragbreak faltered again before, with a great shudder, he splintered.

They both landed on their afts, completely unprepared for the abrupt separation. Wildbreak’s processor spun because they had never fallen out of synch like that, why was his spark roiling in his chest, what was happening to him, who was this Knockout guy—

A servo grabbed Wildbreak by the audial finial, threatening to rip it off with how strongly it pulled, and that managed to snap Wildbreak out of it. His optics left the crimson paintjob to see Dragstrip glaring at him murderously.

Wildbreak never questioned a retreat, but as they transformed and made a run for it, his spark thrashed in its casing.

But he didn’t dare question Dragstrip. He was so mad already and there was no doubt that Wildbreak would be feeling the brunt of that anger as soon as they were safe, so why make it worse for himself?

“What happened?! Why did you separate from me?!”

“I didn’t mean to—ow! Dragstrip, please—!“

“You don’t stand up to me! You don’t ever stand up to me!!” It was hard to tell if it was a command or just a bewildered statement of fact. His name was Wildbreak and his paintjob was blue and he never stood up to anyone.

“I know, I know, and I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened—hey, hey, come on, that hurts!”

“Not until I know what that scrap out there was!”

Dragstrip was livid, but worse than that he was confused, and Wildbreak wished he had an answer for his partner. But he had nothing, no matter how Dragstrip yelled or shoved. Wildbreak worried if he was sick, or his spark was failing, or any of the multitudes of things that could be wrong that were causing the ache in his chest.

It wasn’t until late that night, when Dragstrip had finally tired himself out and left Wildbreak staring up at the stars, dinged and dented with ringing audials and his servo resting on his chest over his spark, that he realized. It was something Wildbreak had only experienced peripherally from Dragstrip, from Heatseeker and Slashmark and Motormaster, when they were wrapped up together in combination.

It felt like motivation.

Night after night, day after day, drive after drive after drive, and Wildbreak couldn’t so much as catch a glimpse of that mech. Sometimes he would slip away when Dragstrip was busy or recharging. Sometimes Dragstrip saw him leaving and Wildbreak would have to quietly admit it was his spark.

“It’s just not agreeing with my processor is all. Figure a drive will help, you know?”

And Dragstrip would glower, but each time he let Wildbreak go.

“Sort yourself out, idiot.”

They hadn’t tried combining again. It was only a matter of time, but for once they were both hesitating, and Wildbreak worried about how much Dragstrip thought about the sensation of their minds and frames rejecting each other for the first time in their lives.

Wildbreak was desperately afraid he would mess it up again.

So when Wildbreak wasn’t meekly following Dragstrip, he was off driving down every road he could find. Busy streets, long never-ending highways, winding forest routes. Every red paintjob caught his attention, but every time it was the wrong car and disappointment overwhelmed him.

And every time Wildbreak returned to Dragstrip’s side, unsuccessful and dejected, he would swear to himself he’d just give it up. It wasn’t worth all this stress.

And then out Wildbreak would go again, engine roaring as he searched.

It had been over a week before finally Wildbreak spotted him. The right frame, the right colors, the right decals and detailing.

Wildbreak’s spark pulsed hard and he revved his engine as he drifted into a sharp u-turn to get onto the other side of the highway.

The sun was setting in the distance, throwing shades of yellow, orange, and red across the road where it could get through the trees flanking the road. It was quiet, only a couple other cars on the road, and none of them going nearly as fast as that crimson speedster as he swerved around them and raced down the asphalt. Wildbreak picked up his pace, and with each car he passed he was one closer to his goal.

However, the sneaking question of what, exactly, he wanted to do when he caught up with Knockout was finally starting to dawn on him. It wasn’t like Wildbreak could just ask “Why do you make my spark feel like it’s going to burn itself out?”

Maybe he should have talked to Dragstrip about it. Dragstrip would know what to do. Course, Dragstrip would have also been furious because Knockout seemed to be an Autobot, and Wildbreak didn’t want to fight him, so—

Without slowing down at all, Knockout took an exit that led further into the woods, and Wildbreak raced to follow after.

Wildbreak would just have to figure it out later.

The new road was full of sharp corners, forcing Wildbreak to drift and brake and really push his driving skills to the tests to keep up. Every time the road curved behind trees, hiding Knockout for moments at a time, Wildbreak would fret that when he took the corner himself, the red mech would be gone. Yet, every time he made his way around the corner, he’d spot a flash of crimson before Knockout sped around another turn.

Until Wildbreak took a turn and found himself staring at a long road and Knockout nowhere to be seen.

Wildbreak skidded to a halt and transformed, swinging his helm around wildly to find nothing but road and trees and dirt.

“Uh, hey, where’d you go?” Wildbreak called out, spinning to check behind him. “I promise I don’t wanna fight or nothing!” There was shuffling in the woods off to one side and Wildbreak turned towards the area, servos up and flat in a placating manner as he moved that way. “I just, uh. I guess I just wanted to meet you?” Up close, it was clear there were pede tracks in the soft earth, so Wildbreak carefully crept between the two trees that the trail led through. “Your name’s Knockout, right? Sorry if I freaked you out.”

It was a little darker in the shade of the trees, but not so much that Wildbreak couldn’t still follow the tracks. However, they suddenly took a sharp left, and when Wildbreak turned his helm to follow the path, noticing them heading back towards the road, that’s when something heavy slammed into his back, sending him sprawling to the ground. Wildbreak yelped as he went down, rolling over onto his back to complain.

However, the sharp pressure of a staff against his neck had Wildbreak going completely still.

Knockout peered down at him, crimson optics bright and his mouth curled into a sneer. Every inch of the mech was menacing, yet Wildbreak’s spark fluttered with something that definitely wasn’t fear.

“Why are you following me?” Knockout demanded, his voice rich despite the sharpness of his tone. Wildbreak squirmed which just earned him that sharp point pressing down harder, threatening to just scrape his paintjob if he was lucky.

“To meet you?” Wildbreak managed, aware that his optics were wide.

Knockout’s gaze narrowed.

“Well, consider yourself acquainted.”

After a moment of psyching himself up, Wildbreak said, “And maybe to talk?”

Knockout snorted.

“What could you possibly want with a dirty traitor like me? One of your little friends get himself scrapped bad enough that you would come crawling to scum like me?” Knockout mocked as he moved the staff under Wildbreak’s chin, lifting it up and evaluating Wildbreak. “And this time, try to not make your answer sound like a question.”

Wildbreak blinked.

“What?”

Knockout’s optics rolled and the staff finally lifted away from Wildbreak’s plating, but only far enough away that when it lit up and snapped with charge it didn’t immediately arc into Wildbreak’s frame.

But the staff did linger and Wildbreak knew a threat when he saw one.

“W-wait, wait, listen, I really don’t know what you’re talking about!” Wildbreak insisted, lifting his servos up with open palms. “If this is about the war then I don’t know nothing about it!”

Knockout looked unconvinced as he said, “You knew my name.”

“Because that Autobot said it! I-I swear, that’s the only reason I know it. I’ve never seen or heard about you before that, honest.”

There was a moment when the only sound was the crackling of the staff.

“When were you forged.”

“After the war,” Wildbreak admitted. “First batch of new sparks.”

And then it powered down.

“Explains a lot,” Knockout said snidely. “So then, what’s a new forged like you doing chasing after me?”

Wildbreak’s frame relaxed some against the soft dirt.

“Uh, well--”

“It better not sound like a question.”

Wildbreak swallowed hard before starting again. “But I don’t really know exactly. Which I know sounds dumb, but I just – I wanted to meet you and talk to you, at least, and I guess I thought I’d figure it out from there.”

Knockout stared down at him before smirking.

Wildbreak’s spark fluttered again.

“While that’s flattering, I’m a bit old for you, kid.” The staff finally lifted away completely and Knockout slipped it into his subspace. “Why don’t you go stalk someone your own age?”

Wildbreak sat up quickly when Knockout turned to walk away, scrambling as he said, “Whoa, that’s not—I mean, I guess maybe that’s part of it, I dunno.” It took a couple seconds to get back up onto his pedes and Wildbreak could feel the dirt and debris cascading off his back, every inch of him dying to wash it off, but for now he was focused on the bemused look on Knockout’s face as he looked over his shoulder. “But it’s not just that, I swear.”

Knockout’s gaze trailed down his frame and back up, evaluating, and Wildbreak twitched when it lingered on his face, on his optics.

“Then what is it?”

That there had never been a ‘something’ before, a motivation or a drive, something that had Wildbreak frantic and working when he could have been just relaxing and avoiding trouble, never something that made his spark want like this, and he still didn’t know what this ‘something’ was, but it had to do with Knockout, he knew it did, but he didn’t know how, he didn’t—

“I dunno.”

After a beat, Knockout sighed.

“What’s your name?”

“Wildbreak,” he replied, glad to have a question he could answer.

Something odd crossed Knockout’s face, surprised and almost sad, but it was there and gone within moments.

“Alright then, Wildbreak,” Knockout said as he turned his helm away and continued towards the road. “It’s been a while since I’ve had some actual competition, so if you can keep up with me, maybe I’ll be up for a little chat.”

Wildbreak perked up and grinned as he quickly chased after Knockout.

#fanfiction #hey what's up it's rosey and i'm here to make wildbreak and knockout kiss #eventually

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wot-tidbits · 8 years ago

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Three years of the good and the absurd.

For these three years I have seen and received the good and the absurd. This post is about the absurd part of my experience with the fandom. I want to show you something. I want to show you my true face which has been seen by some members of the UAF in the last three years but it was kept secret among a selected few. Till now. Here are some quotations regarding my persona. I hope you will enjoy it as much I did.

Note: Narg = wot-tidbits

“They exist in an abyss of being Narg Therin, they couldn’t source if their life depended on it”

“it started as something someone made for the community to be nice, to periodically make posts but they forgot to write the code to allow it to source stuff and through its arguments it has gained sentience. “

“wot-tidbits is just a ball f irony”

“It just looks like he's having a low traffic week and is looking to stir things up a bit.”

“The guy's got a biger hero complex than I do and that, my friends, is saying something.”

“wot-tidbits is a mess tbh”

“Person 1: does anyone know why Narg also goes by LightOne? it's always struck me as rather pretentious

Person 2: Because they're pretentious?

Person 3: I suppose the answer might actually be that simple.”

“Person 1: You can't even claim he uses emotion to fight against logic, pfft. he just uses... not-logic, by the sounds of most of what I've read and seen

Person 2: He wants attention with the least amount of effort

Person 3: He just wants to be a content-producer and will do anything he can to put stuff in the WoT tag. Even if it's trash and nobody wants it.”

“tidbits is a dick”

“breaking news: wottidbits is trash”

“Person 1: oh gosh, Narg's a butt

Person 2 : Let's forget he even exists”

“yall don't even know how much I want to hurt wottidbits right now”

“Don’t bother with arguing with Narg. They don’t listen. Honestly, the only reason they’re so well followed is because it’s easier for lazy people to wait for Narg to reblog something than actually hunt down the writer/pay fucking attention to the tag. They’re basically an agrigator.”

“sounds like a dumb child. he's probably 13”

“im gonna go shower and wash myself of the filth that is Narg's shitty opinion”

“oh my god wot tidbits is a mess”

“this jerkface influences a lot of people”

“I don't even want to acknowledge wot-tidbits anymore. I don't want the fandom to develop any schism. But it's inevitable and I don't support him.”

“He sounds so... conceited. So pigheaded. So woolheaded.”

“(he’s) super ignorant and has no udnerstanding of human interaction nor how to construct arguments in a meaningful way other than throwing mud and being a whiny pissbaby”

“stubbornly blind”

“Crazy bastard.”

“Narg is trying to make himself out to be the only rational party here, because otherwise he'd lose his big following. At least some part of it, anyways.”

“such an amazing child he is”

“ ‘Do you really think that if a person wants to go deep in the fandom, they are going to miss this blog [wot-tidbits] at the end?’

We can only hope.”

“since when are we associating narg with the word intelligent except as antonyms”

“NARG YOU FUCKERS I WILL KILL YOU”

My note : Some days later the same person wrote to me a message about my hint for a death threat: “I'd also like to say if anyone has told you to kill yourself or anything of such the sort they are not welcome in this fandom.”

I hope it is not necessary to state explicitly that I wasn’t bothered by this so called “death threat”. It is about the amusing irony of the contradiction above. I love such beautiful irony.

So these aren’t anonymous’ messages sent to me thinking that they cannot be identified. I know exactly who said every single line above. First of all I am not bothered for all the labels and shading thrown at me. If I wanted some sort of revenge I wouldn’t keep them a secret on my laptop for so long (most of the quotes are written in 2015). And I still keep the identities secret. I “exposed” them not to show how grumpy I am but to show that I knew what was going on since day 1. I knew and I didn’t do anything when the time for reaction would be perfect.

The next quote is a good example:

“They very rarely reblog shit from me. >_> I always thought it's because most of my meta is focused on less mainstream characters (because for some inexplicable reason they don't seem to harbour any kind of grudge against me)…”

Yes, then and even today I still don’t harbour grudges for all the misunderstandings around me. I am not personally offended despite all of the above. I still want united fandom. I am still ready for civilized conversation. I put my love and dedication about WOT in front of my ego. That’s it.

Let the Light keep you safe.

LightOne

#my post #unreasonably attractive fandom #the unreasonably attractive fandom

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