#And I wanted to treat other characters like that. Except in an AU format where roles are changed. Wendy's this main figures as she is an

[peacerisendove]

It really is the chance mentions spark old ideas back to life.

Now I'm thinking about an old Alternate Universe Peter Pan idea I had back in 2019.

[yellowhollyhock]

10,30,38

10) Which version of Leonardo is your favorite?

I flip between answering Rise and 1987

Gonna get sappy, fitting for a Leo question anyway--

To me Leonardo represents Hope. Across iterations, he usually experiences a lot of intense trauma at Shredder's hands, sometimes at Splinter's hands, often he feels isolated from his brothers, but the things happening to him don't define the core of what it means to be Leonardo

It's the choosing to do what's right even if he gets no benefit.

It's believing in his team when they have only the very slightest chance of winning

It's inspiring that Hope, the kind that comes from knowing you're at peace with yourself even if everything goes wrong, in his brothers

And I think 87 and Rise capture these qualities in interesting ways that stand out

87 facing his fear of snakes, always being kind to children, seeing the good in Lotus Blossom without trying to change her, making the choices in the Red Sky arc.

Rise hyping his brothers up when they don't seem confident, trusting them to get as they did with Shredder while he helped Splinter trick Big Mama, the way he talks about them to Hueso. The beginning and ending of the Rise movie gets to me so bad

Also maybe another core Leo trait is how attached he is to his siblings and feeling like nothing without them. Again exemplified strongly in these two versions

And I just love the idea of the other Leos learning to take these two more seriously, because they both come across silly (in very different ways ahdhajsha), but you do NOT want to cross them

30) What is one common headcanon that you reject?

hmm...... what if I reject canon instead and Turtles Forever didn't happen? (it's a fun enough watch but it messes up all my future headcanons, besides being so out of character for both 87 and 03)

Actually though I thought of one. Wait I forgot

No no wait yes because, especially since the draft where he gets stuffed has been going around, it's pretty commonly believed/understood that in SAINW, Donny was killed horrifically. And I don't outright reject this, however. I think it's very interesting to play with the idea that he disappeared for a different reason. I mean, for Donatello, the tracker planter guy who always has his duffel bag, to disappear without a trace? There's gotta be more of an explanation than 'Shredder got him,' how did they get him without leaving a trace? With no one knowing what happened when Shredder is the biggest threat on everyone's minds? Plus, kinda playing with ideas from IDW, I like the angst of 1) future Donatello being someone teenage Donatello can't respect and 2) Donatello having different priorities that he can't get his family to listen about while they're focused on Shredder.

He could've gotten stuck in that dimension with Kirby. Renet could have come for help and found only him and he got lost in time. Or he went back to the underground city by himself instead of with his brothers

In my Stitched Together au he runs away. Which is not something I've seen much at all, except in this fic that I absolutely love (I was so excited to find this idea explored). It's such an unlikely thing for him to do and that makes it a very fun space to play in as a writer. How bad did things have to be for Donny to leave? In all that time, why didn't he come back? I have so much of this au in my head and I'm having a very hard time getting it to Outside My Head format 😅

38) Do you generally stick close to canon, or diverge from it?

A lot of my fics are post-canon so I'm technically sticking close to canon (except Turtles Forever), but adding a lot of headcanons lol

I mean the Stitched Together au will technically be canon compliant, but I don't think I can call it sticking close to canon

My biggest canon divergent piece I can think of is one I'm working on where, during their training with the Ninja Tribunal, 03 Raph and Mikey become Aware of the narrative and take issue with Leo and Donny getting treated the way they did in the first four seasons. So they fight the writer. Hey wait a second I'm the writer. I think they're winning guys sjdjakdhhag

[mdhwrites]

When it comes to fanfiction, what are your thoughts on OCs/self-inserts (I'm aware there's a difference between the two)?

So I know both of theirs reputation. In many's eyes, one is just a more extreme version of the other. Both are seen as wish fulfillment on the writer's part and thus are written poorly by default as a part of making them the most special thing that special'd. What is interesting to me in this regard is that this is actually just the same problem that the writers of the OG content face when introducing a new character but the writer doing it doesn't realize the landmine they're potentially walking onto.

Have you ever seen a long running show, even maybe just a couple seasons, and when they add a new character they get a bad reception? "They're just a copy of this character!" "They aren't nearly as deep as the cast that's already there!" "What purpose do they serve to this story except to let the writers... Add their own OC." This is because the audience is going to be inherently biased towards the characters who are already there. Trying to add a new MAIN character is always going to be difficult because it inherently means shifting the balance of the work, especially because the new character is going to need a lot of time to flesh out their place in the ensemble. Starlight Glimmer is an example, where the season after her started with a lot of episodes that were in someway focused on her so she could prove her good girl status or show how she was different from Twilight Sparkle because that's just what needs to happen with a new character.

But I want to emphasize this: OCs/Backlash on a character like this is predominantly a MAIN character problem. You want to throw in a random self insert who gets two lines and then dips out? Few, if anyone, is going to care because hey, you needed a rando there so why not just a quick cameo? This is the style the Marvel movies took with Stan Lee. His cameos were never that much a problem because they were usually a quick joke. They didn't detract from the characters you were there to see.

Which brings us to why this problem is SO. MUCH. WORSE. when it comes to fanfiction. One of the strengths of fanfiction from a novice writer's perspective is that a lot of criticism is going to be softballed because the audience is primed to just enjoy the work regardless because they just are there for more time with the characters they love. For an experience writer like me, I could theoretically be experimental with my stories more on Ao3 as a test bed for if those would work in general because I'm not going to get a one star review for the formatting, I'll get a comment going "This was weird but MAN I loved seeing X do Y." Your audience being inherently primed to enjoy your work is one of the joys of being a fanfic writer because it means it's so much easier to find your audience.

That also means it's really easy for original elements to be seen as hostile. As invading the space, especially if they're overshadowing the rest of the cast. The audience isn't here for your original characters after all. They're here for the characters they already enjoy. It makes me think of how the most famous OC of MLP's fandom... Is Nyx, at least from fanfiction. That or Pip but both use sleight of hand in order to get away with this. Nyx is not a wholly an OC. They are a mix of two characters explicitly. Nightmare and Luna, just turned into a filly. So instead of "Check out my OC," it's "Check out my alternative version Princess Luna/Nightmare Moon." Littlepip meanwhile is in a Fallout AU in an Equestria that is, well, a post apocalypse. That isn't MLP at that point. That's just original fiction and so your expectations change because you don't actually know from go if your favorite characters are going to be there so you're more there for the blending of media. Any appearances by canon characters becomes a treat and so Littlepip doesn't have to compete with them. I've also never read either of these stories, I'm just going off of what I've absorbed since I know these characters are commonly liked and what their concepts are. This is also not a condemnation of either character, both need to be well written to be as popular as they are or else they would have been discarded, just that they don't have as much of an uphill battle as literally just dropping a new character in the media world you enjoy has.

The other way you can bypass this is to make them narratively subservient to a character. What I mean by that is that they clearly are there to push another main character's arc and the like. As such, they don't feel as much like a main character, they feel like interesting supporting cast to one of the characters already is primed to like. Pretty much any Apple Family OC is going to fall into this so long as the story also heavily includes Applejack or Apple Bloom. Babs Seed is literally just this where her connection to the Apples and how she challenges them makes her immediately compelling to the audience because we want to see that. A looooot of one off characters honestly fall into this category, with the added bonus that they're not main characters, they're supporting cast.

So with all of this, I think it begs the question: Are OCs/Self Inserts treated unfairly? Well... That's really fucking complicated. As I pointed out above, the well written and the well conceived can absolutely be liked. It has maybe fallen a bit out fashion post MLP but a lot of fandoms probably have semi-famous that just got popular enough to start being passed around. An OC can be well received so long as they're done well. The reason so few are done well is honestly tragically simple: You have now taken one of the hardest parts of original writing and added the biggest downside of fanfiction with none of the strengths of fanfiction.

I have said that I became an original writer because I found myself limited by fanfiction. That the AUs I made were essentially irrecognizable, or not materially added to, by being fanfiction. This is because the one mandate, the one restriction, of fanfiction is that you have to work within the boundaries of the media you are in. Those boundaries are looser than an original story but there are limits. You make an alicorn OC in MLP fanfic will ask questions because doesn't that make them a princess? So now you have to add someone entirely from whole cloth, robbing you of the bonuses of fanfiction, while making sure they contort to the rules of the fiction, rather than ever being able to bend those rules for the sake of the character and their story. This can actually make it really good practice for making original characters for an original story because of those extra challenges but that's not how most fanfic authors look at it. It's just adding a character, or themselves, into a story because they're excited to do so. That is a recipe for disaster.

I also think it is given too much shit for the same reason. Unless the person touts their OC as perfectly written... Let them enjoy their trash. Fanfiction is for the writer before it is ever for the reader after all. If you can empathize with why a person adds themselves into a story, which is an entire blog on its own, then it can help you see a poorly written OC and go, "This isn't for me." And then leave. You do not have to be a dick about it, they're just trying to enjoy themselves.

As a note: This is why I so very, VERY rarely go after fanworks. I do not want to shit on people just for wanting to create and play. It's just discouraging so unless I have a larger point I can make through the work, an actual lesson to teach rather than just dragging it through the mud, I'm not even going to bother talking about it. I'm just being a dick then.

And a lot of the push against OCs and Self Inserts in fanfiction fall into and I hope that hasn't discouraged people from making the stories they want to like it did for me with my first ever piece of fanfiction. See you all next tale.

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[spiteless-xo]

hola tiff 👋

i was a frequent commenter on ao3 intending to come back and finish your magnum opus (tbaw) in one sitting bc the week to week format was stressing me out. i somehow spoiled myself on the ending before reading it and i’m lowkey disappointed our girl didn’t ride off into the sunset alone or with her friends, that would’ve been so subversive and unexpected.

a few questions:

- who/what inspired your versions of the aot characters? jean specifically, his personality and values seem completely opposite to his canon counterpart. as for eren, you probably wrote him with way more complexity and emotion than isayama did. if it wasn’t for the borderline revenge porn subplot, i’d say you almost made me love a character i previously hated. your writing is really that great 🤩

- how did you feel about how the mange/anime ended and would you have changed anything about it?

- are you still planning on writing the reiner spin-off?

you definitely earned yourself a break from all this. hope life’s been treating your well otherwise!

hello and welcome back!!! omg what a lovely question, thank you so much for asking!! literally, i saw your message in my inbox and i was like 🥺 and it gave me the energy to respond to a few other messages that i've been hoarding in my inbox for the past like......... month lol

i actually very seriously considered having her end up with nobody or have be it more open-ended but i figured that after all of the pain, the characters deserved a happy ending.

long response under cut

who/what inspired your versions of the aot characters?

jean was inspired by the school castes version of jean where he is a bully lol i've also seen readers describe him as "jean if he never met marco", which is very accurate. in my opinion, even canon jean is not a very good person, in the sense that being "good" or doing the "right thing" doesn't come naturally. we see him struggle through difficult decisions a lot in canon but he always CHOOSES to do the right thing because he doesn't want to disappoint the jean that marco thought he was. since there's nobody to disappoint in tbaw, it's easier for him to be selfish. and you guys all know i love jean, so this isn't even a criticism of his canon character. i LOVE the fact that he's someone who actively works to be a better person because in real life, it's not that easy to always be the hero, so i think that's so cool and realistic and i could probably talk about this all day but I'll stop 🤚 eren i tried to mostly base off of canon, with the exception that his relationship with zeke is flipped. where zeke is desperate for family and eren is the manipulative one in canon, in tbaw it's the opposite. au's are hard, because as much as i want to try to be faithful to canon, when you take away a major part of it (in tbaw's case, the literal TITANS), it can really impact the character. so, now that eren doesn't have his insane desire to kill titans after the death of his mom, in a modern au he has to channel that energy into something else. in tbaw's case it was holding that resentment for his father and trying to find the family that he missed out on, which turned him into this horrible person in hopes of getting validation from the child that his father chose over him. but at the end of the day, he's still super passionate and caring about his friends and is willing to do almost anything for them... but he's honestly just a little stupid and could've definitely talked to his friends about what he was going through instead of going completely nuclear. for the other characters, i tried to stick to what i thought their modern au!personality would be, but i also wanted to tell a certain story so i took some little liberties.

how did you feel about how the mange/anime ended and would you have changed anything about it?

i think it's really difficult to successfully nail the ending of anything. especially something that generates so much discussion, character study, and attention. i feel like we're going to see a similar thing happen with the jjk series. while i don't think the ending to the manga/anime was perfect, i still liked it. i still love attack on titan and rewatch it and engage with the fandom pretty regularly, which is more than i can say about some other shows i liked that have ended. i don't think i'd change anything about the ending if i had the power to do so

are you still planning on writing the reiner spin-off?

yes, hopefully 😭 i haven't been able to write anything for months because i think i'm just overthinking things. but i've been trying really hard these past few days to just get SOMETHING down, so i'm slowly getting back into the swing of things?? maybe?? fingers crossed for me.

[mediums-georg]

Dear Podficcer letter 2024 (for @summerpodficswap)

Dear Podficcer:

Thanks for considering recording something for me! I am so excited.

Some general notes: I prefer podfics with simple soundscaping and quiet music, so it’s easy to hear the person speaking. My hearing is not known for being good, unfortunately.

I am okay with any rating and category. If the fic is NSFW, I would prefer it to be F/F, M/M, or Other. However, if it’s M/F and really funny, I’ll allow it. (Hopefully this goes without saying, but please don’t record an NSFW fic for me if you’re younger than 18).

When it comes to writing/recording fics, my preferences are generally the same as listed here, except I am not comfortable creating NSFW works.

Without further ado, here are my current fandoms! Currently The Stanley Parable is the main fandom that lives in my head rent free, but I have several others as well.

Main Fandoms:

Welcome to Night Vale

the Magnus Archives/Protocol

Hello from the Hallowoods

The Stanley Parable

Secondary Fandoms:

Starkid

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality

She-ra

Meow Wolf

Favorite genres:

Comedy

Sci-Fi

Fantasy

Horror

Tags and Tropes I enjoy:

Crack/crack treated seriously

Crossovers

Social media AU

Post-Canon

angst with a happy ending

identity shenanigans

Genderbending

F/F ships

Filk

Autistic characters/disabled characters in general

Unreality

multiverses

4th wall breaking/meta

Fics formatted like an episode of the podcast they’re from

Outsider POV

fics that will make you cry but are also comforting

fics where the main characters slowly realizes they’re living in a dream/simulation

Do Not Want:

Non-con or Underage archive warnings

Incest or pedophilia

RPF

Character X Reader (unless it’s funny and/or it gets meta)

And now, time for my fandom-related preferences!

Welcome to Night Vale:

Cecil/Carlos

Michelle/Maureen

The Magnus Archives:

Fix-it fics

Post-canon, especially if it’s a crossover

Jon/Martin

Melanie/Georgie

Hello from the Hallowoods:

Angst

Nikignik 

Riot/Olivier

Hector/Jonah

Percy/Diggory

Violet/Bern

Yaretzi/The Countess

Polly & Yaretzi & Mort

The Stanley Parable:

Stanley/Narrator

Timekeeper | The Settings Person 

4th wall breaking fics

Hatchetfield:

Paul/Emma

Steph/Pete

Grace Chastity

The Lords in Black

I still haven’t watched Nightmare Time 2 and the last episode of Nightmare Time 1, so please don’t spoil them!

Post-canon - specifically if you have a fic set right after Nerdy Prudes Must Die, I so want to hear it.

She-Ra:

Catra/Adora

Entrapta/Hordak

Entrapta/Darla

Post-canon

I’m not too fond of the headcanon that Entrapta is asexual and not interested in sex (although I could see her as a sex favorable ace)

Thanks for reading! Feel free to check out my bookmarks to get some examples of fics that I like: https://archiveofourown.org/users/crackfics_georg/pseuds/crackfics_georg/bookmarks 

If you podfic one that’s tagged “inspiration” I would be very happy, but I’d also love the opportunity to hear a completely new fic. Podfics of my own fics are absolutely welcome as well!

[playerprophet]

Dear Yuletide Santa

Hello!

I want to format this easily and keep it as brief as possible:

I'm Dawn. I'm a self-described fujoshi so I'm sorry in advance. My letter is going to be very short, but I hope you don't mind BL. I feel like my requests this year all have to do with really complicated male relationships.

I am happy to receive treats!!!

Do not want: Omegaverse, AUs of any kind EXCEPT canon divergence.

Do want: Mission Fic, PINING

I like happy endings but it's best if it takes a lot to earn it. Don't give it to me for free!

Prompts & Such:

The Silver Case | Kusabi and Sumio

I go feral over these two and their relationship so frankly just about anything with them will make me happy. I like to read it that Kusabi is in love with Sumio although whether it is mutual doesn't matter, and Kusabi might not even admit it, so romance is optional. Mission/case fic is always my favorite, and it's easy to utilize when the characters are cops, if you so choose. If you'd like to spend time with other characters in the tag set as well, I would love that; also happy to see any other characters in general, and I would also love any overlap with the other Kill the Past games.

xxxHolic | Doumeki and Watanuki

I went on an old CLAMP reading binge recently and was anguished when I caught up on all the xxxHolic that there is. Watanuki feels like a hole made for me. This is a series that lends itself to mission fic well and again, I'm sure Doumeki is in love with Watanuki but who knows what the deal is after that. I read just about all the Doumeki/Watanuki fic there is on AO3 and I'm still hungry. Turn that pining up to eleven.

Thank you so much!

Mobile Suit Gundam | Amuro and Char

Please please please give me the Amuro/Char ship fic of my dreams. Or, alternatively, the hatefic of my dreams. I watched the OG Gundam recently and was very depressed to find the AO3 pickings for this pair were disappointing. I've seen Zeta and Char's Counterattack as well so feel free to use that info and if you go further than that I won't understand the references but please have fun. I am too excited to even think of prompts. Perhaps they meet up somewhere at precisely the wrong place at precisely the wrong time? Perhaps it's the opposite and they become unlikely allies? Maybe they get stuck in an elevator together? I think the keyword between these two is "friction" and sparks fly, but not necessarily in a good way. I think their relationship is juiciest in the CA/Zeta era but I don't care where in the timeline you put it. Please harness your own internal burning fujoshi soul and have fun and I'll love it.

[naruto-littlespace]

Akatsuki Littlespace Headcanons

I could and probably will write more, but I don’t feel like it right now, so here’s this.

Disclaimer 1: Littlespace, in the AU and in real life, is a coping mechanism for everything from everyday stressors to psychological disorders like PTSD. If you sexualize littlespace do not interact with this AU or me, I will block you.

Disclaimer 2: Littlespace in this post is slightly different from in real life, magic-ed up in a similar way to how ninjas are magic-ed up in the Naruto universe. Chakra-using littles actually revert to the size they were when they were their little ages, although they retain any bodily changes since then (little Kakuzu still has stitches, little Deidara would have hand mouths.) The exception of course is Sasori, whose body is manmade and doesn’t change. People also do not necessarily remember their big lives when they slip into littlespace, sometimes becoming confused about where they are and who they’re with. They will sometimes be confused about what time period they’re in as well, believing things to have happened that hadn’t happened yet in their little age but were far in the past in their adult age.

This isn’t how I’m going to treat littlespace w/ Naruto characters all the time on this account btw, it’s just an idea I’ve been playing around with, like the psychological defense of reverting to a childlike state inadvertently triggers a transformation jutsu to match.

Nagato:

Little age pre Yahiko’s death was 6-7, post is 2-4

Started regressing shortly after the formation of the original Akatsuki. She and Yahiko had to do research to figure out why their teenage friend had suddenly turned into a child, but after they learned they took care of him: treated him like a child, bought him kids books from the local thrift shop, tucked him into bed. He called them uncle and auntie.

He would stay in littlespace for a surprisingly long amount of time, for 4-6 hours on days between missions.

After Yahiko’s death he spent many days in a row regressed to age two. Konan scrambled to take care of him and handle her own grieving. After that was over he promised her she wouldn’t have to take care of him again.

Nowadays of course she still takes care of him when he regresses, but he tries to force himself out of it if he begins to.

He still has board books and stuffies, so if he does fully regress he’ll have one of his pein bodies bring them to him.

Being ~3 he doesn’t have the mental capacity to control all the Peins, so they just kind of idle for awhile.

Konan:

Little age is 3-5

Pre modern Akatsuki she didn’t like regressing at all and only did it involuntarily. She would handle it by either walking it off or reading Nagato’s board books by herself.

This continued pretty much until she started becoming friends with Kakuzu, who openly admitted he was a little (he thought she should know, in case it ended up delaying his missions--it was mostly so she would stick up for him to Pein. No, he wasn’t hunting bounties, there’s a perfectly logical explanation--)

So she had a bad day while she and Kakuzu were at the same base and went ‘can you please deal with me for a couple of minutes’ and he was like ‘ofc’ so she sat down in front of him and shrank down to a little girl and started crying. He picked her up and bounced her on his knee until she calmed down. She ended up staying little for a couple of hours because Kakuzu took her out of the office and telling her stories about his childhood while they prepared dinner.

Kisame becomes her caretaker too when the three of them start dating.

Sometimes she starts crying inconsolably about something she won’t talk about other than someone leaving her and something being unfair. Pein showed up during this one time and said he knew what she was talking about and it was none of her cgs’ concern which ofc made them concerned but they haven’t gotten the chance to talk to her about it.

Itachi:

Little age is 2-4 but since her chakra is often very low so she doesn’t always physically become that tiny.

She didn’t regress until after she joined the Akatsuki, but when she did Kisame wasn’t surprised. He reintroduced himself as her babysitter, slipped her a lollipop and took her to a library to pick out some kids books.

Loves to be pampered. Oh god it’s the only time she can relax at all

Wears reading glasses because they can’t get her in to an eye doctor appointment

She’s trans in this au because I say so

Likes playing with weasel and crow toys, esp when her caretaker (usually Kisame, Konan and Kakuzu as well when they’re around) plays the weasel and she’s the crow. She’ll tell stories where they go out to the woods to train or just hang out.

She loves to sit in laps <3

She eats a lot more in littlespace than out so whoever’s feeding her makes lots of food. For her to grow big and strong u know

Kisame:

Little age 0. He is just baby

Being reminded of the bloody mist triggers his littlespace, though he has to be in a bad headspace in the first place. It really does not happen often.

Post Akatsuki the first time he slipped was after he, Kakuzu and Konan started dating. Kakuzu woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of crying and woke Konan up immediately afterwards because holy sh*t there’s a baby in our bed!!

It was Kisame. Kakuzu picked him up and rocked him back to sleep. Konan asked how he was so good with kids and he was like ‘oh I had a baby once.’ She does not ask him to elaborate. Kisame wakes up as an adult the next morning.

They keep a container of powder formula for him if he regresses but won’t get him a pacifier because they’re afraid he’d bite off and choke on the teat. They have bottles but Kakuzu makes the nipples for them out of one of his threads on the spot bc he’d bite through literally everything else with his tiny demon teeth.

Sasori:

Little age is unclear (unlike some of the others, he’s never said it.)

Signs he’s in littlespace: stops talking, stops walking if he can afford it, walks unsteadily and a little bowlegged if he can’t. Stops using ninjutsu and if he’s near a kitchen he might try to eat despite not having a digestive system anymore. Has been known to ask where Granny Chiyo is. The answer is ‘back home.’

Deidara got him a pacifier and a coloring book. He does use them but not when anyone else is watching, not even Deidara.

He is a bit upset when he’s reminded that his body is wooden. He would like to feel things please. But he learns to just enjoy the sensation of squishing a stuffie and his jaw chewing on a paci.

Deidara:

Not actually a little. He just hasn’t gone through sh*t like the rest of the Akatsuki have, and has coping mechanisms for when he is having a bad time.

He caretakes for Konan when her boys aren’t around and for Sasori if he’ll let him.

Hidan told him about littles after Kakuzu regressed in front of him and thought Deidara might need to know because of how much baggage Sasori has (he doesn’t know what it is but he can smell drama)

So he looked out for Sasori becoming a kid and learned instead to look for him not acting like an adult. He walked out of Hiruko and tried to eat in front of him and Deidara had to tell him he couldn’t have a strawberry because it was bad for his health and not because it would probably make his insides mold. It’s weird but Deidara is also weird and he makes it work.

Kakuzu:

Little age is 9-10

Post Akatsuki the first time he regressed was in front of Hidan in the middle of the woods. He didn’t recognize him and immediately tried to run and then beat him up when he chased him. Hidan had to think fast and tell him he was his new neighbor and pretend to be taking him home. The next time he was babysitting.

Sometimes asks where his husband is. The first time Hidan heard this his response was ‘what the f*ck’ and Kakuzu told him that was a bad word.

Enjoyed activities include reading, sparring, and to the surprise of some, hunting. He’s not bad w/ a bow and arrow.

The best way to keep him in/make him feel comfy in littlespace is to make him a meal. U can let him help to the extent that he sets the table or pours the drinks or smth (because he will ask) but take care of the food for him, because he hasn’t had someone else handle that for him in a long time.

Regressing isn’t necessarily a common thing for him to do but he’s one of the only ones whose regression can be triggered by physical pain as well as emotional. He can usually harden his skin to block attacks but if he doesn’t in time he may turn into a ten year old. It actually can surprise an opponent enough for Hidan to be able to take them out.

Hidan:

Not a little either.

Knew about littles bc there was an old man in his village who had ptsd from some long forgotten war and sometimes turned into a six year old.

Caretakes for Kakuzu pretty exclusively, unless Kakuzu is big and taking care of someone else, in which case he’ll help out if he’s feeling nice at the time. Itachi is actually his favorite to take care of because Itachi is a very manageable child.

Obito:

Little age varies wildly from about 1-11. He blocks his physical regression because he regresses Often and doesn’t want to blow his Madara cover.

He has been regressing since p much immediately after he got crushed. Madara was really having none of it and went from patiently waiting for him to become ‘big’ again to pretending it wasn’t happening, forcing Obito back into a uh. ‘’Normal’’’’ headspace

The Tobi act is actually covering his littlespace though when he’s an adult he has no idea how to realistically act like a kid so when he’s actually a kid it’s kind of jarring for all involved

When he’s a baby he just screams. Not really crying in distress but screaming because he can

He’s so eager for attention. Please talk to him! Play toys with him!!! Read a book, eat dango, run around outside, catch bugs, train!!!

Never mentions Kakashi or Rin but sometimes will mention his grandma or Lord Fourth as if he is the current Hokage

[c-estmabiologie]

this wilting world you’ve wed

Friends and strangers, I’m shaking off the moss to say that Jamie the Gardener absolutely wrecked me and so I had to emotionally decompress with a character study because I love to cry.

circa 1984 & 1998 (-ish)

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Then

Every person has got a story, whether that story gets told or not.

This is a story about a gardener.

As one would expect (or at least hope), plants were easy for the gardener. Plants would tell her when they were in need and it was never all that difficult for her to suss out what they were asking of her. Leaves would wilt and brown and she would know that they wanted watering. Spots would appear and she’d know to search out some source of rot. She could tell when to replant, when to find a sunnier spot, and when to take cuttings. She could coax vigor into the saddest houseplants left to curl into husks next to greeting cards and tabloid mags at the grocers’; she encouraged lilies leaning on shiny plastic picks that read “Congratulations” to hold themselves up by their own strength; she freed African violets from the crackle of cellophane and they would bloom in endless gratitude.

The au pair would bring them home, too, and treat them like puzzles for the gardener to solve. Their apartment became a garden over weeks and months and years. It was never as elegant and manicured as the lawns and hedges of the gardens where they’d first met, but it was a garden nonetheless, tended and tender. Ferns and pothos crowded sills and shelves and countertops.

More than once a day the gardener found herself sweeping potting soil off of surfaces and into her palm like so many crumbs.

“I don’t know about that one,” said the gardener one day, when the au pair came home with a particularly wild-looking ivy tucked into a plastic bag. It had been collected from who-knows-where (a ditch, as it would turn out).

“That one looks invasive.”

But the au pair was insistent.

“So we won’t let it outside,” she said. “I think it deserves as much of a chance as any other plant.”

The gardener relented, as she always would when the au pair asked for something (and she so seldom asked for anything).

The ivy, of course, flourished under the gardener’s care and, as she’d suspected, it was dissatisfied with keeping to itself. It would send tendrils to visit its neighbours. It would bury itself into their dirt and threaten to strangle other, much more polite plants, by their roots. The gardener almost didn’t catch it before it claimed its first, but she did manage to, if not tame it, at least keep it away from her personal favourites. If she sighed and grumbled over the ivy, then she made sure to do it when the au pair wasn’t in the room. Mostly.

Before

“You seem young.”

“Yeah, well, I guess I decided my youth was worth wasting.”

And with that there was a hitch in the conversation. Neither of them seemed to have a problem with each other, as far as the gardener could tell, but they both seemed to have a problem with interviews. The housekeeper seemed the meticulous sort with so many priorities constantly rising up and falling down a ranked list in her mind (to her credit, that last remark hadn’t seemed to put her off the gardener as a job candidate). For the gardener, this format recalled every time she’s had to sit in a chair before authority. The gardener hooked the toe of her boot around a chair leg and watched the housekeeper smooth her skirt out (unnecessarily, the skirt was perfectly kept) with her hands.

It struck the gardener then that the housekeeper was a striking woman. She wasn’t sure why this should surprise her. After all, the gardener wasn’t a tottering old bloke in galoshes like gardeners in storybooks, so why shouldn’t a housekeeper be beautiful?

When she was asked to explain why she was suited for the job, there was so much that the gardener couldn’t say, no matter how honestly she felt it. She knew better than to answer that she’d already decided that the job was as good as hers. She’d already paid a deposit on a little flat above a pub in the village. She’d even bought a plant for the windowsill. A calathea for new beginnings. For the gardener, this was where her story could start. No prologue necessary.

She couldn’t say that she could see the ritual of returning every morning, the house like a touchstone, to tend to things that were hers alone to tend to. The house would be asleep except for her. Just her and the mist that would curl up off the pond and around her ankles.

The gardener had gone so much of her life so far nomadic and unrooted by her choice, and just as often uprooted against her will. Here she felt she might be able to settle into herself a little.

There was a time not so long ago when the very idea of standing still would set the gardener’s feet in motion. In a way it was that same fear that had sent her here, to a village far enough away from, well, far enough from every place that had left her with scars and brick-bruised knuckles and the notion that she was a problem. Since coming to Bly she’d told herself that she was better now at understanding what she could handle until it had felt like truth. By the time she'd found her feet crunching up the path to the manor, she’d begun telling herself that she was sure that she could handle anything.

“Well, for one, you need a gardener. I can tell you’ve been without one for more than a few seasons,” was what she said instead.

“I took a little walk around before it was time to meet. Lots of ferns and old roses. Lovely stuff. But the roses haven’t been pruned in a long time and you could be getting far more blooms with a little tending. I might have to cut a few right to the ground to wake them up. Some of the other plants have gone leggy.

”It’ll take a lot of work to bring these grounds back, and I’ve got a lot of work in me.”

The housekeeper didn’t ask why the gardener’s previous work was odd jobs scattered across so many counties that it looked like she’d hung up a map in a pub and thrown a fistful of darts at it to build her resume. The housekeeper didn’t ask why the only reference the gardener could cough up was a coordinator from a youth rehabilitation programme (the gardener hadn’t spoken to the coordinator for a few years by then. She hoped that she was still at the same place and that she had good things to say, if she remembered the gardener at all).

Instead, the housekeeper looked at the gardener, really looked at her, and said:

“Yes. I believe you.”

Then

The gardener could spend hours removing dead leaves from plants, pulling them gently away with her fingers or pruning them when they weren’t quite ready to let go. For her, it was more than the simple satisfaction of clearing death away to make room for blooms. The gardener understood that dead leaves still draw energy. The plant will work just as hard to sustain what’s dead as new buds and leaflings. Pulling away the dead parts frees the plant to focus on living. That’s all customers cared about when they entered the shop: plants that seemed to be effortlessly brimming with life. They didn’t realize the work that went into it.

Under it all the gardener suspected that people weren’t so different from plants in that way. The trouble with people was that they tended to shield their hurt. They cupped their hands around it and held it close, as if something worse might happen if another person saw. Time and experience had granted her a practiced eye for the subtler signs of human pain. Heartbeat-quick hesitations. Disconnected gazes. Tensed fingers and unspoken words. People weren’t so different from plants, but plants were undoubtedly easier.

The gardener envied plants for their simple existence. She tried to be pragmatic, but she was no different from any other person. She carefully guarded her own anger and hurt (she was so fucking angry and there was nothing to fight) and set them aside, with the briefest nods of acknowledgement, to make room for another’s burden (it was never a burden, not really. She had never met hurt that she wasn’t sure she was strong enough to carry alongside her own). A heart was only four chambers after all, and the gardener would pack them full of everything that the au pair was afraid to feel if she could.

Sometimes the gardener caught herself wishing for the past, a different past, a version of their story where everything was exactly the same except that there was no darkness crouched inside the au pair. On days off she  took herself to the library and pored over microfiche. She made calls to strangers, recommended to her by the cook, trying to piece together a history that had gotten itself tangled up with theirs. She wished to understand, as if understanding might yield a different future. A future that wasn’t a slow and inevitable erosion of days.

But these wishes weren’t practical. They were snatching away minutes and hours. Her only option was to move forward. Each day felt won, perhaps unfairly, a watched pot and all that (the gardener never cared for the expression, but she did regard it nonetheless with a spirit of helpless hopefulness). If she was watchful, nothing might come to pass.

Before

Time passed in that inexorable way that was time’s habit. The gardener pulled her boots on before dawn, and she had hair tangled with sweat and dew, clothes and skin streaked with dirt by the time she found herself in the kitchen sharing tea with the cook and the housekeeper and the family if they were about. It wasn’t happiness, exactly, but it was comfortable. Whatever the gardener was caught in, it didn’t feel like forever, but it had a strange gravity that held her in place.

No, that wasn’t quite right. The manor had a strange push and pull, like a magnet flipping over, or the moon fickly pushing the tide and pulling it back on a tether.

That wasn’t it either.

It was like cigarettes. Like perhaps Bly might not be all that great for her health. And it didn’t exactly leave a pleasant taste. But if she was gone too long, she felt an itch to go back and dig her hands into it and if she didn’t pay attention she’d be into her second pack by noon. At this point in her life, the gardener felt few stakes in being tied to something that might be slowly burning days off of her time on Earth, but she admitted to herself that she did breathe more easily when she dropped off in her own bed each night. The housekeeper had sold her home to live on the grounds. The gardener understood the choice, but she couldn’t imagine it for herself. She didn’t have any reason powerful enough to keep her beyond the sun’s setting. It was too dark then for her to do her work.

She couldn’t place why she felt this way. After all, the family was darling and they fully lived at the manor. They treated her like an old friend and left her alone to do what she wished with the grounds. The children were good in that they were children who demanded nothing of her. She was an audience to their games and storytelling, and they gave her space without her having to ask.

Even so, she managed to carve out secret spaces, something assuredly hers and hers alone (she knew it couldn’t ever really be hers. Besides nature having no owner, the grounds were hers to nurture and nothing more). She found a spot near the edge of the property that was left wild and forested. It was a spot where she allowed herself to just exist. It was a spot where she could be lonely except for the tender night-blooming vines she exhaustively grew from seed every spring.

Then

Were the gardener to rewrite her story, it would go something like this:

There was once a gardener. She’d felt many things before she was lucky enough to feel love. She’d had more than a few regrets in her life, and she’d lost so much, but she never did lose that feeling of love once she’d found it.

Her story, stripped of details and evaporated to its essence, would be a love story.

But the truth was that the gardener would never want to rewrite her story. She knew that one day when she would do the washing up, the memory of shattered ceramic would be a monument. Every reflection would someday recall those first nervous touches and kisses so many years ago. Until then, she would comfort herself with the weight and warmth of the au pair asleep next to her, the reassurance that she was still there. Forgetting any moment felt like a betrayal. If anything, she felt like she should remember everything doubly, a copy to keep, and one to telegraph through her fingertips as they brushed along the au pair’s skin (memorizing this, too). Reminders for them both.

[amandaoftherosemire]

... And Chose Me

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Unnamed OFC!Hallway Blonde

Author: @amandaoftherosemire​

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,839

Format: Two-part series

Warning: Smut, 18+ only, language, unintentional voyeurism, female masturbation, mild angst, embarrassment.

Summary: After accidentally catching Steve in an intimate moment, you can’t stop thinking about it. Now that he knows you caught him, neither can he.

A/N: This was inspired by a piece of fanart that I saw that I can’t find now to save my damn life. It was of Steve and Sharon against a wall, mostly clothed, him in a tux and her in a red dress, and I loved it. (If anyone knows what I’m talking about, please let me know so I can credit the artist.)

However, I personally hate how the fandom has treated Sharon Carter at times, so I tend not to vilify her if I can help it. To be clear, Hallway Blonde is NOT Sharon Carter.

I only split this into two parts because of the word count. It was one of those stories that showed up in my brain and wouldn’t shut up until I got it out of there and out of the way. The response to part one was so encouraging I got this shined up faster than I thought and I couldn’t resist posting it right away. Thank you so much!

For She Had Eyes... here

And Chose Me

A week later, the next movie night, you were taking your new route from your garage to your room, this one the least likely to cross Steve's path. You were still not sure you could face him, too humiliated by everything. You’d confessed far more than you were comfortable with thanks to guilt.

In the past several days, however, you'd been reliving the confrontation over and over again, as well as what you had come to think of as the Incident. Snapshots from what you’d witnessed could hit you at any time, breaking your concentration and making your skin run hot, but you’d been going over the conversation in your garage every night before you fell asleep as well. It had occurred to you that he hadn’t been angry or upset. Rather, he’d seemed apologetic, at first.

When you'd stormed out, you would swear he looked intrigued.

Not only did that thought not help you sleep, you were absolutely sure you weren't ready to deal with him in reality, even if it wasn’t only your imagination. Hence, the roundabout route. 

You were taken by complete surprise, then, when you rounded a corner and ran straight into him.

Steve, on the other hand, had been waiting for you, expecting you to pass this way to the screening room, and caught you easily against him, his hands closing gently around your upper arms, pressing you briefly against his chest before steadying you in front of him.

"Hey, y/n," he said warmly, reluctantly letting you go once your feet were firmly planted.

You absolutely melted into the warmth of Steve's hands, his body. You had only grown more susceptible since the Incident and when his hands squeezed once before letting go, your heart fluttered in response. He was so sweet and sexy. "Hi, Steve," you rasped, a little breathless at being caught, both by surprise and by Steve.

His smile spread. The look on your face, the smile on your lips gave him confidence that he hadn’t simply imagined it; you were attracted. "I haven't seen you in a while. You haven't been avoiding me, have you?"

"Of course I have." The retort came out wry and vaguely disgusted and prompted a chuckle from Steve. His eyes devoured your face, feeling starved for the sight of you. Though in the time he’d known you he’d been careful to not give away his feelings, he’d still stayed in your orbit, wanting to be around you. Your absence had been sorely felt.

"I wish you wouldn't," he replied, his smile sweet and his eyes soft as they seared into yours. You were caught in the blue, captivated by the touch of green you'd never noticed before. You and he had never really looked at each other like this before, and it felt momentous. Your lips parted and you would swear Steve was closer than he had been.

"Hey!" You jumped at the sound of Sam's voice. "C'mon, guys, before Bucky eats all the popcorn." Down the hall, Sam was waving you and Steve into the screening room. You'd obviously been planning to skip movie night, avoiding Steve, but you couldn't now, not when he was looking at you like this.

Steve didn't even glance at Sam, his gaze remaining firmly on your face as he spoke one measured word. "Sam." Somehow, Sam seemed to understand exactly what Steve meant and ducked back into the room without protest.

"If you share popcorn with me, instead of either of us sharing with them, I promise to not hog it," he said, his voice soft and gentle.

If you had a defense left against Steve, that destroyed the last of it, your heart sighing at the sweetness of the man. Your voice throaty enough to shame you if you were talking to anyone other than him, you replied with a slow, hot smile. "Why do I get the feeling you're offering to share more than popcorn with me, Steve?"

You didn't know it, but the smile that overtook your face was wrecking Steve. Though the heat suffusing his neck and cheeks felt very familiar, he could hardly believe he heard his own voice saying, as he offered his arm to escort you to the screening room, "Because I am."

The next few hours were the most electrifying of your life. You sat next to Steve, carefully sharing the popcorn he'd made and brought to where you were curled up on one of the couches in the screening room. You didn't watch a second of the movie, couldn't even remember what had been on the screen, too aware of the nearness of Steve, the heat of his body next to yours.

You felt like a teenager again, quickened breaths in the dark, stolen glances in the flickering light. Steve seemed as captivated, smiling shyly whenever your eyes or hands met over the popcorn. Neither of you acknowledged the heat rising between you, but both of you were captivated by it.

Once the popcorn was gone, Steve leaned forward and placed the bowl on the floor next to him, his heart racing from every accidental brush of your skin against his, no matter how innocent. When he sat back up, he lay his arm along the back of the couch, hoping the invitation was clear without being overt.

To his delight, you moved to lean against him, the same way you would if any close friend had been sitting next to you. Settling in with your head against his shoulder, your shoulder under his arm, your back against his chest, you tried to hide the hitch in your breathing. You stretched your legs out and pretended to focus on the movie the way you would if you were sitting with Bucky or Sam, except you'd successfully put both of them in the Do Not Bang category so your heart didn't flutter and jump the way it did with Steve.

Steve had burst out of that category with one look at his face flushed with passion. When your skin brushed his, you felt it in your bones. The warmth of his body seeped into yours, relaxing you, turning your muscles pliant. You softened like wax against him, unable to hide what he did to you.

Steve was in heaven. You’d melted against him and he was awed at how good it felt. He could smell your hair, your skin, the scent coiling into his head and muddling his mind. His heart was pounding like a drum, the quick thrumming of your heart matching it, creating an ache in his gut. Your heart didn’t race like this with others. Only him.

You were having an internal meltdown. If you’d been alone with him, you’d have already climbed into Steve’s lap. As you'd relaxed into him, you’d felt him relax against you in turn. Then you'd felt the muscles in his arm flex, ever so slightly, like he was squeezing you. The feeling had set off a storm of sensation inside you, way out of proportion to something you may have imagined.

It was your own fault, really.

If only you'd been able to resist getting yourself off to the memory of watching him, imagining yourself the focus of all that passion. That intrigued look as you'd fled your garage had haunted you, left you wanting in ways you'd never experienced before. You'd been ashamed of yourself, but it hadn't stopped you.

But that meant that every brush of his skin against yours set fires, every minute snuggled against his body driving you quietly mad. You were slowly but surely melting into a puddle of pure lust simply sitting next to him. Instead of the movie, all you could see was his biceps flexing as he held you open to pound harder into you. You'd replaced Hallway Blonde in your fantasies immediately, and you’d only gotten more detailed after you'd talked to Steve in your garage.

Steve was using every sense at full capacity and every single one was telling him that you were as aroused as he. The knowledge only made him hotter and he’d been rock hard since before the popcorn was gone. He was arguing with himself, however, trying to talk himself down, afraid to believe what his senses were telling him when he wanted so badly for it to be true.

He blinked when the lights came on, hadn't noticed the roll of credits nor the movement and voices of the others in the room. You hadn't moved, either, utterly spellbound by being held, even so loosely, against Steve.

"What'd you guys think?" Sam raised his voice and spoke in your and Steve's direction, one eyebrow raised and a half-smile starting on his mouth as he watched the two of you start and stumble, flustered with each other. He hadn't considered the idea before, but he liked it.

"I think I kind of fell asleep," you said, not really feigning your confusion, "I don't remember a thing. I think I'm done for the day." With that, you stood, smiled genially at everyone and bade your good nights. You gave Steve a special smile, one slow and warm in invitation. If he wanted you, you were in.

Before you got more than a step away, Steve was standing up. "Is it okay if we talk for a minute?" he asked softly, almost under his breath, well aware that ears almost as sensitive as his own were listening and the mouth attached would be gossiping with Sam as soon as the two of you were out the door.

Your smile sparkled, and he was dazzled, forgetting anyone else existed. "Of course." You matched the volume of his voice, as aware as he that you were surrounded by people entirely too interested in your business. "Walk me to my room?" You slid your arm through his with a wide, lecherous grin, making him laugh.

You made it around only two corners before he had you up against a wall, his mouth on yours, hands on your hips, your hands in his hair.

Your tongues were tangling and curling together, and the spice of Steve's mouth was exquisite, intoxicating. You were climbing him, using your arms around his neck to pull yourself up to wrap your legs around his waist. He was eagerly helping you, his hands sliding around your thighs to hike you up so he could press his hips to yours, rocking his erection against the core of your body.

"Seriously," you purred when Steve tore his mouth from yours to close his teeth around the cord of muscle sloping from your neck to your shoulder, "what the hell was that movie about?" Having the flesh of your shoulder between Steve’s teeth was so close to some of the fantasies you'd had of late, you felt yourself shudder in reaction in his arms.

The feeling of you shivering against him only drove Steve crazier. He could hardly believe how good he felt with you. "You think I know?" he laughed against your skin, his voice rich with disbelief colored by affection.

You couldn't help but grin at the sound. You loved how sexy he made you feel, that he'd been as caught in the moment as you. If you weren't separated by multiple layers of clothing, you'd have already asked him to fuck you. Except…

"Steve?" You moaned it, loving the way Steve was nibbling gently on the edge of your jaw under your ear. "Hallway Blonde's not your girlfriend, right? I can't poach, man, it makes me feel yucky." You weren’t that worried, considering it was Steve and he was relentlessly honest, but you needed to be sure, regardless.

Steve lifted his head, his smile wide, his eyes soft, loving that you'd stop in the middle of this wildfire that had erupted between you to make sure you weren't poaching. How could he do anything but adore you?

"No." Still, reminding him of her had a cooling effect on his libido and he couldn't help but pull away again, gently letting your legs fall to the floor before stepping back completely once you were steady on your feet. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth, brushing his lips across the back, hating the concern he'd put on your face. Needing privacy, he used his grip on your hand to pull you into motion toward his rooms, deciding to use the time the walk would take to explain, at least a little.

"She's my ex," he went on, red creeping up his neck and making your heart soften in sympathy. "I was having a hard day and she got to me."

You could hear in his voice what kind of relationship he had with his ex. You squeezed his hand gently, wanting to take away the hurt. "It doesn't sound healthy." Your voice was soft with that sympathy, warm with kindness and the sound was like a balm on Steve's heart.

"It's not," he replied wryly. "I finally listened to Nat and blocked her number."

You laughed out loud at that, but then your heart began to race when you realized you were nearing Steve's door. When you reached it, you glanced at Steve, whose eyes were burning into yours with a lust you'd never seen before, as well as an emotion that looked terrifyingly close to adoration.

"I was wishing she was you." His voice was a rumble, the sound seeming to set your bones vibrating.

You loved the feeling, couldn’t resist it. Your hands came up, seemingly of their own volition, to close into fists in his shirt, dragging him close as you moaned, "God, I was, too."

Steve's smile flashed as his arms came around you to fold you close, his head dipping to yours to close his mouth over yours. Once again, you were pressed between the wall of Steve's chest and the literal wall and you couldn't find a thing not to like about it. You were purring in your throat and running your hands over the muscles of his shoulders, arms, chest, back, anywhere you could reach, really.

And once again, Steve tore his mouth from yours, but this time you fastened your mouth around the skin of his neck, sucking at the salt and sweet there, humming in satisfaction as Steve tried to remember what he'd wanted to say.

"Let me make love to you, y/n."

"Steve, will you fuck me already?"

You spoke at the same time. He did so in a moan, into the air as you destroyed his mind with your wicked mouth. You did so against his skin, your words a mutter as you still had his skin gently between your teeth.

You hummed as Steve laughed and the two of you stumbled like drunks through the door to his rooms.

Finally, away from the risk of prying eyes, the two of you gave into the inferno that had been building between you. Against the door, you twined around him in invitation. "Right here, Steve," you tempted, your voice throaty as you grabbed his hands, pulling him against you and placing his palms on your skin under your tank top. You invited him to undress you by sliding his hand further up before letting go to begin the process of getting him naked, too.

Steve let out a happily surprised laugh, his hands moving deliciously over your skin as he slid your shirt up and over your head. You lifted your arms to assist, even as he did the same so you could get his t-shirt off. "Is sex with you always this" --he paused to let you pull his shirt over his head, then grinned when you tossed it away with a playful flourish-- "fun?" He wanted to cringe when he heard the words come out of his mouth, certain you’d think him stupid, that he'd killed the mood.

Except you were laughing, sliding your palms over his chest with an approving hum and eyes that seared. "I sure hope so. Why have sex if it isn't fun?"

The next moment his big, warm hands were cupping your face, dragging your eyes from his undeniably gorgeous chest to press his lips to yours. He was drinking from your mouth like a man parched for the taste, his tongue sweeping between your lips to curve around yours in pure sexual invitation even as his palms held your face as though you were both fragile and precious. Dizzy, your hands came up to close around his wrists to steady yourself.

Steve couldn't get enough of you, couldn't believe how sweet and hot and joyous it felt to be kissing you, to feel your limbs twining around him, your hands rushing over him, your body rubbing against him. He couldn't stop, not that he wanted to, ever more lost as he kissed you more deeply, licking, sucking, nipping at your mouth. He pressed you against the wall, trying to enfold you in his body, wanting to feel every inch of you.

Your fantasies hadn't done justice to how Steve's skin would feel as you let go of his wrists to wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to climb him again. You couldn’t resist the smooth rasp of his flesh on yours, the sensation driving you higher, prompting you to ever more desperately run your hands over him.

One of Steve's arms dropped to slide around your waist and press you closer, his hand closing around your ass in a kneading grip. His other hand slid down from your cheek, his palm hot against the skin of your chest as his fingertips traced the line of your collarbone. You arched in his arms, desperate for more, tearing your mouth from his to gasp in a breath. That gasp of air came out on a moan as Steve buried his face in your throat to taste and his hand slid further down to close around your breast through your bra.

Needing more contact, more sensation, you dropped your arm to slide your hand behind your back to unhook your bra. As soon as you'd released the closure, with your assistance, Steve removed the scrap of lace and elastic and let it fall to the floor. You moaned and whimpered at the feeling of cool air followed by Steve's hot chest against your sensitive skin.

His hand returned immediately to your bare breast to knead and plump, his calloused thumb rasping over your nipple, sending shivers over your skin and making your core clench in need. You slid your hand between your bodies to return the favor, closing your hand around his erection through his jeans.

Steve groaned in turn, his head falling forward as the muscles in his neck went lax and he shuddered in reaction. He could do nothing but stand there in awe when your other hand came forward to drag impatiently at the buttons on his jeans, utterly focused on getting both of you, but mostly him, naked as quickly as possible.

Your open and honest enjoyment helped him overcome his insecurities, gave him confidence. "You really want me to take you against the wall, sweetheart?" Until he’d seen you like this, lips swollen from his, eyes shining with desire, he hadn’t known he could say anything like that to you. He now felt like he could say anything at all to you.

He could see you liked it by the lecherous grin you shot him from under mischievous eyelashes before slipping your hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, sliding your palm over the back of his rock-hard cock. The knot of lust at his center tightened when you smiled wickedly at the moan of pleasure he released. "Did watching me get you that hot?" he heard himself say, his voice almost pleading.

You felt like you could hardy breathe, the fire between you consuming the oxygen in the room and leaving you lightheaded and overheated. Steve's eyes were burning into yours with sheer, overwhelming lust on the question, making you laugh a little, breathlessly, and prompting a bluntly honest reply.

"Are you kidding me?" You moved your hand gently, curling and caressing as your palm twisted around him. Using your other hand, you dragged at the last of his clothing even as your eyes stayed on his face, drinking in his reactions to your touch. "You're so fucking sexy," you went on, your voice an ache.

Steve seemed to lose his patience. Before you could think, he was kicking out of the last of his clothing even as he bent to slide yours down and away. Your knees nearly gave out when his palms skimmed the outside of your calves, up and over the backs of your thighs to grip tight as he lifted you. Your head fell back in ecstasy when you felt your back against the wall, Steve's hips between your thighs, his mouth closing around your breast.

"Better than I imagined.” The sound was a moan, making Steve smile against your skin. You looked down to where his teeth were closed gently around your nipple and the sight had you shuddering and rocking your bare cunt against the back of his cock. Steve was even more beautiful up close, lost in you. His skin was flushed and pretty pink, the dark circles of his long lashes lovely against his cheek. The slight prickle of pain from his teeth against your breast had you bucking in his arms even as you pressed your lips to the side of his forehead.

Steve's hands tightened, his forearms under your knees to hold you in place. He spread your legs wider as he rubbed almost shamelessly against you, sliding his cock through your folds, teasing your clit with the tip. "Did you imagine it?" he asked, lifting his head to look you in the eye, his gaze searing. The question was a rumbling invitation, shivering under your skin and into your bones.

"I came that night thinking about it," you admitted, your voice an aching whimper, touched with shame, "and every day and night after." You laughed, that shamed arousal rich. It made Steve want to be inside you more than his next breath. "I've been revved ever since I saw you like this.” Your voice went even rougher with desire and you sighed, nuzzling your mouth against his. “Do you know how beautiful you are like this?”

His body quaked in reaction. Everything was sweet and hot with you, leaving him reeling. His hands tightened and he lifted you a touch higher, his cock slipping beneath you, teasing. "Fuck, you’re so wet,” he exclaimed in low tones, his excitement plain.

You might have been embarrassed if his arousal and gratification in the fact wasn’t crystal clear. You could see how close he was to his limits in his sexy clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. Barely restrained lust came through in the hands gripping your thighs almost hard enough to bruise.

You closed your teeth around his plump lower lip, then gave in to the urge you’d had all week and sucked gently on it. Letting go slowly, you scraped your teeth over that delectable lip with relish. “Please. Fuck me, Steve; I’m dyin’ here.” If he needed you to ask, you were happy to oblige.

Steve threw his head back and roared with laughter even as he slid inside you. Your moan of relieved pleasure melded with his groaning chuckle to make a sound you both found oddly charming. You grinned into his face, delighted with his pretty blushing smile, even as he began to thrust into you.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Steve retorted, his cheeks growing even pinker, if that could be believed, as his smile grew bashful.

You couldn’t laugh, though you wanted to, captivated by this new facet to Steve, but he was moving in all the right ways and all the right angles to be slowly but steadily driving you out of your mind with pleasure. You gave a choked cry, barely hearing yourself moan, “Oh, god, Steve. Thank you,” as your hands scrabbled for a grip on the muscles of his shoulders and back, touching every inch of him you could reach.

But he heard. And he thought you were just about the cutest, sweetest woman he’d ever met. He adored this polite, yet mischievous and playful side to you, was utterly and cheerfully lost in you. He couldn’t help it; his hips started thrusting harder and faster into you, overcome by the sensation of being inside you, spurred higher by the look of ecstasy on your face.

As a matter of fact, you were delighted with the increase in force and speed, had been about to request it. Your hips rocked to meet his thrusts as much as his clenched hands allowed. Steve was fulfilling your fantasy and you were about to come with his eyes on yours as he nailed you like a madman against a wall.

Then fantasy surpassed reality when he spoke, “Will you come for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” Though you only spoke one word, a single syllable, it was as though each letter had gained multiple representatives, so that it came out a shuddering, hissing moan as you fulfilled his request and came in a swamping wave of shivering pleasure.

Steve slowed to watch the climax move across your face, to see your eyes blur as it took you, to savor the feeling of you clenching and rippling over his cock as you came. He rocked gently into you as you floated down, holding onto his control by his fingernails but wanting to pleasure you thoroughly.

When your eyes focused on his once more and you smiled a cat that ate the canary smile, Steve grinned back. With a quick flex, he tossed you up, readjusting his grip as his hips moved in tandem. His hands now on your ass, a little higher and more firmly against the wall, Steve began to pound into you at a new, and somehow even better angle.

You gasped, the sensation building you quickly back to peak, though Steve's face, inches from yours, in the throes of passion, was almost as exciting as his hips slamming into yours. His jaw was clenched, his eyes flames as they stared into yours. No longer merely pretty, the near feral look of lust tightening his face made him gorgeous. You could see you were the center of his focus, that nothing could or would drag his attention from this inferno before it had burned itself out.

"Again," he growled, and you could feel it in his chest where it rubbed against yours. You'd long ago given over your weight and control to Steve, willing to let him take you where he wanted. You gave the rest of yourself over at his command; giving in to Steve had worked out well for you so far.

With a sultry, "yes, sir," you let the climax to which he'd so relentlessly driven you take you over, shuddering helplessly on his cock as he continued to thrust into you.

The sound of your voice, sexy and full of fun even as you started to ripple around him once more, tripped some switch in his brain and drug him over the edge with you, though he'd wanted to make it last. Watching you come was his new favorite thing. He didn't know if he'd ever have this chance again and had hoped to see it more before it was all over.

He couldn't help himself, though, not when you were so perfectly wrapped around him, so clearly loving everything he was doing to you. His rhythm growing erratic, he came with stuttering hips and a groan of pleasure so beautiful it made you shudder with aftershocks.

Despite the pleasure rocketing through you, your eyes remained open, fierce as you watched Steve, greedily drinking in the sight you'd missed last week because of your conscience, and to be fair, your fear of getting caught. His beauty became almost obscene, taut and dangerous in an endless moment you’d never forget.

Then everything about him softened against you as he drifted down from the best sex of his life. The two of you rested against one another, savoring the connection as the little quakes of pleasure worked their way through each of you and into the other. Panting and gasping for breath, you grinned into Steve's face, utterly delighted with him and hoping he'd let you recover in his bed before having another go. "So pretty," you whispered, your voice having fled the scene some time ago.

Steve smiled, happy and satisfied, hopeful you'd let him take you to his bed so he could make love to you again. "I think that should be my line," he whispered back and brushed his mouth over yours. His grip around your thighs had eased, and he now shifted to wrap you around him so he could hold you more gently.

“If all you wanted was sex, we can leave it here," he said against your mouth, his voice soft and vulnerable. "No hard feelings." His smile was sad, but real, and you ached for him. When his mouth opened again, you felt your heart leap with hope. "If you want more, though…" the smile on your face was giving him hope, and confidence, and he kissed you, softly, on the corner of your mouth, "sweetheart…" the other corner, making your eyelids flutter, "I have so much more for you.” He sank in, kissing you deeply, encouraged by the happy sigh you'd released just before his mouth took yours.

“Oh!" You said into his mouth, breaking the kiss. You were surprised but overjoyed to hear that Steve wanted more than just sex. You'd have been up for a fuck buddy, but you'd rather have more. "Really? Steve, this is going to sound weird considering the circumstances, but I really like you.” You felt like a giggling schoolgirl but figured Steve Rogers could probably make anyone feel that way.

Steve considered the circumstances, a slow, wry smile spreading across his face. The two of you were no longer connected but you still twined together, sweaty, sticky, and satisfied. He still had you pinned to the wall, but with the weight of his body as it rested against yours, his hands under your ass to hold you up. You'd kept your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck, seemingly content to rest in his arms as long as he wanted to hold you. The way he felt at the moment, he never wanted to let you go. “I really like you, too, y/n.”

The smile you gave him next was the best one yet, as far as Steve was concerned. He straightened, still holding you and quirked a brow. Tilting his head in the direction of his bedroom, he silently offered to take you there.

You were not going to silently answer. Wiggling against him, you tightened your arms and legs around him to pull your face directly into his, your noses touching as you grinned wickedly, your eyes dancing. Steve thought you the prettiest thing. “So," you said, playfully sultry, "I believe I asked you to fuck me, and you more than satisfied.”

Steve snorted and your smile turned delighted. You loved making him laugh. “Thank you," he said, wryly, turning toward his room, but slowly, giving you ample time to consent or object.

“But I also believe you said something about making love to me?" You had a need to shower him in affection, to lift the shy vulnerability from his eyes. You understood now that he had feelings for you, perhaps had for a while and you'd never known, thinking his shyness dislike. Now that you knew, however, you were happy to reciprocate, delighted to find both a bedmate and possible boyfriend where you never thought to look, certain there could be nothing there. "I’m not familiar with that particular sport," your voice dropped to a throaty purr, "but I’m open to experimentation.”

You bit your lip and Steve smiled his prettiest smile yet. Confident now that he knew what you wanted, were willing to explore, he walked to his bedroom on long quick strides, needing to see you in his bed, tangled in his sheets.

When he set you in his bed, he stood and looked at you for a moment before pulling the covers back to climb in beside you. Sliding between the sheets with Steve, curling against his warm body was better than you could have imagined, if you’d even thought to. His thick arms wrapped around you to press you against the wall of his chest and you sighed against his throat in delirious contentment.

Steve couldn't resist the sound and shifted to take your mouth in a kiss designed to both adore and enflame. You gave yourself over to it. You hadn't regretted trusting Steve yet; you didn't expect to start now.

A long time later, after you'd had your expectations not only met, but exceeded, you lay with your head once more pillowed on his chest, astonished that your skin wasn't literally glowing. He'd worshipped every inch, first with his hot, calloused hands, followed by his soft, generous mouth. You'd returned the favor and between adoring Steve and being adored by him, you felt like your skin should be shining because your bones were humming.

You sure hoped he'd like to do this again.

"Best movie night ever," he said, softly, his voice joyously awed.

You dissolved into laughter, making him smile like an idiot at you. You slid on top of him to comb your fingers through his hair and nip at his lower lip. The sight of you grinning happily at him, in no apparent hurry to leave, made his heart kick and dance.

"You're not gonna wait until next week to put out again, are ya?"

Steve laughing was almost as beautiful as Steve making love.

"You blocked my number."

Steve closed his eyes at the vicious hiss but didn't move otherwise. He was in one of the hangars, had been doing a routine double-check of one of the quinjets with Natasha when she'd been called away. Now he wondered if this was why. He'd known it had to happen sooner or later. Frankly, he was a little surprised it had taken this long.

Three weeks after his first night with you, he was happier than he'd ever remembered being. Sweet, sexy, sassy, you enchanted him, enthralled him. You made him laugh every time he talked to you; it seemed to him you went out of your way to inspire it.

As a matter of fact, making Steve laugh, lifting the sadness, the loneliness from his eyes was your new favorite pastime. There was plenty of selfish motive behind it; he was so pretty when he was happy. And considering how often his laughter led to him kissing you which led to him nailing you against the nearest available surface, you had plenty of reason to make him laugh. The whole thing was really working for you.

You'd told Steve as much this afternoon after he'd nailed you on one of the workbenches in your garage. He'd been panting, mostly dressed, but still inside you, and even as he’d laughed, he’d been holding back words of adoration, afraid to move too fast. He couldn't help but compare the sweet, funny things you purred in his ear at such moments to those he'd once endured.

"I told you I wasn't doing this anymore." Steve didn't turn around, dreading having to look at the woman he'd once loved, but not enough, never enough, the woman he now resented.

Her heart was racing, and he recognized fury in the thrum. The stamp of her foot on the concrete behind him confirmed it. "How dare you ignore me?" Her voice was breathy, even when she was angry; he'd never realized how much he hated the sound.

He turned in surprise when he heard your voice behind them both, from the door to the hangar where you leaned around the open door to shout, "Steve! Babe!" Your voice was anything but breathy, pitched to carry clearly to where he stood. "Wrap it up, huh?" You tapped your bare wrist then turned away with a leer. "It's movie night."

The tone of your voice matched the smile on your face and made it clear you were speaking in euphemism. Steve couldn't help but grin at your retreating back, appreciating your blunt way of staking your claim without being cruel or possessive.

"Is that my replacement?" The scoff of derision fueled by thinly veiled jealousy that accompanied the question immediately wiped the grin from his face as he focused on her. "Do you think of Peggy when you're inside her, too?"

"No," he replied, his voice as cold as she was, though pity lived under the icy fury at the insult to you, "you were her stand-in." When her hand cracked across his face in a slap he chose not to avoid or block, he didn't react beyond closing his eyes for a moment. "You were right." His eyes opened and before she could unload the tirade that trembled on her lips, his face softened with that pity and had her stumbling back in white-faced rage. "I didn't love you enough. I'm sorry."

Speechless, infuriated, she retreated rather than face a cold-eyed Steve Rogers. She'd never seen such a thing before; she didn't know how to manipulate him this way. Stalking out on trembling knees, she didn't see you leaning on the wall of the hangar just outside the door. You'd given them privacy, but Steve had confessed enough about her to have you feeling protective, so you couldn't get too far away.

Steve, on the other hand, immediately spotted you in his peripheral vision when he followed to make sure she left. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a wry smile and he lifted one eyebrow when he tilted his head in your direction once his ex was in her car and screeching away. He made a mental note to have her access to the compound rescinded.

"Was that Hallway Blonde?" When he rolled his eyes, his lips twitching, you smirked and pushed yourself away from the wall to saunter toward him. You were wearing your recently acquired Thursday night uniform of a tank top and skirt and Steve was already imagining running his hands over the bare skin of your legs while he watched another movie he wouldn't remember later. "What did you say to her? She looked ready to blow a gasket."

Steve laughed a little, adoring you. He'd known you wouldn't eavesdrop, knew you trusted him, respected his privacy. Even as you slid your arms around his neck to greet him with a kiss, he was sliding his arms around your waist to hold you close. Resting his head against your forehead, he replied on a sigh of sadness. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, but he needed to sever that connection and couldn't see any other way. "I told her the truth."

"Apparently the truth hurts." Your hands were gentle as they combed soothingly through his hair. Though this relationship had come out of nowhere for you, and it still had that new car smell, you felt utterly secure and confident in both Steve's affection and desire for you. Steve was so painfully honest, it was impossible to not know exactly where you stood with him. He made it easy to be with him, the click instant as soon as he’d been able to open up. You really didn’t understand his ex’s problem but couldn’t complain since her loss was your gain.

You pulled back to give him a concerned look, worried that she'd ruined your evening. "You're still gonna nail me against the wall tonight, right?"

Steve, who had been expecting something soft and empathetic, since you usually responded to his vulnerability with your generous heart, burst into surprised laughter. He never knew when you were going to take things seriously and when you were going to tease. He adored it. He snatched a quick kiss from your mischievous mouth and squeezed you tight in friendly appreciation.

"Of course," he replied, a chuckle still coloring his voice as he stepped back to start walking toward the private section of the compound, taking your hand in his. He smiled when you immediately moved to play, swinging your hands back and forth between you. "It's movie night. It's practically tradition."

You smiled back and winked, your smile sultry as your breath sped. You couldn't believe how much fun becoming both friends and lovers could be, but with Steve, falling in love was exhilarating. You bit your lip, something Steve had learned meant you were imagining him naked, and he was unsurprised to notice he was already hard.

Your voice was already a little raspy with lust when you replied, "I really dig the way we see eye to eye on things, Steve.”

The End

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[onf-headcanons]

ONF IN PSYCHO PASS AU (part 2)

Setting : angst, murder (influenced mass murder), futuristic society, you can read the introduction post prior reading this AU headcanon (for a better understanding cos some keywords will be slightly difficult for non anime audiences)

And warning long post and shipping hinting (I wont write it over explicit but if you are anime audience you can get the hint of which character I based so its suggestive should you integrated anime counterpart to ONF couterpart) if you are uncomfortable with that just kindly ignore it. Only adding it not just because to follow original series but also for the AU/headcanon storyline conflict purposes

Below is the known situation when the story starts in Yuto's POV

Yuto - Inspector

Changyoon - Inspector

Hyojin - Enforcer former Inspector

Jaeyoung - Enforcer

Minkyun - Analyst

Seungjun & Minseok - dead

And again sorry if its messy (Cos mainly I just want this AU to exist and making it to a birthday gift for myself XD)

The whole structure is followed the anime,but I will fast paced-ify to focus on main storyline. Also I will tweak my words/wordings to a more simpler format so that I wont cause you all headache.

Part 2 lets go (and here is where the story starts to be different from the anime plot, but main structure is kept the same)

1-4

(What's written in the file)

The 1st file

Kim Minseok, deceased at age of 20, was a former analyst in CID

2 years from today, it is reported that Kim Minseok was being held hostage along with his friend. It is his off day and the mall he was at, was coincidentally assaulted by terrorist. It is clearly that the attack is meticulously planned.

The group of terrorist have split themselves into smaller groups and used the first attacked location as their base. The head of the group with a about 20 men stay at the mall while the rest the members head out towards the city and started violence.

The group of terrorist took many hostages and they hid themselves in the warehouse (the only building that is currently safe to hide), threatening authorities for money and even the releasing of some mastermind/potential criminals.

They even mentioned should authorities killed 1 of their own, they will kill 1 hostages. That is the reason why they took hostages with exact number of the members in the terrorist group.

The authorities noticed the detected raise of area stress level. Since military are involved, CID are teamed up other department to resolve the issue while politicians try to juggle with terrorists. The goal is to rescue all hostages.

But while waiting, the terrorist had fun torturing their hostages but still keeping alive, based on witness, they are torturing hostages to kill time. (This also resulted authorities had to put effort to operate Psycho Pass cleansing program. as aftermath.)

When rescuing hostages, as reported by former military staff, that the boss of the group killed a hostage who was believed to be a friend of Kim Minseok. The boss was handled immediately before he can do more damage with Lethal Eliminator wounding him badly. This was proved by Lee Seungjun, former and deceased Inspector from CID who was assigned to back up with hostage rescuing mission.

However, Sibyl system detected Kim Minseok's Crime Coefficient level kept rising and spiked up to a highest record in history, marked 812 . Sibyl system judged that there is no saving for Kim Minseok and is to be executed at once. With some difficulties, Kim Minseok was executed by quick decision made by former military staff.

The 2nd file

Kim Hyojin, current status : alive. Former Inspector and current Enforcer of Bureau stationed in CID.

His Crime Coefficient level has tendency to be unstable after the death of his brother Kim Minseok and his colleague, Lee Seungjun. However it was under control as it did not surpass 100.

Based on witness, and observation, Kim Hyojin believed that Lee Seungjun was murdered instead of suicide. It was believed that he over committed into his delusions due to denial while grieving the loss of his brother and his best friend.

And to the extent he assaulted a former military staff who was also assigned to the hostage rescue mission along with Lee Seungjun. And that moment his the record of Crime Coefficient raised to 224 as he was "clouded by anger"

He was later assessed and treated before demoted to Enforcer.

1-5

(loosely based on episode 6,7 and 8)

Even though vague and its just suspicions, Minkyun voices up about a similarity he noticed from previous cases the team has handled recently. What Minkyun noticed was, even though the MO are different in all cases, the criminal are using a similar tech when they are committing crime

Hyojin and Changyoon's experience understand and believe in Minkyun's intention and worry should there is a mastermind behind and there is a larger picture. The team are in dumbstruck that those two would suddenly agree with each other.

"We need to be alert, cannot afford to repeat the tragic event happened 2 years ago." Changyoon comments

"Should there is another huge crime event, the whole city and country's Psycho Pass will go crazy, what happened 2 years ago only child's play in comparison." Hyojin adds

Yuto could feel his back bone shivers when he heard Hyojin talks about it non chalantly. Does he?

And look at the timing, before they can dig deeper into the tech, it is reported that a girl school faculty had a murder case.

While handling the case, Yuto finds opportunity to apologies to Hyojin because he has read into Hyojin's and Minseok's file. That was when Yuto and Hyojin are at office being a support back up for the crime scene investigating members.

"Wait, Why do I have to get angry, Yuto-ya?" Hyojin replies Yuto with a question. And this was a bit unexpected because Yuto thought Hyojin would feel down or upset or even get angry at Changyoon for spilling his history without his consent.

"I guess should I am angry, that would be solely directed at myself..." Hyojin continues with a thoughtful expression. But there a hint of sadness to it. "I knew something was wrong when I observed Seungjun's dead scene and my instincts told me that it might related to my brother's death. Just because I could not make it into words, no one believed in me."

"Is that why you confronted with the ex - military staff?" Yuto pieced the puzzle together. And Hyojin confirms it with a yes.

Yuto can understand why the word "delusions" are used. But unlike others, he does not push away Hyojin's emotions and "delusions".

Yuto timidly asks, "Lee Seungjun.-sshi?..Changyoon-sshi says he is your best friend...Must be someone you treasures."

Hyojin nods and his facial expression becomes brighter. "He is, I known him for ages, we always got each other's back."

"What kind of person is he?"

"Sometimes annoying, but a warm and excellent friend. Knowing him is the best and proudest thing that could happen in my life. " Hyojin smiles as he reminiscing about Seungjun. "I guess Changyoon already told you that I led the team back then right?"

Yuto nods and quietly listens to Hyojin talks about the old days.

"But actually without Seungjun being the pillar support to the team, I don't think I can lead well. Even though outsiders sees the team only led by me. But..." Hyojin pauses for a bit. "It was also led by Seungjun too. Along with Minseok, I never expect both of them to die in those ways."

Initially Yuto wanted to ask more about the old days, but when Hyojin spoke the name of his brother, Yuto pursues his lips as a sign of hesitation. But to his surprise...

"Do you know that Minseok joined the Bureau in a very young age?" Hyojin raised his head and looks at Yuto with glittering eyes. "Wait, you are 99 liner right? That makes you the same age as Minseok!"

Yuto could not process for a bit, so he went along with the flow. With that, more details about Hyojin's brother came out. So Minseok was filed as prodigy during a young age and arranged to join Bureau as an exception. And due to his young age and no plans for him to head out for action, the Bureau only focused on Minseok's academics and training as Analyst. Minseok did some basic self defense but it is not sufficient to qualify as a fighter.

"Aah... Should Minseok and Seungjun are here right now, they will be happy to meet you. Minseok never really had same aged friends when he is in the Bureau..." Hyojin gazes at Yuto as he mutters.

And speaking of Minseok, Yuto then suddenly remembers something and asks Hyojin about the hostage they met on Yuto's first day. "Hyojin- hyung... by any chance, actually you were not trying to hurt the hostage we met on my first day but were trying to contain them by driving them to a dead end?"

"Took you damn long time to figure that out." Hyojin pouts. "To think innocent people getting involved and caught up to things that are way out of normal....Anyone, even Minseok must have been very terrified and stressed to the extent his hue clouded and contaminated."

"But is he truly beyond saving?" Hyojin raise a question with a cold stare that gives Yuto chills.

Yuto keeps his silence as he worried to speak one wrong word. He wanted to say something but the event was 2 years ago and in file writes Hyojin as delusional, and since Changyoon is awfully cold towards Hyojin... Yuto does not know if he should trust everything the person in red hair says because he is questioning the system or trust his own hunch that Hyojin might have some insight that everyone chooses to ignore.

"Come on, don't look so acted up! Sorry if I scared you." Hyojin pats on Yuto's back and changed the mood.

Yuto smiles back at Hyojin and carefully offers, "Hyung , on next off day, can you bring me to visit their graves? I would like to pay my respect towards them as a junior joining this team."

Hyojin lifts his hand and pats Yuto, he smiles even wider and nods at younger one, "Sure. I promise I will not cause any trouble. Our Little Rookie Inspector."

Yuto understands it Hyojin teasing him again, but he let it slide because the mood is finally cheerful now.

"Thank you Yuto." Hyojin suddenly drop that out of no where. "Ever since I became Enforcer, no one talk about them anymore. It is nice to hear their name coming out from 3rd person's mouth and no one is depressed upon hearing it."

Yuto nods as a reply, and that moment, Minkyun returns with the other team. Hyojin instantly puts his index finger close to his lips, indicating the whole conversation a while ago to be kept secret. And Minkyun caught that, playfully wailing that Hyojin is being unfair and he should not just share his secret to Yuto only.

So the case that they has to attend to this time was young girl students being murdered, dissected/dismembered and later ensemble to look like an art piece of dark and grotesque genre.

It was suspected that a former teacher is committing the crime due to revenge by abducting the students and displaying the achievement by making the corpse into "art form". However, it did not take long for a second case with the same MO to appear and there is still no sign of the former teacher to be found anywhere in the city. Before any new evidence to be found, the Bureau can only back up by help enhancing security at the all girls school.

While looking at the photo of exhibit of dismembered victim, Jaeyoung unconsciously mentioned about genre and art style and the keywords enlightened the team. Minkyun search the data base but none could be found. Leaving the option of dark web, but it is unwise for Bureau to deal with those even if its for case solving purpose..

Hyojin remembers a criminal locked might help and once he gotten Changyoon's approval, Yuto and Hyojin immediately head to the place, hoping the person in Hyojin's mind could lend a hand. Yuto is curious on why Hyojin is so confident that the said person might be helpful, Hyojin mentioned that he was the one who put the said person behind the bars for having high Crime Coefficient level while selling illegal inappropriate artworks banned by authority policy.

Thankfully, the artist in confinement noticed the genre and art style by browsing through MO photo data provided by Hyojin and Yuto. It gave a huge clue, the MO was inspired by a famous underground artist, whose works are banned on market but the sales thrives in the black market. Apparently the artist has black market art persona and the normal persona. Art maniacs knows about this so it is not really a secret unless you dig into to it enough.

The team let Minkyun to run the data base to see if there is any connection between artist and students, even teachers and staffs in the school and BINGO. Apparently the artist's daughter is attending the school.

Knowing its a very suggestive clue, the team rushes to the school to get their culprit. They succeeded on getting the criminal this time but the murder still succeed in doing her 1 last act getting caught by CID. (Here is different from anime)

While monitoring back ups helping to clear crime scene, Changyoon calls Hyojin to have a chat at the Enforcers wagon and let Yuto to monitor Jaeyoung.

Back in the wagon, Changyoon and Hyojin temporary forgot their conflicts and start to piece the puzzles together. Changyoon even though sometimes is a bit not flexible, but when he sees Hyojin acknowledging Minkyun, he knows that the Enforcer in front of him is still the ex superior he knows.

Changyoon scratches his head a bit and tells Hyojin that the current and previous virtual community case felt a bit off. And should Minkyun's hint are actually legit, how should they tie up all the puzzle together?

Hyojin while biting his knuckles he goes, "Even though the young criminal this time has a high IQ. but as a minor, it is hard to believe that they can prepare such intricate crime display."

"I agree. " Changyoon adds, "This is an all girl school with dorm and I don't think our young criminal can gain access to the tools even if she wants to."

Hyojin and Changyoon come to a conclusion, that there is definitely a mastermind or consultant helping out criminals to execute their crimes, but who?

All cases looking irrelevant against each other but with the frequencies of cases occurring here and there, it does not hurt to think whoever behind this definitely is aiming for a raise of area stress level in a national degree. If that so, they might not dealing with a mastermind, but a group of crime syndicate who is trying to initiate a psycho hazard.

Although they both do not have strong evidence to prove their point but should their speculations are true (because of their first hand experience come contact with all these cases), it is already scary. While terror attack can produce fear and violence in large scale straightforwardly, a raise of crime number/disturbing criminal events affecting citizen's mental security can have long term effect. It is also a way to make authority focus on cleansing and clearing the hue and got distracted from something even menacing.

After a few seconds of silence, Hyojin finally breaks the ice., "Do we have a list of mastermind criminals that the terrorist group requested the authority to release 2 years ago?"

Changyoon replies "Yes we have, but... the authority did not really released them for reals. Its just a fake act to buy time...."

Hyojin stares at Changyoon in a straight face as they had thought of the same possibility.

"Hyojin are you suggesting that the terror attack was just to cover up a secret swap?" Changyoon stood up in disbelief, eyes wide open. "Thats crazy! Do you know how many terrorist members are there on that day? That many manpower and gunpowder just to do a human swap? For what purpose?!"

"And if there is a secret swap, are you saying that there is a traitor in our government?" Changyoon exclaims.

Hyojin only lowers his gaze and mutters, "I don't know." and he continues

"And you still think I am crazy?" Hyojin raises a corner of his lips and look at Changyoon with a victorious smile.

"I know you are delusional but this is insane, Hyojin." Changyoon frowns while he mutters. "Why do you have to complicate things and push yourself so hard until your Psycho Pass get clouded so bad?"

"My brother and my best friend both died with unconvincing cause of death. There are numerous points that are quite fishy regarding to the terror attack 2 years ago, Changyoon." Hyojin stares at Changyoon with firm eyes and its overflowing with hope.

"Seungjun wasn't himself after the death of my brother, it was not only guilt and regret he was feeling, he never acted like that before. He knew something. He must have seen something." Seeing Changyoon standing in front of him in silence, Hyojin took the chance to continue.

"I was there, I was the first person to find Seungjun's death scene. And as an former Inspector, I can tell you that was not a suicide." Hyojin starts to get excited as he voices out his points. "Who would choose to burn themselves and set a fire to their apartment room while at it when they can have a quick death?"

Changyoon still looking at Hyojin as if he is looking at a clown.

"You are a smart guy Changyoon, you can definitely tell there is something off if you..."

"Shut up." Changyoon silences Hyojin as he knows Hyojin is trying to persuade him to share common interest, Changyoon groans in irritation and barges out from the wagon, leaving Hyojin startled.

Jaeyoung who come across to this, asks if Hyojin did anything to piss Changyoon off in a concerned tone, Hyojin only denies him by laughing it off.

And Changyoon, who dashes into his car, punches the steering with his might before covering his face with his hands.

"What am I to you then?" he whispers into the silence. "Am I not your friend as well?"

To be continued on part 3

[seoulsister98]

Dissonance (Ch.1) | jjk (m)

⭄ Pairing: Jungkook x OC 

⭄ Genre: Superhero!au / Enemies-to-lovers 

⭄ Warnings: explicit language, minor character death, mentions of blood, mentions of violence 

⭄ Word Count: 2,955

⭄ Disclaimer: Hi, everyone! This is my first ever attempt at writing a BTS fanfic so please be nice. I’ll probably continue the series even if this doesn’t get many likes. I wrote this based off a dream I had, but it is also inspired by X-Men and the show The Boys. Enjoy! :) 

Mutants have been living among humans since the dawn of time. Across all cultures, religions and legends, mutants were seen as gods and miracle-workers. Overall mutants were viewed as benign, altruistic beings, gifted with special abilities. However, in this modern social and political climate, the world now perceives mutants in conflicting ways. Some people feel entitled to their gifts, given to mutants through the alterations in their DNA. They expect mutants to use their powers for good and to protect human-kind from the dangers of the world. However, others consider mutants freaks of nature and even menaces to society. Political leaders spew mutant versus human rhetoric, only fueling the hatred that humans feel towards mutant-kind. This ideology is derived from fear of the unknown. Although most mutants are capable of killing humans, most of them wish to pursue normal lives. Like getting an education, finding a career, blending into the crowd. Most of them. Until recently… 

Mutants often face discrimination and even violence from humans because of their fear-derived convictions. This has led to the formation of radical mutant groups, rallying up their bloody masses and promoting the belief that mutants are far superior to humans and should be treated as such. The government has deemed these groups as terrorists and a threat to the general public. Because of the immeasurable powers some  mutants possess, human strength nor human weaponry stand a chance to eliminate this threat. With this in mind, the government has initiated a military-trained task force called the Mutant Special-Ops (MSO). They are given mutant-related assignments that would otherwise go unchecked. Government collaboration with mutants is very controversial in the media. Some believe mutants have a duty to fight the bad guys while some think all mutants are inherently evil, and will turn against mankind. 

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☽ Bangtan City. District 7 Railway. 1:42a.m.☾

Nara. ID number 5407. Telekinesis. These were the only three things listed on her MSO portfolio along with the red letter ‘M’ in the corner, signifying her mutant status. She never understood the need for this distinction, as if the word ‘telekinesis’ didn’t give  away what she was. She also couldn’t wrap her mind around what had become of her life. It felt like yesterday that she was just 17 years old, disowned by her family, homeless, with no prospects when a government official had approached her. A sleek, black car pulled up beside her as she walked along the sidewalk. The back, tinted window was rolled down. A man wearing a suit peered at her over his sunglasses. “Get in,” he had said. Wanting no trouble with the law, Nara cautiously entered the vehicle. She pressed herself against the leather seat across from him, attempting to put as much space between her and the man, and stared at him warily. “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble,” he said with a slight smile. Knowing how mutants were systematically killed by law enforcement, Nara still felt doubtful about the man’s intentions. “What is it that you want from me then?” she asked. The man’s smile grew wider, “I have a proposition for you.”

That day had changed Nara’s life for the better. Along with the rigorous 4-year military training and the scientific experiments she had undergone, she had also been given a home, a family, and a purpose in life. Now she sat beside two of her fellow teammates, Jimin and Taehyung, several feet away from the city’s train tracks. It was very dark out sans the lights illuminating the track. Nara looked up at the starless sky; the city lights swallowing up their light. A cool breeze lifted Nara’s midnight hair off her shoulders and she relished in the feeling. Although she had been assigned missions countless times, she still felt on edge. 

Taehyung sighed and glanced at his cellphone again for the nth time that evening. “My patience is wearing thin. This train was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago,” he said in annoyance and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared off towards the tracks in the direction the train was supposedly arriving from. Jimin placed a hat over his head in order to cover his silver blue hair, a phenotypic mutation that came along with his powers. Although it wasn’t too strange to see a younger man with unnaturally colored hair in the city, the team was required to look as ordinary as possible. “Complaining about it isn’t going to make the train come any faster, Tae. Besides, where do any of us have to be right now?” Jimin asked. Taehyung shrugged and smirked, “I was hoping we could grab drinks after our mission. Maybe enjoy a night for once.” They were about to kill a man, a fellow mutant, and Taehyung was thinking about grabbing drinks as if they worked in some stuffy office all day. With each completed task, these things became easier and easier to do. The only solace they shared was that all of this was for the good of humanity and the rest of the mutants who didn’t want a bad rep because of a few sour apples. 

Nara placed her brown color contacts over her violet eyes. She glanced over at Taehyung who was sporting his signature pedestrian garb, all black clothes topped off with a leather jacket. Mutants often exhibit physical abnormalities like Jimin with his natural blue hair and Nara’s violet eyes. Taehyung, however, was blessed with black hair and brown eyes, making it easy for him to pass as human. He never needed a disguise while on missions or in life for that matter. “Let’s go over the mission one more time,” said Jimin, pulling up the file on his phone. “Target is on board a District 7 high-speed train heading east-bound towards Bangtan City to meet with the mutant terrorist group: Supremus. Target is mutant, but powers are unknown so execute the mission with caution. Target is in possession of top-secret information disclosed in a briefcase. Assassinate the target and retrieve the briefcase without any human casualties. Dispose of the body.” Jimin slips his phone back into his pocket. “Easy enough,” Taehyung said nonchalantly. 

The rumble of the approaching train pulled them out of their thoughts, “It’s here.” Taehyung groaned as he stood, “About time.” Jimin and Nara stood as well and they stealthily made their way towards the train. As they approached, the wind from the speed of the train whipped their hair and clothes, making Nara wince. “Which car is he in?” Jimin asked nonchalantly as he began to stretch his limbs. “According to Namjoon, he should be in car sixteen,” Nara replied. Taehyung groaned again, “When is Yoongi gonna stop this train?” Yoongi, the MSO’s hacker and shapeshifter, was tasked to hack the high-speed train’s operating system in order to stop the train instead of letting it take its intended route. A few seconds later the train came to a gradual halt. “We shouldn’t enter car sixteen immediately. We should enter from the back, it’ll give us enough time for a distraction,” Nara said. Jimin nodded in agreement. Taehyung sighed, “We’re just wasting more time by doing this! Why can’t we just kill this guy and get it over with?” Jimin nudged him and gave him a look which seemed to silence him. 

Nara approached one of the back cars, most likely empty due to the time of night. She raised her hand towards the train door. Using her power of telekinesis, she forced the door open and stepped inside. Jimin and Taehyung followed closely behind. “How’d you three get on here?” The three whipped their heads around to face a man in a uniform, most likely someone who worked on the train. Dammit, Nara thought to herself. She only considered the possibility of passengers seeing them, not an employee. However, slip ups such as this were easily fixed by Taehyung, possessing the power of memory manipulation. He approached the man and waved his hand in front of the man’s eyes, in a calm voice he said, “You never saw us here. Continue with what you were doing.” The man’s eyes seemed to glaze over as he nodded and turned away from us. Taehyung turned around and smirked at us, “Still got it.” Nara rolled her eyes, “Get serious, Tae. That could’ve blown this whole operation.” Taehyun tsked at her and shook his head, “You have such little faith in me.” Rather than contributing to their bickering, Jimin began making his way towards the sliding doors, separating them from the other cars. Nara and Taehyung followed behind as they all made their way towards car sixteen. 

The team finally came upon several confused passengers. Jimin, feigning concern, asked a couple why the train had suddenly stopped. “I don’t know, but someone came back here and told us it would start running again shortly.” They’re window of opportunity was narrowing. “We need a distraction,” Nara whispered to the others. “I have an idea,” Jimin replied, “but let’s get closer to our target.” They continued walking and slipped into car sixteen. Nara scanned the area and noticed a man, sitting by himself, holding a briefcase. He seemed inconspicuous enough, passed as human, except for the gills he was attempting to hide under his shirt collar. He could have the ability to manipulate water or even the ability to swim at inhuman speeds. Either way, he was potentially dangerous and the team needed to execute this perfectly. “Get on with this grand plan of yours Jimin, we don’t have much time,” Taehyung urged. Jimin glanced at Nara, “You got this?” She nodded. Jimin sat down close to a window and the others sat beside him. Jimin placed his hand against the side of the train, shooting volts of electricity from his fingertips. All of the lights on the train sparked and busted, encasing everyone in complete darkness. Passengers screamed and ducked for cover. This was their chance. The man with the briefcase, seeming to know something was off, shuffled out of his seat quickly. Taehyung and Nara followed after him. The man sprayed water from his hand onto the floor, causing Taehyung to slip and fall. Nara easily avoided the water and jumped over Taehyung. “Dammit! Get him, Nara.” The man clutched his briefcase to his chest and ran to the next car. Nara chased after him, shoving away distressed passengers trying to run the opposite direction. Outstretching her hand, she forced him in place. He grunted and struggled in her telekinetic grasp. She approached the man and withdrew her knife from her boot. The man’s eyes widened as if she was squeezing them out of his head. His gills seemed to be gasping for air and sweat dripped down his temple, “P-Please don’t do this. I’m one of you!” Nara felt her stomach churn at his words and grimaced, “You are not one of us,” she said and slit his throat. He made a gurgled sound as blood spurted on her face and chest. Losing her concentration, she released the man from her hold and he fell to the floor with a thump. She wiped her face and looked down at her hands. It was dark on the train, but she could still see the man’s blood on her hands. She felt sick to her stomach from the sight. Taehyung and Jimin finally reached her and lifted his lifeless body. “Let’s go.”

 In their hysterics, the passengers had run to the opposite end of the train so thankfully no one had witnessed the man being killed. Nara pried the door open with her power and helped the other two drag the man’s body out. “What should we do with the body?” Nara asked. “Let the train run over him. That should be sufficient enough for disposal,” Taehyung said and shrugged. Jimin grabbed the suitcase, “This is all we need. Let’s get out of here.” As the train began to move again, the team ran away from the tracks and into the city. 

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“Thank god this bar stays open late!” Taehyung exclaimed as he downed his drink. After the mission was completed, the team reported to their leader, Namjoon, and delivered the briefcase they were asked to retrieve. Getting the thumbs up from Namjoon, Tae believed celebratory drinks were in order. Nara glanced at her phone, it was 3 am. Most human bars were closed by then, but mutant nightlife lasted much longer, sometimes into the early hours of the morning. Mutationem, a popular mutant-only bar in the city, was a place the team would frequent after missions. Nara sipped her beer and chuckled as she watched Tae flirt with the bartender. She turned to her left and noticed a fluffy grey cat sitting beside her on one of the barstools. “Hi, Yoongi” In a blink of an eye, he shifted back to his human form, clothes somehow intact, “Hey.” Yoongi preferred walking around as a cat, little chance for any verbal interaction but a lot of chances for petting. “That hacking thing you did was pretty convenient. I thought we might have had to jump on top of the train to get in,” she said with a laugh. Yoongi shrugged, “It wasn’t too hard for a genius like myself. Run into any other problems?” Nara shook her head, “Other than having to listen to Tae complain, it went fine.” Yoongi scoffed, “Figures.” Nara watched as she swirled the contents of her bottle around, curiosity consuming her, “So what was in the suitcase?” Yoongi shrugged, “I don’t know. Namjoon didn’t tell me and I didn’t really care to ask.” Nara thought this was strange; it wasn’t like Namjoon to keep things hush hush from the team. As if Yoongi could read the concern on her face, he said, “I’m sure it’s nothing too important. Probably just some info on their next move.” She nodded. “Anyway, I think I’m gonna go back to the base. I’ll see you later.” And with that, Yoongi transformed back into a cat and jumped down from the barstool. Before leaving, he rubbed his head against her leg, making her smile. Nara looked back at her bottle which was still almost full. Deciding it was time for her to go back to base as well, she chugged it and exited the bar. 

She regretted her decision to down her drink so quickly, feeling her head buzzing from the alcohol. Base was only a few minutes away so she decided to walk instead of calling for a government vehicle to pick her up. She shivered as the cold, night air whisked her hair around. Wrapping her arms around herself, she began walking in the direction of the base. As she walked along the sidewalk, Nara could sense someone trailing her. She couldn’t tell if they were actually following her or if her tipsiness was making her paranoid. Deciding to take a shortcut home, she made a b-line to an alley. As soon as she turned the corner, the man following her grabbed her around the waist from behind. Thanks to her military training, Nara easily broke free from his grasp and used her telekinesis to push him back several feet. Stunned, the man fell to the ground and stared at her as if he saw a ghost. “Fucking freak!” he yelled as he scrambled to his feet and ran off. She winced at his words as she watched the man run away. She knew she should be used to this kind of treatment by now, but interactions like that always left a bad taste in her mouth. And these were the people she had sworn to protect, she thought to herself and continued walking back to base. 

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☽ Bangtan City. Supremus HQ. 3a.m.☾

The small room was dark except for the lamp that illuminated the desk. The mastermind behind Supremus, Bang Si-hyuk, sat broodingly behind the desk, a scowl on his face. Jungkook lounged across the leather couch situated in the shadowy corner of the room, watching the other man that just entered the room. 

“Intel has just informed us that our assailant from the group outside of the city is dead,” he said to Si-hyuk. “Fish boy?”

“Yes, sir.” The man behind the desk scoffed. “Of course he got himself killed. He was one of the weakest among us. I can’t believe they trusted him with such an important task,” Si-hyuk rubbed his face in exasperation. “What about the supplies?” 

“Gone, sir.” Si-hyuk slammed his fist on the desk. Jungkook closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “God dammit! MSO?” 

“Yes, sir. Three of them.” Jungkook sneered at the mention of the MSO. He couldn’t comprehend why any mutant would risk their life for the sake of humans. Humans all had unwarranted arrogance about them even though mutants were obviously the more powerful beings. They exploited these mutants for their own personal gain and still treated them like dirt. Jungkook didn’t understand and he never would. That’s why he had decided to join Supremus. They were considered terrorists by the state, but he didn’t see it that way. It wasn’t a question to him who was more superior. 

“We need the supplies back. If they figure out exactly what we’re doing, the government is going to crack down on us even harder.” 

“What do you suppose we do, sir?” Jungkook stood from his position, “I can get them back.” Si-hyuk eyed Jungkook and shook his head, “No, you’re too valuable of an asset.” Jungkook smirked at him, “You underestimate me.” Si-hyuk considered Jungkook’s words carefully, “I trust you, Jungkook. Do what needs to be done.” 

“Yes, sir.”

[sultrysirens]

Story Time

Out of nowhere I decided to share a bit of my story as a fanfiction writer, starting with my original introduction into the profession. It’s going to be a long one, but hopefully, and inspiring one. Skip if you’re not interested.

NOTE: This includes spoilers for certain anime and fandoms. If you don’t know Dragonball Z or Inuyasha, specifically, you’ll be quite lost.

The Beginning

How everything started was just through surfing the net. Back then my interest was Dragonball Z. I was 14. I had only had the internet for a few months, so everything about it was new. This was 20 years ago, now, back in 2000. I used Yahoo! for all my searches. Google had not yet been born. Fanfiction.net was the main hub where all these amazing stories were birthed, and yet at this point I had not yet found it.

What I found, first, was a fanfiction writer who had a website. Geocities, I believe. I can’t recall how I found it, exactly, except that I had only just learned about Bulma and Vegeta getting together and thought they were an amazing couple. I looked up art, and it led me to this site. I can’t recall the site’s name anymore, but I remember the tagline for it was something like, “Bulma and Vegeta’s Cove.”

One thing I can distinctly recall is a small gif in one corner of the main page, displaying a chibi Vegeta with a microphone in one hand, going between 2 or 3 singing poses. It was cute.

This site was coded in such a way that it linked directly to fanfiction.net, displaying the owner’s many, many, many fanfictions in an embedded window. The stories were largely explicit, included sex and, in a few stories, rape, all of them AUs from all the rest. But each had a singular goal: Bulma and Vegeta’s romance, how they ended up getting together.

Some of the stories I remember very clearly. Others have faded. Some were modern AUs, one included dimension-hopping via a magical device Bulma created and recharged every 24 hours (sound familiar, anyone?), and some were painfully OOC but in very sweet ways.

I devoured these stories. There must have been two dozen, with most of them multi-chapter works. And, eventually, I started to notice the format with these stories, how it seemed to be a miniature explorer window within the website. Eventually, I clicked on the mini website and was given a full introduction to fanfiction.net and its massive breadth.

Back in those days, fanfiction.net (or FF.net, as it was usually called) allowed explicit content. And this I looked for very directly. I enjoyed the “lemons” more than anything, easily reading the most ridiculous stories just for the porn therein.

Eventually, I figured it out. I understood fanfiction and what it meant. And though I’d only been using a computer for a few months, I started writing.

It was a painful process at first. Think back to your first months with a keyboard and how difficult it was to get used to the format, how to move your fingers. I had to stare directly at the keyboard to write anything and it was a pain, a slow-going endeavor of passion.

My first fanfictions were Dragonball Z, unsurprisingly. I made a few silly ones, a few serious ones, a few sexual ones. At 14, with no grasp of the anatomy of sex, I was writing porn, using the porn I’d already read as resources. I didn’t know what a clitoris was, but I knew ladies apparently went nuts when men tongued them, so that’s what I wrote.

Eventually I got my first hit: Temptation. It was a Bulma/Vegeta story. I don’t remember it very clearly, and this is probably for the best. The plot, as I recall, was Bulma getting sick and Vegeta having to be her nurse for a time. Eventually she got worse and worse, until she recognized why she was sick: she’d cut herself one night with a device that’d had a compound on it. I can’t recall what the compound was designed to do, but the short version is it made you feel weaker and sicker until you increased your physical activity to burn it out.

This led to wild sex. Like, very wild sex. For hours. My lack of experience evidently was not a consideration; I was given compliments by the dozens. I’d done good.

And now I was addicted.

The Second Hit

I was 16 now. We’d be moving out of my childhood home soon, but I didn’t know this yet. I’d been spending a lot of time with my sister, who was 26, and soaking up Adult Swim shows on her cable. Inuyasha was my new obsession, as well as a liberal amount of Trigun. I lived, slept, ate, and breathed these shows. My head was constantly alight with ideas, concepts, and desires. I wrote near-constantly.

Through this, I managed my second big hit: Transformations.

It’s been a long time, now, and I can’t recall the beginning as much as the ending. I think perhaps I called it something else at the start.

The premise was simple: Kagome, the main character, suddenly transforms into a half-demon, a hanyou, after a demon bites her in battle. I remember that initially I was just writing bullshit; I had no filter and didn’t edit or delete anything. What I wrote got posted verbatim. And, at first, it was cringe-worthy.

I can distinctly recall two things: first, Sesshomaru -- Inuyasha’s full-demon elder brother -- caught Kagome’s scent and investigated and had difficulty resisting her. She was a half-wolf demon, and he was attracted to that. Earlier she and Inuyasha were together in a cave, and her transformation had given her a tail -- which she didn’t like. She chased it, trying to catch it and rip it off.

That’s when the accusations started coming in.

Out of nowhere, and totally unexpectedly, I was getting a slew of comments accusing me of copying another popular fanfiction. I’d legitimately never heard of it, and I had to search it out. I remember reading the first chapter or two and feeling surprised; they were very similar, to the point where I couldn’t blame anyone for thinking I’d copied it.

This was a case of great minds thinking alike, or so I said at the time. I was amused more than anything, but it was clear the accusations weren’t going to stop. Eventually I deleted the story and started over. I’d learned a bit in those few chapters I’d posted and decided that I didn’t really want the events to unfold the way they had, so starting over sounded like a great idea.

And it was.

Now came Transformations as it remains today. The beginning is the same -- Kagome is bitten by a demon and transforms into a half-wolf demon -- but the events following take a different turn from the original.

It was a monster of a hit. I got multiple comments and reviews on every chapter, and I can remember doing this thing for a long time in which I threaten the readers at the end of each chapter with various weapons, only to have the weapon backfire somehow and hurt and/or kill me. The readers seemed to enjoy it, and soon they were suggesting new weapons for me to use.

I loved it.

Eventually the story ended at 64 chapter, but back then my chapters weren’t nearly as long as I write them now, and the final chapter was just a family tree of sorts leading the characters from Feudal Japan to modern day. It was a great, beautiful monster and I had drawn dozens of pictures to go along with it.

It was actually through this that I decided I needed a better place to post my art and thus discovered DeviantART.com. That’s been my main art gallery ever since, around 16 years now (I believe I created it in 2004, a year after I started the fic). If you go there and head all the way back to the first images I posted, you’ll find all of that art remaining even today.

It’s...pretty bad. X’D

But the story doesn’t end there. I wanted my fic to have a greater reach, so I started looking for more websites. I found MediaMiner.org, which was appealing because it hosted both written works and art. And once Transformation was finished, the story concluded, I found I couldn’t quite let it go.

So I did something I’ve not done since: I created an alternate ending.

Titled Changing Lives, this story picked up after chapter 28 of Transformations and went a different way. It treated the story of Transformations as just that: a story, written by Kagome, which Inuyasha read while she was gone one day. He was thunderstruck by it, given it so clearly screamed “I love you” and was full of romance -- and sex.

This led to them getting together, but soon thereafter, tragedy struck.

Kagome was kidnapped on her way home from school. By the time Inuyasha found her, she’d been gang-raped and discarded.

The story very deeply included time travel and revenge aspects from that point on, and I can also recall giving the character Miroku a reincarnation as a detective. He was put on the case, and with Inuyasha’s help, had all the men arrested -- there were seven of them.

Then they started dying.

Inuyasha wasn’t doing this, but he was happy to allow it to happen. The detective did his job per the law, trying to keep the criminals safe as they started dropping like flies. The killer left notes written on the cell walls in the criminal’s own blood, though I can’t quite recall the sequence anymore.

What I do remember is this: the first one read, “He touched her first.” The rest followed that sequence, killing the men in order -- second, third, fourth, etc. I remember one said “hurt her”, one said “made her cry”, and so on.

Eventually, the truth was discovered: Inuyasha was killing them, but not “young” Inuyasha. “Old” Inuyasha. The one who’d lived through the centuries. And his story was the most tragic of all.

In his time, Kagome had been raped and her rapists arrested, as normal. Then, years later, they were freed, having served their time, and immediately they tried to track her down. She was pregnant at the time with Inuyasha’s child. When she saw she was being chased, she jumped down the well back to his time, and the men followed her.

They traveled through time with her but had no idea. They killed her there, then climbed out, and Inuyasha arrived too late to help. But the men were there, confused and lost, and the blood of his wife and child were on them. He slaughtered them all.

But now the well had ceased functioning. He couldn’t return to her time. And, at first, he was just...sad. He mourned. Then, with time, he began to plan. For five centuries, he planned.

His plan was to keep Kagome from ever getting raped. Alas, he failed in this, so instead he decided to get pre-revenge and kill the men while they were imprisoned. He succeeded, but along the way grew...exhausted. By the time he murdered the last man, he had little will left to do so.

But he finished it. For her.

Then he showed himself to Kagome and Inuyasha, explaining what had happened. And he wished them well.

Changing Lives was significantly shorter than its predecessor, only 35 chapters, but I felt it was the better story, overall. I never made art for it, I don’t think, but it was more emotional.

To Present Day

I kept writing, on and off, ever since. Any time I got sufficiently involved in a story, my mind immediately began making my own stories for it. Movies, shows, video games; nothing remained untouched by my mind. I made stories for Labyrinth, Dragon Age, Trigun, Spyro, Jak & Daxter, Naruto...the list went on. I started posted on a third site, adultfanfiction.net (comprised specifically of explicit stories), and I started existing solely on my stories and the feedback I received from them.

I got better. And better. And better. I started looking back on my first stories, my first “hits”, and cringed at the horrendous grammar and articulation of my youth. But it was nostalgic as well, bringing back fond memories of writing on my home computer before we had internet and then rushing to my sister’s with a 3.5″ disc to post them via her internet.

I had a friend around this time, named Leila (Lee-lah), and drew and wrote together. We came up with original stories and though we never really posted them, we had so much fun it didn’t matter. Mostly we talked and drew together, and while I considered myself the better artist, I considered her far better at clothes designs.

Then...a dry spell. I went into college at age 20 and there I met my husband, Eric. He was 17 at the time. And he introduced me to so many more worlds than I’d known before, including the aforementioned Jak & Daxter series and the Sims 2.

Years passed. I still wrote from time to time, but it wasn’t such an obsession as it’d been before. If I had a good enough idea, I’d write it, but I tried to keep my things to oneshots. I posted many such stories on adultfanfiction.net, and I generally got positive reviews and ratings. In the meantime we were more addicted to World of Warcraft, us two and a few friends, and we played that often.

Eventually I slowed down. Time blurred together. I had a lot of good stories, but no major hits. Then came Megamind, and with it, an interesting idea that a lot of people took a liking to: Megamind as the indirect hero, and Metro Man as an abusive spouse of Roxanne. I titled it Bad to be Good, and it was an incredible story.

I started counting words with this one, only posting chapters when they reached around 6,000 words.

The story was a very serious one. It struck cords with a lot of readers, one in particular saying it helped her through some similar times with her abusive husband. We eventually became friends and remain to this day. (She since divorced him, so don’t worry about her. ♥)

Ultimately I never truly completed that story. I remember getting up to 12 chapters and then having difficulty figuring out how to proceed. I used to open the Word document from time to time, check what I’d written, and try to edit things or continue it, but it never really took. Eventually I abandoned it, but luckily the 12th chapter was a softer ending of sorts, so my readers were satisfied.

Then came the Marvel films and, with it, a resurgence in an activity I’d long since stopped participating: roleplaying.

The Crazy Train

It started simple enough. The Avengers just came out, and I was starting to see Facebook RPs popping up between the characters. Curious, I tried to find the pages in question but couldn’t locate them. I did, however, come to find out that there were dozens of pages dedicated to the main characters, alone, with dozens more popping up by the month.

Eventually I stepped in. I’d grown to love Loki’s character and subsequently found he had a canonical wife, Sigyn, but hadn’t found any pages for her. So I made one. Without checking with the other RPer, I just threw myself into a Loki page and, thankfully, that Loki accepted his “wife’s” presence.

We had fun. And our group steadily grew. A Thor, another Loki, and Odin, a Sleipnir, and a whole slew of original characters joined the ranks. I, too, began adding more pages to my roleplays, starting with Narfi and Vali -- Loki and Sigyn’s twin sons.

At the start, these two shared a page. Then, when it became increasingly obvious that people had their favorite of the two boys, I separated them. Funny enough, Vali started off as the clear favorite (he was flirty AF), but Narfi steadily became more so.

Their relationships grew. They both fell in love. They were both tricked by a succubus, giving each an unwanted child at different intervals. Narfi soon had a family of his own, as his lover had an adopted daughter and he was given a daughter of his own.

We spent years here, six or seven I think, just roleplaying with one another. Our group grew and shrank as people joined our circles or left it. There was drama in and out of the roleplay setting. Friendships were forged and abandoned. At one point a Thor page (titled Fatty Thor) targeted me for my roleplay choices and tried to get his followers to harass me. Eventually he left, deleting his page, and our RPs continued without him, never addressing his disappearance.

Then Ragnarok struck -- but not the film’s Rangarok. No, this was worse. We were impatient to have the event occur, me in large part because the mythology says that Vali slays Narfi during the sequence and I couldn’t wait to put all that pain into writing. But what really kicked this off was a friend’s page getting repeatedly deleted.

Sleipnir.

In this RP setting, Sleipnir was a fully intelligent horse capable of speech and even transforming for short periods of time into a humanoid form. He fell in love with a half-demon woman and they had a son together, a centaur named Grani. And then his page kept vanishing.

Initially, we believed the page was reported because there was a rape sequence between his character and the half-demon, though -- and this is imperative -- the two RPers had discussed this in detail before agreeing to the RP. A great deal of thought went into it before they started the roleplay.

And yet, Sleipnir’s page went down.

The RPer made a new one, and that too, went down a short time later. This was disheartening for her, and though we all did our best to help, even creating the page for her in case it was her account getting it flagged, the pages kept getting deleted. The only cause we could work out was that Microsoft just came out with a Sleipnir program of some form and were removing all other pages with that name regardless of content.

So we kicked off Ragnarok and wrecked our Facebook RP world, killing off some of the characters and leaving others behind. We moved platforms, taking our remaining world to Gaia Online, but it wasn’t to be.

Though the RPs increased in quality while there and we created avatars for each of our characters and it definitely helped the process, we just couldn’t keep it up. We were too disheartened for our friend and how things had ended on Facebook.

Slowly but surely, our RPs died. We tried just once more by moving to a new forum called Valucre, but we couldn’t quite get steam going there, either. Eventually all of the RPs died, most of them without conclusions. In some ways, we mourned the loss.

But our remaining group, a total of four of us, remained friends for a great while longer. Three of us, in particular created this very blog some years later with the purpose of posting all of our NSFW works here.

Art, writing, roleplays, etc; this blog was meant to be a joint page to display all of our wicked wiles.

For several months we didn’t post much. Kyone did the most posting during this time, art for her favorite yaoi couple of the time, both NSFW and SFW, and it was moderately popular. Then came my contribution: The Dancer.

The Resurgence

To this day, I’m not sure what really got me back into TMNT. I know I was tired of RPs but wanted the stories to continue, and thus did I begin writing fanfictions again after years of never touching them -- or, at least, never posting them.

The Bayverse movies kicked this off. I’d always loved TMNT, since I was a kid, but the Bayverse films put them in a new light. They weren’t anthropomorphic turtles under 5′ tall anymore, naked 100% of the time. They were tall, big bois, more humanoid, and more like hybrids. I loved them. I wanted them.

I wanted them to be loved.

At the start, I was under the false belief that they didn’t get much love -- i.e., no romance. I especially believed Raphael didn’t get much affection, being such an angry and brash character. Oh, how wrong I was, lol.

Thus did I start with Raphael.

At the beginning I was inspired by a story written by another page, @teradoration, featuring a merman. I wasn’t too interested in the story, personally, as it’s m|m and I’ve never enjoyed those types of stories, but the inspiration came from the fact that it was a multi-chapter work -- on Tumblr.

So I decided to write some porn.

Initially, the idea was to make a short story, something like 10 chapters. I put thought into it, into the character I wanted to create and introduce, into her appearance and history and passions. I considered Raphael, his personality, and crafted a character designed to intrigue and challenge him. Then I looked at both popular and unique character tropes and the kinds of characters I’d made and turned in another direction.

Thus was Jocelyn born, a half-black, half-Polynesian ballet dancer with blonde hair and freckles. And, at first...it was a dead story. No one saw it. No one liked it. No one took a chance on Jocelyn.

For nearly a year, I wrote chapters to an empty audience. I tried not to let it get me down, but the consensus seemed clear: no one was interested in reading it. Still, I’d started it and come to love the characters very dearly, and so I continued. For my sake, for their sake, I continued.

Then came my first big break: tmnttrashcan. If you’re wondering why I didn’t @ that one, it’s because it’s been deactivated. But this amazing woman found my story, loved it, and began sharing it. And because her blog was one driven by reblogs and gifsets, it was far more popular than this one despite its younger age.

And thus did The Dancer begin drawing attention, fans, and feedback. Thus did I finally feel as if this labor of love was validated, that I wasn’t posting just for me anymore. People were enjoying the story, and in return, I poured more effort and love into it.

This is how I thanked my readers: with better content. More drama, more emotion, more love, more heartache, more sex, more everything.

Even before this happened, however, my head had continued the story far into the future. I made a sequel -- The Dragon -- before I’d even had a concept of The DJ. But in this sequel I’d begun laying the groundwork for something in between the two, and through this I began creating Lisa.

With Lisa, I wanted to create a character that fit more securely with the next turtle on my list: Michelangelo. Rather than opposing the turtle in many ways, as Jocelyn does with Raphael, I wanted Lisa to mesh very easily with him.

The DJ had begun.

For a time, tmnttrashcan’s admin and I were fantastic friends. We talked often, over text and over voice chatting. I told her ideas I had for the future, plans going years down the line both in and out of the story, and even let her read what I’d written of The Dragon thus far. She loved it, every last word, and heaped praise at me.

I loved this woman very deeply. I’d tell her as much from time to time, and she echoed the sentiment.

Then she simply...vanished. She stopped talking to me, stopped responding. Eventually I asked her if we were no longer friends. She never answered.

It was heartbreaking.

Soon thereafter, I was also left behind by Kyone. She unfriended me. And then Tumblr decided to ban all NSFW content, so in order to preserve this blog, I was forced to delete all her NSFW art. And when she went further and removed herself from the blog, I went further too and removed all of her posts. But it wasn’t easy.

It’s been a few years since then and I remain heartbroken. We’d been friends for over a decade. I saw her grow up (we met when she was 16), saw her graduate, saw her go through schooling and jobs and hard times. Between her, myself, and Fluxx, we’d amassed a mountain of great times and greater stories. We’d been a sisterhood in all but blood. We’d even called ourselves such.

To this day there remains a hollow place in me. In short, I’ve been jaded. My whole life, I’d seen this pattern repeated: I make a friend, we become close, then they abandon me, usually within a year or two. But with Fluxx and Kyone, I’d truly believed this pattern had finally been broken. I’d believed I finally had friends for life.

Between the loss of tmnttrashcan and Kyone, however, I learned a hard lesson: not to trust so deeply.

This was repeated twice more before I gave up on sharing. With Blue Blood, twice I made a close friend, got to the point of talking near-constantly and voice chatting. Twice I shared previews of what was to come. Once I even told the entire story, everything, every last detail I have planned to the end of the series. And twice, after hearing so much of the tale, the friend vanished from me. They stopped responding. I was talking to air.

It hurt.

By now you may be wondering why this is included in my fanfiction autobiography. Well, because it spurred me on. If I can’t keep friends for long, then I’ll keep my own company. I won’t let myself down. I decided to focus on my stories, for in this I am always the most important person. I am the one who will never be abandoned. I am the creator, the god, of the worlds I shape for the entertainment of others. Readers may come and go, as much a slave to their interests as I am, but I remain. For those who stay and those who arrive later, I remain.

There is a power in this which cannot be matched, but more so, there’s an enjoyment and responsibility. My stories are unfinished but demand an ending from a slew of followers. And so I keep writing, even though the stories are largely complete in my own mind. I know how they end. I know how they intertwine, how they connect. I know the backstage dancers, how the plot lines link together, where each thread is leading; my readers do not.

And so I continue writing, even as I remain cautious about how much I share.

To The Future

What comes next is largely unknown, even to me. I have many, many, many stories, both in original settings and fandoms. I work on some of them from time to time, in between trying to focus on my bigger hits. Sometimes I just open one and begin reading what I’d already written, refreshing my memory and contemplating where I want the story to go.

I’ve considered other forms of storytelling as well. Otome games have my interest, specifically, because of the nature of them; a single protagonist and multiple love interests with their own unique tales to tell. I love that format and have tried crafting numerous stories for them, but they’ve yet to gain any real ground.

This is partly because it’s a huge undertaking. It’d require more than myself to get them made. I can do art and writing, but I know little to nothing of coding. I’m unsure how I would turn words and images into a novella-type game. Originally I wanted Fluxx and Kyone’s help -- Kyone because I felt her art is better than mine, and Fluxx because she has experience coding. I tried to get them involved. They did not get involved.

As far as otome games are concerned, I am alone.

But this is fine. I am a better writer than anything else -- better than I am an artist, a gamer, or a friend, based on my history. So I’ll continue to write. And if I never truly create an original story, if I never get published, if I never receive royalties for my years of painstaking effort, then so be it.

I made people happy. I made people gush and scream and keyboard-smash. I made people laugh and cry. I made people fall in love with that which I love.

That’s enough.

I’ll see you soon with more updates. My stories are not yet finished.

- Nightshade

[omgilostmyshoe]

Sabriel Week 2019. Day Six: Neighbours/Roommates

Waiting for Superman

(title from the song by Daughtry)

Rating: T

Pairing: Sabriel

Wordcount:  2028

Tags and Warnings: Human AU, K9 Unit Officer Sam Winchester, Author Gabriel, Aromantic Gabriel, Tooth-rotting fluff.

@sabrielevents

What to do when you find a stranger in your hallway, trying to get to the neighbor that is no longer there? You can try giving some advice on the cheap hotels nearby or just ignore him. Sam, however, is the officer of the law and cannot just let the man vanish into the night. Especially, such a cute man. So, he might as well offer him to stay until morning... Or until death does them apart.

"Police, freeze! Hands where I can see them!" 

Sam reacts instinctively when he finds a stranger, trying to get into his neighbor's closed door.

The man in question freezes, following the commands, even though all Sam has is the dog on a leash. Which is actually quite a lot, considering that said dog is a trained police animal. 

"Turn around and identify yourself!" 

Again, the man complies instantly, his face changing from slightly concerned to surprised, when he sees the one who was giving out the orders. Sam knows that out of the uniform, without his badge or a gun, all of which are in the apartment, he can't really prove that he's a cop. 

But he stands his ground, just as the dog at his side also stared down a possible foe. 

"I'm Gabriel Novak. Just flew in, planned to crash in with my girlfriend, Ro. She lives there." The man still doesn't lower his arms, just points with one finger at the door he was fiddling with. "But it seems nobody is home..."

"She moved out. About a week ago. Said she's moving to Europe or something. And please, lower your arms... You can relax." 

The more Sam talks, the more Gabriel face falls. He's handsome, but visibly tired, the dust of the road and lightning of the hall accentuating the lines of his face. 

While wondering, what to do, Sam automatically pats the dog at his side, who relaxed as his owner does.

His neighbor was rather adventurous, her apartment always filled with new people, men and women alike. She loved to talk, but never would confess her own name. Her favorite subject of gossip though, when she managed to catch Sam, were her numerous lovers. 

Mostly it was in some odd hours of the night, when after the double shift or an emergency, Sam was returning after a dog walk. The woman would glide out of her apartment--her gait couldn't be described any other way--and just start talking. 

So this is how he knows, sort of, who the man before him is. 

He was one of her more or less steady flames, Gabe, as she called him. Author of some books or something, always on the move, always traveling. Which is why their meetings were very few and far in between, but so hot she could not help herself but to "keep him," as she put it. Except now he wanted something more permanent, settling in New York for at least a year, and in the last conversation, Ro was lamenting how, "Gabe was getting clingy". 

Apparently, her way of saying goodbye to clingy lovers was to move to the other side of the world without warning. Or anything. 

"So... What's his name?" 

Gabriel is the first to break the awkward silence, watching the dog at Sam's feet with a weak smile. 

"Dogmeat." Sam grits out, readying himself for a joke, that he heard plenty, but Gabriel surprises him. He only lightly laughs and nods, winking at the animal. 

"Good choice, and very good look alike. Though I certainly would like your version better if I could pet him." 

It seems surprises would never cease today, as Dogmeat does the maximum his ironclad training allows. He quietly whines and tugs at the leash lightly, indicating that he would very much like to be petted by Gabriel. With a cautious stare, Sam hesitates, looking from the German shepherd to Gabriel again.

"So, no problems with dogs?"

"Is loving them too much counts as a problem?" 

Sam chuckles and releases the dog, giving a freeing command. Dogmeat runs like a torpedo, paws scrambling on the slippery tile floor. 

His furry body collides with Gabriel legs and the dog whines and wags his tail happily as the man immediately starts petting him. 

Soon, Dogmeat is on the floor, all four legs up, his belly exposed for the expert rubs that Gabriel bestows, and Sam is left just to stare in amazement. 

Even though his dog's reactions are the perfect judge of character already he, after getting permission, still snaps a pic of Gabriel, focusing on his face. The man probably thinks it's for a cute moment with the dog--which it is, partially--but Sam also sends the pic to Jody, asking to run an urgent background check and attaches a name. 

In the meantime, Dogmeat having gotten plenty of belly rubs now stands and starts licking all over Gabriel's face, neck and even his hair. 

Sam just got to save the poor man, a quiet call of dog's name enough to stop the shower of slobbery affections, and Gabriel nods gratefully. 

He wisely doesn't speak before getting a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his face of the worst of the damage. 

"He likes you," Sam announces, perhaps a bit unnecessary, after the clear approval his dog shown this man. 

"Well, at least somebody does, that's good." 

He jokes, and smiles again, but Sam can see the exhaustion that weighs on him, and it's probably not all physical. Going to somebody you care about, expecting to find at least a place to rest and a friendly face, and finding only the closed door... That must be harsh. 

"You don't seem so bad to me either," Sam gives up, smirking, and finally this gets his a more genuine and energetic response. He likes as Gabriel's face morphs and he smirks in return, winking again, now to Sam, which is just as effective as it was on his dog. He can’t say he’s ready to drop on all fours before the man just yet, but it’s a pretty close call.  

"Which is why I'm gonna do you a favor." 

"Oh?" 

As Sam finally goes to unlock his door, Dogmeat glued to his side in the familiar formation, Gabriel tenses. Sam notices but does not comment, just gestures to the couple of suitcases, that are tucked in the corner of the hall. 

"You need a place to stay the night, at least. As an officer of the law, I can't in good conscience simply leave you out in the cold at,” He checks his watch, “4 am." He then opens the door and ushers the dog inside, who promptly lays down at her appointed spot, waiting for the wash and feeding. 

"So, you actually are a cop? Can I see the badge?" 

A curious tilt of the head cannot hide a guarded stare Gabriel levels him with. 

"Sure," that request is easy and actually sensible, making Sam like the man more and more, and with just a half a minute rummaging in the apartment, he shows off his credentials to Gabriel. Who hasn't moved much, though Sam noticed he and his suitcases had shifted a little closer to the exit, ready to bolt if needed with minimum casualties. 

Sam smiles approvingly, wishing every citizen would be as vigilant and careful with their life and health. Perhaps then he wouldn't need to work as much. 

On the other hand, that way, he might have not caught this late shift. 

He might not have met Gabriel. 

Who finally surrenders and rolls the suitcases in, while accessing Sam's home with a curious glance. 

Dogmeat wags his tail happily from his spot, watching two people interact, talk, and touch. 

It's just a random connection, as Sam helps Gabriel to shrug off the tangled coat. 

But as Gabriel lifts his amber eyes, hand not moving from Sam's bare forearms, sending a wave of goosebumps from the contact, he speaks, low and serious. 

"Thank you, Superman." 

"You're welcome... What?" 

And then Gabriel breaks out in a fit of giggles, breaking the moment and the contact, pointing at Sam's shirt, that does bear the symbol of the aforementioned superhero.

"You still haven't told me your name." 

Sam blushes, running a hand through his hair and huffing and embarrassed laugh himself. 

"Sorry. Sam Winchester. It's nice to meet you." 

They shake hands, and there it is again. 

Eye contact, catching, getting a lot longer than necessary, and Sam feels as his palm is enveloped in both of Gabriel's hands now, warm and dry. 

"It truly is." 

Sam turns in the bed, trying to escape the sun shining through the crack in the curtains. 

As soon as he settles back into the warm cocoon of blankets and pillows and blessed darkness however, there is a broad wet tongue on his face, licking him thoroughly. 

"Gabe, leave me alone. Day offff..." Sam mumbled, half asleep, hiding his face below his arms, shoving the loving attention away. Because really, he was promised a good rest tonight with as much sleep as he could handle. 

"Wow, now I feel really offended, you can't even tell the difference between us." 

Mocking remark sounds from the foot of the bed, definitely not from anywhere near his head, and Sam jumps up, eyes bleary, and trying to kick his brain into working mode.  

He relaxes, finding Gabriel, not on the bed, only standing near, a tray laden with dishes in his hands. 

The check of the bed reveals a bouncy Dogmeat, who's blinking happily at Sam. 

"Off the bed! Now!" 

The dog scatters off, properly shamed. For the moment, at least, until Gabe finds another way to sneak some treats to him or something. 

Gabriel stalks closer, settling a tray across Sam's knees above the blanket. It is barely able to fit all the mugs, plates and saucers stacked onto it, all filled with delicious foods, and two main dishes even covered with fancy metallic domes. 

"What's the occasion, Gabe? This seems like a lot." 

He knows the answer, but he just likes to hear it. So he asks. 

"Well, today

the day. It has been whole three years since we became roommates." Gabriel announces dramatically, even finishing off with a flashy shake of his hair, that got a lot longer, brown curls reaching his shoulders now.

"Seriously? Roommates? That's what you're going with?" 

It is hard to keep a straight face while Gabriel does his thing, pouting and staring imploringly. 

"Roommates with benefits?" Under Sam's raising his brows, unimpressed, and him fighting a smile, that probably got his face in a strange twitching grimace, Gabe gives up. 

"Okay, okay. Three years anniversary, my lovely boyfriend Superman. I'm happy you're still with me, and, as astounding that is, still love me." 

Sam ignores the pet name, that of course stuck--Dean laughed his ass off at that one--and pulls his boyfriend into a grateful kiss. 

After a tender and long moment they separate, barely, Gabe smiling softly. Sam though, he looks into the amber eyes deeply, not searching or waiting for anything. He is long made his peace with how they are. 

"Always. Happy anniversary." 

The next kiss is longer, lingering, Sam clutching onto Gabe's thin shirt to tug him closer. They stop only when the tray clangs alarmingly, and both giggle before moving everything around. 

Gabe slides under the blanket, cuddling to Sam's side and--dramatic as ever--reveals the first dish, lifting the dome covering.

The plate is practically drowning in maple syrup that drips from the impressive stack of fresh pancakes. 

"That's... very sweet," Mumbles Sam, eyeing the stack. 

"Indeed it is, which is exactly why I cooked it for myself. Yours is this one, my favorite health nut." 

And with a loud smooch to the cheek, Gabe lifts the dome from the second plate, this one with totally different contents. A bowl with oatmeal--egg, steamed vegetables, and a little cheese on top--front and center, its aroma and sight mouthwatering. It is surrounded by different kinds of toasts: avocado, more vegetables, fresh this time, mixed in with Sam's favorite Italian cheeses. 

"Thank you, Gabe... This is perfect." 

It really is, the tray filled with both of their favorite items, lovingly prepared and carefully arranged. Gabe waves off the gratitude, but his smile says it all. 

Before digging into the feast, Sam steals another thorough kiss from his boyfriend, deep and passionate. 

They even actually manage to eat before falling into bed to satisfy a different hunger and between more kisses, Sam whispers, again and again, 

"You are perfect. I love you." 

[laughingpinecone]

Letter!

Trick or Treat time!

I am laughingpineapple on AO3

It’s a long list of characters so the specific requests aren’t overly detailed, please draw at will from my general likes and general fandom likes in addition or as an alternative to any of those!

All requests are art or fic - for art, the stuff I like is the kind that depicts the characters doing something. I’ll aways be happier with a very simple drawing of two characters walking together or sharing a cup of coffee than with an ambitious composition that looks like an Avengers poster.

They are also all for tricks and treats, except for The Swapper which is just tricks, but ignore at will for extra gifts.

Likes: worldbuilding, slice of life (doubly so if the event the fic focuses on is made up but canon-specific), missing moments, 5+1 and similar formats, bonding and emotional support/intimacy, physical intimacy, lingering touches, loyalty, casefic, surrealism, magical realism, established relationships, future fic, hurt/comfort or just comfort from the ample canon hurt, throwing characters into non-canon environments, banter, functional relationships between dysfunctional individuals, unexplained mysteries, bittersweet moods, journal/epistolary fic, dreams and memories and identities, canon-adjacent tropey plots, outsider POV, UST, exploration of secondary bits of canon, leaning on the uniqueness of the canon setting/mood, found families, characters reuniting after a long and/or harrowing time, friends-to-lovers, road trips, maps, mutual pining, cuddling, wintry moods, the feeling of flannel and other fabrics, ridiculous concepts played straight, sensory details, sickfic, places being haunted, people being haunted, the mystery of the woods, small hopes in bleak worlds, electricity, places that don’t quite add up, mismatched memories, caves and deep places, distant city lights at night

Cool with: any tense, any pov, any rating, plotty, not plotty, IF, nerdy canon references, unrequested characters popping up

DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, unrequested ships, canon retellings, consent issues

Twin Peaks: Harry Truman, James Hurley, Frank Truman, Albert Rosenfield, Tammy Preston, Monica Bellucci, Margaret Lanterman, Denise Bryson, Cynthia Knox, Constance Talbot, Bosomy Woman, Annie Blackburn, Jade, Wally Brando, Diane Evans, Doris Truman, Lucy Moran

The mystery of the woods. How do they relate to the woods, what do they gain and what do they lose in the woods. Case fic but they don’t find out jack shit, someone disappears, David Bowie was there, it’s complicated. Fragmented, shifted, mirrored identities. New Lodge spaces. The risks of staring into the void for too long. Gentle illusions. Transcendence. The moon. Static buzzing. Any title from the s3 ethereal whooshing compilation used as a prompt, actually. For treats, all these spooky things can remain in the background while the warmer hues of canon (all the food and cute friendships and Canadian geese and sparks of joy) take center place!

AUs and fusion AUs are great for this fandom! I have Final Fantasy on my mind a lot recently so any FFVI, VII, T, IX, X, XII or XIII reimagining would be fantastic, but also regular fantasy, space opera, sci-fantasy… anything fancy!

I ship Coop/Albert/Harry and all sides thereof, Laura/Donna, Tammy/Cynthia, Lucy/Andy, Gordon/Phillip, Chet/Sam. I love & for all of the above and Harry&Frank, Bookhouse Boys in general, Margaret&Hawk, James&Shelly, Margaret&Trumans, Albert&Frank, Albert&Doris, Tammy&Albert, Tammy&literally any woman in the cast, Denise&any Blue Rose, Cynthia&Constance, Constance&Twin Peaks cast, Annie&Audrey, Annie&Shelly, Wally&Coop&Laura, Diane&Albert, Diane&Phillip, Lucy&Margaret. $character&Laura is the free space here, when in doubt add Laura.

Canon-specific DNWs: any singular Dreamer being the ‘source’ of canon, BOB (let alone Judy) being forever defeated in the finale, Judy being an active malevolent presence in the characters’ lives, clear explanations for canonical ambiguities, ‘Odessaverse’ being the reality layer, the Fireman’s House by the Sea being the White Lodge

Harry Truman: his life in remission or something with animals Frank Truman: maybe he’s a tulpa or maybe he came back to a town he doesn’t recognize anymore Albert Rosenfield: splitting identities post-canon, leaving the FBI, something about his jazz collection Tammy Preston: Tammy infodumping 101, meeting legacy characters, trying not to implode like previous generations of blue rose Monica Bellucci: just give me your headcanons about whatever the hell that was about, possibly not as a retelling. Was she actual Monica, a masking memory for a different spirit, something else entirely... Margaret Lanterman: playing off any character we never see her share a scene with in canon, environmental activist, saplings enthusiast Denise Bryson: actual undercover FBI means she’s now part of office shenanigans, right? Or coming back to Twin Peaks years later Cynthia Knox: Garland’s legacy in the USAF is a heavy burden. going through an initiation of her own not unlike Tammy Constance Talbot: visiting Twin Peaks for whatever reason, being shaken by some supernatural event Bosomy Woman: who is she, where does she come from. is she friends with Phil. I’m down with her being Lois Duffy or not Jade: two things I love about her are that she comes out unscathed from a brush-in with the supernatural and that "Jade” is an alias she got from Invitation to Love. Expanding on either topic would be great (Invitation to Love fandom fic?) Wally Brando: the absolute coolest. That is unironically all. Tell me more about how cool he is, in the woods or on the road. Diane Evans: defragmenting her self somehow, in and out of the red room Doris Truman: what’s she like, who is she friends with. A coincidence in Hastings’ website makes me wonder if she’s an UFO enthusiast and interested in the zone Lucy Moran: Lucy's way of perceiving the world as a gateway to deeper truths which she may or may not be aware of. Also raccoons.

Ghost Trick: Cabanela, Jowd, Alma, Pigeon Man, Emma, Bailey

I am very interested in various characters finding about the erased timeline, but not getting their memories back, and having to live with being told about what they did but never remembering it. All what-ifs welcome (what if they managed an acceptable happy ending but didn’t reset the timeline, what if a different party went back to the past and kept their memories, what if Alma’s ghost stuck around…) Also open to AUs here, especially for generic fantasy or sci-fi settings or the Final Fantasy ones I prompted for Yuletide .

I ship Alma/Cabanela/Jowd, Alma/Jowd and Cabanela/Jowd and like all the & relationships in the game and more. Lots of love to Sissel and Missile always. (and Alma/Cabanela if Jowd isn’t around for some reason! Just don’t ignore him please!)

Cabanela: graciously accepting some type of defeat, or being rightfully stubborn about something. Maybe situations in which he knows he doesn’t have to lead Jowd: time-displaced and touch-starved, or getting to the bottom of the morbid humor barrel. Knowing he’s at the center of everyone’s attention. (for the record, that beard is at the center of my attention. it is very nice) Alma: would be nice if she had a personality of her own. Ghost Alma with or without powers? Teaming up with Cabanela or Lynne? Maybe she has trouble communicating with them but she’s there? Pigeon Man: how do he and Lovey take to Sissel. Friendship with Cabanela in the new timeline. Emma: her plotting process, or her activist leanings, or both. Is she friends with Alma? Bailey: I like how simple he is, and his panic dance of course. Throw him at another character of your choice and see what happens? Cabanela, for example?

The Last Remnant: Kate, Pagus, Emma, David Nassau, Zolean, Sibal, Maddox

I’m very interested in post-game exploration, and getting a clearer feeling of any of the cities and assorted places. I like characterization based on battle quotes, red bubble dialogues, and even their unique stat (‘authority’ is a natural fit for David but ‘romance’ tells me something new about Sibal!) Character interaction. Bit of worldbuilding. What’s another festival they celebrate? Do they erect something else instead of the Valeria Heart? Any fun discoveries down in Siebenbur? Where the hell IS Veyriel, anyway, do they go look for it and if so what do they find out? End of an age. Old bonds.

I ship David/Rush (wouldn’t want it as the main focus of a David fic, but as background there or anywhere it’s great) and Pagus/Sibal/Maddox. David&Rush and Pagus&Sibal&Maddox are also great. I also love Torgal, Caedmon, Allan, Irina, Glenys, Sheryl, Roberto and the Duke of Ghor, but everyone, really.

Kate: any expansion of her tulpa narrative? Maybe while she makes a friend of your choice? Pagus: my history-loving nerd. I’m also not over the fact that it’s stated canon that for a Qsiti, he’s an absolute catch. What a babe. Emma: let her be grumpy at someone... maybe teaming up with David à la good cop bad cop David Nassau: nice things happening to David postcanon, please? He’s been through a lot and I love him. Who can understand him, what can give him purpose? Zolean: I need someone to adopt this sad fish now that he knows that his friend is gone. Military experience and lost friends preferred but not required. Sibal and/or Maddox: give me all the Qsiti worldbuilding, Siebenbur worldbuilding, Remnant daydreaming, backstory with Pagus, old men reunions after the ending...

Dark Souls: Solaire, Siegmeyer, Sieglinde, Logan, Gough, Artorias

I’m only familiar with the first game! It’s probably relevant to mention that I think that linking the fire is kind of a dumbass move, Gwyn is an ass, Kaathe has his own agenda and there’s no winning move in this world, or at least no obvious one. Feel free to deviate from anyone’s canon endings, to make things happen that’ll stave off their hollowing. I am interested in any of these people meeting and possibly striking up a friendship, and also in exploring Lordran’s temporal/dimensional fuckery, where it’s possible to meet people who have been gone for ages...

Solaire: tragic, lovable, doomed, pure of heart dumb of ass and all. Ways in which his search for his sun intersects with the bigger mysteries and tragedies? What if he accidentally talked to Kaathe instead of Frampt in his quest? Siegmeyer: just let him be jovial and helpful? Traveling with someone and being a good buddy? Sieglinde: (almost) unstoppable can of whoop-ass, what’s it like to be basically the only non-undead in Lordran? Logan: he grump. Maybe he learns something interesting in the Archives. I am also interested in deets on him going mad there, at the end of his quest for knowledge. Sounds eldritch, poignant and intriguing. Gough: get him out of gay baby jail, poor thing, what’d he do! Or, at least: who goes to visit him, what does he feel for his people who appear to be more or less enslaved. Why does Gwyn allow him to languish in that tower? Artorias: much like with Solaire, I am intrigued by this paragon of virtue in a world that's really harsh on that sort of thing. He’s also... not human? Sif and Alvina always welcome.

Pyre: Oralech, Sandra, Bertrude, Molten Milithe, Celeste, Volfred, Tariq, Pamitha

Oh the burning found family feelings, the revolutionary passion, the divide between topside social constraints (moreso for liberated exiles, thrust into heroic roles after the revolution) and the kind of freedom allowed by the downside! Mere distance cannot separate our spirits! Noxalas! ...any cutesy activity lifted from the game would be great, like X doing laundry with Y.  Thoughts about the Plan, about the Scribes, about being considered the reincarnation of the Scribes, about finding oneself at the end of an age, as everything crumbles down to form something new. The titan stars. Exploring literally any corner of the Downside. Any postcanon very welcome with any combination of endings as long as the revolution was peaceful. I love everyone so much. Please do lean in on the xeno details if you’re writing nonhumans! Even for gen, I like to read what it’s like to be something other than human.

I ship Volfred/Tariq, Volfred/Oralech, some form of Oralech/Volfred/Tariq (more of a Volfred-centric V but I would like to be convinced of the Oralech/Tariq side of things), Celeste/Jodariel, Reader/Sandra, Hedwyn/Fikani and Pamitha/Bertrude. All & pairs welcome. I do NOT ship Jodi/Ignarius, Celeste/Tariq and *ae/Almer.

Oralech: so many intense emotions, just pick one and run with it! His topside ending made me cry. Finding the pristine blackwagon, books and sigil he would deem the True Nightwings’? Learning to let go of he bundle of hatred and prejudice he’d used as a shield, one thread at a time? Bonding with a character of your choice? Sandra: butting heads with any character of your choice, ideologically and also because she’s understandably pissed off 24/7? Volfred was Reader before us, what was their relationship like? And I’m sure that post-game the Reader brings her along to Nightwings meetings when she feels like it? Bertrude: witchy snek doing witchy snek things please. Her reluctant bonding is great Milithe: also witchy snek doing witchy snek things but on a grander, more primeval scale? Her drive to explore the Downside touches me. Celeste: the fixed star learning not to be fixed anymore, and being a person, while her counterpart has something of a 830 years head start and no-one seems to be on her wavelength. She’s intense and burning and uncompromising and how do you live like that? Volfred: early days in exile, bonding with any of the old Nightwings, or living as prime minister giving his all to the new society he’s building, which has to be demanding and tiresome. Idealistic, self-assured and a little manipulative is one of my ideals so just send him Volfred-ing around and I’ll be happy. Tariq: he keeps it all under the surface and if you get a peek past it there’s something of an eldritch depth to him and isn’t that so sweet. I think we need more Tariq whump but also Tariq nursing sick Nightwings, Tariq having nice days and just all-around more Tariq, is all. Pamitha: it’s hard to break that self-loathing but she could get a break maybe? If she stays Downside, what does she find at the far borders of this land?

The Last Guardian: any

The boy & the very good boy… I’d like to read about a distant reunion. I was surprised by the boy being the combo breaker after the former Ueda protagonists cast their societies behind. He gets to live his life with his people, apparently, but what makes him leave and find Trico again? What’s their bond like, years later? Or is it Trico who comes back to search for him?

And what about the being in the coffin? Got any headcanons on the relationship between it, the master of the valley, the alien-looking white tower and the rest of the vall... well, crater, presumably? Are they dead? Does some part of their conscience stick around? Were they in some sort of cryostasis and the destruction of the master of the valley woke them up?

I really like the setting of the game so laying it thick with the environmental focus is always appreciated.

As an aside and since SotC and ICO are in the tagset, I don’t generally like to think about direct, rational connections between the three games, placing them in a timeline etc. Even so, if you read the TLG artbook: what the hell was Ueda going on about, talking about SotC “as if through a mirror” or whatever that quote went like? Iirc he was talking about TLG’s mirror and SotC’s pool having some sort of symbolic... inverted... connection...? If you have ideas about some crackpot surrealist connection between TLG and SotC, the kind fever dreams are made of, I’m all ears!

The Swapper: any

I fell in love early on with this indie gem and its take on cloning, communication and the loss of self and I’m thrilled to see it in the tagset. I love narratives that explore solitude, alien mindsets, rejection of society, fractured consciousness - you can see how The Swapper struck a chord (the stellar puzzles and graphics helped). So the first thing I’d like to read in this nonexistent fandom with no fic is something, anything, focused on any of these themes. What of our protagonist, or what is left of her (WHAT is left of her?), after the ‘planet’ ending? But an exploration of the 'spaceship’ ending also works, keeping in mind that I see it as by far the creepiest and less consolatory option (not that the plot has any business being consolatory or black and white in the fist place, but if I HAD to slap a ‘good end’ ‘bad end’ label, planet ending is the good ending for me). What interests me about the Scavenger - I’m mostly talking about the main playable character(s), but the original one is also very interesting - is mostly what the game puts her through. Delving into her background, not so much. I would also love any setup that offers a focus on the Watchers, just… exploring their point of view on this whole business and on life, the universe and everything as a whole. Luv me them rocks. I’d really like to get into their mindset. The two scientists can come too of course.

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✦ —Roleplay Request [ ALWAYS OPEN ]

table of content

Introduction

What I’m looking for

Types of Roleplay

Rules and Regulations

Fandoms/ Originals

Abandoned Plots

FAQ

Final Note

Contact Information

introduction

Hi, you can call me Reece. I am a twenty-seven year old university student, who is studying psychology and english literature. A lot of my time is spent studying, thus the lack of a social life, but in my spare time I like to read, write, play video games, and watch movies, among other things. I have a variety of hobbies and love making friends with like minded individuals. Admittedly, I can be a bit shy in the beginning, so forgive me. I have been writing since I was ten, and discovered roleplaying when I was fourteen. I started out in chat rooms, bounced around forums, and was even a member of the now defunct Quizilla. I’m trying to make a comeback within the roleplay world after having to take unforeseen hiatuses due to ongoing health issues. At this time I am looking for something casual and relaxed; nothing stressful. I will list my rules and such, in addition to what I'm craving below.

what I’m looking for in a partner

Someone willing to take the time to sit down and plan out a story we’ll both enjoy.

Someone who will respect me in the same manner as I will them. It’s a two way street and I’m tired of being disrespected and harassed.

Someone who will take the time to read my rules and regulations. There have been too many instances where I’ve discovered people have either disregarded my rules or simply glossed over them. In exchange if you have any concerns please bring them to me.

Someone who understands that I won’t be able to respond every day. I’ve been dealing with an ongoing health issue since back in June and every month it’s been constant trips to the doctor. It will take me a bit, have patience with me, please. There are some days where I might only be up for talking OOC, then there are others where you might not hear me because I simply don’t feel well.

Someone who doesn’t mind that I’m that person who adores our roleplay so much that I will make everything from mood boards, edits, and playlists dedicated to our characters, ships, etc.

Someone who doesn’t mind talking outside of roleplay. Another perk of roleplay is finding friends and that’s what I seek. I would like to find someone who I can build a friendship with. We can fangirl over our story and our ships, talk about our day and slowly get to know one another. ❤

types of roleplay

basic:  Contact me with what fandom(s) you’re interested in, we’ll make a mutual decision on the choice, before exchanging oc information and discussing plots. The format is what we’re all used to: portraying our oc’s, each other’s love interest(s) and side characters.

doubles:  More or less the same as above, except if there is more than one thing you’d like to do  and are up for doing more than roleplay, than we can. I will probably only accept 2-3 per person, due to time management.

split:  The format is similar to the basic formula, we both choose one fandom of our respective sides. Then, we exchange oc information, love interests and plots.                      

split 2.5:   This is similar to the former, but different than the ones before it. Normally, a split roleplay is done where we choose two separate fandoms; but I can make an exception for a basic format if that is what you wish. Now, here is where it’s different after we choose our respective fandoms, along with our oc information we will include a big or small write up of a plot for our character and their love interest(s). Now, I will give my partner full-rein in regards to what kind of plot they want. Want a storyline filled with drama and mayhem? Go for it. Want a reverse harem storyline with four characters vying for your character’s heart? Fine with me. This is your opportunity to play out any kind of headcanons and storylines you wish. I only ask for nothing that violates my rules or limits, otherwise sky’s the limit. I will may accept 2-3 per person. If you need help with a storyline, let me know.

rules and regulations

length:

Normally, I will write one to two paragraphs on both sides. However, that is not my limit for I can write anywhere between one to five paragraphs per sides. Length for a single paragraph can range anywhere between 200-500+ words, whereas each individual side usually equates anywhere from 400-800+ words. I like to consider myself a paragraph|multi-paragraph writer, although I know a lot of people are converting to novella writers, I can accommodate to a novella partner just beware that it will take me longer to reply to you as opposed to someone else. This is due to how much time and effort that goes into novella responses. I am the type of person who likes to take the time to construct a quality response, rather than rush and send someone a response for the sake of replying. Which is why I ask, please give me time to write your response.

format:

I can write in either first or third person, despite preferring first because I can connect with my character more; I will do whatever my partner feels more comfortable with and if that’s second so be it. Also, don’t forget that roles between the two of us should follow accordingly; I play my OC, your love interest(s) and additional side characters. While you play your OC, my love interest(s) and additional side characters.

love interests, mary sues, and spotlight:

I’m lenient when it comes to love interests, as I allow more than one suitor for our characters because love triangles make the story more interesting. However, I would ask that if we just so happen to have the same choice(s) for a love interest that we don’t fight about it; instead try to sort things out. I’ve literally had someone threaten me, simply because I liked the same person as them (I’m not kidding). Second, I’m not an extremist when it comes to characters; meaning I won’t knit pick about every little thing. All I ask is no Mary-Sues and no hogging the spotlight; this is a storyline created between the two us. Let’s share it please.

spelling and grammar:

There are a lot of people who tend to knit pick about this; but rest assured I will not. All I ask is that you have a decent grasp on both spelling and grammar. Do this and we’ll get along fine; this is something that I can and will promise you.

manners and etiquette:

This should be common knowledge, but all I ask is that during our time writing together that you treat me with respect and courtesy; I will return the gesture as it is only right. I’d like us to get along, I would hate for a disagreement to ensure and there was bad blood between us due to something frivolous.

patience and commitment:

I am a full-time student, attending college and leave for school early in the morning and return home later in the afternoon; I am usually quite tired when I return home, but I try to reply to my partners as frequent as possible. However there are times, unfortunately when I cannot reply when I’d like due to an abundant amount of assignments, health issues which can lead to me becoming sick or an emergency at home. I try to inform my partners of these occurrences, but if you don’t hear from me in two weeks time don’t be afraid to send me a message and ask me about it. What I won’t accept, is being spammed every five seconds with the same message; again and again because I’m not replying like you’d like me to. I do my best to get to you all, roleplay is supposed to be fun and enjoyable; an escape from reality for both of us. It shouldn’t have to feel like a job. I will do the same for you because I understand everyone here has different lives and schedules to attend to; but please don’t ditch me half-way through the roleplay. If you need to take a break or something; then please tell me. I don’t bite- I’ll understand.

limits:

Upon sending a request please include your limits; the last thing I wish is to make you uncomfortable. My own limits include but are not limited to the following: male x male,  female x female, incest, paedophilia, and bestiality. This is where my limits stand as of now and may or may not change depending on future roleplays. If you’re unsure about something please don’t hesitate to ask me. In regards to what I will do well I am open to mature themes within my roleplays; actually, I would prefer if my partner was as well. These themes are but not limited to: foul language, violence, blood/gore (but not too heavy, please), smut, sex, alcohol, drugs ( prescription or not), mental illness, psychological themes and more. However, please be advised that I would like to keep everything to a certain level; this means while I do allow cursing, please do not have your character do so every other word. Also, I will not engage in a roleplay that is dedicated solely to sexual activities, alone. I believe that there is more to a storyline than this.

canon, crossovers and au:

I can do strictly canon roleplays or an alternate universe roleplay. Alternate Universes can range from ‘what if’ situations, different settings and scenarios. If you have an idea let me know, or we can brainstorm ideas together; I also have a list of AU prompts so let me know if you’d like to take a look at it. I am also crossover friendly

location:

I use mediums such as Skype, Discord and Kik to talk ooc, but tend to roleplay through Google Docs, Email (preferred) or Tumblr.

ooc chit-chat:

I’d like to chat on the sidelines with my partners, as it allows the two of us to get to know each other; thus making things less awkward for the both of us. Plus, I like to make friends with my partners and would enjoy the extra person to converse with.

roleplay subjects

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1g-NIA7WE3wyKf6H9bVQSeBcaYR8GpeEvbxtAJF3jvSQ/edit?usp=sharing

The link above will provide my full list of fandoms (cravings included) and original prompts. Please be sure to visit before contacting me.

final checklist

Respect my limits and I’ll respect yours.

This list will be updated when I see fit

If it’s not on my list, don’t ask me about it, no offence but you’re wasting my time and yours.

Please acquaint yourself with my rules before messaging me. Failure to comply with them or in the instance of repeat offences will result in the termination of the roleplay.

Love interests are written in order of preference. If there is only one listed then that’s the only one and I won’t change it.

Listed above are the fandoms I would be interested in writing for, with them are characters who I wished played against my OC. In return, I will play a character opposite your own OC.

Please try to have at least two choices when contacting me. I will be thrilled if you have more than that.

In all seriousness don't contact me if you're going to ditch. I'm just tired of getting excited over requests and then get dropped. It's even more disappointing when it's something I was looking forward to or spent hours writing a starter. If there's something you want to be included or omitted let me know. If you need to step away from the roleplay, let me know. Please don't just stop replying or delete me or whatever. Now, if you haven't heard from me within a week or two send a follow-up message; I cannot stress this enough. Sometimes it's school, other times it's my health, there will be days where I don't have the strength to reply. Then, sometimes it's simply something as simple as an email being misplaced or a technical glitch. Regardless, I will always get replies to my partners; it just might take me longer. If you cannot understand this, then I am not the partner for you.

As mentioned at the beginning of this request I am looking for something casual and stress-free. I'm not the quickest replier due to school and health problems. Which is why I ask that you not harass me. I don't mind if it's been a few days or more and you give me a soft poke (i.e. ”Hey, I'm just checking in, etc). What isn't appropriate is sending me a string of messages in pursuit of a reply, getting angry with me for not responding, threatening to end the roleplay, or assuming that I've ditched because I haven't replied in a few days. When someone harasses me, I become stressed, when I become stressed, I will no longer want to continue the roleplay. I will simply end things altogether. Again, I don't mind a light nudge or friendly ask. Most days I'm up for OOC talk, even if the roleplay is on pause, but anything else will not be tolerated. I'm tired of it.

Be prepared to plot.

Split roleplays are an option

Double roleplays are an option

Plot Candies: Fandoms, Canon, Real world meets the Fandom world(aka: Characters from a fandom transported to the real world or vice versa), Action, Adventure, Superhero fiction, Crime, Fantasy, Supernatural, Urban Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Epic/High Fantasy, Magical Girl, Alternate Universe, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Slice of Life, Thriller, Psychological, Drama, Mythology, Fiction, Tragedy, Time Travel, What-If (prompts),Married-Life, Pregnancy, Family, Crossovers, Reverse Harem

Genres and Themes that are a no-no: Science Fiction, Western, Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopia, Historical, Mecha, Zombies, Canon/Canon

Upon contacting me please make sure to do the following. First, I believe that first impressions matter and therefore would appreciate if you could please introduce yourself to me. I find when people contact me with simply “Want to RP” or “RP?” to be very off-putting and therefore leave me with no desire to return the message. Second, please include the following information: what you’re interested in writing for, any limits that you may or may not have (this one is important because I know everyone is different) and what type of roleplay you’re interested doing. Lastly, it would be nice if you could include any ideas you may have. If you don’t have any that’s okay, if you do don’t be shy to share. Thanks. ❤

contact information

email: x_heavenly.aura_x@yahoo.com

skype: x_keyblade.princess_x

kik: Sailor.Nyx

discord: Stray Cat #6885

tumblr: miss-mischievous-minx.tumblr.com

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You open to OCs? What about ships? Types of threads?

Hello there, Nonny! Full of questions, aren’t we? While at least part of these can be answered my looking at my rules or FAQ, I’m going to assume that you read them (if not, this is a great time to do so!) and you want a little more information, which is perfectly fine! After all, those cover the basics, and are fairly standard across all my blogs. You, dear Anon, want more specific detail, I assume. So let’s take these one at a time!

You open to OCs?

The short answer: Yes!

The long answer: I am open to OCs and I’ll at least try rping with most. I prefer that the OC have an about page I can go look at and, if it’s an OC that crosses fandoms, either have a background that is flexible enough to fit into the FMA world, or information on a background specific to the FMA world. I will admit that I’m a little more picky on OCs, just because I need something to be able to work with. 

If your OC has a personal connection with Riza, then I need to know how and why, and if it doesn’t fit or click then, well, we’ll need to talk to work something out, or risk making it up on the fly, and that doesn’t always work so well. 

I also prefer for it to be canon compliant, at least up until the main part of the story takes place. Yeah, small bits and pieces can be different–I mean, let’s face it, there’s lots of wiggle room there–but major changes make it difficult to understand how things fit together unless, again, you’ve spelled it out all nicely somewhere. Things can get more divergent when we get to the place where the main bulk of the series takes place, because it leaves the background intact enough that I’m not lost. 

I love a well written OC, tbh, and will definitely rp with one! We’ve mostly just got to have good communication and lots of information to make it work.

As a side note: Crossovers too, are welcome. I prefer it to be a fandom I have knowledge about, but as long as one of us has knowledge about one of the fandoms, and doesn’t mind it being set in the shared world, and/or the other member being ignorant about the other fandom, then it can work out!

What about ships?

Not gonna even try to lie about this one–Royai is OTP and you can pry it from my cold dead hands. Even if I do acknowledge that in canon they will probably never get married, and that all my shipping and family fluff will be relegated to fan works.

However, I am not opposed to other ships. Rping and fanfiction and all of that is about exploring things, and I’m open to exploring other ships as well. For example, I could see Riza and Havoc working out, and wouldn’t mind playing around with that ship. There are plenty of others that I wouldn’t mind exploring either, as long as you realize that Mustang will always be someone she’s close to and high up on her priorities list (unless we’re talking AU here, and then that can be messed with). But I am open to trying other ships.

I’d say it goes without saying, except in this day and age, I feel like it must be said, that, as Riza is an adult muse, and I am an adult mun, there will be no shipping with underaged muses, or underaged muns. And by underaged I mean less then 18 (no, your birthday being in a week doesn’t count) and, for the mun, being out of high school. I’m a teacher, and I’m not risking my career on an rp.

I also need to note here that any ships I do will be male x female, as I’m not comfortable writing female x female. This is not a slight against anyone and what they prefer, either in RP or IRL, it is simply that I am not comfortable writing it, and I ask that you please respect that and not push it.

Now I will admit to a little wiggle room in some things here that I don’t typically state in my rules, because of room, that are not-quite exceptions to things, and that is unrequited love, and kiddie crushes.

In the case of unrequited love, your muse is free to like, love, crush, be attracted to, whatever, my muse, as long as they aren’t creepy about it. But if your character or you the mun don’t meet my requirements, Riza will not return the affections. Sometimes people are attracted to people who don’t return those feelings, and that’s okay. Riza will still treat them normally and kindly, but she just won’t return those feelings. If you’re okay with your muse feeling that way, then fine by me.

Kiddie crushes take on two forms, kid-to-adult, and kid-to-kid. With kid to adult, well, kids get crushes on adults from time to time. I remember reading one fic told from Edward’s perspective where he was reflecting back, and there was a line about him having a crush on Riza for a couple of weeks when they first met her, before it faded. And, like, I can see that. It happens. And although Riza would treat a child like that kindly, like any sane adult she wouldn’t return the feelings or act on it because she recognizes it for what it is–a kiddie crush. It would be similar to the unrequited love, except treated a little kinder, because there’s a child involved.

With kid-to-kid crushes as long as it stays every much innocent kiddie, I’m okay. Silly things like flowers, and stupid contests and sharing a candy bar, and picking on each other because that’s all they know to do, that’s all fine. A quick peck is the highest I’ll go with anything like that, because they’re kids, and there’s no reason for it to go any higher then that. Just cute, innocent kiddie crush stuff. But it must stay cute and innocent.

And I never smut. Ever. I don’t care who your muses is or who you are. I don’t smut. All around safer that way.

Types of threads?

I’m honestly not sure what you’re getting at here, Nonny, because I can see this going three different ways–the genre of threads, the format of threads, or the plot of threads. So I’ll address all three.

As far as genre goes, I’m open to pretty much anything. Again, I won’t do smut, that’s off the table. I’m always okay with angst, and fluff, especially family fluff. (seriously I live off of angst) I don’t mind romance, as long as there are tactful fade to black scenes when needed. Drama, action, adventure, whatever, I’m good with it. I’m a little skeptical on supernatural, just because I don’t like delving too deep into that kind of thing, but as long as we keep it fairly surface level stuff, I’m good to go! And as for darker sorts of things, like torture, suicide, the aftermath of rape (not the act itself, but the consequences from it) etc, as long as we do discussion beforehand and we know what we’re getting into, treat it with the respect it needs, and tag it (please remind me to tag it I’m awful about warnings for some reason) I’m okay with them. But the darker themes require more communication and/or trust (if you’re a trusted writing partner, then you can just throw more at me) then the lighter themes, which you can just toss into my box or tag me in anytime!

When it comes to format, I don’t care if it’s formatted all pretty or not. As long as I can read it and, if the length needs paragraphs, it has them, then I’m good. I admit that I prefer wordier things to one-liners, but as long as you can give me something to work with to help move the plot along, length isn’t something that is particularly important to me. Admittedly, I have my preferences. you don’t have to write a novel for me, but I do prefer one big or two decently sized paragraphs. But as I said, as long as I have something to work with to further the plot, I’m good.

As for plot, we don’t have to have some sort of intricately planned out thing going, but we do need some sort of plot. I admit it–I get bored quickly with threads that have no conflict, no problem to solve, nothing to overcome. I also get a little frustrated when I’m the only one carrying the plot in an rp. I like for there to be a challenge, even a minor one for our characters to overcome, and I like for both of us to be working in moving the plot forward. It’s more fun that way, and it gives us more to write about. I’m perfectly fine with you throwing me some curve balls, and I like doing the same. I’m fine with you moving us along to another setting, or place. That’s good too! Communication with it is always good, but I’m also okay with a lot of things coming out of the blue as well. So please, when you’re writing with me, don’t be afraid to move things along! I enjoy and appreciate it!

I hope that adequately answered all your questions, Nonny! If not, please let me know!