#Based on an ask I received

[yanderedrabbles]

Would a yandere consider someone else noncon-ing you as cheating?

Absolutely not. I write some awful men but even the worst of them would never consider that to be cheating.

I think we can divide them into two categories. Category one is filled with characters like Yandere! Boyfriend - aka guys who are sweet to you and would never even think of doing that to you. They would be there to support you through your recovery. Always mindful of your limits, your trauma response, your bad days.

If you can tell them who did it to you, they'll get rid of him. Quietly. Efficiently. Quickly. Wouldn't want to bother you by bringing it up, but that fucker is buried in a shallow grave with his face bashed in. It doesn't matter if they're a pacifist. In this case, murder is the merciful option.

They'll be a lot more protective of you in the future. To the point you can't leave the house without them coming along. They blame themselves for not being there to save you, for not protecting you like they promised. They'll spend their whole lives trying to right that wrong.

Characters: Boyfriend, Yakuza, Werewolf, Vampire and Mobster.

In the case of characters that actually did noncon you; they don't see what they did and what the other perpetrator did as equal. They did it out of love. The other guy did it because they're a monster.

They don't consider it cheating. They think of it as another man invading their property. Stealing whats theirs and theirs alone. Which to them is perhaps worse than if you'd willingly gone into his arms - it means that for a second or two, they weren't there to defend their darling.

They too will get rid of the perpetrator the second they can. But it will be bloody and messy and cruel. They'll rip him apart right in front of you.

They aren't the type to comfort you. They're the type to hold you down and fuck you so hard that any bad memories are slammed right our of your mind. The type to stake their claim all over you - using their teeth and their tongue and their still bloody hands.

They're never going to let this happen again. Your body, your love, your consent - it all belongs to them and they sure as fuck don't share.

Characters: Cowboy, Pirate, Military Contractor, Desert Bandit and State Trooper.

[amanitacurses]

[ckret2]

Do you have any headcanon about why during the event of Weirdmageddon, the invisible barrier around Gravity Falls and the surrounding area created by the Natural Law of Weirdness Magnetism, had become a physical barrier that prevented Bill and the Henchmaniacs of leaving the town? And why a equation would be able to collapse the barrier?

Yeah, because they were too weird.

If somebody has like 1 Cuil worth of weirdness in their body, then the weirdness magnet would exert 1 Cuil worth of force dragging their body into town. ("What's a Cuil?" it's a unit of measurement we're appropriating because there AREN'T any IRL units to measure weirdness, just roll with it.) The weirdness of an irregularly shaped jelly bean is like, 0.1 Cuils; so 0.1 Cuils is a strong enough force to counteract the force of gravity on an object that weighs as much as a jelly bean. Ford's weirdness is like, .5 Cuils, so the force dragging him toward Gravity Falls is like,, the same as the amount of force that it would take to make 5 jellybeans roll uphill. Enough to feel a small tug but it's not gonna physically drag Ford into town.

Bill has trillions upon trillions of Cuils worth of weirdness in his body.

The force dragging him into town is like unto the force of a black hole, and the barrier is its event horizon. Bill ain't escaping that event horizon.

As long as Bill's in town, his weirdness is adding to the "mass" of weirdness in town dragging everybody in, so it's sucking like a black hole on everything. Ain't nobody escaping that event horizon.

People take "there's a simple equation to collapse the barrier" too literally.

If I told you "there's a simple equation to halve the amount of cookies this recipe produces," that doesn't mean "if you write a mathematical equation on a piece of paper, this will somehow cause half the cookies to disappear." It means "you take your recipe and its ingredients, you divide all the ingredient measurements by 2 (a simple equation!), and now the recipe will make half as many cookies."

An action (unknown) needs to be performed to collapse the barrier. There is an equation to calculate the (force, direction, weight, duration, wavelength, temperature, whatever) of the action, and maybe even to narrow down what kind of action it needs to be. Ford knows what that equation is.

[saradiation]

Part 1 of a Davekat Coffee Shop AU comic :)

[vaguely-concerned]

walking through lucanis' mind prison. the tam lin of it all

[project-sekai-facts]

What is your opinion on World Links from a gameplay perspective?

They definitely aren't polished. I think the idea of tiering for a specific character, as well as the more introspective stories is a nice idea. The cards having the alternate cuts is cool too but those could DEFINITELY use some work.

The event time just doesn't work at all though. Each chapter is like a constant end dash but when put together it's way too long and you feel drained by the end. Also the fact it shortens events either side doesn't do any favours. Tbh I don't know how they would fix this, but it doesn't work either.

I also think the cards could fare from a rerun since they're incredibly hard to get offrate. If they put them on this years dreampick that'd be neat.

[underhanded-lamb]

Could we have Sun and Moon wearing Cupid themed outfits since we're still in Valentine's Month?

TFW you spend weeks planning a Valentine's Day surprise but your dork-ass boyfriend activates his trap card (a garbage meme spray painted t-shirt)

I am so sorry for how late this response is 😔 the passage of time is a cruel mistress 🥲

(dramatization of me receiving this ask below the cut /j) :

[corviiids]

sparknotes for chapter 9 of as you like it because a very kind commenter asked for a breakdown and if theres one thing im good at it's breaking down

(spoilers for the fic obviously)

tihs chapter gave me so much trouble. i sat on it for so long i literally hated it by the time i posted it but im starting to forgive it now. it was, as ive said, originally way longer, and the next part of the fic was supposed to be the second half of this one... but it was starting to get absurd and i realised that neither part would have the weight i needed them to have if they were lumped in together. (with some relief, honestly, because i kind of had wanted them to be separate initially but didn't think they'd be long enough. i dont know myself very well.) anyway, the next chapter should be a bit of a doozy now although hopefully not SO absurdly long.

this chapter picks up where the previous cliff hung off, which is to say, after the 'shadow' akechi reveals that he's actually just the real ass guy. akechi in the palace what will he do. the chapter doesn't immediately kick off with ren's reaction though and that is because ren is the most repressed man alive and does not know how he feels about it.

so, akechi disguised himself to enter his palace, which is significant for a few reasons:

1. he's disguised as himself

which i think is ironic in a fun way, but it's also just a very basic nod to the fact that akechi pivots between which of his personae is his default. this isn't necessarily super meaningful, but he does later refer to the black mask suit as

a costume, instead of an outfit. i mean, don't read into it too much, he's just talking, but i did think that probably points to how he feels about his appearance generally.

2. more importantly, his disguise involves taking off his mask.

so he's disguised, yes, and he's disguised as himself, yes, but that disguise is a literal unmasking, which is also kind of ironic. in presenting himself this way he has literally and figuratively made himself vulnerable. they're inside his heart, and the entire time he's in the palace, he is exposed... again both literally and figuratively because he also starts sharing more with ren than he ever has. look, i just think it's fun to have a character who has so many layers that he has to lie so hard that he becomes himself again.

i only want to point this out because (this is also part of larger meta about mona lol) akechi knew about the metaverse, but there is no way to intuit the method of stealing hearts without guidance. it's such a specific and involved process. thje most akechi could work out on his own was that if you killed a shadow, that person would have a mental breakdown. no way to guess that if you send a calling card and then go in within the next 24 hours and take a physical manifestation of a thing that you didn't know existed (process) would lead to that person ahving a change of heart (result). so even if akechi had a palace and knew about it, even if he wanted to do something about it, he would have assumed there was nothing he could do about it - i also have no idea what the process would be for sending yourself a calling card, even if he DID know about the process. so basically in this fic akechi found his palace and just assumed that was it. he was like, fucked up lol. anyway

this just straight up isn't true HAHA so i put in the silly little dichotomy of akechi gently taking ren's arm to protect him from slipping on the ice while telling him that he lied about caring about him. i think in this chapter as akechi begins to openly explain more and more of his thought process, this is probably the first truly clear glimpse you get of exactly what akechi's distortion is and how deep it runs.

the things akechi says with total conviction in this chapter are just... not true, not a fair or founded way to view the world (or the art of performance haha), but he says them with total conviction, and hopefully it should show off how unreliable he is as a source of exposition. one commenter asked about this moment of akc's eyes going yellow and if it was somehting that happened in canon - not really, i was just thinking about those little moments in the game after you send a calling card where the game cuts from the person to their shadow to do a little oneliner about their distortion.

akechi's IN his own palace, so i thought it would be fun to kind of make it a physical thing that can happen to him where he sort of merges with his shadow for a brief second in the moments when the distortion is strongest.

OKAY this is one of my favourite bits of the chapter HAHA the deep soda lore. i dont expect anyone to remember all the way back to chapter 3 but:

literally nobody asked about this but i love the phantom thieves!!! i dream of all the little silly moments of being a team that they must have that we don't get to see in gameplay, for obvious reasons of it wouldn't really work in a game, but i can imagine them in my brain. i can imagine their trickshot contests that get their asses kicked. i can imagine them chanting at each other to chug while joker and oracle compete to down an entire bottle of brand neutral mountain dew baja blast. i can dream.

soda lore is gay.

i dont honestly think it's inherently a bad thing necessarily but this part does kind of set up like... you can see akechi very early on in life forming this worldview that the truth isn't always what you want, you know? this was a 'lie' he and his mother both bought into, they both knew what the truth actually was, so it wasn't real dishonesty, but they just had this little fantasy. i just thought it would be fun for akechi to have a way to bond with his mother and feel closer to her, and that way is by buying into this white lie. idk

akechi's mother isn't really a character and i don't want to form her into too much of one because i think it's very much the point that, like... he made this point in an earlier chapter but having lost her at a pretty young age i think it's quite crucial that akechi doesn't really have a fully formed image of who his mother is outside of what she was to him as a child. so i actively don't want her to feel too real or defined. im not interested in making an oc out of her because i think it defeats the purpose. that said, this line exists to maybe gesture very vaguely at the notion that akechi's mother was a very bright person who similarly was stuck in circumstances that didn't serve to foster her real potential. just the image in my mind of a person who's clever enough to get across algebraic notation in chess by flipping through a book in a few minutes, but was never exposed to the opportunity to learn chess until this moment in someone else's house, and also the particular situation of learning this skill WHILE at someone's place as a call girl, i dunno . i hope im treating this with the grace it deserves but i wanted to build just this particular image in vivid colour while also keeping the reality quite blurry and vague, just to give the reader a sense of where akechi came from while still preserving his limited pov.

my thoughts on the phantom thieves' methods (and how they compare to maruki) are definitely too long and involved to put into a post about this fic chapter specifically, but maybe one day. i also wanna stress im not like... strictly anti-phantom thief or anti-heartstealing lol but i do have thoughts about the philsophy of it and the thieves' hypocrisy WHATEVER that's not for this post. i bring this up only to crow about finding a way to bring up the experience machine (ie maruki's reality) in this fic without it being royal compliant and have it be... hoepfully... sufficiently relevant to the plot. wa hoo! the experience machine came up for the first time back in chapter 4 and im just delighted that i finally got to close that loop. by the way, that experiment is also called the lotus eater machine after the lotus eaters in the odyssey! i dunno that it's actively my favourite thought experiment but it's definitely up there and i think about it a lot.

TITLE DROP

i think i spoke once about what 'as you like it' means. it's obviously the name of the shakespeare play from where 'all the world's a stage' comes, but it has a couple more layers to it as well - akechi's palace is a place where he performs to what he believes other people want or need to see from him - so his appearance is as you like it. and his accusation of the thieves' heartstealing methods is that they twist a person's internal reality to suit their vision - that's the meaning he's taking here, claiming that joker is turning akechi into an unfamiliar new thing, as [joker] like[s] it. you get it.

this running joke of ren really hating vents wasn't something i planned but im attached to it now. prayer circle for his knees

ive basically given up on making sense of samerecarm, which is par for the course for any rpg or video game really where reduction to 0hp/revival are mechanics. like, im inclined to think 0hp is more equivalent to unconsciousness, because... well... otherwise it's pretty cold that they left akechi dead in the engine room without even looking for a way around the wall. lol. but one of mona's revival lines is 'being dead isnt easy!' or something like that, so i kind of just give up and assume it's video game logic you'r enot meant to look at too hard lol. the way i reconcile it for my purposes is to say it's a sort of metaverse-exclusive state of being which is not quite dead but sort of in a limbo state wher eyou can be brought back with specific revival magic, which i refer to as being down. that's uhhh, that's different from the battle status of down... which you get after being hit with a crit/technical/weak skill... look, don't think about it. joker in crow's arms.

this is literally meaningless i just wanted to include a cameo of my very favourite persona q2 battle theme.

[bearofohu]

even if we didnt get an OVA drop at haru's bday event the LETHAL amount of rinharu that went on is enough to sate me for another year. what do you mean the gift rin got haru for his birthday was "an accessory." like what the fuck kind of accessory do you get your "rival".. a heart charm bracelet that syncs up your omega heats?? holy fuckingg shit

and what do you MEAN haru spent the entire time in hungary with rin after they met again at the train tracks in FS2. what do you MEAN. what do you MEAN he went on shopping sprees and to restaurants with rin. like i know what u are

[literatebly]

Love the way you're running out of life (T+; 1,352)

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter

Read here on AO3

Part of DCC Holiday Exchange, written for the loveliest @bicholsdrarrysideblog 😚

Tags:

Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Angst, Creature Fic, Obsession, Light Stalking

Summary:

Potter smells of pure magic, and Draco is teetering on the edge of sanity

A lil snippet:

The Forbidden Forest. Stonehenge. Dragons and thestrals and the Whomping Willow.  That is what Potter smells like. Like frozen pine sap. Like heated metal. Like every phase of the moon.  And it calls to Draco — to his bones, to his blood, to his essence. The call is a million hooks pulling him apart, towards something that isn’t there — or is there, sometimes, when Draco is subjected to existing in the same space as Potter. The scent of him is almost corporeal, then, as it always is on the mornings after a full moon. 

[faytelumos]

Jason Todd

Give Me a Character

How I feel about Jason? I love him. He's my boy. He's a martyr. He's a cautionary tale. He's always been doomed since the day he was born. The very universe itself conspires against him because readers wanted him to die. So he dies. Again and again, in every universe, he dies, and he fights, and he tries to make the world a better place, and he wants to be kind, but he is doomed, always, every time, even when he comes back. It's tragic, and I hate what they've done to him, but without it, he wouldn't be the same person. He wouldn't be my blorbo.

JoyFire (Jason Todd x Roy Harper x Koriand'r) is my OTP for this guy. And I will say it out loud, I also enjoy JayTim and JayDick. I like JoyFire because it's like… the family you choose. Each of them has trauma about getting left behind in some sense. So they'll never leave each other. Even if Jason's a jerk sometimes, he will never, ever leave either of them hanging when it matters even a little. And they're the same for him. I like JayTim because Tim thinks Jason is so annoying, and Jason thinks Tim is so smart and capable, and so there's a little bit of pining in there? Especially in the opposite way one would expect by looking at them. But Tim knows that Jason's smart, and I kind of ignore a bunch of the ugliness that happened right around Under the Red Hood with them, to be honest. Not completely, but some of it. I think that Tim can admire Jason's ingenuity and persistence even when he's rolling his eyes at him, and I think that Jason thinks so highly of Tim, even when he refuses to ever say it out loud. And as for JayDick, maybe some of it is just me smashing my favorite dolls together. I freaking love Dick Grayson. Who doesn't? And I freaking love Jason, and they have a complicated relationship, but they love each other, whether you want it to be brotherly, friendly, or romantic. They love each other, and I'll take that in any flavor I can get it.

Non-romantic OTP is also Jason and Dick. You cannot tell me these two don't share the braincell when they're in a room together. But also, they can be hyper competent together. If they're both motivated and working together, they can do anything. Including building a heated roof pool out of cardboard, a carbon metallic alloy, and a "borrowed" shop vacuum.

(Also gotta mention that I adore father-son pair Bruce and Jason. The two of them are just so wonderful together, how Jason brings such joy into Bruce's life and Bruce just wants Jason to heal and realize his dreams, ah!)

Unpopular opinion about him? Willis was a good dad. [lifts a megaphone] Willis Todd was a good dad! He was a victim of a broken system and turned to crime because it was the only means he had to provide for his family! Any time he laid a hand on Jason or Catherine was still unjustified, but it was because Willis was a deeply frustrated and scared man who had no system or room to handle his negative emotions or feel accomplishment in his life! [puts down the megaphone] Domestic abuse is never okay, and that goes the same if a woman is the abuser. But Willis was not an asshole, he was a poverty-stricken petty criminal with the most minimal support system. He loved Jason, and he loved Catherine, and he tore himself up to do his best to provide for them all the way to the end. His story is a sad one, he was not the villain, and I hate it when people say Jason is better off without him and didn't mourn him or feel bad about his death.

There's a lot of things I wished hadn't happened to him in canon, but most of all, I hate what Zur En Arrh did to him.* It was absolutely terrible, and then the fact that nobody was left to give Jason any support at all after the fact because they were all chasing Zur really gets to me. The way that one panel just showed him trembling, so small, alone, asking anybody at all for help…. It breaks my heart. Because it's always like that for him. He ends up alone, on his own, because he's the black sheep and he's mad about it, and he defends people who others leave behind. And it breaks my heart in a way that actually very truly makes me sad. Because there are people who think he deserves it. Including the writers.

[peppymintdreams]

Singer AU barista (AU where his mom is alive and he pursues his dreams )Barista slipping into coma as they got into a car accident) elias shedding tears as he sees barista slowly slipping away from this world😬🤧

We all hail peppy in unison🤭

Until You Wake

Elias x Barista

It all happened so fast…what would’ve happened if he went with them

The morning was calm, but the air carried a subtle tension as [Insert Your Name finished gathering their things. This wasn’t their first high-profile event, and while they were accustomed to the routine, Elias wasn’t. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching as they adjusted their outfit in the mirror.

“I still don’t like this,” Elias muttered, his voice low and edged with concern.

Barista turned, offering him a reassuring smile. “Elias, it’s just a work thing. Plus, I’ll have security with me.

I’m telling you, it’s not a good idea for you to go alone,” Elias said, his voice sharp but tinged with concern. “Why can’t your boss just suck it up and let me come with you? It’s not like I’m gonna cause a scene.”

[Insert Your Name] sighed, slipping their phone into their pocket before turning to face him. “Because they’re worried about appearances. You showing up with me doesn’t exactly scream ‘professional,’ Elias. You know how they are.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps before stopping in front of them. “Yeah, well, appearances don’t mean jack if something happens to you. What if someone’s tailing you? Or worse?”

“Elias again my security is there, They’re driving me to and from the venue. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“You say that,” Elias said, running a hand through his hair, “but every time you step out of this safe house, it feels like you’re stepping into the lion’s den. Paparazzi, random fans, enemies I didn’t even know I had—they’re all out there. And you’re just…” His voice trailed off, frustration taking over.

[Insert Your Name] stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest. “I get it. I do. But I’ve got professionals looking out for me. I’ll be okay.”

Elias frowned, his jaw tightening. “I should go with you. I don’t care if it’s not ‘professional.’”

[Insert Your Name] sighed. “You being there will just make it worse. The press will twist it into something, and we both know how that ends. Besides, I need you here holding down the fort. Let me handle this.”

“You say that like I have a choice,” he said, his tone softening but still carrying an edge.

“Elias.” [Insert Your Name]’s voice softened, but their expression was firm. “It’s just a work thing. I’ll be back in a few hours, tops. I’ll take the backroads, avoid anything sketchy. You don’t need to worry so much.”

“You’re asking me not to worry? Seriously?” He gestured to the door. “Look at the world we live in. I can’t just sit back and hope for the best.”

[Insert Your Name] stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “I know you’re scared. I know you want to keep me safe, but you can’t follow me everywhere. I need to handle this on my own.”

Elias met their gaze, his jaw tightening. “I don’t like this.”

“I know,” they said, their voice gentle. “But I’ll text you when I get there, and I’ll call as soon as I’m on my way back, okay? Please, Elias. Trust me on this.”

Elias smirked faintly, though the worry in his eyes didn’t fade. “You’d better keep your word.”

“I will,” they assured him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, holding onto them as if letting go was the worst thing he could do.

The sleek black SUV pulled up outside the venue, and Barista stepped out with their security team flanking them. The air was buzzing with flashes and shouting voices as paparazzi swarmed the car like vultures.

“[Insert Your Name]! Over here!”

“Who’s the mystery boyfriend? Is he dangerous?”

“What about the rumors of gang ties?”

Barista kept their head high, their publicist’s words about maintaining composure echoing in their mind. The security team did their best to create a barrier, but the cameras pushed closer, and the crowd became more chaotic.

Inside the venue, the event went off without a hitch, but leaving proved to be a different story. The paparazzi had only grown in numbers, their shouts louder, their questions more invasive.

[Insert Your Name]’s driver weaved through the streets, trying to lose the trailing cars, but the photographers were relentless. Their security guard reassured them repeatedly, “We’ve got this under control,” but Barista’s knuckles whitened as they gripped the seatbelt.

The driver turned down a quieter road, hoping to lose the tail, but one car, trying to overtake them for a better shot, swerved too close. Tires screeched.

Everything happened in an instant—the jarring impact, the glass shattering, the sudden lurch of the car. Barista barely had time to process what was happening before everything went dark.

Elias had spent the evening pacing the safe house, his nerves growing with every passing hour. He’d texted twice and called once, but there was no response.

When the breaking news alert flashed on the TV, he almost didn’t look. But the name [Insert Your Name] caught his eye, and the image of their crumpled SUV made his blood run cold.

“...beloved singer [insert your name] has been involved in a fatal car accident while attempting to avoid paparazzi...”

“No.” The remote slipped from his hand, clattering onto the floor.

Elias’ body moved before his mind caught up. He grabbed his keys and bolted for the door, his vision blurred with panic and fury.

At the hospital, Elias stormed through the sterile halls, demanding answers from anyone who would listen. When he finally reached the ICU, the sight of Barista’s battered and unconscious form stole the breath from his lungs.

He sank into the chair beside them, his shaking hand brushing against theirs.

“I told you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I told you this would happen. Why didn’t I just go with you?”

Tears streamed down his face as he leaned closer, pressing his forehead to their hand. “You’re stronger than this. You have to be. Don’t you dare leave me. You hear me? Don’t you dare.”

Outside the room, a nurse quietly murmured to the doctor about the severity of Barista’s injuries, the faintest hint of regret in their tone.

And inside, Elias stayed, his world crumbling as he clung to the faint hope that the person he loved most could still come back to him.

Elias stood frozen in the sterile hospital room, his breath catching in his throat as he watched the faint rise and fall of Barista’s chest. The rhythmic beeping of the machines was his only tether to hope, the sole reminder that they were still alive, still fighting, though their body lay motionless in the hospital bed.

Bruises darkened their skin, bandages wrapped around their head and arms, and tubes connected to their fragile body. They looked so small, so vulnerable—a far cry from the vibrant person who always lit up his world with their teasing smile and infectious laughter.

The accident had happened so fast. One moment, they were talking about their event, playfully nudging him as they practiced their speech in the safe house, promising to be back by midnight. The next, their name was plastered across the TV screen, accompanied by the horrifying words, “Critical condition following a car accident.”

Paparazzi. The word churned in his head like bile. The reckless chase, the cameras, the desperation to capture every moment of [Insert Your Name]’s life without regard for their safety—it had all led to this.

Elias had been left behind at the safe house, just like they had insisted. Now, hours later, he was here, staring at the shattered aftermath.

The doctors had explained everything to him in a clinical tone he couldn’t stomach: "Severe head trauma," "internal bleeding," and "no guarantees." None of it made sense. None of it felt real. All he could do was sink into the chair by their bedside, clutching their hand like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

"Why’d I let you go alone?" Elias rasped, his voice breaking. His grip on their hand tightened, guilt and sorrow flooding his chest. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve stopped you. God, I should’ve…” He trailed off, the lump in his throat choking the words before they could escape.

Tears streaked down his face as he leaned closer, brushing his lips over their knuckles. “C’mon, babe. You’re stronger than this. You’ve gotta fight—fight for us.”

He swallowed hard, closing his eyes to push back the memories of their last conversation. They’d argued, a small spat about him hovering too much, being overprotective.

"Elias, I’m not a child! I can handle this. Security will be with me—everything’s fine."

"You don’t get it!" he’d snapped back. "These people don’t care about your safety, they care about selling a damn picture!"

Their argument had ended in apologies, a hug, and soft kisses that now felt too final.

“You were right,” Elias murmured, his voice barely audible. “I was overbearing, but… I just couldn’t lose you. Not you. I never thought this would happen.”

He stared at their pale face, imagining their vibrant eyes opening again, their voice cutting through the silence, teasing him like they always did. But the longer he sat there, the harder it was to fight the suffocating reality pressing down on him.

His mind wandered to the dreams they’d shared—escaping Stockton, leaving the shadows of his past behind. He’d dreamed of seeing them standing on the biggest stages, their voice captivating the world while he cheered them on from the wings.

“I was gonna give you the world,” Elias whispered, tears dripping onto their hand. “We had plans, remember? You and me. Away from all of this—away from all the danger and the lies. You promised me, babe. You said we’d make it.”

The room felt too quiet, the beeping of the monitors a cruel reminder of how close they were to losing it all.

Elias pressed his forehead to their hand, his shoulders shaking as sobs racked his body. “Please… don’t leave me,” he whispered. “I can’t do this without you. I can’t.”

He stayed like that for hours, his mind racing with memories of them singing off-key just to annoy him, dancing in their socks across the safe house floor, stealing his hoodies only to laugh when he pretended to be annoyed. They’d woven themselves into every corner of his life, and now the thought of losing them was more than he could bear.

When the first rays of morning light streamed through the hospital window, Elias hadn’t moved. His fingers were still laced with theirs, his heart aching in a way he hadn’t thought possible.

The door creaked open, and his mother stepped in quietly, her face somber as she rested a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t look up, couldn’t tear his eyes from Barista’s still form.

“She’s still here,” his mother said softly, her voice a fragile comfort.

Elias nodded, the movement stiff. “But for how long?” he asked, his voice breaking.

His mother knelt beside him, her other hand joining his atop Barista’s. “As long as you’re here, she knows you’re fighting for her. That matters, Elias. Don’t let her go without knowing how much she means to you.”

He didn’t need the reminder—he’d spent every moment telling them, whispering promises and confessions, hoping that somehow, some way, they’d hear him and come back.

Elias pressed another kiss to their knuckles, his tears falling freely now. “I’ll fight for you. For us. Just… come back to me, babe.”

And then he sat back, settling into the chair, refusing to leave their side. If they were still fighting, so was he.

[ninja-confession-go]

Offer: Transfemme Kai and transmasc Nya.

They swap clothes, imminently refer to each other with the pronouns they like, and all the ninja go along with it without question.

-=[🐟]=- (Yes this is Fish Anon, I forgot to tell you I changed my sign off the first time-)

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[donutcats]

omg please tell me you've posted your mooncovey from an outsider's perspective fic BECAUSE I NEED MORE OF IT OMG. IT'S SO GOOD HOLY SHIT- (if you haven't posted it yet though, could you tag me when you doooo?? I'm literally in love with the snippets you've posted already) THANK YOU <33

I haven't finished it yet! I'm still working on it, and as of now it has a word count of 6k and it doesn't even have a title yet asjdjfdjkfh

I'M HAVING A LOT OF FUN WRITING IT! I would post more snippets but I don't want to spoil too much :3c

also I can absolutely tag you whenever I make a tumblr post about it. I have a little list of people that have asked and you're name is going on it posthaste

[krems-chair]

Oh cool you're a gamer? Normally I'd claim such a chill and nebulous label for myself, but thanks to a helpful anon I now know instead that the proper term is "piece of shit"

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

looking at the dialogue i wrote up for the next comic strip and the sheer amount of sketches (sketches. not even the lineart itself) to go along with it........ at this point i may just have to start writing fanfiction. it would be a lot less tedious methinks