#I know they're trying but I can no longer have them on my dash without wanting to vomit

[sanguine-pigeon]

good lord I just had to block someone in the process of deradicalizing for promoting suicide

I know for a fact they're in the process and that it IS a process but...man.

How did we get to a point where we're deifying suicide.

There is a reason that it's not reported on and it's not because of an eeeeeevil zionist conspiracy to suppress #freepalestine, it's because it is known best practice to prevent suicide contagion and reporting on details is unethical journalism that gets people killed.

How did we get to a point where we have to fucking explain this to people?

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

can you PLEASEEEE do something with the idea of reader stealing/wearing katsukis clothes?? you’re the only one who i think will fully do this idea justice xx

pure fluff, reader is a thief, reader likes the way katsuki smells, roughhousing lol kinda ?? katsuki sorta tackles you, katsuki is a meanie, tickling, no pronouns mentioned in this one I don’t think ! lemme know if i missed sum else !!

a/n : hey so this has been sittin in my drafts for literal decades omg IM SO SORRY🙁🙁🙁🙁ALSO BTW TYSM FOR THINKIN I COULD DO UR ASK JUSTICE I WAS SO FLATTERED WHEN I READ THIS I WAS GIGGLING N SHIT🤭🤭i was always so excited for this ask but I literally never got around to doing it after my break n stuff, im slowly (and that’s suuuuper slowly im so sorry yall i suck) getting to all of your asks one at a time and im so grateful yall r still givin me the time of day honestly , so please be patient with me🤧💗💗💍 ! But anway enough dumping ! Anon if you’re still sticking around, i truly hope u enjoy this ! And ofc all of yall too ! much luv xxx!!

"you fuckin' thief.."

shit. you thought he'd be gone for longer.

lately, you’d been routinely sneaking into katsuki’s dorm room and nabbing some of his clothes. sweaters, hoodies, t-shirts : as long as they were in your reach, you’d grab them.

it's not your fault, really ! katsuki's clothes are so cosy and warm and they smell just like him. plus, they're perfect to snuggle in when he's busy, how could you not borrow them for a little while ?!

..except you can admit that you’ve been stalling..and a lot of his clothes were still in your room, but you still planned on giving them back..soon !

and you can’t even pretend, because you’re wearing on of his hoodies that had been missing for a good week now.

"katsuki, baby." you slowly lean away from his clothes drawer, your hand ready to snag a black hoodie of his slowly trailing towards the floor "i can explain."

"all my damn sweaters, my fuckin' hoodies. they all just vanished without a trace.." he starts, slowly stalking over to you. you squeak, slowing getting on your knees to prepare yourself should you have to break his ankles and sprint out of the room. he's fuming, eyebrows twitching "thought i was goin' crazy.."

"and all this time.."

"suki.." you try, voice wobbly as your knees shake with each step closer he gets.

"it's been fucking YOU ?!"

and he pounces.

with a squeal, you scramble and dash away just as he leaps for you and narrowly misses, he's got you cornered as you're on opossite sides of his bed while you beg for mercy and he keeps yelling at you to 'come here'. in a panick you grab one of his pillows and fling it at him.

it feels like the pillow slides down his face in slow motion to reveal a look so vile a demon appearing in front of you right now would scare you less

“you’re. so. dead.”

there’s really nowhere else for you to go. you’re truly cornered, you might as well just be buried right now. you think about the leftovers waiting for you in the fridge and how sero still hadn’t returned the manga he’d leant from you, but you’ve lived a pretty good life.

before your body can decide to move, katsuki leaps over to you tackling you and having you land straight onto his bed with a loud shriek.

frantically, you wave your hands around “wait, wait pleasepleasepleasepleasepleas-” but your begs of mercy are cut off when katsuki jams a finger into your side, causing you to yelp. he hovers over you with a mean smirk. and you know what’s coming.

“katsu—”

you don’t even get to finish before he jams his hands into your sides and mercilessly tickles you.

from an outsiders point of view? this is harmless. but your boyfriend is mean and the biggest asshole in the world because he knows all of your weak spots and the places he knows will have you shaking and gasping for breath. it felt like actually torture, really.

“thought you could get away with it, huh ?” he sneers, leaning down a bit more so he’s eye level with you “thought you could keep taking my shit and i’d just neeever find out, hm ? yeah ?”

“b-but i—ah ! didn’t—!” you gasp and squeal, choking on the sentences you can’t manage to push out of your throat as your eyes squeeze closed. you don’t have to see his face to know he’s enjoying this.

“you’re a fuckin’ thief.” he spits, backing up from you so you don’t headbutt him square in the nose from your thrashing. you’re response is nothing but a harsh gasp and he smirks wider.

you think he’s finally, finally taken pity on you when his fingers slow to a stop, but he glares down at you, hands still on either sides of you “say it.”

you can’t even catch your breath before he hurriedly pressed closer to your sides to scare you, you shriek “stop ! m’sorry !”

“not what i wanted you to say, try again.”

“you’re—” you take a breath “sucha”

his fingers graze your shirt and his eyes are wide, daring you to finish your sentence, you bring your hands up to try to hide his field of vision.

“OKAY ! okay, okay…” you slowly lower your hands away, finally dropping them at your sides with a sigh “m’ a thief…” you mumble in defeat, embarrassment creeping up on you not only from the fact that you got caught but that the blond above you clearly enjoyed your torture if the evil snickers you heard we’re any sign of that.

he hums in satisfaction “mhm, no good fuckin’ thief. should lock you up and throw away the key on your ass.” you hate how handsome he looks when he’s playful like this with you. your sides still hurt and your voice is croaky from how out of breath you were and for a moment you seriously thought you saw the pearly gates.

you pout, and all it does is make him smile wider.

your boyfriend is mean. and the biggest asshole in the entire fucking world.

“s’not my fault..your clothes are comfy.” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “and they smell good.”

he scoffs, leaning down closer towards you “that’s cus i fuckin’ wash them. and i haven’t been able to lately cus someone’s been stealing my entire closet.”

“i didn’t !”

“was boutta make me walk around naked, ya moron. all my clothes are gone.” you roll your eyes, he never lacked in the dramatics department.

“you’re such a drama queen.” you whine, sinking into his comforter. he ignores you and he presses your cheeks together with one hand, chuckling at your smooched cheeks and furrowed brows.

“stop stealing my stuff.” he announces slowly. he’s clear, no way you could’ve misunderstood him anyway. he sighs and presses a quick peck to your lips still pressed together

“if you want one of my sweaters r’something, jus’ come ask me. can give you one..or whatever.” he finishes, voice slightly muffled in embarrassment as he shoves his mouth against yours again and again making wet kissing sounds and you manage a giggle. he rolls his eyes, but a smile slowly crawls up his face anyway as he releases your cheeks. you let out a happy sigh, opening and closing your mouth to get rid of the slight soreness.

“take this shit off though.” he tugs at the hoodie you’re wearing “stinks. need to put it in the wash.”

“no it doesn’t !” you protest, pressing the color against your nose in an attempt to keep it close to you “it smells like you!” you pout. he doesn’t respond for a bit, opting to squint at you while the tips of his ears turned pink. and in a second his snatched the bottom of it and ripped it off of you, ripping a pathetic scream from you.

he examined his hoodie with an unreadable expression before his eyes land back on you for a second, then he slowly starts folding up his sweater “you trynna say i stink ?” he says lowly.

“no. i wouldn’t wear your clothes if they were nasty” you scrunch up your nose “you can take back the sweater in my room, though. the smell is starting to wear off.”

“gee, thanks for offering to give me my sweater back. weirdo” he glares, spitting his words out sarcastically and you giggle at his extra emphasis on his ownership of the hoodie which earns you a huff.

“ i’m grabbing all the shit you took from me, and they stay with me.” he starts warningly “but you can keep this, i guess..” he adds, patting on his now folded hoodie ready for a cleaning. you smile happily, running your socked feet into his blankets.

“ oh, but don’t forget to wear it first after you washed it, want it to smell like you. otherwise there’s no point.”

“you really are a fucking weirdo.” he spits, but the way his cheeks burn bright red say he’s not truly mad about it. you laugh, and katsuki grumbles. “hope you learned your lesson, freak.” he taunts. you hum in fake thought, then release a sigh.

“yeah, i guess i did.” you concede, and he nods proudly.

and sure, yeah, you’re boyfriend’s a big meanie. but you do a great job at riling him up.

“for now.”

[littlebitsalt]

Hello can i request yandere catboy x reader, so the yandere is reader's cat (in cat form) but in school yandere is also reader's classmates (in his human form (so he can change his form to cat and something perfect human even human with ears & tail)) so automatically the knew each other as classmate (they're not close in school) but reader didnt know that their classmate is their cat too, the yandere its so obsessed with reader inside school and house, but he more clingy when he in his cat form because he can get patted and cuddled with reader, but one day when they're cudding together the cat turn into human which make reader shocked, the reader keep trying to get rid of him even start to ignore him in school where he suddenly being clingy ans touchy, the rest of the story i let you continue (≡^∇^≡)

Yandere catboy x reader

Note: longest fic I've written It got longer than I expected 😙

Summary: you find out your cat is actually your classmate.

drawing of yandere catboy 1

drawing of yandere catboy 2

Your friend stopped walking as an orange cat came into view.

"Oh- There's a cat over there!"

Before you could react, your friend dashed over to the cat.

"Aww... so cute."

"Come on, let's go home."

You said, standing beside your friend who is taking pictures of the cat.

"Wait- she's purring. I need to take a photo of this."

You sigh. Your friend was obsessed with cats and never missed any chances to watch them, take pictures of them and touch them. She also took photos of this orange cat just outside the school gate everyday.

"I don't have anything to feed you today.. but I'll buy some tomorrow, okay? Bye, Chesse."

After one last pat, your friend stood up.

"That cat has a name?"

You asked.

"Of course she does! Everyone in school calls her Cheese. Her soft fur is just like cheese."

Your friend proceeded to show you pictures on her social media. You had no choice but to look at her social media that is filled with pictures of cats.

You didn't hate cats, but you weren't a fan of them either. You've taken a few pictures of cats in the past, but admiring cats all day was not that interesting to you.

After saying goodbye to your friend, you went to your home.

"Mom, I'm home."

You shouted loud enough for your mom to hear.

Your mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Hey mom- huh?"

You felt something cling to your leg. You immediately looked down to find a black and white cat.

"What is this?"

You said, confused. You tried to back away from the cat, but it was still clinging on to you. You turned to your mom to hear some kind of explanation.

"It's a cat from my office. I'm sure you've seen this cat a few times."

Your mom replied. Now that you think about it, you could remember this cat from a few days ago when you visited your mother's office.

"Is this cat the one staying at the back of your office building?"

"Yes it is! I made a simple bed for it to stay.. and I decided to just take it home-"

"What? Does dad know about this? What about my brother?"

"They seem pretty chill about it. Your brother liked the idea. You know the drawing he drew in his kindergarten? That kid likes cats."

"What if this cat already has an owner?"

"I checked it, and everyone around my office said this cat was alone for a few years. So it's fine, (y/n), don't worry."

"You could have asked if I'm fine though."

You looked back at the tuxedo cat. You didn't want to blame the cat, but getting a cat without your opinion was not the best feeling.

You patted the cat's head while it curled around your leg. This cat was acting like it's smart enough to comprehend your feelings. You felt the cat clinging to you more as you touched it.

"I'm sorry (y/n). I should've told you sooner, but I was busy. Plus, the person using the second floor starting next week is allergic to cat fur, so I had no choice to take the cat to home."

Your mom said. You nodded as a reply and looked at the cat again.

"Look, the cat likes you the most. That cat never warmed up to me like that. Why don't you name the cat, (y/n)?"

Your mother was true. You visited your mother's office a few times, and this cat only liked it when you touch it.

"I'm bad with names, and why don't you name it? It's you that brought it here anyway."

"Oh come on, (y/n). Don't be so harsh on the cat."

You ignored your mom and tried to go inside your room, but the black and white cat followed you inside your room without any presence.

"You really do like me.."

You murmured to yourself.

The cat still curled up to you between your legs. You had to pick up the cat and move it to your bed to unpack your school bag and change into comfortable clothes.

You crawled into your blankets and got your phone ready to watch videos before dinner. The black and white cat also crawled beside you, using your right arm as a pillow.

"Oh right.. I need to think of a name for you.."

You said as you scratched the cat.

"What about.. just Tux? That's pretty easy to pronounce."

You said as the cat digged into your chest.

"Do cats like their owners this much..?"

You mumbled.

"So Tux it is? Or do you want another name?"

Your cat ignored your mumbling and rubbed its face onto you.

"... okay then. Your name is Tux from now on."

Your cat, now named Tux, reacted to its new name, and it seemed quite pleased.

You spent time scrolling down social media with your cat beside you before your mother called for dinner. As you got up and walked to the kitchen, Tux followed you. At the kitchen, you found your little brother and your dad talking about their experience today in the playground.

"Where have you been?"

You asked your brother.

"In the playground with my friends... wait- that's the cat mom's talking about-!"

Your brother's attention darted to Tux immediately as he touched the cat. Tux didn't avoid the touch either.

"That cat's name is Tux. I named it."

You said, sitting on your chair and eating food your mom prepared.

"That's a.. intuitive name."

Your dad said, looking at Tux.

"... Anyways, why did you agree to raise a pet?"

You asked. Looking at your brother's wide smile, your dad answered,

"Didn't your mother tell you? Uh.. your brother likes cats, and why not?"

"... yeah whatever."

You ate dinner listening to your little brother talking about Tux. You felt good that your brother got a pet that he wanted. However, at the same time, you felt uncomfortable... having a pet all of a sudden. It felt like having a new family member without your permission.

You know that having a pet will feel like having a family member as time passes. Your friends told you about how their pets meant the world to them... But there was this uncomfortable feeling about Tux.

Maybe you were just mad about your family and wanted to leash your anger to Tux. You didn't know.

--

When you woke up the next day, you found Tux right beside you.

"How did you get in here..."

You went to sleep alone last night. You remembered that you closed the door before Tux gets in.

You shrugged it off since you had little time before you go to school. You walked around, brushing your hair and wearing your uniform.

"Where is it? Ugh.."

You mumbled as you searched for your earphones. You put them on last night, and the right one was missing.

"Hey- don't distract me."

You lifted up Tux from the bed sheets and searched to see if the bed sheets were covering your right earphone. You rummaged through your bed sheets but you couldn't find it. While you were busy lifting up bed sheets, Tux crawled under your bed.

"What are you doing?"

You also looked under the bed.

"Oh- You found it!"

Tux was playing with the right earphone you were desperately searching for. You grabbed your right earphone and put in the case as your cat tossed it to you.

You sighed in relief and looked at Tux.

"Thanks for your help... I would've died for boredom in school without your help."

You smiled at Tux and left your room, ready to go to school.

In your classroom, you talked about your new cat to your friend. As expected, your friend was excited about it, asking dozens of questions.

"How can you not have a picture of it?"

Your friend said.

"I didn't think of it. I'll send you a picture when I go back home."

Your friend rambled about how her mother would not allow her to have a pet. You listened to your friend quietly.

"Hey."

Someone poked your shoulder. You looked back to see who it was, and one of your classmates was standing right behind you.

"Huh?"

"You're sitting on my seat."

Your classmate said.

"Oh- sorry-!"

You stood up right after.

--

"Don't you think you and him have a lot of connections lately?"

Your friend said, eating a chocolate bar she bought in free time.

"Who are you talking about?"

"You sat in his seat in lunch time. How could you not remember?"

"Oh- are you talking about Blake?"

"Of course I am! Don't you think he likes you?"

You knew your friend loves setting people up and likes searching for possible couples, but this time, she's talking nonsense.

"I didn't even talk to him that much."

Your friend was eager to tell you what she has found.

"That's not the point- The important part is that he's constantly gazing at you during class. Also, how can you not notice that it's you he talks to!"

"He talks to plenty of people."

"Oh no, you're clueless. If you observe further, you'll definitely realize he only talks to certain people, or friends, and they all knew Blake even before highschool."

"How do you know that?"

"My eyes and ears are open."

"..."

Blake and you? That's such a confusing match.

"Your observations can't be the reason."

"See for yourself then. I'm sure. Blake has interest in you."

"..."

You didn't believe a word your friend said before Blake asked if he can join you on the way home.

It was awkward, walking with a classmate who you've barely talked to.  Blake was quiet, and you didn't know how to start a conversation.

"I thought you go home with your friends."

You said.

"Oh- I moved recently. It seemed like you go home this way too, so... I thought it could be great having another friend to go home with."

Blake said. You could see he was a bit nervous... but why?

Not much conversation went by, and you waved goodbye to Blake in front of your house. You went into your house, throwing your book bag onto the bed and taking off your jacket.

You looked around to see if Tux was around, but you couldn't find it anywhere. You went into every room in your house but Tux wasn't in any of them. You went back to your room, wondering where that sneaky cat hid himself. You were unpacking your bag when you noticed something jumping over the fence. You looked at it to realize that it was your cat that was jumping over the fence and into your home.

You quickly opened the window facing the garden Tux was walking across and let it in your room.

This was strange. The doors were all locked, and you went out of the front door in the morning, so there's no way for Tux to get out. Your mother took your little brother to kindergarten and your father went to work after you left for school.. but they wouldn't have left Tux leave the house.

"Do you get out of the house when no one is watching?"

You said, in a surprised tone.

Was this cat extra smart, or were you mistaken about all the doors being closed?

Tux didn't seem to care that it got out of the house when everyone was outside.

You were skeptical but decided to ignore it and kept on unpacking your bag and organizing your clothes.

After a few hours, your mom came home with your brother.

"We're going to have dinner after an hour when your dad comes back from work-"

Your mom said loudly enough for you to hear.

In your room, you were studying while Tux was watching. You studied until your mother called you to eat dinner.

Your little brother was talking about his day in kindergarten like always, and your mother was setting food plates on the table.

You ate quietly as your brother went on about how his friend and him played some kind of game.

"Mom, today a classmate wanted go home together with me. The funny thing is.."

You said to your mom when your brother cooled down.

"Are you listening?"

You asked your mom.

"Oh- I am listening. Go on."

"The funny thing is that.. I've never talked to him properly yet."

You went on.

"And I beat Anthony- so I got a prize-!"

Your words were blocked with your brother's babbling.

You sighed. Everytime your brother blocked your words, it felt so frustrating.

"Can't you wait when I'm talking?"

You would've heard what your brother needed to say, but this time, you felt like speaking up.

"What?"

Your brother looked at you.

"I mean.. I want to talk too."

"But-"

"Your brother is thrilled he got a present today in kindergarten. Let him talk, he's feeling good today."

Your dad said.

"I think he talked enough though."

"You talked a lot more when you were young too."

Your mother said, smiling.

You were annoyed. Why was she smiling?

Your family wouldn't listen to you, and it was so frustrating to you.

"I ate a lot, I'm going back to my room."

You said.

"You haven't eaten half of it, why?"

Your mother asked.

"My stomach hurts today."

You stood up and walked to your room. Tux follwed you.

--

You couldn't understand it. You wanted to talk about your new friend too. You wanted to talk about how Blake suggested to go home with you.

You turned to your cat that was cuddling you, covered in your bed sheet. You scratched its fur as it purred.

You noticed that Tux followed you everywhere in the house. You also noticed that Tux only cuddled with you. That actually felt heart warming.

Tux jumped off the bed and crawled to a shelf you collected all your goods like  small stuffed animals, and some figures you collected from before. It was usually goods from a few years ago.

"Is there something interesting?"

You looked at the shelf, confused.

"I don't see anything interesting... wait-"

The shelf was missing something.

Now you searched through all your goods to find there was a figure missing. And you also found some of your markers missing. You actually needed those markers for art class tomorrow.

The first thing that came up to your mind was your brother.

You thanked Tux and went out of your room, to the table where your family was eating dessert.

"Where's my figure and markers?"

You asked your mother.

"What do you mean by markers and a figure? The ones on your shelf?"

Your mother replied.

"Yes- where are they?"

"I gave it to your brother."

With your mother's answer, you went straight into your brother's room to find your figure on the corner of his shelf. You grabbed it and put it back on your shelf. Your mom watched with a confused expression.

But you couldn't find your marker still.

"Where's my marker?"

You asked your mother again. Your brother was quiet, staring at you now that he realized how irritated your voice was.

"Why?"

"I said multiple times that I needed my markers for my art project-"

You were shouting now.

"I gave it your brother because he had a drawing competition today, and your brother left it in kindergarten because it got damaged. You can draw with something else for your art project, right?"

Your mother said, annoyed too.

You tried to calm down, but this was too much. How can your whole family ignore your words?

"That's not the point here- why would you take my stuff without my permission?"

Your mother said nothing, but she was definitely baffled from your statement.

When your mother said nothing and your brother kept whining, you went into your room again, shutting the door roughly.

--

The next day, you were silent the whole time getting ready for school. You didn't have your marker, and you couldn't finish the art project how you wanted to because of that.

You walked to school with heavy footsteps.

Art class was after lunch, so you still had time to think about how to do your art project. But you didn't have good ideas on your mind. Also you have already done the sketch for the drawing, which makes it harder to think of other good ideas.

Time flew by fast and it was time for art. Unfortunately your friend didn't have markers, so she couldn't help you out.

The uneasy feeling went on. You had to decide whether to switch the concept of the drawing or find usable markers one way or another.

"You'll do good with or without markers..."

Your friend comforted you.

"Thanks..."

You decided to use watercolor the school had and walked over to the sink with a small yellow bucket.

"Hey."

You felt a poke on your shoulder.

It was Blake.

"Oh- hi."

".. I have markers.. if you want to use it."

"... wait- really?"

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

"Yeah.. you can take them and use it at your table. I use watercolor anyway."

"Thanks- you're a lifesaver."

Blake was a lifesaver, and that went on for a few weeks. He gave you stuff you really needed, which made your friend more invested in your relationship with Blake.

Your relationship with your family recovered a bit over a few weeks, but you were still in some kind of a cold war, and you were still angry at them. You didn't talk very much either, so it really didn't matter.

You went home with Blake a few times a week. Blake wasn't the funniest person to talk to, but Blake was sure a great listener. Just like Tux.

Blake listened to you, occasionally talking about how he thought. He was not like your family who ignored how your life was in school, and everytime Blake helped you out, you thought of your friend's words. Maybe your friend was an expert at reading people's feelings.

If Blake helped you out in school, Tux was your company in your home. When you went home alone, Tux was waiting for you behind the front door.

You felt uncomfortable around Tux at first, but now you warmed up to Tux. You spent all your days with Tux telling your worries and secrets that you wouldn't tell anyone.

Tux stayed right beside you curling its body into your arms.

Spending your time with Tux felt soothing, and you thought this would go on for sure.

However, despite your wish, it didn't last long.

It was Friday, and you walked home alone. You went home fast to see your cat waiting for you.

"I'm home-"

You shouted.

You didn't see your cat behind the front door, so you walked into your room to find your cat lying down on the bed.

It was unusual for you cat to be like this. Tux always tried to rub itself on you if it had the chance.

You sat beside Tux, worried if the cat is sick.

"Are you ok?"

You asked. You knew Tux won't understand what you're saying, but you wanted your cat to know you're worried by your tone.

You lay down on your bed with your school uniform on. There was no one in the house, so there was no one to scold you for not changing clothes.

You turned to your cat. Tux seemed to be struggling with something, and you didn't know why. You thought about calling your mom, but you knew she wouldn't answer when she's busy with some project of hers.

What if Tux needs to go to the hospital?

Several thoughts went by your head.

Tux was still in a bad state and you didn't know what to do.

You got your phone out and searched through the internet to find some clue after you messaged your father(hoping for him to message you back).

As you searched with your phone, you felt Tux slipping away.

Tux was slowly crawling away from you. It seemed he wanted to head out of your room.

"Hey, where are you going?"

You put one arm around your cat, confused.

"Do you need something? Where are you going all of a sudden?"

But your cat was desperate to get out.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

That was the moment you saw something so unbelievable.

With a blink of an eye, Tux was gone, replaced with a boy your age.

".... Blake?"

You couldn't believe what you just saw.

Tux was no where to be seen, and Blake, who said he was going home with his friends, was exactly in Tux's place, facing you.

Surprised and confused, you quicky removed your arm on Blake's body. Then you jumped out of bed before Blake could react.

"W.. wait-"

Blake grabbed your arm and yanked you back into the bed. You lost balance and fell back first to the bed while Blake grabbed your arms still.

"What the- what are you doing??"

You said as Blake's grip got stronger.

Blake was on top of you, facing you with his face red.

"I'll explain-"

You didn't want to believe it, but from the looks of it, Tux was actually Blake.

Blake's face came closer to yours, and you could hear Blake's heart beating fast.

You pushed off Blake and ran out of your room before Blake came any more closer. Blake followed you without hesitation, desperate to explain himself.

You maintained certain space between you as Blake tried to take a step closer to you.

"I can explain-"

Blake protested.

"Get out of my house.. I'll listen to your explanation later.."

"No- no- I didn't do anything wrong.. I just.. wanted to get closer and help you out."

"I messaged my dad and he'll come home soon. I'll tell him about you if you don't get out."

You said in a harsh tone. You wouldn't tell your dad that Tux is human, but you had to threaten Blake..

Blake's face clearly showed that he was not satisfied, but he left.

When your dad came home, you told him Tux was somehow escaped. Your little brother was upset. But you didn't care to notice him because Tux being Blake was the most important topic in your head for hours.

You've done some pretty embarrassing stuff in front of Blake in his cat form. You told him all your cringey moments, you showed him your true personality.. and you even changed clothes in front of his cat form. You basically showed every aspect of you.

You went to bed imagining how it will be meeting Blake in school again. You imagine yourself being awkward in front of Blake.

You hoped not, but the thought that Blake came to your house just to be beside you made you feel a bit frightened.

The whole situation was weird. Blake was weird. His actions only tell you that he's creepy.

--

Instead of confronting Blake, you avoided Blake in every was possible. You ran straight to home after school, hoping for Blake to lose sight of you.

"I'm home-"

You said. You find your mom sitting on the couch.

"(y/n)-! Tux came back!"

"..."

"Why, aren't you glad Tux came back without a scratch?"

"Can we just let him be a stray cat again?

You blurted out.

"How can you say that, (y/n)? We brought Tux here, so we have to take care of it."

"It was your choice- you brought him here- then don't let him in my room, okay?

"Why are you acting sensitive lately? Don't you think this is too much?"

You ignored your mother and walked back to your room. Blake tried to follow you, but you shut the door at his face.

Your mother noticed this right away. Irritated herself, she opened the door to your room and let the cat inside.

"Don't vent out your frustration on Tux, (y/n)."

With that, your mom closed the door and headed to the livingroom again.

You glared at the person pretending to be a stray cat. With the frustration that built up past few weeks, you couldn't stand someone deceiving you.

"Get out."

You said.

Blake was still in his cat form, standing still.

"Are you listening..?"

You said. Blake just stood there, staring at you.

"... I'll just go out then."

At that moment, Blake went back to his human form, grabbing your wrists.

"Don't go out."

Blake said.

"....why don't we cuddle like we always did?"

"Are you serious? Why would I-"

You tried to get his hand off your wrist, but he's grip only got stronger.

"You can't even force me out of your room."

"Can you at least let go of my wrist?"

"Oh-.."

Blake let go of your wrist, but he didn't move away from you.

Both you and Blake got quiet after. Your mother shouting from the livingroom broke the silence.

"Stay here."

You said, looking at Blake. Then you went to the livingroom.

"Why did you call me?"

You asked.

"Actually, I didn't buy eggs since I was busy with work. Can you buy them now? You didn't even change to comfortable clothes yet."

"I'm keeping the change."

"Okay. Just come back before I prepare dinner. Oh and we need something else too. I'll send you a list."

You got money from your mother and walked back to your room. Blake was waiting for you, sitting on your bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To buy groceries."

You looked away from Blake and picked up a bag to carry groceries.

--

You felt someone following you while you were walking to the supermarket.

You knew it was Blake.

"I know you're following me."

You said.

As expected, Blake came out of his cover. He was in his human form.

"I just wanted to see if.."

You ignored him and kept walking. Blake followed suit.

"I like you a lot.. I'm sure you know by now..."

You stayed silent. The whole situation was strange and you didn't quite process it.

"I actually liked you way before you knew me. I can move around more freely as a cat, you know?"

"..."

Blake held your hand and walked right beside you.

"It was hard for me to keep my distance from you in school... that's why I tried to be a stray cat. To get closer..."

"That's... uh..."

Blake suddenly wrapped his arms around you out of nowhere.

"What are you doing??"

You said, trying to push him away. Unfortunately Blake didn't budge. Instead he only got closer, which made your head spinning.

"What if someone sees us?? Stop-"

"Does that mean I can hug you in your room?"

"That's not what I meant.."

Blake laughed as you panicked and didn't know what to do.

"You should stop ignoring me in school. You liked Tux, why not treat me like it too?"

Blake said, holding your hand again.

"Uhm..."

Blake didn't do anything that would attract glances while buying groceries. He kept holding your hand, but he didn't do anything other than that.

You quickly bought the things your mother asked and went home with Blake. Blake transformed into Tux by the time you arrived home and everything went smoothly after that, like a normal day. Blake, in his cat form, watched you from afar as you ate dinner.

You went back inside your room and Blake quickly made his way inside before you could lock the door.

Blake changed back to his human self as soon as he closed the door to your room. Then he lead you to your bed, wrapping his arms from the back.

"I waited for this."

He said while digging into your neck.

"Hey- don't rub your face onto my neck-"

There was no use resisting because Blake had no intention of letting you go.

"I have to study. Let me go."

You said firmly.

"I know you don't study right away after dinner. Let's watch something together. Or we can just lay on bed together and sleep."

"What if my family finds out??"

"Then you should be quiet."

Blake smiled.

You were annoyed, but you kept quiet.

Blake pestered you so you couldn't do much of anything. It was soon late at night and all your family members went to sleep.

"I'm going to sleep."

You said, organizing your desk before bed.

"Really? Then we can sleep side by side. Cuddling each other."

"I'll get you bed sheets. You can sleep on the floor."

"What do you mean-"

"Or you can turn into a cat again."

"I- I'll turn into a cat."

Blake, in his cat form crawled beside you when you lay in bed, covered with blankets.

--

You heard the alarm and slowly opened your eyes to see Blake's face right in front of you. You screamed right that moment.

Your mother heard your scream and opened the door to check if anything's wrong.

"What's wrong here?"

Your mom asked.

You quickly hid Blake under your blankets, covering his face with your arms.

"Nothing- just a bad.. dream."

"Well, ok. Come eat breakfast in 10 minutes."

"Alright."

Your mom walked out of your room, still suspicious of your actions.

"What were you doing? We could've been caught-!"

You jumped up pushing Blake away.

"Are you going to change into your uniform?"

Blake asked, still lying down on the bed.

"What?"

"I mean.. uh..."

"..."

You grabbed your school uniform and changed your clothes in the bathroom.

--

"I can't believe you watched me all the time."

You said, leaving the house. Blake already prepared for school and waited for you at the front door.

"..."

"Aren't you hungry? You haven't ate since yesterday lunch."

"I go back to my house in night and stay there until it's time for you to wake up. I do regular things I missed at daytime."

"That explains why you're sleeping all day at school."

"Then will you let me sleep in your room with you? I want to beside you all day."

"All day? That's exhausting."

"It's not exhausting for me. I want to be beside you whether it's in school or home."

"I'll think about it.."

Blake held your hand.

"I know you'll accept it at some point."

Blake said with confidence.

Blake's words were oddly convincing to you.

He was beside you when you fought with your family and got upset. He listened to your words and helped you.

It's true that you liked Tux in your home, and Blake at school as well.

You like Blake's warm touch, but you'll have to think about Blake staying with you all day.

Part 2 here

[these-posts-arent-real]

(masterpost link)

Aaand we have returned to the madness on a larger scale! What are these cats up to...

#sighh #i know i've been away from dash sim posting for a while #was dealing with my last few days of school #but #that is Over Now #i can return to fulfilling everyone's need for Warrior Cats But Tumblr

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🐦 s3afow1s--sc0wl Follow

PLEASE stop talking about the most recent TTDV slates without spoilers, it hasn't made its rounds to ShadowClan yet and I don't want to know what's going to happen before I read it!!!!

#ttdv discussion #ttdv:rp #through the desert vast #ttdv: rattlesnake path #ttdv #through the desert vast: rattlesnake path #especially since i heard the newest slates have seafowl in them a lot #he's my specialest guy...

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🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow

I think the worst thing about no longer being a Clan cat is that a lot of the time I have no idea what y'all over there are talking about. What is TTDV?

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TTDV stands for Through the Desert Vast. It's a new slate series everyone's going bee-brained over... I haven't read it yet because I prefer for a series to be finished before reading, but I've heard good things. Queer rep within the first couple chapters of the first slate-set, a non-traditional setting and cast (a rogue group living in the desert), and complex characters... needless to say I'm excited for when it finishes and I can read it!

#it's been on my to-read list for a while #maybe this is a sign #it seems pretty cool #ttdv

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In honor of Through the Desert Vast becoming popular, I've decided to make a rock-dye project on all of the main characters. Today's character is... Seafowl!

Unfortunately I don't have the right paints to portray him accurately (I haven't been able to find any white herbs for his patches, but I'm still on the lookout!) but this is mostly accurate to how he is described in the slates.

🌠 nightshade-tast3s-yummy Follow

Pssst... @s3afow1s--sc0wl

#eeeek! seafowl! #i looove him so much... my precious boy... #art #ttdv #ttdv seafowl #thanks for the tag!

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Aahhhh I've finally gotten into TTDV and... NOBODY was gonna tellme that one of the characters is heavily implied to be transfem? Nobody thought I'd find this interesting????

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

SCRATCH THAT. IT'S CANON. PIT VIPER IS CANONICALLY TRANS.

🐚 hermitcrabfriend Follow

I had wondered if you were talking about Pit Viper when I saw this post a cople days ago! Apparently so ^w^ yeah, it's canon, gets confirmed in the second slate set.

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

This makes me wonder. Why is everyone on this site talking about Seafowl saying he gives "egg vibes" when we have. An actual confirmed trans character. Right here.

Nothing against Seafowl but the only vibe he gives off to me is traumatized.

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He's your typical prettyboy cishet protagonist type and everyone is pissed off that he's a side character rather than ttdv's ✨️specialest boy✨️. So they're trying to make him special by claiming he gives off trans vibes when he clearly does not and is happy as a tom.

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

#wait till op reads rattlesnake path

What do you mean by that-

#what do you MEAN by that— #im gonna need context #is this /pos or /neg #does something bad happen in rattlesnake path?? #help someone pls #through the desert vast #ttdv

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Im so fucking irritated... my mom wont let me read TTDV because it's "inApPrOpRiAtE." Which. Of course. Is because it has lgbtqia+ characters.

🥬 rxttencatmint

WONDEDFUL NEWS. MY MENTOR LET ME BORROW HIS COPY OF THE FIRST SET. AHHHHH!!!!! I GET TO READ IT!!

#YIPPEEEEE #òwó im so exCITED!!! #ive been wanting to read ttdv for a whileee #i love my mentor sm

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My unpopular opinion (TTDV:RP SPOILERS INCOMING)

Keep reading

#ttdv:rp #ttdv #rattlesnake path spoilers #ttdv spoilers #ttdv:rp spoilers #nothing against pit viper!!! #i like her as a character #i just dont get why we got a whole book explaining her backstory

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🐚 hermitcrabfriend Follow

I LOOOOVE RATTLESNAKE PATH SO MUCH. IVE JUST GOTTEN TO READ IT AND IM SO EXCITED. OMG.

Not only is it a whole set dedicated to my favorite character !!! like a dream come true!!! It ALSO contains good intersex rep (Ball Python my beloved!!!). Over all just a FANTASTIC set in a fantastic series.

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I'm... back?? I'M BACK ON CLANBLR!!!! WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO

#i thought i'd never get back #stuck on Tumblr...

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🍽 the-post-maker

I hope y'all enjoyed this insight into what the cats do when they get fandom-y... and if you want to discuss TtDV further... well, there's a server for that ;) now back to your regular dash

[softpine]

can i just word vomit for a min...

there was a point in late 2023 where i felt like i overstayed my welcome on simblr and i planned on just wrapping frozen pines up as quickly as possible and moving on. continuing to write when it's clear that the audience for it is dwindling felt so embarrassing that i almost didn't even want to put effort into it anymore, because i was afraid it just looked pathetic (obligatory disclaimer: no one made me feel this way, you're all so lovely, it's just the nature of seeing a community change over 7 years). writing already feels very personal to me and it's becoming increasingly harder for me to put my work out there (again, for reasons unrelated to simblr and entirely related to mental illness 🤙🏻). i know my story is so long that it deters new readers, and so sporadic that it makes old readers drop off with time. this has really been bothering me lately because i don't know what i can do to fix it. i don't think there IS anything i can do.

but. okay. don't make fun of me for saying this. dan and phil returning to youtube kinda changed my mindset? they may be pulling a fraction of the views they got in their peak, but they're happier than they've ever been and they're working on things they actually want to do, not things they think will be particularly popular. seeing that has made me realize that it is possible to keep finding joy in a community that has largely moved on without you. obviously my little blog is nowhere near the same scale, so this feels kind of silly, but i've been thinking about all the things i used to do on simblr that were never fun for me, i mainly did them because i knew they would get notes or because i felt like i had to do it. making cc, lookbooks, sim requests, reshade help (oh my god the reshade help), lot downloads, etc. they DID get notes, but i can't imagine spending my time doing any of that stuff ever again tbh.

on top of that, it makes me sad to scroll through my dash and realize that i don't recognize most of the people i see anymore. i still talk to some wonderful people here who i consider friends and that's invaluable to me (💖), but the broader community aspect is something i no longer feel a part of. and believe me, i know i'm at fault here because it's not like i'm going out of my way to talk to new people or participate in trends like i used to. i don't blame anyone except the passage of time!!

frozen pines, and simblr by extension, played such a gigantic part in my life when i needed it the most. and that's not to say that i don't still care about it, because i absolutely do, but it's a different kind of feeling. i've always promised that i would give frozen pines a satisfying conclusion rather than silently abandoning it someday, and though i do intend to keep that promise, i know it's possible that i might never get there. but i don't want to let my own insecurities get in the way of something i really enjoy doing. writing is an intrinsic piece of me that i'll never quit doing, but sharing my writing on tumblr is something that can't (and shouldn't) last forever. i know that. but i'm going to enjoy it to the fullest while we're all still here together 💞

to anyone who's still reading my silly story after all these years (especially those of you who still check in on my blog even though you're not on simblr anymore): thank you thank you thank you THANK YOUUU. you don't have to change a single thing about what you're doing. this is not me fishing for compliments or putting down an ultimatum, this is just me trying to make sense of my feelings.

but with all this being said, i've decided to quit simblr and start my own exclusive streaming service for $60 a year, i hope you'll all support me as i increase my production value 😌

(just kidding. ily. okay that's all)

[l0verseyes]

ultrakill oc fic? more likely than you think. V1 is back in 4-2 to access 4-S while Sinta and Charity meet for the first time :)

They hear it first before seeing it. Thundering explosions and ricocheting bullets. The screams of the damned and the holy alike. The rhythmic sliding of metal against the floor, followed by a quick jump. They've heard more than enough virtues splintering into glass underneath its vicious, mechanical grip, but they grapple for composure. They planned meticulously for this, they'll–

"Hey angel, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Charity would've let out an embarrassing squeak if they were capable of it. They dramatically swivel their entire body to face whatever it is that spoke, debating with themselves if they can risk summoning a beam of light right now without the blue machine going on a frenzy outside noticing (it most likely would). 

They meet face to face with a violet machine with a similar build to what they've come to known as "streetcleaners." It wore a shorter skirt and its chest is decorated with a pink, stylized heart. It has a pink antenna on top of their head. It crosses its mismatched arms, seemingly waiting for their response and Charity notes that it has a different weapon as well. It does not have an imposing flamethrower and ignition tank, but a smaller gun connected to a water tank. Logically then it should be a water gun but, why? In hell?

They must have taken longer than its patience afforded, as it began to walk towards the only entrance to the dim room. "Hmm. I don't know what I expected," it says to itself more than anything. Charity has never met a machine who vocalized and in turn has never known a way to communicate back. They fumble with their wings for a while before beaming their thoughts telepathically to the machine, similar to how they delivered the word of the Father to humans before.

"Be not afraid, machine. I was merely surprised. I did not know your kind is capable of vocalizing in any way. What did you mean by your advice?"

The machine stopped in its tracks, caught off guard. Charity felt satisfied to have surprised them as well. "Telepathic polyglots...," the machine mutters, before turning back to properly converse with the virtue, "I'm just saying you won't be able to beat V1 so you may as well not try. You are a cute little thing so, yeah."

Charity's feathers ruffle, "I am not little. In fact, you dwarf in comparison to my wingspan, machine." It holds up both its hands in a placating manner in response, moving to leave once again, "Yeah okay, whatever. I tried to be nice. Have fun with V1, bye!" They did not appreciate how nonchalant the machine was in their presence, but it was quick to leave. How strange. They did not ask for its advice. Why would Charity ask one from a mere object? How laughable. 

Before they can dwell further on their encounter a bright yellow light pierces through the dim room. Charity was late to notice that the cacophony outside has stopped and they're face to face with a different machine at the entrance. The blue one they have been eyeing since gracing the layer of Greed. Curiously, the machine was wet, dripping water where it's standing. Then, in the span of a single second, the machine dashed in, swung out its green arm’s mechanism to grab the moon torch at the back of the room, and reached behind its wings to arm itself with a menacing gun charged with electricity. Charity can barely call upon their holy light before–

...

The stars twinkle above Sinta as they lie comfortably on the cold, golden floor of the layer, her tank and water gun discarded beside her. She supposes this is what the night sky must have looked like on Earth before the war. Only ash, smoke, and soot clung to her memories. But here, the glittering night sky was beautiful. V1 has shown her a lot of beautiful things, she thinks with a sigh. The said robot has long descended the shaft that appeared under the moon after it did... whatever it is that led to the damned sun being replaced by this awe inspiring wonder. It was one of the rare instances where she just had to stop chasing her obsession to attend to other things. Distantly, it struck her that she was the only one left in the area to marvel at it. 

Wait... isn't that romantic? It's as if V1 has purposefully left her such a sight to behold like–

"Machine."

Sinta attempts to sit up with her elbows to look at the interruption. Apparently the pink virtue was still here, their glow dim amidst the darkness. "Angel," she mocks in reply before plopping back down to her previously comfortable position. Not alone then.

"I apologize for our earlier meeting. I now realize the foolishness of my pride. You were right that I was no match to this machine you call V1," the angel's voice offered their hasty apology in her mind, "Perhaps in my preparations to capture it, it had not crossed my mind that your advice was earnest. You were kind and I treated you coldly. It is unbecoming of me."

"Okay, calm down babe. I get it, you're a prideful bunch. I'm honestly surprised you followed my advice but hey, you didn't die! That's great, you can go back to heaven or something now," Sinta put both her hands behind her head, settling more into her position. Perhaps she can power down for a bit here. She can ask the area's terminal on V1's whereabouts later...

"I regret to inform you that I failed to follow your advice, machine. I am merely lucky I possess the capability to protect my core from its terrifying weapon imbibed with lightning." The angel is still here. However, what they confessed was significant enough for Sinta to look at them properly before replying, "You survived an electric rail cannon shot? I'm pretty sure that thing one-shot virtues! Not bad. I guess you're actually different because you're pink?"

The angel glowed brighter, their rosy hue shining through the night. "Yes, I suppose. You see, I was never assigned to this wretched place. I lived and served above in the heavens with most of my siblings. Virtues up in heaven are not as monotonous as the ones here who serve as wardens for sinners. After... a shocking revelation I decided to go here because I simply had no greater purpose there. Not anymore." 

Sinta hummed in acknowledgement. An angel without purpose? "That's funny, I guess I went through the same thing. On Earth instead of heaven. Say, is this what the night sky looked like on the planet? Before everything else?"

The angel's orb tilted upwards, looking at the sky as if only now realizing the difference from when they first came here. Their core held a shape similar to her chest decal–a heart. They seem to share a lot of things. 

"Yes. In the heavens too. Before everything else."

They share a moment underneath the stars before the angel settled on the ground in their own way. Their smaller wings are nearly touching the ground and they hold their greater wings closer to their core. "Why did you speak to me? I am curious. Angels do not take lightly to machines. If I were a bigger fool I could've harmed you. You do not belong in this place after all, it is not the Father's will." 

Sinta pretends to think for a moment, even if her processors already have the answer, "I don’t know. I guess pink is my favorite color." The virtue seems to mull over her answer, so Sinta looks back to the sky. She's made up her mind, she's going to have a nice nap here. The heat of Greed always took a toll on her and it’s not everyday she gets to enjoy this. She wonders what kind of mechanism V1 manipulated to get this and if she can even hope to recreate it.

"I do not know how to take your answer as, but nevertheless I am pleased and grateful. Thank you, machine. I wish to pay back your kindness," the virtue implores, "Is there anything I can do for you? What does a machine want?"

V1, her processors helply supply. "That's not necessary. It really was a spur of the moment. But I'd appreciate it if you dim your light so I can enjoy the night sky in peace." The angel complies wordlessly and immediately. "...Thanks."

"You are most welcome… Forgive me, do machines have names or designations?"

Sinta almost laughs. "Yes. Mine is Sinta. Do angels have names or designations?"

"We certainly do. I am Charity. Thank you Sinta, you are kind."

She briefly wonders how kind she has been exactly, but if an angel insists upon it she won't argue. Besides, it was about time she took her nap. "It was nice seeing you in Hell, Charity."

[mypoisonedvine]

I hate hate hate having to talk about this stuff because I know 98% of y'all are not the problem, and the remaining 2% are probably not going to care in the slightest. but I need to set some boundaries and explain why I'm getting frustrated before any more resentment builds.

I've been writing for cillian murphy characters since july 26 when I posted 'thoughtless', since then I've released well over one hundred thousand words of content for him. I'm not exaggerating, I counted. it's been five and a half weeks and I've posted 14 full-length one shots which means I'm posting more than twice a week. that's not even including drabbles/requests.

I'm getting concerned that this has set a precedent that people are holding me to and I'm getting annoyed by the entitlement in some of my asks and comments.

first things first, and I know nobody means anything bad by this but it's pissing me off: stop using the phrase "full smut" in your requests, it's driving me crazy. this started abruptly after I posted a bunch of drabbles in one sitting based on y'all's ideas and requests. I did that as a way to try out new ideas and appease people who hadn't had their concepts written about yet. instead of people being happy with what I wrote for them, people got frustrated that the drabbles were drabble-length and not thousands of words long like my full fics (which take me several days to write, rather than an hour or less which is the point of short requests). ever since, people won't stop coming into my inbox talking about making a "full smut" for a certain character or idea as if they're terrified that I'll only post something short. I usually don't post short things. I feel now like those drabbles were a colossal waste of time because all they did was make people afraid I wouldn't write longer stuff; I wanted to open requests again because I had fun, but now I feel like it's a bad idea because it'll just leave people frustrated when they see it's not whatever a "full smut" is and then tell me it's incomplete and I need to write more. a short drabble can very well be a complete story. stop asking for "full smut" PLEASE. just tell me what you're interested in reading and trust that, as the author, I will tell the story in the correct length of time.

secondly, the way people are asking for stories about new characters is getting out of control. I think you guys don't realize that I only post less than half of the asks I get, because they are so repetitive and constant. I have literally over 2000 unanswered asks currently. if I answered all the asks I received, I would lose followers because it clogs the dash and half of them are the same questions.

and I'm just gonna say this one explicitly: please stop asking me to write for cillian's character in the movie 'anna'. I'm not saying that I won't or that I don't want to. but I need you to understand that I get easily 3-5 asks a DAY about this character and I am exhausted. I'm not particularly interested in watching the movie. not only does it look like it's probably just not that good, but on a very personal note, I am in recovery for an eating disorder (and relapsed recently) and I just... don't wanna watch a movie with a runway model in the leading role right now. I'm sorry if that feels like body shaming or something but I've been waiting until I feel like I can watch it without feeling sick or enraged. it should come as a surprise to no one who is familiar with my work that I'm not a particularly mentally healthy person. but that's only part of it; I answered asks about this character for a while saying I wanted to write for him eventually, but I had to stop because people just asked about him every day anyways without reading my very recent posts with the same question. I'm still not ruling it out. I'm just warning you guys that it will be a while.

people are now commenting requests for new characters ON MY CURRENT FICS FOR UNRELATED CHARACTERS. how entitled and dense do you have to be to do that? I can't believe this has to be said, but comments on my fics should be... related to the content of the fic you're commenting on.

to be clear, I'm not mad at anyone for doing this stuff (except that last one, that's unforgivably ridiculous) because I think the intentions are pure. but now that I've explained why this stuff bothers me, I'm asking you to put a little more thought into how you phrase your questions and comments. to be clear: for the most part I feel incredibly supported and appreciated here and I've been very impressed by this fandom's ability to not be morality police and manage their own content consumption. a lot of you have reached out with concern about the speed at which I was producing and I totally understand and value that. I honestly think I can keep up that pace for a little while longer... I just wanted to explain why I'm getting a little irritated and hopefully decrease the amount of asks I get repeating the same two or three things.

so, tl;dr -- I've been having a lot of fun writing and I plan to keep doing it as much as I can. some people are spoiling the fun for everyone by being (usually unintentionally) entitled and impatient. I don't mind you guys showing enthusiasm for things you'd like to see from me, in fact it's helpful because it tells me what might get a good reception. but please be thoughtful in how you make these requests and please support what I've already written if you want to see more. I think non-writers have a hard time understanding how inspiration works (hell, even writers don't really understand it in ourselves lol) and so it kinda just seems like if I can write about one thing I can write about any thing. but I only write so much and so fast because I write what speaks to me and not other people's ideas. again, thank you so much for all the love and support this past month!!

p.s. I also get asks multiple times a day asking when I will post a fic, especially if I've announced it. I always post fics between 4 and 5 PM central US time. I would recommend calculating when that is for you and I promise you'll find me posting very reliably at this time on days I have fics announced. hopefully this saves us all some trouble in the future lmao

[after-the-end-times]

We'll always have (more than) Paris

Different Meeting Tedependent AU where Ted had planned a trip to Paris for him, Michelle, and Henry, but before he can tell her she hands him divorce papers.

But after so many months of researching places to go and things to do and food to eat he finds he still wants to go. So, he and Henry go to Paris without Michelle.

They're wandering toward the base of the Eiffel Tower when a little girl darts past him giggling and screeching that ear splitting high pitched happy screech kids that age can so easily hit.

A few moments later a harried looking man with amazingly white streaked hair trot-runs past him, trying to catch up to her without full out sprinting.

But Ted knows how toddlers can be when they're in that darting away phase and she's not going to stop until she's scooped up.

He also knows no parent actually wants to look like they can't get their child back without yelling or running, so he turns to Henry,

"Hey Henry, why don't run up past that little kid there? Get her to chase you and get her back to her dad, hm?"

Henry doesn't need to be told twice and takes off, dashing past the man and then the little girl.

Ted speeds up his walking pace to tap the man on the shoulder.

"Excuse me! Er- Excusez moi! Uh parlez um- inglese? My son's gonna bring her back, don't worry! Toddlers love nothing more than chasing big kids!"

Ted tries to make himself look as encouraging and friendly as possible in case the man doesn't understand him. The man had turned to look at Ted at his shoulder tap so Ted finally got to see that magnificent hair up close.

"Oh! Uh yes, thank you. Though he might have his work cut out for him, she hasn't been a very good listener today, I'm afraid," He looks back to the kids who are giggling and zig-zagging around the green, before turning back to Ted looking slightly bewildered, "And I'm sorry, was that supposed to be French earlier? I think there might've been some Spanish in there."

Ted huffs out a laugh and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, I tried to learn some French on that owl app before we came here, but three years of high school Spanish keeps slipping through instead," He nods toward Henry, "He's actually taken to it a lot quicker. Probably cause it's like it's just another game on his tablet."

He holds out his hand, "Ah right, Ted Lasso. That's Henry out there."

The man gives him a bemused look and takes it, "Trent Crimm. And she's Darcy"

"Well, nice to meet you Trent Crimm," He nods toward where Henry and Darcy have flopped down on the grass, breathing hard, "Looks like someone's been tuckered out."

"Well, thank you for that. Fortunately, our hotel isn't far and it's just about time for a nap," He starts toward the kids, before pausing and turning to Ted, "Have a good vacation Mr. Lasso. You should make sure to visit Musée d'Orsay, they have a little art scavenger hunt Henry might enjoy."

"Thanks for the tip. And please. Ted." He smiles at Trent.

"Ted." Trent holds his gaze a moment longer, a faint flush spreading across his cheeks, before glancing away. He turns and calls out, "Darcy! Come on! It's time to go!"

Henry and Darcy sit up and clamber to their feet. Darcy races over to Trent, slamming into his calves, "Daddy! Can Henry come picnic with us?"

"No darling, we're done picnicking for today. And I'm sure Henry's dad has plans for them."

"T'morrow?" She gazes up at Trent with glistening eyes.

Ted wouldn't wish those big crocodile tears on anyone, let alone his new friend.

"Well hey there, little Miss Darcy!" He bends down to address her where she's still wrapped around Trent's legs and she turns her eyes toward Ted, "You guys have been picnicking? That's fun! Henry and I love a good picnic! We'd love to join you sometime!"

He stands up to look at Trent, smiling gently at him "If that's alright with you?"

Trent blinks a couple times up at him, a slow smile over taking his face, "We'd love for you to join us." He pauses and breaths out a laugh as he glances away, "But tomorrow we actually have plans. To visit the Musée d'Orsay, in fact."

Ted smiles wide as he realizes, "Why Trent! And here I just heard a great recommendation for the Musée d'Orsay! And an art scavenger hunt, I believe?"

He glances over at where Henry's attempting to do cartwheels in the grass. Darcy notices as well and abandons Trent's legs to run over and start somersaulting alongside him.

Ted's smile softens as he tilts his head to the side and looks at Trent from under his lashes, "I'm almost sorry I messed up our "Accidentally running into each other for the second time" meet-cute, but at least now we can spend the whole time together! Then grab lunch afterwards? Besides, art scavenger hunts are much more fun with more people, everyone knows that."

Trent smiles up at Ted, "Well, if everyone knows that. Who am I to disagree?"

For a moment they gaze into each other's eyes, picturing the rest of their time in Paris; Visiting museums and tourist spots together, meeting at cafes for breakfast, finally making it to the top of the Eiffel Tower, ice cream along the Seine, Henry gaining a Darcy shadow, Ted and Trent spending their every moment learning about each other and falling in love faster than either thought was possible.

But for now, Ted and Henry walk Trent and Darcy back to their hotel for nap time. And as Ted looks at Henry skipping ahead of them while Darcy chatters on and he feels Trent's sliding his hand into his own, he suddenly knows they're going to have so much more than Paris

~fin~

post scripts: Before their flight, Ted got an email and was offered the Richmond coaching job, but hadn't thought much of it. He's definitely going to accept it now. Michelle always wanted to travel and move abroad, but Ted never wanted to leave Kansas. She studied abroad in London and would actually love the opportunity to move there with Henry and Ted (but not with Ted) Trent is overwhelmed when Ted tells him he was one of the deciding factors for Ted accepting the Richmond coaching position. He never imagined someone could ever love him so much they'd move across the ocean for him. It takes time, but he finally starts to believe it

[babiemunson]

i'll protect you

steve finds eddie regressed for the first time.

pairing: regressor!eddie munson x cg!steve harrington

cws: mention of the upside down (& demodogs and vecna)

words: 766

i was thinking - "age regression" wasn't really a well known term in the eighties. so i wanted to try and write how steve would realistically respond to coming over to eddie's trailer and finding him regressed.

—

the government is taking longer than expected to clear eddie's name. figures - they're useless.

as a result, eddie has been ordered to stay in the munsons' new trailer until everything can get figured out. he's in hiding, basically.

fun.

steve pities the guy, of course he does. so mid-may, after eddie's wounds have finally healed and he's resigned himself to being bored to death in his trailer 24/7, steve decides to surprise him with a movie.

there's no answer to steve's knock. but he and eddie have grown comfortable enough around each other by now so that he can just let himself in. he opens the door and slips inside.

"eddie?" he calls.

again, no answer. but steve's hearing isn't too good nowadays. he'll just have to wander the house until he finds eddie.

"eddie," he calls again, sing-song. "it's steve. i've got a movie and popcorn."

there's still no answer, but steve catches the faint sound of humming. he pinpoints it as coming from eddie's bedroom.

"eddie, you can't hide forever, man. i miss you - there's no way i'm leaving without at least seeing your face."

steve knocks on eddie's bedroom door. when there's still no answer, he lets himself in.

"....eddie?"

eddie looks up from where he's sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor. he's got his shirt collar in his mouth and he's chewing on it. "'teve?"

steve inches closer. when no demodogs or tentacles jump out at him, he gets down on his knees. "whaaat are you doing? what is this?" he tucks one of eddie's curls behind his ear. "are you okay? is this- is this an upside down thing?"

at the mention of the upside down, fear flashes across eddie's face. he throws himself backwards and shakes his head vehemently. his collar slips from his mouth. "no up-ide down," he cries, tears springing to his eyes. "safe? 'teve safe?"

"i'm safe, buddy." steve's eyebrows knit together. "the upside down's all gone, right? we're all safe. i just- i don't know what's up with you. are you good?"

eddie swallows hard. he shoves his thumb into his mouth and nods after a few seconds. "safe," he mumbles. "'m small."

"small," steve repeats. he looks down at what eddie had been coloring when he walked in - a bright red dragon, breathing fire at a forest. "okay. well, this certainly isn't, like, the weirdest thing i've ever seen, so. hey, you drew this?"

eddie nods again, scooting a bit closer. he takes his thumb out of his mouth. "'s you," he says. "look. 'teve."

steve follows where eddie's pointing. at the bottom of the page, there's a doodle of a knight in shining armor. he has great hair. "that's me?"

"uh huh." eddie grabs steve's hand and holds it tight. "fighting the dragon. gonna save everyone, like a hero."

"a hero," steve muses. his throat closes up; he clears it. "that's really sweet, eds."

he doesn't know where the nickname came from, but eddie lights up, and lets out the warmest giggle. "you saved me, 'teve."

well, if steve had any hopes of keeping from crying, they've just been dashed. he feels tears prick at his eyes and decides to just let them fall. eddie's in no space to judge right now. "course i saved you," he says softly. "i'll always save you."

small, he thinks again, giving eddie a once over. the guy isn't physically small, but... he's definitely not acting 20 years old.

"are you... small... a lot, eds?" steve squeezes eddie's hand.

"mhm," eddie says, and starts chewing on his shirt collar again. "have bad dreams. they make my head fuzzy and i go small." he picks up a green crayon and draws spiky grass beneath the knight's feet.

"okay. that's okay." steve slips the hair tie off of eddie's wrist and uses it to pull his hair back into a low ponytail. "hey, nothing's gonna hurt you. i'm- i'm the knight, remember? i won't let any scary dreams hurt you. i promise."

eddie looks up at him, doe eyes shiny. "you do?"

"yeah." steve gives him a misty smile. he's suddenly overcome with the urge to shield eddie from whatever dangers this world has to offer. "i'll protect you."

eddie surges forward and wraps steve in a bear hug. "tank you, 'teve," he murmurs against steve's chest.

steve feels tears trickle down his cheeks. he brings a hand up and pets the back of eddie's curls. "you're welcome, eds."

and he knows deep in his heart it's true. he won't let anything hurt eddie, ever again.

[msommers]

SFW 1, 8, 14 and NSFW 3 and 12 for the riya and maeve ship of your choice

so we're not gonna talk about how these were buried for a literal month or more in one of my google docs. we're gonna proceed w the funny idea that i was just That scared of ship exposure therapy and was shaking crying the entire time it took to post this (from memory i think i rolled and got lemmers on a maeve ship chart so uwu) // shipping headcanons

1) Who cooks?

RIYA/VICTOR — i struggle to see either of them anywhere near a kitchen if i'm being honest. that's a job for the people who are being paid to do it professionally, they're just here to enjoy the benefits of their efforts and pout if their favorite desserts don't happen to be there. 

MAEVE/ILYA — Maeve's banned from any kitchen ever, so it defaults to Ilya. he's ancient so i imagine he's had an obscene amount of practice, plus centuries worth of collected recipes that he'd love to spoil her with. 

8) Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t?

RIYA/VICTOR — both of them. Victor enjoyed the sport of it, meanwhile Riya prefers the lounging around and floating more. i'm sure he got his ass thunderwaved for frightening the life out of her when she was just trying to float around one afternoon lmao

MAEVE/ILYA — they both do but now thinking about it, i don't think Maeve knows how to swim all that well. she learned the very basics and that was enough for her as a girly that doesn't spend much time in the water, simply likes watching it.

14) Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

RIYA/VICTOR — we all know the answer is Riya because It’s Riya. she craves so much attention and constant confirmation of affection whether it be through physical touch, gifts, or lovey dovey chatting. also she highkey just expected him to do whatever she asked. which she was right about! he was beyond whipped!! but it's still a ridiculous thing to expect. 

MAEVE/ILYA — i wouldn't label either of them high maintenance tbh. Maeve’s matured a lot by the time they get together, she no longer desperately needs the attention and displays of affection/love that she once did. 

3) Any kinks they clash on?

RIYA/VICTOR — they’re mostly on the same page but i’m deciding in this moment that they clashed on blindfolds. Riya likes to play with them every now and then for some added fun with partners, but i think it’d be fun comedy if Victor was a brat about it. she’s having a great time but then he starts complaining about not being able to see her, and that’s a fun tease for about 2 minutes before the mood’s thoroughly dashed and now he’s got a bitchy girlfriend on his hands (for a single night, they’re gonna kiss tomorrow morning like nothing happened at all).

MAEVE/ILYA — these two match each other's freak on every level, they’re golden. if anything, i can see them clashing with their other partners?? they value open communication too much for anything to happen while actively having sex, but i'm sure they've had conversations with lovers where their reaction to the mention of certain play had them sharing a “not for this one then, noted” glance. 

12) How are their afterglows?

RIYA/VICTOR — changed over the years as a result of them committing to something more serious than their previous relationships, i think. at the start Riya would simply continue her habit of indulging in about 5 minutes of post-orgasm vibing before diving into her ridiculous 14 step bedtime routine, something she settled into after years of casual hook-ups with lovers that she expected to be gone or asleep by the time she exited her bath. Victor got to her in time, to where she'd be happy with his afterglow clinginess and instead expected to be locked down with cuddles and chats for at least half an hour before they'd part or sleep. it was usually during that period that they could approach more serious topics (a rare occurrence) without worrying whether either of them would try to deflect or reject them. 

MAEVE/ILYA — they're the ruling couple of aftercare + i imagine their lovemaking is almost always intense to a degree bc it's charged with such strong emotions on both sides (+ Ilya is just an intense sorta guy tbh), they need the long wind-down full of gentle kisses and quiet exchanges of love and affectionate touches to ride that wave. this is where he gets Maeve at her truly mushiest state. i mean she's always a romantic and never hesitates to share affection, but this is that next level nonsense where she can be doing shit like tearing up over how loved she feels while just laying there, delivering romantic speeches between kisses, telling him how much she wants to have his children, conceptualizing what else their future can hold, etc etc etc. she's never felt safer with anybody in her entire life and that security's at its peak after they've just indulged in some freaky shit lmao

[just-a-normal-regretter]

omg i would love to hear more about the Bystander “Odd-shot” AU! Would Yumi just be more a background character like Sissi or would she eventually make her way to the gang? And how would that affect William eventually joining the gang (if he ever did)? Also love that there would be some extra Odd/Ulrich scenes! Anything specific planned for those two?

Awww thank you for being my first ask haha ;-; (other people can ask away too I'm not gonna be bothered about it and I'll try to write back when I can lmao)

Recapping Bystander = "Kiwi isn't brought to Kadic AU"

I'm gonna use the "keep reading" so I don't flood people's dashes given I chat away a Lot at the basics. The way I see the background for "Bystander" developing is that:

Given no Kiwi, it's Odd annoying Ulrich that quickly reminds him of his promise to check on Jeremie later that day. Hence this is how he winds up finding Jeremie getting attacked by XANA and thus his involvement with this whole conflict begins.

Without a "guinea pig" to think of, Ulrich begrudgingly offers to test run the scanners. He never goes back to the dorms that night.

Yumi would still wind up with the gang given Jim hosting the Pencak Silat club. It still winds up letting Ulrich and Yumi interact more, and hence when the XANA attack of the day occurs again she still heads to Lyoko to help stop the AI for that day.

Sissi is an interesting case in this AU. Clearly she wouldn't find out about the supercomputer given Ulrich didn't go back to the dorms. Honestly I think her friction with the gang doesn't happen on the same level as canon. She'd still be jealous of Yumi hanging around Ulrich but there's no active reason for her to spitefully get the gang in trouble whenever they're mean to her because there's no general quarrel to begin with.

I think Ulrich and Sissi would still be friends rather than the group just using her -> her either forgetting about it thanks to a RTTP or it gets brushed off like canon usually does.

Odd's role in this story given he's not involved with fighting XANA would be more of a confidant for Ulrich. Ulrich has to put up with his new roommate. So it'll take a bit longer for them to bond compared to canon forcing their hand so they can be a decent team.

I think it'd be beginning of Season 2 where the gang throw in the towel and realize they need another member. William still is on the table given his new status and the fact that he's still, at the end of the day, very helpful. Odd is also brought up as a candidate due to convenience + longevity at the school.

Odd has grown on Ulrich throughout Season 1. Ulrich and Yumi have also went through their mini-arc re: their relationship in the S1 mesh. Ulrich came to terms with having feeling for Odd, although he's a bit conflicted given that Odd is a good friend + he's basically the one dragging him back down to reality instead of worrying about XANA and the supercomputer all the time.

Ulrich doesn't want to involve Odd because he doesn't want to let this normalcy go. He's the one to prevent Odd from getting on the team in S2, while William is given the "OK" given Yumi hasn't gotten to see the shenanigans/behavior William can exhibit in the small amount of time getting to know him.

Honestly interesting to think about how William grows in this AU without Ulrich/Yumi dragging him into a love triangle.

Thinking about the Odd/Ulrich ship in this AU is neat because it's Ulrich getting to hang out with someone that isn't involved in this mess. It's not just "ah shit school + XANA 24/7". Sure, Odd is annoying and it takes time for the boy to grow on Ulrich but I imagine having a unknowing confidant lets them still bond faster than the average roommates.

Moments like asking Odd for help getting Jeremie in trouble (Holiday in the Fog), stealing some phones back (Satellite), general soccer/football activity (Claustrophobia; Zero Gravity Zone) would be some soft moments for Ulrich. He's even scared half to death when hearing from Yumi that Odd went back into the building to save Milly and Tamiya (Just in Time). I'm not gonna prattle much on Amnesia/Killer Music either but those premises would likely go off here lmao (Amnesia especially since it'd lend credence to Odd's side of the ship a lot more in particular)

I think Routine would be the most interesting episode to use as a baseline in this AU. I wonder if Emily would even be involved again, or would it just be Ulrich goofing off with Odd and getting friction from Yumi because she's jealous that he's able to hang out with his peers.

I imagine being Lyoko Warriors having to worry about XANA all the time gets a little lonely. Not being able to tell anyone about this secret, struggling to remember what exactly has been said before that a RTTP has stripped away. Yumi can't exactly have a stable bond with her family at times, and Ulrich/Jeremie/Aelita aren't in her class either. Must be pretty lonely and honestly I would get why she'd be a bit peeved that Ulrich wanted to change the routine so bad which would leave her alone (as Jeremie is gonna be heavily focused on freeing Aelita so their troubles with the supercomputer are over).

Right speaking on Aelita. To wrap this up given this is so long haha, I'd like to imagine it's the combined efforts of Ulrich and Jeremie that convince Odd to play off Aelita as a cousin to the school. A well-intended lie and all that.

Once again thanks for the ask kind stranger!

[13eyond13]

Hii for the fandom ask game I'm shooting two of your questions right back at you because when you asked me them they made me immediately wonder about your answers, 23 and 25! Also: 1, 8, and 16!

omg thank you for so many asks!

23. The fandom you're curious about because of a mutual:

@stvlti posting on my dash about the new Scott Pilgrim anime got me curious enough to start watching it recently! I read those comics back in college and thought they were pretty great, as was the Edgar Wright movie. And the anime seems like a very good adaptation of it so far. Can't explain how funny it is as a Canadian to see Canada as the setting for an anime, either... I just feel like we have such a bland normie country to set things in, hahaha

I'm also getting very curious about a ton of different manga thanks to the recs I've received on my blog recently! (X)

25. A piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces:

HMMM.

I think the main thing I get people asking me about here sometimes is how to make more friends in the fandom, especially when you're new and don't know anybody. I think the main bits of advice I have on that front is:

(1) I SWEAR YOU AREN'T BEING SNUBBED/INTENTIONALLY IGNORED, YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST NOT ON OTHER PEOPLE'S RADARS AT ALL

So follow a bunch of other bloggers in that fandom and interact with their blogs first! Like their posts, send them polite/friendly asks looking for their takes (this is especially easy to do when people reblog ask memes), and be brave enough not to go on anon when you do it so they can see your lovely face and actually potentially make a connection with you! Most people LOVE getting asks and are flattered when somebody else asks for their thoughts. If you're genuine with your interest it shouldn't take long for other people to start taking interest in you back.

Which leads to my second point of:

(2) MAKE SURE YOU ACTUALLY ARE POSTING THINGS ON YOUR BLOG ON A SEMI-REGULAR BASIS! People will probably click on your blog once you start interacting with them, and they will most likely only follow you back if you actually have stuff on your blog that shows your interests/personality/the kinds of things they can expect you to be posting on their dash! You can easily stock up a bunch of posts into a queue if you're worried about spamming the dash or don't want to be online 24/7 too, so it will keep your blog active without you actually having to be there all the time.

ALSO DO NOT HAVE TOO MUCH SHAME TO LITERALLY ASK YOUR FOLLOWERS TO SEND YOU ASKS. Reblog fandom ask memes, it's a great way to give people a template of questions to bug you nicely with, and answering one ask often leads to receiving another ask!

(3) DO YOUR OWN THING WHETHER OR NOT ANYBODY IS CONSTANTLY PATTING YOU ON THE BACK. First and foremost I'm usually making myself laugh here on my blog and hoarding all of these posts for myself, so even when I'm not getting constant feedback from others I'm still having a good time and posting on the regular! I'm SUPER glad that other people get something out of it too, but I think when it comes to blogging you should treat your blog like your own personal little kingdom where you are making the rules, and other people can follow or unfollow as they please.

And finally:

(4) YOU WILL EVENTUALLY LOSE A FOLLOWER OR TWO, BUT SO DO I AND SO DOES EVERYBODY ELSE. Try not to obsessively check your follower count or to take it as a huge calamity if your count goes down instead of up once in a while! It WILL eventually go back up again, and you genuinely have no idea why it dropped most of the time (it probably wasn't anything majorly personal - maybe somebody just is no longer in your fandom, maybe Tumblr is clearing out some porn bots, maybe a follower is deactivating their blog - or maybe you DID post something that somebody didn't like, but that's ok, it's probably better if they aren't following you anymore anyways!) And you should ALSO block/unfollow people freely if they're really making your blogging experience uncomfortable - at the end of the day you don't really know them and they don't really know you, and you will both probably move on and forget about it not too far down the road.

1. List 3 positive things about your current fandom(s):

(1) Genuinely extremely chill and cozy, and almost always has been in my experience!

(2) People have the best sense of humour here. IDK I think I took it for granted that all fandoms were like that but anytime I venture into other ones I find myself being a bit disappointed that people just aren't as funny in general a lot of the time

(3) OMG thank you everybody for all the delicious fanfic and fanart, and for continuing to still make it steadily even in 2023

8. You hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc.):

I'm gonna advocate for a ship I don't even have a ton of personal investment in and say meronia! God, stop sleeping on this pairing already and/or acting like it's way more problematic than it actually is, you silly ancient fandom you (no, they are not basically related, they simply went to the same school in their childhood for a bit). These two definitely deserve to have their relationship a bit better explored!

16. A tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate:

Watari had an entire-ass family of his own, apparently!

Isn't that weird to think about? There is actually SO MUCH unanswered stuff about how his relationship with L actually was set up, especially if you are just going by the original manga serial and aren't using the one-shots or the anime or LABB novel to flesh out L's backstory or any Wammy's lore. And sometimes I think it might be neat to see people exploring it in totally different ways that would still be 100% plausible based on what little we know!

[ask meme]

[delopsia]

Del,

I loved the haunted house blurp! It had me thinking , would our trio do a corn maze? Who's the best navigator? Do Rhett and Bob fight at every turn to figure out which way to go? Bob knows his way around due to being a WSO but does that in the air training transfer to being on the ground too? Rhett probably knows directions pretty well but can be a stubborn mule. How long do you think it would take them to complete the maze? Do they stop for sneaky kisses?

I personally couldn't find my way out of a shoe box so I'd be no help lol.

Omg I forgot about corn mazes! I'm so sorry I took forever on this 😭

Events like corn mazes are the thing that truly set apart Rhett and Bob's differences. Rhett's better with the land, and he could probably navigate himself from New York to California with nothing but the sun and the moon to guide him. Bob is better with crops, can tell from a glance what bug has been nibbling on the leaves, if they've had too much water or not enough.

Surprisingly, they're horrible when it comes to the other's talent. Bob can't navigate (on the ground) to save his life, doesn't know where he's going or what the land may be trying to tell him, and Rhett can kill a plant just by looking at it. Flowers, succulents, hell, he's even killed a cactus.

So, when it comes to the mazes, Rhett is the navigator. All he needs is a quick glance at the map before you go in, and he's got it down. The exit faces the west, so you must continue trying to go, well, west! He knows his directions the best out of the three, but he likes to keep it to himself.

Bob and Reader have no damn clue where they're going or how far they've made it. Whereas Rhett can tell you which direction is north and south without batting an eye, Bob takes a little longer to figure it out from the ground. He's become a little too used to having a compass to rely on.

"This is west, right?" Bob chirps after a moment, wary blue eyes flicking up to meet with Rhett's. "...right?"

The wavering upturn of Rhett's lips is the biggest 'no' he's ever gotten in his life. "That's north, Bobby."

"So, which way is west?"

"Well, that's gonna cost you both a kiss."

Because Rhett, as stubborn as he is, has begun charging for his assistance, and the only currencies he accepts are kisses and something not appropriate for corn mazes. But he doesn't quite know what to do when Bob and Reader yank him down and pepper his flushed cheeks with as many kisses as they can give him.

And maybe it would have led to rushing out of the maze in a dash for the car, desperate to stumble in the front door in a tangled frenzy, leaving a trail of clothes that led to the bedroom, if Bob hadn't gotten distracted by a stalk of corn, afflicted by some sort of fungus.

"It's sick :("

And that's why it takes an hour to get through a thirty-minute maze.

[bookworm-center]

Hi my bro, saw your Grishaverse one shot request post!! Would like a Nikolai x reader 😍😍 could you make it one where:

Reader and Nikolai have been friends for many years and it’s blossomed into romance (but neither admits it). Reader is a talented assassin, who works as Ravka’s spy. She gets captured by Fjerdan druskelle in an attempt to get info from her about Ravka’s weaknesses. Nikolai’s army brings her back, and he visits her while she’s recuperating :).

Thanks! And all the best in your writing!

Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!Reader

Ravka's Injured Spy

In which the king of Ravka's best "friend" is captured and he does all he can to help.

Author's Note: Hi! Dude, you had such a good request, I'm just a super slow writer. I've been wanting to write a Nikolai oneshot! Hopefully I can get him right. I also made the reader a Tidemaker, for a little flair. Slight spoilers for KoS and RoW! This ended up being a really long oneshot... Working on my other Kaz request, sorry it's taking so long. 😓

Water drips down from the ceiling. The drops fall on the ground in succession. Y/n counts the minutes as they pass, ticking them off mentally.

The Fjerdans caught her. A little too late, of course, but they didn't know that she knew. She knew the secret to the Fjerdan army. And the secret to Nikolai's lineage. It had always been a rumor but now she knew the truth.

She twitches her fingers, wishing that her bindings would allow her to still use her powers. The water droplets waver mid-air, but come no closer. She wasn't that skilled of a Tidemaker. She could do the basic things like everyone else, but she hadn't studied past that. Her skills lied in other things.

Her rattled breath comes out in cold clouds, hands shivering. Saints, what she would give to be an Inferi. The room grows warmer, like her Saints actually heard and answered her pleas.

The door is slammed open, the shilloute of a figure illuminated in a glowing rim light. Zoya Nazyalensky, the famed General of Ravka. She had come to save her. "Saints. You look terrible." Zoya announces. Y/n had never been happier to hear her harsh voice.

"It's nice to see you too Zoya." Y/n mumbles through her freezing lips.

Something like the ghost of a smile glimpses over Zoya's face before disappearing. "Let's get you out of here."

Nikolai slams his fists down on the table. "What do you mean she isn't healed?"

Genya shrinks back a little. She'd never heard Nikolai be so defensive before, but his best friend was injured. "I'm doing my best Nikolai. We have our most talented Healers with her." She steels her voice and the sound of it makes Nikolai calm down slightly.

"I'm sorry." He hesitates. "Can I visit her?"

Genya nods. "Zoya's with her right now in her room."

As Nikolai approaches, there's a shriek from the room. It's full of pain and agony and Nikolai's heart nearly stops in his tracks. He dashes toward the door, as fast as he can that still looks like a friendly thing. The door is shut and locked, but it only takes a few raps on the wood for someone to open the door.

Zoya steps out, clutching a hand to her chest. There's a faint glimmer of tears on her cheeks, something he wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't scouring her face for any sign that his "friend" was still alive.

Another yell pierces the silence and that's when Nikolai manages the courage to speak. "How is she?" He's unused to his voice being so weak and frail but without his partner- the one person who knew everything he told her and even the things he hadn't- Nikolai isn't sure if he has the power to stay strong.

Just like that, Zoya's facade of harsh strength plasters itself back onto her face. "She's still alive. They're trying their best, but she hasn't woken up yet." Zoya pauses, studying Nikolai's expression, like she's not sure how much more bad information he can bear. "They aren't sure if she'll make it much longer."

Nikolai freezes, blood running cold. With that final statement, Zoya walks off and Nikolai rushes in. With a cordial bow the Healers step away, going to grab more supplies or maybe for Nikolai's privacy.

He holds Y/n's limp hand with his own. Her expression looks so calm and peaceful, Nikolai would have expected she was sleeping, if not for the blood seeping through the bandages around her. There were too many injuries: stitches sealing the smaller cuts, thick bandage around her arms and legs.

"I'm sorry," is the first thing he says. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry I sent you into danger, I'm sorry I couldn't-" his ramble breaks off into a sob. "I'm sorry I wasn't a good enough friend." It's the slightest bit of a lie; Y/n had never been just a friend to him, always a little more but not quite lovers. He hadn't had the confidence to tell her.

Y/n moves her fingers, stiffly, but still alive. "You don't have to be sorry." Her voice whispers. It's cracked and tired, but hers nonetheless. She blinks her eyes open and meets Nikolai's gaze. "It's my fault for being foolish." Nikolai doesn't know how to respond for once, so he doesn't.

That's when Y/n tells him the truth. Even when injured, she still serves Ravka, still serves her king. "You aren't the right heir to the throne."

"You don't need to tell me now. Rest first." Nikolai mumbles quietly.

Y/n shakes her head. "Let me finish. It doesn't matter if you aren't the rightful ruler."

"The people won't approve."

"Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn't matter to me. I will always care for you, whether you are the king of Ravka, Sturmhond the privateer, or just some person who history will forget. I will always care and I will always remember you."

Nikolai chuckles. "Well, you can't be the only one making dramatic speeches." Then his tone becomes more serious. "I will always be by your side as well. I know you are Grisha, and that means you will live longer, but as long as I am alive, know that I care." And I will love you from my grave, Nikolai wants to add, but doesn't. He wants to save his confession for when Y/n's healed.

[hvndredbattles]

name / pronouns?: squid! they/them

most active muse(s)?: richie is 110% hogging my muse right now.

rp pet peeves?: mmmm politely declining to answer this one. I'd like to think I'm sweet! But I'm also by default something of an irritable person; I try to ignore my pet peeves because I know they're often unreasonably petty and unkind of my brain.

years of experience?: since I was a wee'un! I was the kind of kid who ran around make-believing that I was a character in the Hardy Boys and stuff like that, and that and creative writing were my pipeline into written rp. I started on forums writing warri/or cat ocs, and it was a whole journey from there. I starting rping on tumblr in 2012.

fluff, angst, or smut?: I like all of them! Angst most of all. I had a period of time where I wasn't writing smut so much, but I'm swinging back into finding it fun to write more regularly. And fluff can be fun! Tho I tend to prefer fluff threads in established dynamics. I think it adds a lil extra depth to it for me.

plots or memes?: Both! I do like memes, though I find the threads have something of a tendency to peter out without any ooc discussion to direct it? Unless you've discussed some kind of dynamic prior to meme-ing back and forth? In which case I think the memes can carry themselves more. If that makes sense?

long or short replies?: I like both! My muse is very fickle, so I never make any promises either was as to which length of reply is more likely to get an answer faster. I try very hard to consistently craft replies I'm proud of; the length is less important to me. I tend toward longer replies when there's more plot behind the thread; otherwise, it's the whims of my muse.

time to write?: it used to be night time (like, 3 or 4 am) but now the best time i have to write is between classes, around noon, or while laying in bed at like, 7 or 8 am before i crash, some "nights".

are you like your muse(s)?: i would say harry is most like me! but i tend away from my own traits in writing characters, as a rule of thumb. it's more fun for me to write someone i don't have as much in common with.

tagged by: i stole it from dash (it's been going around today!) tagging: you!

[vivihar]

JSJDJDJJDJDJDJJ your entire premise on same age tomerus is so cute omg 💞💞💞 i love how clueless tom is about the entirety of his feelings for severus until he sees sev exploring his sexuality with someone else 😭😭😭 it particularly makes sense in my mind bcs to me, tom is autistic (in some degree), he seems like the kind of autistic person that imitates what is right and what seems to appease other people while not necessarily understanding it, he charmed people easily and adopted a perfect external image that he didn't try to use only on dumbledore bcs he knew who tom really was, so i do think it would take tom a little longer to realize his thinly veiled obsession with severus, the possessivity, the overwhelming need to do everything together, the codependency is actually romantic and not brotherly 🥲 it's cute bcs i think in this au sev is not that all that insecure and self-hating, but he still wouldn't be the first to make a first move and he's not an idiot and can see the effect tom has on people, that he's dashing and he's convinced tom can have whoever he wants and tom uses this to his advantage, but only wants severus. omg they're both capricorns i know tom would smile and be charming and then turn around and roll his eyes and shit-talk whoever he had to sweet-talk to, with severus. he would perpetually make this distinction of how he "secretly hates and can't stand everyone", even the ones that do nothing but praise him and adore him, and make severus feel special bcs he tells severus everything.

OH I HAVE THIS ENTIRE FIC IDEA that i don't know if i'll write, hopefully, but the way i see it i don't think tom would have a very passive reaction if severus was being bullied in front of him. like in my same age tomerus they did met at hogwarts and there was lily (i love complicating things for severus), but tom and lily's modus operandi are completely different. like tom is not going to have a yelling/scolding fit with either sirius or james. tom straight up sets either of them up for an accident or punish them painfully without neither realizing it's him behind it all 😭😭😭 like after swm (altered ofc in some aspects), days later james potter is sent to the infirmary with deep cuts around his genital zone that can't be healed with simple magic, so he has to get stitches, *real* stitches (which tom made deliberate and it's a nice touch for him bcs "that's what you get for trying to expose sev's privates", he thinks), and nobody knows who did this to him? like who managed without being seen without traceable hint of whose wand did it like there's no CLUE who can do this and get away with it. and it's a bit of a scandal at hogwarts, nobody suspects severus bcs tom planned it carefully and severus had witnesses about where he was studying at when james was getting attacked. and i can imagine sev and tom having a whole back and forth about it, like sev suspected tom immediately and tom wanted to play coy, denied for awhile, and then just caved and admitted he did it. sev is like "😟..." while tom is handing details, saying he could've murdered him very easily, but spared him! like "it's not a big deal, he deserves worse, i was mild about it". there's a silence in which sev is processing he's in love with a maniac, and tom is just seizing up sev's reaction, quietly asks if sev is going to tell anyone, and severus quickly responds that no, ofc he won't, how could he?! and it's a realization for them both. that severus is willing to cover tom up in anything, and tom realizes the same, allows himself to joke and gloat about how james had been turning around like an idiot yelling "who is doing it?" making severus laugh at last about the whole thing, and it's basically sev realizing he has a very insane bf who is willing to go to insane lengths for him but 🤷‍♀️

AND YES OMG i find it so sad that in the end v had to kill sev bcs in his own way it really felt like sev was the only person tom ever had real deferences for. he wasn't supposed to love and he didn't, but i think he must've liked severus in his own way. we're supposed to think he was super evil, but there's no mention of him painfully punishing severus, only thrusting him and not even shaming him for his feelings for lily, he ENJOYED killing james potter and then tried, tried to spare lily once, twice, thrice, more than one could expect. it's stated voldemort taught his DEs the dark magic he learnt, even wormtwil learnt from him, but i like to think too that he specially liked to teach severus, that to him severus was a natural (like himself), and among the obvious grooming (17-18 yo sev being lured by 51yo v?), among the things v must've said to entice severus to his side, surely he must've been honest with some arguments, in seeing talent and potential and there's so much of me in you, you just need the proper guidance. i just think their relationship is so interesting, same age or not, it's bound to have their lives intertwining someway or another. (english isn't my first language either btw, dw ☝️)

Thank youuuu😙💞

And omg autistic Tom?? I always would think about autistic Severus but omg this clicked something in my brain! Thank you so much 😭💞

Tom shows an act to everyone else but Severus is just the best trope ever. Not only does Severus feel special the best part is also Tom doesn't do it because he thinks it would make Sev happy he does that because Sev is the only person he could show his real personality and be comfortable with.

Also them talking shit together would be so epic. Both of them are observant people and they would see things the person themselves doesn't realize and they would just point it out after one and one 😭 they're so *squeezing them together*

Reading Tom talking sweetly with Severus is actually my therapy. Tom wouldn't realize his feelings but every time he says a word to Severus people around them who hear it would get so jealous because that's not the bored voice they always get from him. Severus is special to him and only Tom wouldn't be aware of it😭

I think the only time Severus wouldn't be like "they deserve someone better" is when he isn't with his father. Every au he's growing up with his father would end up damage to his thought about himself. But Tom would fix that easily 💞💞 (I sometimes think every time Severus refer something about himself as ugly Tom would kiss him there and scold him for it. Even before he realizes his feelings lmao he's so stupidly in love)

and OH MY GOD that fic idea is brilliant. I don't have personal hate (maybe a little) towards marauders but it's literally become a hobby to make V|Tom hurting them for Severus. The genital thing is brilliant, omg Tom I love you. And Lily! İt would be amazing Sev and Lils childhood friends and Tom being so jealous because of it hating her so deeply and he also would accuse her for not being good friend because she doesn't 'physically' stops marauders and Tom would whisper these words in Severus's ears until their friendship ends.

I also think Tom would make Sirius end up in front of Wolf!Remus and do some magic so he couldn't turn in his animagi form. He would watch Remus hurt him bad then get him out. If you ask me how he wouldn't be exposed well it's Tom riddle dear he's the genius don't ask me.

Sev would always choose Tom in this au. He could kill everyone and still be like '... İt's fucked up but he loves me awww' lmao both of them aren't really good. I like Tom being a crazy obsessed lover. He would cherish Severus and at the same time would plan the future of every person who hurt Sev and how to get rid of them. And Tom being 'it wasn't that serious' omg I love him😭 Severus would be his calm point but if someone hurt his lover well who told you that was a good idea?? I feel like he would try his best to hide things he does so it wouldn't disturb Sev but every time Sev just gets little angry and they later cuddle he feels so happy because Severus just loves him that much and he just stupid he would want to do it more so he could see Severus chose him over and over again.

Ugh I hope you would write it because this is perfect😩

"I regret it" he makes me sick. He did care about Severus and this again if he grew up with Merope everything would be so different it makes me sickkkkk. And he's just like me, I might have laugh a little👌🏽when James died.

I don't remember but I think flying magic isn't really dark magic (or is it I don't remember sorry) so V teaching others for war but Severus because he likes teaching Severus is just my fav HC.

He probably used all sweet lies with Severus to make him a devoted follower but Severus probably was one of the few he was the most honest with. They would talk because he enjoyed talking to someone smart like Severus and he taught him because Severus was natural. *Sigh* their relationship is one of the most interesting ones in the HP world. I didn't even care about HP, it has been years since I saw anything about it but for some reason I started to ship them and bum deep down in this dirt hole.

(and two non-english speakers writing masterpieces 🤝🏼 exaggerating but who cares Tomerus shippers only have us for now 😋)