#I literally don’t know what this is I’m half asleep and wrote it on my phone

[powerfulblob]

puts on my clown hat

behold, as requested: The Trans Franky Essay. Like most of this is still jot notes and I wrote this when half-asleep so like. I don’t know

Please don’t shoot me.

Section 0: Most importantly...

Due to the Somerton stuff, I really am trying my best not to plagarize.

Unlike TikTok user @theyboss._.franky, I’m not planning to talk about if he’s trans based on physical features, personality, etc.

I’m here to talk about the narrative in particular, and allegory.

also kudos to @punkitt-is-here

[ID: A screenshot of an X post by @punkittdev that reads “this is also partially why i am a franky one piece trans man truther” It features Franky, a cyborg with a shirt that reads “I HRT”.with a sun between the words “I” and “HRT” Franky is a tall man with tan skin and blue hair, and has part of his arms replaced with blue metal with a star at the end. end ID]

Section 1: Cyborgs are inherently trans

I’m literally just going to link The transgender cyborg: an inexhaustive primer because the article does a much better job than I can, but to summarize:

Trans people are not only cyborg-adjacent because of the transphobes who call us that, but primarily because we are used in the same way cyborgs are in text: As a talking point, a disruptive metaphor about humanity as a whole.

That brings us onto the next place...

Section 2: Cyborgs are extra trans in this case.

The reason why I latched onto this in the first place is this character’s backstory.

Franky, who eventually becomes the Straw Hat’s shipwright, starts as a joke character in the Water Seven Arc.

He’s a 40-ish year old man who runs around in a speedo and shoots lasers at people, making a living off of dismantling ships.

However, as more information is revealed, the story starts to humanize and give him a backstory.

quotes from Chapter 358:

“My body got wrecked and parts of it weren’t working anymore... So I transformed myself using scrap metal. It’s how I survived!” 

“Waste wood, scrap iron... I fit right in. First I’ve got to... ... Do something about this useless body of mine!” 

What do these have in common? Retrofitting the self, and rebuilding the body. I think there’s something trans there but IDK

Deadnames (partially joking here): As said by another character “Cutty Flam of Tom’s Workers is dead. As long as you don’t use that name... ... There’s nothing connecting us”  (for context, Franky was changing his name to evade government capture, but shhh let’s just pretend we’re talking about deadnames)

Actual Section 2: The Boats are trans now

speaking of the self as a construct...

I think it would be giving Oda too much credit for doing this on purpose.

But, he also accidentally created one of the best analogies I’ve ever heard for gender identity and against gender essentialism:

And of course, it has to be boats.

chapter 353: “Franky, there’s no such thing as blueprints for a pirate ship!! If the sailors who board that ship run up a skull-and-crossbones, then it’s a pirate ship. If they fly a seagull flag, it’s a navy ship. Build whatever you want to build, Franky.”

Like again: It’s the idea that there’s no instructions for a person, it’s what you decide to create out of oneself?

Alright. So, in terms of most manga, he actually does a rather good job. One Piece is primarily a series about misfits and outcasts: The series is goofy and over-the-top as a rule. So, one could argue the extreme way in which he portrays trans people up until the Wano arc is just a part of the series.

yeah idk

[moneymartin]

PLEASE PLEASE do a kate martin fic where the reader is her ex and they cannot stay away from each other. like “uh oh” by tate mcrae PLEASE

・❥・- favorite bad decision

summary: you see kate at a practice after the two of you split

warnings: nfsw mdni. 18+ as fawk! but the smut is kinda short sozzzz

rpf. don’t read it if you don’t feel comfortable

a/n: i’m negl all my kate fics are fluffy cause i cannot see myself writing smut. (but i try to deliver so this sucks cuz i got a lil uncomfy) 😭 also i’m sorry for lacking on my writing im so stressed w all these exams im taking and some family problems. this also might go off track cause i wrote this half asleep 😕 didn’t know how to end this one too

stars are the skips :)

it’s been 5 months. 5 stupid months since that relationship you refused to let go ended. you couldn’t believe it either when your girlfriend suddenly said “we need to breakup.”. she never told you why, despite the multiple calls and texts you sent when she left the morning after that were begging for her to come back or at least explain why she felt that way.

you felt like absolute shit.

it was a long relationship, your longest one too. it was the fact you believed it would last forever. you wished for it to last when you saw those repeated numbers and whenever a star dotted across the sky. you believed in those silly little things, but you only believed in them for this stupid 1.5 year period.

everything felt like it had been going your way during those times. you felt alive again after meeting kate. she was the definition of a literal ball of sunshine when it came to you. constantly bringing you to her basketball games, showing you off to her friends and teammates, introducing you to her family. things were great. the feeling was refreshing, especially after being in probably the worst relationship of your life.

a guy played you behind your back so many times and you were unable to figure out yourself. the second you did, you didn’t even know why or what to do. you struggled with school from the thought of never finding out what he thought was weird about you or why he even considered doing that in the first place. you treated him like he was the best boyfriend in the world!

then kate had dug you out of a hole you thought you’d never have the guts or the fucking courage to get out of.

“there’s nothing wrong with you trying to get your mind off of it y’know.” jada says. shes been helping you cope with this thing even though her and kate are the closest people ever. she’d never tell a single soul anything you always talk to her about. “coming to our last game in carver won’t be that bad!”

“yeah, not so bad until i see kate! you know how i feel about her, jades. it hurts.” you murmur and swipe the back of your hand against your face. there’s a painful feeling at the bottom of your stomach and it makes your skin crawl uncomfortably. “i’m not going and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind.”

jada’s face contorts into a half smile when she hears the way you talk about the whole shebang. she knows you that still can’t let it go, and she wishes so badly that you could let kate go. “right.” she breathes out and grinds her teeth together. “you don’t need to come.”

but you do anyways.

you sat there at court side awkwardly, watching the hawkeyes train before their final home game. you only saw caitlin, hannah, gabbie, syd, and kylie. jada was sitting next to you and cheering on her teammates. thankfully, you didn’t spot kate anywhere close or on the court at all.

until you fucking did.

kate walked in through the tunnel and dropped her gym bag on the floor, a loud thud echoing through the arena. she had her hair up in that same stupid braid, that same stupid smirk on her face, and that same stupid look in her eyes. you hated her so fucking much and you hated the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about her no matter how hard you tried to.

that churn in the stomach made you feel like you had level 1000 cramps, but it was just that feeling you got when you felt absolutely sick to the core. sick because you didn’t know what, or how to feel after seeing kate again. it was the shitty feeling of not knowing why she even chose to leave you in the first place. it was the feeling of frustration when you saw her smile again. the feeling of confusion rushing back to you. you felt like a small child getting yelled at when she broke up with you, it was when nothing made sense at all to you. when you didn’t get the answer you wanted after multiple tries of begging for it.

you didn’t understand it, and you still don’t.

“you alright?” jada snaps you out of whatever the hell you were thinking about and you jump slightly, eyes diverting away from kate. “yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” you huff and smile with your teeth out. your body starts to grow numb and you feel as if you can’t breathe as well as you normally would, which jada notices. she grabs your shoulders tightly and places her palm on the side of your face to move your head towards hers. she knows you’re staring at kate. “you’re not fine.”

thanks captain obvious.

“yeah, obviously not!!!” you blurt out way too loud. it makes everything and everyone around you stop. the sound of the balls dribbling against the floor and the continuous chatter around you just stops. everything is silent and you know that its because of you. your face flushes at the embarrassment you feel and you step off onto the court, walking towards the exit. the sound of footsteps follow you and you don’t even have the guts to turn around. it seriously feels like you’re about to get completely flamed for acting out at a clear statement about what you felt.

but it’s not jada. or caitlin. it’s fucking kate.

a wave of anger and bitterness rushes through you like no other, and you can’t tell whether to be upset or nervous about this little interaction. you still love kate and you know that. “you like to yell, huh?” she chuckles and pushes your shoulder lightly. when her hand touches you, you don’t move away and just let her do it.

“lighten up, will ya?” kate’s lips curl up into the damn smirk again and she looks at you with those eyes. the eyes that she knows you can’t say no to, the eyes that got you hooked in the first place. “i missed when you acted up like that, to be honest.”

you’ve missed her touch so badly, but you just can’t admit it.

there’s a lot of things you acknowledge in life. things that you know. you know whats right and wrong when it comes to decisions and when it comes to certain things like seeing people you know you aren’t supposed to.

but you know that this is right. it always has been.

promises are always broken too, and this was one you swore you’d never break. it was hard, especially because kate was the hottest fucking person on the planet. saying ‘no’ to her was practically impossible. she asked you to come over after the game and you happily complied. which was a horrible idea.

“you’re such a fuckin’… asshole.” you whine out and let out a bated breath. your body shivers when kate’s fingers run up and down underneath your shirt and when her breath hits your sopping core. she’s in between your legs and eating you out like a madwoman. your head falls back into her pillows, fingers gripping tight at the roots of her hair and the bedsheets on the side of your body. “am i?” she mumbles, sending vibrations through your body that you haven’t felt in months.

that feeling is so good. and you know it. you missed it when kate acted up too. seeing her all tough on the court made something reignite in your stomach again, and it exploded when you saw her in the locker rooms. you literally dragged her out of there while she was in the middle of a conversation with addi and into your car. you couldn’t even wait before your lips were eagerly on hers and her hands were roaming in all the right places.

“yeah, you are. you fucking bitch…..” your voice goes up an octave the moment kate licks a stripe up your pussy and starts leaving hickeys around your thighs and stomach. “i tried ignoring you when i saw you at the club last week. all i wanted to do was jump into your arms and kiss your face off.” you admit awkwardly and let out a quiet cry the moment your stomach turns into knots. you’re close and she can feel it, her head diving down again while you absentmindedly hump at her face.

“shit!” you whimper and prop your head up, watching kate lap up every last drop of your cum. “i got you, baby,” she breathes out heavily onto your stomach. her breath is warm and she presses her cheek up against it when she feels your legs shake. her thumb rubs your sides and she looks up at you, rising up slightly and keeping herself steady with her hands. yours grabbing at her shoulders. when she keeps herself up you can feel her arms bulging underneath her shirt and she leans in. “mmf.. that’s my girl.”

her tongue swirls around yours, making you taste yourself all the way before the moment turns over quickly. “mhm..” you hum and slide your hands down her arms to get a feel again. the second you pull away, kate’s eyes go from feral to soft. she leans back and searches around on her floor, picking up your undergarments and sliding them on for you. “it’s okay.” she smiles and moves her head towards you. kate rests her head on your chest, chin in between and her arms around your stomach while your fingers cup her face.

you’re never gonna be able to stop forgiving her if she keeps doing this to you. and you know it.

[bikananjarrus]

rebelcaptain week

day 6: mission

rating: t

word count: 845

note: i have not written for these two in literal years, but i was possessed by the spirit of one jyn erso and wrote this in one sitting at work earlier this week. and i think it turned out all right!

dedicated to all my beloved rebelcaptain mutuals 💜

(i will put this on ao3 at some point, but for now it’s just here)

***

“Mm, stay,” Jyn mumbled, half-asleep but quickly becoming more alert. Her hand caught Cassian’s wrist. It stopped him, but she didn’t pull hard enough to tug him back into bed like she wanted to. Because, despite her protests, she knew he had to go.

He twisted his hand to grasp her wrist back, thumb stroking along her forearm. He bent down and pressed a lingering kiss to her temple. “I want to,” he said, the syllables dragging a bit in a way that she knew he meant it. “But I have to go. Draven will have my ass if I’m late for deployment.”

“Screw Draven,” she grumbled. “I’ll kick his ass for making you leave this bed.”

Cassian chuckled, the sound still a little sleep-rough.

“Just five more minutes. Stay?”

What she really wanted to say was don’t leave. Don’t leave me.

This thing between them was still so new. Despite everything that had transpired 6, nearly 7, months ago getting the Death Star plans—this, this intimacy between them, was barely a month old. They’d both needed time to recover after Scarif. And Jyn needed extra time to realize that maybe, finally, she’d found somewhere safe. Somewhere where she could stay, where she was wanted. And not just by Cassian. But by Bodhi, by Chirrut and Baze, by other rebels on base.

On top of that, just after she’d dragged Cassian into her bunk for the first time a month ago, he’d been sent out on a Fulcrum mission. It hadn’t been a long one—five days max was the timeline. But on day two they’d lost contact with him, and Jyn had spent the remaining days sick to her stomach with worry.

She’d lashed out at Bodhi (and then promptly apologized when his brow furrowed in that way it did when he was upset). She’d nearly strangled Agent Kallus in the middle of his, well—brief briefing about Cassian’s mission, that ended with, “I can’t tell you more than that, Erso. It’s above your clearance level.”

Fucking clearance levels.

It’s what was keeping her from going on this mission with him now.

He’d returned from that last mission right on time, safe and sound. But this new mission would have him away for at least two weeks, maybe four. Maybe six. It was one of those where they wouldn’t really know how deep he would have to go until he got there. Wherever there was going to be.

Her clearance level prevented her from knowing that information too.

Like he knew all this swirling around in her head, Cassian relented, perching on the edge of the bed. He still had his hand clasped around hers.

“I’ll be careful, I promise.”

Not I’ll come back. Not I’ll be safe.

They both knew those promises weren’t guaranteed. But promising caution—so that, hopefully, he would come back to her—that was something he could do. Something that brought them both comfort.

Jyn nodded against the pillow. Then, shifting into a sitting position (she was awake now anyway, the worry spiking in her gut making her restless enough she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep). She let go of his hand long enough to reach for the chain around her neck.

“At least,” she said, pulling the kyber necklace over her head, “take this. I know you really shouldn’t, but…”

Cassian hesitated. She didn’t take offense—what had he just said about being careful? Anything—even something as seemingly trivial as a necklace—could tie him back to the Rebellion. And his dedication to the cause, to doing his job right, was just as strong as his attachment to her.

But she won out.

His palm opened and she poured the necklace into it.

She didn’t have Chirrut’s, or a true Jedi’s, level of belief in the Force. But she believed in it enough, believed in her mother’s promise, that she knew (hoped, rather; and what was stronger than hope?) that the kyber would keep him safe.

Cassian put the necklace on, touching the stone once where it rested just below his clavicle.

Glancing up at her in the dim of their quarters, he smiled softly. “Thank you.”

He couldn’t promise he’d return—that was the life they’d chosen.

But Jyn risked saying anyway, “I’m expecting you to bring that back to me.”

His smile grew. He leaned in and kissed her. His fingers brushing her jaw, Jyn sank into him, the kiss slow, lingering.

“Your five minutes are up,” he murmured as he pulled back, a wicked grin slanting across his face.

Jyn couldn’t help her own smile, even as she rolled her eyes. She gave his shoulder a light shove. “Okay, fine, fine. Go. Before I march down to ops and tell Draven you’re not going because I said so.”

With a fond laugh, he got up, grabbed his pack, and walked out without turning back. Jyn watched him go, long after the door had whooshed shut behind him.

Next time, she vowed. Next time she would be right there beside him.

[elementalalien27]

My MCR5 theory from like July when The Paper Kingdom leak happened

I wrote this when I was half asleep so PLEASE don’t take ANY of this seriously man this is the oddest thing I’ve ever wrote-

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I highlighted and bolded some key information for the fellow skimmers. Also I tried to fix my grammer 4 the most part in this post bcuz this is REAL important.

Firstly, this leak is all so random. I mean, Excalibur has been posting (and I quote;) “leaks” for years now, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually had the songs and kept it for himself or (ALLEGEDLY) sold them for money. But no source seems to claim that he actually had the full tracks.

Perhaps he just had those clips he posted to lead everyone on? I’m not too sure. But, if he were to upload the full track “Witch”, he would’ve surely done it under his name, judging by how self respecting this guy seems.

Sadly I didn’t find any info on this ATTAM guy yet, so I’m completely clueless there. My bad. If you know anything about this ATTAM figure (whom I remember hearing only a bit about) that may be important to this theory, plz message me and I'll update this or post something new.

The second thing I have is with the uploader, ReasonableRadish5791. That username is quirky; it’s as if Gerard came up with it. And it’s not like Gerard doesn’t know how to use Reddit, he’s used it multiple times over the past decade for QNA and all that razzmatazz.

And I know, you’re probably like “Asher, why the fuck are you accusing this random stranger on the internet to be Gerard??”, but hear me out.

After stalking their account (I’m sorry btw), I found out that this account was made on July 1st, which was three days before the leak. Isn’t that weird?? It seems like this whole account was made on a whim with the sole purpose of uploading this unreleased / deleted track somewhere it wouldn’t get copyrighted down.

That’s so incredibly odd.. the fact that they seem to know the lyrics too drives me insane. Also, the only other things they’ve done on this account (so far) was post like two things about Hesitant Alien's unseen merch maybe two or so days before they leaked the track, I don’t even know - but then how would they have those too?? They have to have at least SOME relation to Gerard.

That means whoever this person is, is trying to seem less suspicious by having posted two things before the big leak.

That leaves me to further believe that this is one of the members; most likely Frank or Gerard.

Frank because he’s a little gremlin, that dude is literally on the FBI watchlist for Christ’s sake. And Gerard because he confirmed knows how to use Reddit and that witty username, along with the Hesitant Alien posts. Or it could be Frank going undercover as Gerard? Or perhaps them together, knowing how Frank is (I’d assume) staying over at G’s as of right now? The possibilities are endless, as of right now.

The third this is that if it actually WAS some random dude on the internet who somehow managed to get this leak in this scenario, wouldn’t they’ve cleared all this suspicion up already?? You know, like “*so and so* gave me this link and I decided to make this account and upload it bcuz I find this very interesting and Warner is really keen on taking it down on every other sharing platform so Reddit is my final hope to share this neat thing I got my hands on with all you guys” or something like that? They could’ve just done that and as I said earlier, straight up cleared things up.

But they didn’t.

We don’t know this guy. That fact interests me the most. Who is behind that screen? How do they have this access? Who truly are they??? It’s driving me absolutely insane.

And lets say this little teenage piece of emo trash’s theory is somehow correct, what would be the purpose of this leak? This is a deleted album from over a decade ago that all the band members agreed to feeling uncomfortable with the topic, and came to terms of scrapping it for good. Why bring it up again? There’s only one knowledgeable explanation; MCR5.

The band wants - no, NEEDS - to catch our attention in some way, shape, or form. What better way is that then to randomly post songs that weren’t fortunate enough to see the light of day under a secret identity? It all makes sense if you think about it.

They will - and have - successfully catch our attention with those leaks, all as a plan to suddenly (when the time is right) release new songs and most importantly, the long awaited fifth album! And following my later 2 year theory, I wouldn’t be too surprised. Though, I’m honestly shocked that all this is happening, as nothing as big as this happened in 2023. I mean, I didn’t have Tumblr at the time so idk if I missed anything (I probably did but still), but I’m almost 100% certain that this is the biggest thing that happened in the MCRmy since Foundations, Cheerleader Gerard, WWWY 2024, and (I know this isn’t that important but it’s still important) the L.S. Dunes AI drama.

But back to MCR5, all what I know right now is that Mikey is in LA and so is Frank (I dunno about Ray since he’s very private on Social media and I didn’t check yet- 😭), Mikey liked one of Bex’s videos about MCR5 on Insta, Mikey is back in the studio, Frank is presumably chilling at G’s house, Rich G clearly knows something that we don’t, and so does the drummer (I forgot his name sorryyyyy-), Frankie’s fortune cookies post, and probably some more - it’s safe to say that something is definitely up; and my Emo Senses are tingling at an all time high. All of this is heightening my suspicion, it’s kinda starting to make sense in my head.

The fact that the band hasn't yet made a message responding to the situation yet is also oddly suspicious. I kid you not, this leak may actually go into MCR history, and (assuming it's a scandal that they had nothing to do with) they don't say anything?

They would've definitely said something if this wasn't their doing, judging by all the attention it's gathering online.

Now, I don’t really consider myself a full ass MCR CONSPIRACIST, I’m not pulling up the tinfoil hats or anything - and I don’t ever plan to since I’m just doing this bcuz I’m bored - but you have to be honest with me. Something is certainly fishy. Something is happening behind the scenes, and as the secretive and cryptic dorks they are, they’re not letting us know anything. It's up to the chosen Killjoys to crack the codes.

But reminder, I could also be wrong. That ReasonableRadish5791 character could actually be some random dude just chilling on the internet. I could just be overanalysing like the little autistic geek I am. But this seems all too related to be just some random instance.. all of Excalibur’s stuff has watermarks; how is it though that this one suddenly doesn’t? Again, all too coincidental and somewhat staged to be brushed off as some random leak..

If you’re still here, thank you for listening to this little emo teen currently on summer break rant about something as stupid as MCR5 at fucking 12am. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments or message me if you find out anything new.

Thank you :]

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Okay here it is 😭 I am a changed person I will take this down later plz don’t hold this against me

[sopiao]

i’ve had writers block for the longest fuckn time and i just thought if an idea that i think is cute :3 (i wrote this with the 141 + könig)

So, imagine having glasses, and losing them during a mission or breaking them in your sleep. So, now you have to go throughout the day, week, month, however long it takes to get fixed with out them.

Constantly squinting and having a permanent confused face when you can’t see the board that Price is mapping out the plan for the next mission.

“What happened to yer glasses?” Soap leans a little to the side, still trying to look like he’s still paying attention, he’s been thinking whether Price is bald or not for the past 20 minutes.

“They broke” You shrug, acting like you don’t really need it that much, but right now you could be declared legally blind with how much your vision sucks right now.

“What— How?” Facing you now, not caring whether he looks like he cares about the briefing or not.

“I.. br-mmm” You mumble, too embarrassed to tell him how it broke.

“Huh?”

“I bro-mmmm, sleep”

“Wut?”

“I broke it in my sleep” Everyone gets up now that Price’s done. Mumbling quietly so no one else hears, although now you brought more attention to yourself with how Soap can barely contain his snickering.

“I can try to fix em for you” He follows you to your barracks where you pull them out of a drawer. Literally snapped in half, one lense has a crack across it, and one of the arms is broken off. It’s all in three pieces.

Soap is literally shaking, clenching his fist as he tries not to burst out laughing. Literally his vision goes as blurry as yours as he tries not to let any of his tears slip.

“H— H—How.. did this.. happen?” He gets cut off every time by his own wheezing, having to suck in to keep himself together. Looking at how broken your glasses are, it’s like you were twisting like an alligator in your sleep.

—

“What, the fuck, are you doing?” Ghost walks into your room to see you face down in a book, at first he through you passed out asleep until he saw you move your face across the page to see the next sentence.

“I don’t have my glasses” Seeing your 3 pieces of glasses by your desk, he has to take a deep breath to compose himself and shut the door to keep himself from laughing in front of you.

—

“WHAT THE FUCK” You yell, storming into the common room for the fifth time, more pissed this time as you stomp around, looking around, under, and in everything you can.

Huffing as you finally give up and sit on the couch next to Gaz and Soao who’s slouched on a bean bag. Seeing your obvious outburst, Gaz sets down his comic book on his lap.

“You okay, buddy?” He asked, laying his arm behind you on the edge of the couch. Trying to console you like a child.

“I lost my notebook again, I wasted an hour of my free time trying to look for it” You slink in further into the couch, arms crossed, blowing a piece of hair out of your face that still ends up landing on your nose.

“Oh..” Gaz said, looking between you and the very obvious bright red notebook on the table that’s literally right in front of you.

“I- I’m sure it’ll turn up” He shrugs, not knowing whether he should point it out or just let you figure it out.

“You think it’s just gonna show up out of the blue—“ You sit up, immediately cutting yourself off.

“WHAT THE—“ (hopefully y’all got the reference)

—

Ghost and Price both perk up and look at you when you knock and poke your head through the crack of the door.

“Have you guys seen König anywhere?” They both look at you, each other, then at König who’s literally right behind you. He’s holding a finger to his lips, to tell them to not tell you. They look back at each other then shake their head at you.

“Damn.. Thanks anyway” Standing in the hallway with your hands on you hips as you bite on your bottom lip.

He’s been following you for the last 15 minutes doing this. You asked Soap about him when you were in the kitchen, König was standing beside you. Following you around the base the entire time you searched for him.

Asking newer recruits where he was, they played along as well. Too intimidating by the man behind you to deny his request to keep quiet.

—

“Here. I fixed it for you” Price hands you a cloth which had your glasses wrapped in. It made your heart warm that he took time out of his work to fix it for you.

Unwrapping the white handkerchief. Your glasses are being held together by white medical tape. Surprisingly sturdy. Putting them on your face, you feel reborn now that you can actually see.

“These actually suck. But thank you” Smiling up at him, thankful that he actually did something to help. You started doing little favors for him for a couple weeks to try and repay him :3

[justabigassnerd]

hey y’all I just wanted to try something out so I wrote this little Ethan Hunt x daughter!reader fic on the car journey I was on earlier to just practice & explore their dynamic/characterisation.

this was inspired by this tiktok & was furthered by talking to @horseslovers2016 & @maverick-wingman

1k words

Warnings - mentions of kidnappings & death/murder

“Dad, you really need to take a nap.” Ethan looked up from where he was intently staring out the window of the safe house to where you were watching him with folded arms and a raised eyebrow.

“A nap? What am I, three?” Ethan retorts with a light scoff, returning his gaze to the hustle and bustle that was happening outside the window. Sometimes he longed to be like the people outside, ignorant to the IMF and their missions, living their happy lives with no worries.

“You hardly sleep through the night. You’ve been doing nothing but stare out the window since we got her despite the fact you’ve got no orders. You’re almost willing something to happen. You need rest if you want to stay on top form.” You say, crossing to the window and leaning against the wall as you watch him carefully.

“y/n, if I’m asleep and something happens-”

“Dad, you literally made sure I have Benji and Luther on speed dial. Hell, I have Ilsa and half the IMF on my phone if I need to contact someone. I just want you to get some rest. It’s been quiet since we got here we should take advantage of it.” You say softly, your eyes giving away the worry you had for your dad. You knew your dad was on edge, the last mission had taken a lot out of him, a lot of them did and you wished he’d use the time you had now to rest rather than worrying about something else happening. Ethan turns his head to look over at you, softening when he sees the worry in your eyes.

“y/n/n, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me. It’s my job to worry about you. Not the other way round.” He says, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder and squeezing it softly.

“These missions are exhausting you more and more dad. You need to rest. Just for an hour or so. I’ll call Benji and he can keep watch with me while you rest.” You say, eyes pleading as you look up at your dad. Ethan lets out a soft exhale through his nose at your insistence. You were too stubborn for your own good. Too much like him.

“I’ll rest. I won’t sleep but I will rest.” Ethan attempts to bargain, watching as you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“You will sleep because you need it. You’re going to go in your room and get in that bed while I call Benji. If you’re not in there by the time Benji picks up I’m asking him to bring a damn sedative.” You say firmly, folding your arms once more as Ethan lets out a soft chuckle.

“You really are my kid aren’t you?” He says fondly with a gentle shake of the head.

“Absolutely I am. Now get into bed.” You order, making Ethan hold his hands up in mock surrender as he crosses to the door to his room.

“You know I’m the parent here, right?” He says with a laugh as you roll your eyes, pulling your phone out of your pocket and dialling Benji’s number as Ethan disappears into his room. After calling Benji, you put your phone away and cross to your dad’s bedroom door, carefully opening it and pausing when you see Ethan sat up in bed, studying a newspaper for any hints for something that could lead to a mission.

“Dad, I swear you have one job right now and it’s to get some sleep and not think about whatever your next mission could be.” You scold, taking the newspaper from his hand, folding it up and placing it out of his reach.

“Come on, it won’t kill me to be updated on what’s going on.” Ethan argues, stopping himself from saying any more when you gave him the death glare he’s almost certain you inherited from him.

“I know you have nightmares. I know sleep isn’t something that comes easy to you. But is there anything I can do to help?” You say softly, perching yourself on the edge of his bed before your eyes light up with an idea, quickly kicking your shoes off and curling up into your dads side.

“What’s this?” Ethan asks with a chuckle, wrapping his arms around you as you curl up.

“I remember when I was little, I wouldn’t be able to sleep unless I was with you. Maybe I can help you the way you helped me.” You say, eyes slipping closed as you felt Ethan press a kiss to the top of your head. It took you a matter of minutes to find sleep, your slow and soft breaths bringing a smile to Ethan’s face as he felt a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever wash over him as he allows his tired eyes to close, sleep claiming him almost instantly.

“y/n?” Benji calls softly through the small safe house as he enters, concerned when he receives no response nor seeing any evidence you were in. Benji immediately had every worst case scenario running through his head. If you were missing, Ethan would kill him, revive him to help him find you and then kill him again. Benji crosses to Ethan’s bedroom door, hoping if Ethan’s in, he’ll get some answers. Benji stops in his tracks after carefully opening the door and being greeted with the sight of you curled up in your dad’s arms, both of you fast asleep with the faintest of smiles gracing your faces. With his mind now at rest, Benji carefully closes the door and returns to the small table in the middle of the main room, sitting down at the table and putting his laptop on the table and opening it up to keep himself occupied. As he unlocks his laptop his eyes flick down to his bag and he lets out a soft chuckle.

“Guess I didn’t need the sedative.”

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

would u tell me a bit about some svsss thoughts, au‘s ideas or wips of yours?(<- half way through a 9 hour train/bus journey & really bored) please?🥺

i could tell u about my tgirl-sqq/sy au that i’m never gonna write, cuz i genuinely don’t enjoy writing? or maybe show u a picture of my sisters newborn (cutest baby u have ever seen)

omg PLEASE tell me ur thoughts on tgirl sqq I love trans sqq (any direction but esp transfem it's so special to me)

let'sss see, I have a lot of wip and au thoughts at the moment as I nervously procrastinate several important projects 😅

I had a cold earlier this week so I wrote half of a fluffy fic inflicting my cold onto SQQ:

“Liu-shidi is out at the moment,” Shen Qingqiu said, an awful rasp to his voice that Luo Binghe hated.  “Surely Shizun can call him back?” Luo Binghe pleaded.  “For what?” Shen Qingqiu asked, waving a sleeve. “A small cold? This master has managed worse. He’ll return when he returns, and until then it's not so bad.”  “But Shizun–” Luo Binghe tried to object, but Shen Qingqiu gave him a stern look that caused Luo Binghe to fold at once. He redoubled his efforts of looking sad and concerned and despondent as a quick countermeasure, and Shen Qingqiu sighed.  “It’s not so bad,” he repeated. “This master can still perform his duties just fine. Most likely it will pass before Liu Qingge even returns.”

outside of that, i have been on a major qijiu brainrot kick (i have a 8k fic for them i should be posting as soon as i decide if it needs a stronger dose of sqq or not + decide how to end it (sob)), and also reading a ton of disciple days/canon timeline bingqiu and having big feelings about how much i love them. ive also been returning to my unhorny women and gender studies liu qingge omegaverse fic that i am always contemplating but never actually writing, in which liu qingge is a not-like-other-girls omega in PIDW omegaverse and tries to marry shen qingqiu due to fantasy comp het

besides that, here are some concepts ive jotted down in my notes app this week loll:

dragon!YQY hoarding peak lords

this is literally all i have written down for this but i want it to be something SO BAD. save me dragon yqy. dragon yqy save me

Yue Qingyuan is cursed into an endless sleep The other peak lords call on Shen Qingqiu to enter his mind and wake him up as the person closest to him, only... SQQ actually barely knows this guy! He and Binghe take a dream journey through YQY's subconscious and eventually find that SJ is haunting him and eating his power which is keeping him asleep. They must either banish him ORRR.... Sun and Moon Dew mushroom time

i dont think ill write this so if anyone else does....... please take this idea and run w it haha

Sy transmigrated into the little palace Mistress??? Ahhh...

i THINK this came after reading stiltonbasket's SY!QWY fic, because i was thinking about the old palace master being a huge creep and shen yuan dealing with that from inside huan hua palace. i really see shen yuan going on a journey of gender discovery (his own gender AND the perils of misogyny that he never understood as a cis internet man(he thought he was cis at least)) and political intrigue as he tries to get to the heart of whats wrong with huan hua while dodging and or attempting to track down luo binghe. plot??? idk her

Deaf Shang qinghua!! Mbj doesnt notice

someday i must write this bc i love writing my favs as deaf or hoh. id love to explore shang qinghua as being both physically and culturally Deaf and how that plays into his interactions with the world post-transmigration, where there is even less accommodations or access for someone with a disability and he is cut off from his community, especially in terms of his work on an ding and relationship with his martial siblings. mbj not noticing a major facet of his life feels in character and like great drama lol, and i think the conclusion is definitely mbj learning ZGS that teaches him and he ends up liking using it way more than speaking verbally, both for sqh's ease and because he doesnt like to talk lol

i hope this is what u meant hahaha i could talk abt wips and svsss ideas all day. they are living in my head rent free 24/7 ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ i hope your trip goes by smoothly and quickly!!

[autisticempathydaemon]

Ohmygod I love matchups

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

Too sweet by Hozier ofc ofcm I looove Hozier and the way he sings about relationships 😭 Im like not fixated on a specific lyric, I'm fixated on the wedding bells in the background of the chorus

What is your Enneagram type?

Okay it has been a FUCKTON of time since I looked at that stuff but iirc it was 2? Me being an infp is literally the only thing I can consistently remember bc ADHD brain

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

YESS I listen to them whenever I'm playing Sims or working on something. Any of Jenny Nicholson or Li Speaks’ videos are common for that Nostalgic Essay Stuff. SPECIFICALLY Jenny Nicholson’s jeff the killer fanfiction book video because I OWNED THAT BOOK. I WROTE CREEPYPASTA FANFICTION AND I OWNED THAT BOOK

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I did not have one and I pretended to because everyone else did and I felt weird for not having one

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Imagining being loved and cared for 😭 or whumpy fanfiction scenarios no in-between. But they usually overlap

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I named myself after a character cause I relate ofc but I also named myself echo because it was another birth name in consideration for me and it feels like… whimsical

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

ITS STILL “FLIRTY VAMPIRE LOSES CONTROL” BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH SCENES WHERE THE HUMAN PARTNER OF A “MONSTER” CHARACTER IS DIRECTLY CONFRONTED WITH THEIR MONSTROUS TRAITS AND LOVES THEM ANYWAY.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Gavin </3 I am simply not a sexual person and it puts me off a bit lol

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

This spectacular show called dramaworld about a girl whos obsessed with kdramas and gets sucked into the world of them, but not in a “the events are real” way, in a “the entire world is a setup for the same characters to go through various plots, forgetting and falling in love over and over again” and it's hilarious and it's such a comfort show even though I can't watch it anywhere anymore I don't think. The main romance is top tier. It's so funny. And the stakes and plot twists are actually pretty good

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Probably Sam? I want him to be my dad. I have issues.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

Apparently when I'm half asleep I start talking about horses? But when I'm still conscious, I mostly talk about like. Vampires mostly.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

doritos dinamita and mountain dew yes I am basic

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

I don't have favorite playlists so much as I play 4-6 songs over and over on repeat until I'm sick of them. Currently, those songs are too sweet by Hozier, no more birthdays by sophie may, and Every Chappelle Roan Song.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

I love bad romance novels the more ridiculous and bad, the better. kresley cole's immortals after dark are fun to make fun of (no. Hate if you like them)

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

Uhhh my favorite form of interaction is parallel play. irl or digital, in a digital sense it means “we're liveblogging two separate things we're doing at the same time” lmao

- Asher-Echo/vampire-bite

Ooh, there’s a lot of good info to consider here. Initially, it was hard because I find Type Two’s easily compatible with most of the Redacted bois, but what said about “not being a sexual person” made it easy to choose Ollie for you.

Because he has never and will never get a BA, I love to headcanon Ollie as either asexual, low-libido, or both, so that’s one reason I think he’d be a good match for you. I also love that y’all would like so many of the same things like open-world games, bad/silly romance novels, and spending time with one another without the pressure to actively interact or engage with each other. (Also creepypastas. I love to headcanon Ollie as a horror, creepypasta fiend, given he grew up on the internet around when Jeff the Killer came to be.)

Every day with Ollie would be so comfortable and domestic, so sweet. Like, on a long weekend like this one if you’re American, I can see y’all spending it at home, a little staycation. He’d be in the other room or one end of the couch reading, and you’d be on the other reading one of your romance novels. Cattywumpus would be on your lap, because you’re his favorite. Your music is playing in the background, and you both stop what you’re doing to dance to “Hot to Go!”, because Ollie would totes love Chappell Roan.

Song:

Spillin' wine and homemade drinks/ We throw a cheers, the worries sink/ Damnit, it's so good to be alive/ We know that we don't got much/ But, then again, it's just enough/ To always find a way for a good time

Ollie strikes me as the type of guy who loves simple, feel-good, folk-esque music, someone being honest and emotional with a guitar. That’s one reason I like this song for y’all and can imagine it shuffled with yours as y’all hang out. The other is that this love song is sweet, catchy, simple just like Ollie~

Runner-ups:

Your love of the Sims and cheesy paranormal romance novels compels me to give you Elliott as a runner-up, because he could bring the things you read and create to life in your dreams, and that’d be so fun! In contrast, your Enneagram type and identifying yourself as nonsexual makes me want to pair you with Cam who gives me an asexual, easily affectionate vibe.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Saw you wrote for chainsaw man! In that case, may I request Quanxi and her fiends (if you can, if not Quanxi is just fine) with a female reader where she has to literally knock herself out in battle every time in order to use her devil contract? The devil she has in particular is the nightmare devil, and in order to summon it (could look like whatever horrifying thing you want) she has to literally make herself unconscious. This can either be forcing her to fall asleep mid battle (kind of like Zenitsu) but if there’s too much adrenaline, she’ll literally take a rock or any hard object, and smash her head in order to knock herself out.

Of course, having reader unconscious throughout the entire battle is super dangerous because she’s literally just laying there. So I thought it’d be funny if during battle, Quanxi and her fiends have to protect your sleeping body or play hot potato with you as you fight.

Nightmare Relay

Quanxi and The Fiends x She/ Her Reader

A/N: I love them so much. I wish we got to know more about their day to day and back stories so I could flesh out the characters some more. I loved your hot potato idea. I wish I could have executed it a little better to make it sound as exciting as it looked in my head, but I’m not good at writing fight/ highly choreographic sequences. I gave it my best shot though! Some violence and suggestive themes because it’s Chainsaw Man. Hope you like it! Word Count: 2,262

“This devil is so tedious!” Pingsti sighed resting her head against Quanxi’s shoulder. “I want to go home already!”

“Halloween!” Cosmo seemed to agree, ducking back out of sight of the tantruming devil.

“I know,” Quanxi murmured, mildly annoyed herself.

Did they really have to get out of bed for this? As tiresome as dealing with the Telekinesis Devil was, it should have been someone else’s job. However, the intel was that there might be a piece of the Gun Devil within it, so it only made sense to put the infallible Quanxi and her entourage of girlfriends on the case.

“Does anyone have eyes on (Y/n), Long or Tsugihagi?” She asked, absently studying the sharpness of one of her swords as another earth-rumbling crash nearly swallowing her words.

“Not yet…” Pingsti pouted, her hair swiveled to look over the crumbling wall they were stationed behind, searching for any sign of the other half of their group.

Quanxi hummed in acknowledgment. (Y/n) was probably trying to summon her contracted devil. It would certainly be helpful to have something intangible that the Telekinesis Devil could not blow away by simply looking at it. Hopefully Long and Tsugihagi hadn’t been split up from her so they could assist.

They had gotten separated pretty early on due to the devil’s apparent hatred for city architecture and love for throwing people around in every which direction to watch them splat gruesomely against the walls. Best wishes to whoever’s job it would be to restore any of this mess.

Meanwhile, a couple blocks away, (Y/n) groaned in frustration. Don’t get her wrong, Tsugihagi’s thighs made a wonderful pillow and Long’s gentle stroking of her face felt comforting, but she was very clearly not going to fall asleep on her own with all this chaos going on. Usually, she was pretty good at restricting the amount of sleep she got to make it easier to summon her contracted devil, but after being put through the wringer by her girlfriends the night before, she slept like a baby for several hours.

“Tsugihagi,” she prompted.

The Fiend understood exactly what she was looking for and squeezed down hard on her neck, right over where her carotid arteries laid. The sudden and bruising pressure knocked (Y/n) out almost instantly.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a familiar foggy forest. Spindly tentacles slithered towards her feet from every direction like heat-seeking snakes. They stopped just short of (Y/n), lapping the air near her ankles. Then she heard a noise like a death-rattle, somehow wet yet dry like desert sand and several circular black eyes reminiscent of a spider’s emerged from the fog next, watching her, waiting.

“Hunt.” (Y/n) ordered, stretching her hand outward.

The tentacles quivered faster, excited, they seemed to be if (Y/n) had to guess. The Nightmare Devil seemed oddly canine-like, eager to please, but for a price of course.

Ugh, the nightmares and hallucinations that would plague her for the next several days were going to suck, but hey, devils’ got to eat and this one fed off of fear and paranoia much like any other, just more literally. All in all, it was a small price to pay compared to some of the other possible devil contracts out there. She had her girlfriends to help her through the worst of what would come.

The devil’s eyes receded into the fog, followed by the tentacles, leaving (Y/n) alone once more. Now all she had to do was wait and hope she would wake up after all of this. If the Telekinesis Devil found her body and killed her before Quanxi made the killing blow, she’d have to get used to this bleak purgatory being her eternity.

***

“Halloween!” Cosmo alerted, bringing Quanxi and Pingsti’s attention to the thin, worm-like tentacles wiggling between the grates of a nearby storm drain.

“She’s out.” Quanxi confirmed, standing up, “Let’s move.”

The two Fiends followed Quanxi’s lead into the fray, ready to use the assistance of the Nightmare Devil to their advantage.

They heard the Telekinesis Devil squeal unhappily and followed the sound. The tentacles became as thick as jungle vines, but passed harmlessly though their bodies the further in they went.

“Give meee, give meee!” The devil shrilled, various objects and bodies flying around as she tried to find the devil hunter responsible for these ghostly shackles she could not shake. If not for the power the piece of the Gun Devil gave her, she wouldn’t be strong enough to move.

When the devil finally found (Y/n) laying in a nearby alley, locking onto her form in Tsugihagi’s arms. When Tsugihagi felt (Y/n) begin to be tugged away from her, she swiftly shoved her into Long’s arms and blocked them from view as Long ran off with (Y/n) in her arms.

“Oouuuut of myyyy wayyyyyy!” The devil warbled. She could not manipulate what she could not see! All she wanted was to snap that human’s neck and rid herself of this annoying devil!

She mentally took hold of Tsugihagi and slammed her against the brick wall, fighting against the constricting tentacles to follow where Long had gone.

Thankfully, being a Fiend, Tsugihagi could handle a little rough treatment without any long lasting effects. She slowly began to free herself from the brick wall she had been embedded in and met Quanxi’s eye as she came into view with Pingsti and Cosmo from across the street. She tilted her head in the direction Long had taken (Y/n) and Quanxi nodded in understanding.

They were going to have to kill this devil while tossing (Y/n) betwixt them. Not an unusual occurrence, but again, it could be a tedious affair and they would all much rather be in bed with a bunch of takeout right about now.

“Pingsti, Cosmo, assist Long, please.” Quanxi asked, twirling her swords in her hands.

“Happily!”

“Halloween!”

The two Fiends rushed away and Quanxi helped Tsugihagi the rest of the way out of the wall.

“Come with me.”

Tsugihagi didn’t need to be asked twice. Someone always needed to be available to pull Quanxi’s arrow if need be, though it probably wouldn’t be necessary here. Together they ran after the retreating devil, slowed considerably by the Nightmare Devil’s tentacles.

Long was steadfast as she ran. Ducking behind everything dumpster and turning down every alley in the maze-like debris. As she screeched around yet another corner, she felt a tap against her shoulder and turned to find Pingsti smiling at her, arms ready to receive the precious cargo.

Long carefully deposited (Y/n) in Pingsti’s arms before dragging a corpse from the rubble to use as a decoy. With a final nod, she continued on while Pingsti hid with (Y/n), her hair nuzzling the sleeping woman as she waited for the devil to stalk past their hiding spot to continue pursuing Long.

Unfortunately, the corpse she had been holding had been quite thoroughly crushed and the jostling from her running caused its head to flop off.

���Uh oh…” Pingsti quietly sing-songed as the devil quickly lost interest in Long and began back tracking.

Pingsti tried to slink away with (Y/n), but her foot kicked up some loose gravel and the devil’s head swiveled in her direction. The Nightmare Devil’s snare was becoming more encumbering by the minute, but the Telekinesis Devil had them in her sights now, quickly she took hold of Pingsti in an attempt to get a two for one, but Pingsti pressed a chaste kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek and tossed her away.

“Eep! Cosmo, it’s all you!” Pingsti called, struggling in the devil’s supernatural hold before being carelessly thrown through the air as Long ran after her to ensure a safer descent.

Cosmo jumped from a nearby dilapidated building, springing into action. She could see Quanxi readying herself for a clean maneuver that would surely take the devil back to hell. She shuddered at the thought of that awful place and scooped (Y/n) up, darting away.

The devil screamed in anger, trying to tear at the constricting tentacles only to have them slip through her fingers like mist. She. Would. Not. Lose. Not like this. Not when she had just acquired a piece of the Gun Devil! She was stronger now and she would prove it!

“H-Halloween?” Cosmo gulped as her feet suddenly rocketed away from the ground. She held on to (Y/n) for dear life as the ground grew further and further away.

“Die!” The devil cackled, sending them rocketing back towards the ground at such an intense velocity, that it would certainly cause them to splatter into an unrecognizable puddle.

The devil watched with glee, all too absorbed in her cruelty to notice the disruption of air behind her until it was much too late.

“Don’t!” She warned uselessly, trying to twist out of the way of the imminent strike, but the Nightmare Devil held fast, giving Quanxi just the opening she needed to slice the Telekinetic Devil to ribbons.

Long and Pingsti had regrouped with Quanxi and Tsugihagi during the chaos. The three Fiends jumped and scaled over the crumbling buildings, trying to reach Cosmo and (Y/n) and adjust their trajectory before the ‘splat’ could occur.

Even as Quanxi carved the Telekinesis Devil up, the devil still tried to stop the Fiends from saving the two women still falling from the sky.

Whenever someone tried to make a jump for them to change their trajectory, the devil pushed them away with an array of mental gymnastics. Even if she was going back to hell today, she wanted to at least take one more human with her.

The Nightmare Devil was flinging around her chopped-up body parts like a giddy toddler and she was nearly out of blood, but the Fiend and the human were nearly ready to violently kiss the ground. She would get her wish—

“Ah!?”

The devil blinked sluggishly and Quanxi had seemingly manifested below her speedily falling lovers. Had she been a normal human, she’d probably end up just as dead trying to catch them like this, but she hadn’t quite been normal for some time now.

Quanxi reached up and caught the pair in her arms, spinning with the force of it all. She had hooked her arms behind Cosmo’s back and knees, while in Cosmo’s arms, hugged tightly, (Y/n) still slept, oblivious to the world.

“Halloween.” Cosmo sighed, relieved, nuzzling Quanxi’s bicep.

Quanxi smiled a small, yet no less adoring smile.

“Damn youuuuu…” The Telekinesis Devil cursed with her final breath, then stilled.

The Nightmare Devil grew bored of its no longer wriggling toy and slowly, the tentacles slithered back into the sewers.

“Look, Quanxi!” Pingsti cheered, pressing up against the devil hunter’s back. She presented a small, metallic, fleshy ball. “Look at what the Nightmare Devil rolled to me! A piece of the Gun Devil was here after all!”

“Good job.”

Not wanting to be left out, Long and Tsugihagi joined the impromptu hug, albeit a bit awkwardly, but they were all rather odd and loved all the same.

“Let’s get our money for this so we can go home.” Quanxi murmured, letting her fiends hang off of her as she walked away from the carnage, (Y/n) still sleeping in her arms.

***

(Y/n) awoke with a scream clawing at her throat. Her body coated in sweat and hands all around. She threw a fist up, but it was easily caught in a calloused hand and her other hand was quickly pinned back as well. He legs wouldn’t move either, an unidentifiable weight on each thigh and her chest.

“The Nightmare Devil was just visiting. You’re okay.”

(Y/n)’s eyes shot to the side and when she saw Quanxi in the soft glow of their bedroom, she managed to untense just a little.

“So we… we didn’t fail the job? Everyone is still alive?” Everyone only referring to the people she cared about, of course. The Nightmare Devil really knew how to mess with her head.

“All accounted for, cutie!” Pingsti cheerfully shared, nuzzling her face against (Y/n)’s hand.

(Y/n) moved her head in an attempt to adjust her position and found one of Long’s horns resting against her throat, looking further down, she saw Tsugihagi and Cosmo perched on either leg.

What a relief.

(Y/n) groaned, Quanxi let her slip her hand out of hers to rub at her face.

“No matter how many times I do this, it feels so real every time. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to watch you all die.”

“Halloween.” Cosmo pouted, falling over Long to rest on top of (Y/n) as well, the warmth of her brain radiating near (Y/n)’s cheek.

Tsugihagi stared, unblinking, before slowly descending upon the pile as well and Pingsti, not one to be left out, curled up by (Y/n)’s head with her hand still clutched to her chest.

The warmth and weight of the Fiends was so sweet and comforting, (Y/n) could feel sleep beckoning her once more, but then a firm fingers grasped her jaw and she opened her eyes to see Quanxi hovering over her.

“You only just woke up, don’t go back to sleep. Especially when the Nightmare Devil isn’t through with you yet.”

“Mmm, but I’m tired.” Those nightmares could be so draining…

Quanxi’s eye lit up and a small, sly smirk formed across her face and the Fiends seemed to pick up on her energy and perked up.

“If you think you’re tired now, I can’t wait to see how tired you’ll be in a couple hours.”

[hyeongjunbae]

xdinary heroes when you're sick !!

pairing: ot6!xh x gn!reader word count: 787 warnings: slight cursing, mention of sickness, medicine a/n: be careful not to catch a cold and wear warm clothes !! (don't be like me, i literally wrote this after taking my third medicine of the day) also, i will try to catch up with the requests as quickly as i can! anyway, enjoy reading! ♡

― gunil :

• when you're sick, he's your "go-to person" because he definitely knows what he’s doing • so you texted him right away that you’re not feeling well • he’d handle the situation very calmly • will do everything for you, including taking your temperature, preparing food, and making sure that you have enough blankets to keep you warm :( • he would even feed you :( • you know how he always says “here goes airplane~ hyuuu~” whenever he's trying to feed someone, right? he’d do that for you too <//3 • would rush to buy you medicine if you need any • doesn't forget to buy you little gifts when he goes out to lift your mood up • “i bought this plushie because it made me think of you. isn't it adorable?”

(rest of the members under the cut! ♡)

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― jungsu:

• you guys were having a sleepover at your house and watching a movie peacefully • but he noticed that you kept coughing • VERY VERY WORRIED • keep checking on you and bring you what you needed • never leaves your side in case you need something • literally watching you 24/7 !! • will do everything you asked him to do while complaining the entire time about how it was your fault you got sick in the first place • “see y/n? i told you to wear your jacket or you’d would get sick, didn’t i?” • 8.5/10 just because of the nagging

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― gaon:

• he knew something wasn’t right when you didn't show up to watch the band practice • he will call you during the break, and you don't have to say you are sick because he can tell by the way you sound <//3 • immediately leaves the practice to go to your place • he sees you lying on your bed all alone and he feels bad • so he joins you lol • no matter how many times you told him not to because he could get sick too, he would still kiss and hug you • spoiler alert: he ends up getting sick • "jiseok, i told you that you'd get sick." •  “what do you mean, babe? i’m not sick! *coughs*” • “yeah, sure, whatever makes you sleep at night.”  • at the end of the day, you two had to call gunil to take care of you two

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― o.de:

• you woke up not feeling well after caring for your sick boyfriend the day before • he feels so bad because he’s the reason why you got sick in the first place • he won’t stop apologizing :( • won't let you lift a finger and whines when you try to do things on your own, and he will not hesitate to drag you back to your bed • you don't have to tell him what you need, because he already knows and will give it to you before you say it • “babe, i already turned the tv one but if you don’t feel like watching anything then we can do something else. oh, and also-” • “seungmin, just shut up and cuddle me already !?” • he doesn't mind getting sick again at all. you need hugs, and he wants them too, so who is he to say no to that?

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― junhan:

• he facetimed you to tell you about the new anime he had started watching • but the last thing he expected to see was you with a blanket over your head, a puffy face, a red nose from wiping it, and a lot of tissues all around you. • his heart dropped when he saw you like that <//3 • is at your door in no time with your favorite snacks • will cook for you and feed you because you are too lazy to get out of bed • he tucks you in after you've finished eating and taking your medications • and continues to talk about his anime until you fall asleep • “i love how they helped each other to find their passion for- oh, i haven't even finished talking about the characters and you've already fallen asleep... anyway, rest well y/n.”

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― jooyeon:

• you called him to cancel your date bc you weren’t feeling well • he was already at your door half an hour later • he would be so worried :( • you are usually the one who takes care of him, so he would panic • he does not know what to do, so he just googles it • he lost it when he decided to look up your symptoms • because google always tells you that you have throat cancer and only have 3 days to live, even though you only searched for 'sore throat' • “HOLY SHIT Y/N YOU ONLY HAVE TWO WEEKS TO LIVE !!" • “what the heck jooyeon? i just caught a cold !?" • after making sure that you’re not dying, he calls his mom for help lol

— taglist !! : @dazzlingligth, @jisungie-han, @takilovesruru, @hwiluvbot &lt;3

[fruityfroggy]

Possible New R1999 OC Idea (should I keep her or not?)

So, her concept came to me in the dead of night, when I was half asleep, during vacation. What is that supposed to mean (considering her theming), I don’t know. But I wrote down a long ass note about her, and it’s just been sitting in my notes app for weeks. I’m starting to question if I should keep her as an OC or abandon ship, so help a girl out! Here she is:

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Pristine (Spirit):

Referred to as “The Precious Porcelain Doll” by most, she’s been ordered by Arcana to be hidden away for unknown amounts of time for “preservation purposes”. No one knows who she is to Arcana, but there’s a slight…resemblance? An odd similarity that’s hard to pinpoint, but it lingers like the scent from a distant memory; too blurred to even identify what it was about in the first place. Many theorize that Pristine is some sort of illegitimate child, as she only refers to the Manus leader as “Dearest”. But if that were to be true, then why?…

Pristine has an eerie, child-like demeanour (similar to Balloon Party, just in old English), though she’s able understand many complex and mature concepts. She is quite literally like a doll as well, since her skin is very cold and pale like porcelain (with a few cracks that she desperately tries to hide for some reason…)

A prominent part of her character though, is how her emotions work. Pristine’s emotions are quite unstable and somewhat extreme due to the amount of arcanum within her, messing up her concept of emotional control. She just switches between very happy, balling her eyes out, and saying some cryptic shit with a thousand-yard-stare very quickly and easily.

Later on, it is revealed that Pristine is but a vessel for Arcana, a back up body. If anything severe were to happen to her, than she’ll have a pristine back up to possess and use.

Pristine is not a summonable character, but is still obtainable through clearing the hard mode of a specific battle stage within 20 days of unlocking it (the battle is to represent how you basically have to kidnap her from Manus Vindictae in the story)

[coffee-at-annies]

@paintingtheice so I totally meant to post this yesterday and then fell asleep editing/adding on to this. This is not the essay on gendering Sidney Crosby we’ve talked about in dms it’s instead a different fandom essay that I started writing in my head half as a convo and then said fuck it essay time. @podcasts-8-my-heart this is also dedicated to you saying you’re proud of me for writing 2.5k+. I’m proud of you.

So I was thinking on my bus ride into work this morning (yesterday - yes it’s been a day this got long don’t look at me like that) about hrpf and SidGeno and some of the shifts I’ve seen fandom go through in my time following hockey. There are a million and one little reasons why things have changed and many of them can simply be chalked up to the passing of time; new information gets revealed, new events happen, roster turnover, and fandom/writer turnover. One thing that I think about a lot is when fic is set in relation to “canon.” The relationship with canon in hrpf is both deeper and more divorced than other fandom, but stay with me I’m gonna pull a bunch of words out my ass and hope it makes a lick of sense.

The first talking point/part of this thesis is recency bias. People are way more inclined to favor recent events over the past. You see this in the actual fandom with people reacting to losses or saying “we never win against [team]” when we have in fact won against that team as recent as last year. It’s this sort of bias that causes us as readers/writers to read something current and assume it’s always been this way and then experience cognitive dissonance with other depictions of the characters that are older or simply different. “He would not fucking say that.” Well once upon a time maybe he did. Maybe it’s out of character now, but back then it was the defining character study for how fandom understood him and you need to sit down and actually look at what people were saying. Maybe it was never in character but the author committed to being ooc and you can see how our understanding has drifted closer or farther away in the years since.

The second talking point is that when fandom isn’t reacting to current canon it has a tendency to latch on to specific parts of canon and not let go. I’m quantifying that as “events”. Fandom hates filler but it loves a plot point. In hprf in general and sidgeno specifically you see this in a lot of different ways. How many stories have been written about [insert team]’s cup run? The Olympics? I’ve read so many fics about 2015 Worlds despite never reading hrpf before 2016. We love an event. Do we actually care about every game of the season or tournament tho? Not really unless something specific to progress the plot or characterization happens. Geno visiting Sid at Sochi when they’re supposed to be enemies is more important than whoever Canada beat in the round robin.

Anyway this is all introductory backtracking because the original thrust of this essay was defining to myself the “when” that people write about. My brainstorming had it separated into the nebulous now, right fucking now when I (the author) wrote this, events events events, the vague future, the past aka when they were Youths™️, the generalized timeline (y’know, canon?) - usually characterized in hrpf by events, milestones, and team personnel, and timeline what timeline.

Are you saying to yourself, gee she just listed a bunch of stuff I hope she defines it. Well good for you, that’s literally the rest of this monster. Buckle up I’m about to say way more words. I do not think I’m 100% accurate perfect no notes. I’m sure parts of it are bullshit. But hey I’m gonna close my eyes and post it anyway.

1. [Nebulous Now] - Hey remember that paragraph on recency bias? Welcome to recency bias the fic setting. In my head, the nebulous now is +/- the last two or three years. It’s set around present day* or going back only as far as the author was engaged in fandom. You’ll probably know when it’s set based on team makeup, season highlights, major events, but it’s basically meant to be set now. It may care about schedules and specific details but reserves the right to throw it out the window if it feels like it. The problem with being set now is when you run across a fic that is 5, 10, 15 years old and is supposed to still be set in whatever the current year is.

*when the fic first started being written

2. [Right Fucking Now] There is nothing nebulous about when this fic was written or what it was written about. These are usually smaller fics** where inspiring event happened anywhere from the day the writer started writing to at most a month or two ago. Usually precipitated by X did Y in Z game against team A and got celebratory gangbanged in the locker room about it. (Y being goals, hat tricks, fights, ect.). You can’t get more specific than this baby. Fics set before/during/after a specific game fit here. All Star Game fics written around the All Star Break are here. Milestone events are here, for example Tanger and Geno’s 1K games. Fics written immediately in reaction to stuff like Contract-gate go here. Most playoff fic that references specific events or was written during the playoffs falls under here. The main clarifying point is it wasn’t written very long after the fact. Anything written now about last years All Star Game, Contract-Gate, Sid slutting it up at worlds and the Olympics, all fall under a different category. Which is a great segue to my next one.

** I said usually smaller but sometimes an author decides to write a big fic about the narrative arc of the season and we love them for it.

3. [Events Events Events] - This is probably the one that is the biggest broadest category and the one I have the hardest time narrowing down despite having more examples than I can shake a stick at. Simply put, this category is for fics that are concerned with a specific event, usually big, but sometimes small. This can be any event that stands out in a reader/author’s head. Generally the fic was written after the event happened from a place of knowing how everything shakes out in canon. These fics can feel different because the we walk in already knowing the start and stop and major events of the fic. From the reader’s perspective the event is over but the characters experiencing the event don’t know it.

SidGeno/Pens Examples include: World Juniors. The Olympics/the golden goal/Sochi. The cup runs are a subcategory unto themselves but the playoffs/finals are a big event. Major injuries like Geno’s knee surgery and Sid’s concussion. Duper’s retirement tends to be a foot note in cup run stories but it’s a small event. Trades def count since there are absolutely stories about the before/after of a trade. Vegas & Seattle Expansion Drafts. The lockouts (05 & 2012). I’m ignoring that the pandemic-stoppage is also under this cause I don’t like reading about it. Contract-gate is a recent example. Basically if you’re asking “hey does this event count as an event” the answer is probably yes because you’ve remembered it. If you can point to something specific on the timeline and zoom in on it then it counts.

***this one I keep tweaking it’s definition and I’m still not 100% happy. I just keep thinking about all the fic I’ve read in other fandoms that feel beholden to canon in ways that I end up bemoaning the lack of creativity. Nobody says it has to happen this exact way every time but authors who claim to hate that installment still faithfully recreate it every time.

So we’ve had now, and we’ve had the events that everyone (or just you) remember, what’s next is literally what’s next.

4. [Vague Future] - Quite literally 1, 5, 10, 20 years in the future. Next season fics. Retirement and post-retirement fics. Their kids getting drafted fic is this. Anything that makes you think further ahead than the end of the current season is probably in this category. It’s vague because who the heck knows if it ends up true or not. There is of course overlap with the Nebulous Now because its nebulous. Since everything is set vaguely now-ish, it’s hard to tell when now starts becoming the future. The season just started and all through the preseason I saw people talking about who they think is going win the cup this year. There’s so much hockey to be played still. The future is vague but it will eventually become now.

Also remember it’s all about perspective. There’s tons of movies set in the far distant future of the late 2010s and they don’t match up to our lived reality. Going back to the comment about cognitive dissonance, sometimes you aren’t writing about an event from a place of knowing; sometimes it’s just your best guess or heartfelt wish. It’s so easy to say “oh that’s an au” when maybe it wasn’t an au when it was written, maybe it was intended to be accurate to the author’s best guess. Sometimes fics from the past were set in the future but that time has been passed by life and going back to read them is weird but cool. It’s interesting to see where people thought the boys were going vs where they are. Who could have guessed the core would have careers this long or decorated but they have.

Speaking of writing from a place of knowing; this next one is sort of a subcategory of events, but was a specific enough setting of fic I wanted to call it out.

5. [Youth™️] - This is anything where they are children. It may be well research but for the most part it’s probably non-accurate outside of the broad stokes. It’s the prologue and chapter 1. Pre-canon and the first 20 minutes. Kid!fic. It’s all about the kids in this one. This is the start of the story and the time before that.

Hrpf examples include anything about juniors, Sid’s time at shattuck, and World Juniors. For SidGeno I’d probably include the 03 to 05 drafts. Can include Sid’s first year in the NHL and Geno’s flight from Russia and his first full year in the NHL (that’s the hard cutoff for me personally). You could potentially argue up to and including the 08 & 09 cup runs as like the climax of them being young NHL stars, and yeah sure I’m not a cop write whatever you want if it makes sense to you then it makes sense. I don’t think Sid getting drafted is a bad place to start a fic, especially if you’re doing an AU. There’s always a good argument to start at the beginning of the canon story.

I’m highlighting this because holy crud the number of fics I’ve seen from other fandoms that don’t even like the early material but start at movie 1 scene 1/book 1 chapter 1 anyway. It’s fanfic we don’t have to start at the beginning. You can, but its not necessary. I personally struggle with fics that don’t change anything in early canon but require you to read their version of it anyway, but I’m just one person. You do you.

This next one doesn’t have a snazzy name because look sometimes there’s a timeline and you wanna write something that encompasses it. If it’s granular I’d say you’re talking about Eventsx3 or Right Fucking Now. Overlaps with Youth™️ because you have to start somewhere and Nebulous Now because now is on the timeline. If there are expected events on the timeline like retirement from professional sports, that’s the vague future.

6. [Timeline] Sometimes authors want to care about the timeline or the fic is set over weeks, months, years. Most canons have a specific set timeline and hrpf is no different. However ours is actual literal years rather than something someone created and is thus easy to navigate. For my examples I’m generalizing over the span of months and years and then grouping by big events rather than calling out any one specific event.

[the early years] Anything from Sid’s first year to the 09 cup. Let’s be real here, most authors either write incredibly detailed fic about the whole timeline, or they’ll only write about Sid or Geno’s first full NHL years or the 08-09 cup runs. Everything else is usually glossed over. The babies era. Youth™️

Events include: Sid and Geno’s drafts. The 05 lockout. Geno fleeing Russia. Losing streaks. Mario’s return and retirement. Flower and Tanger getting called up. Sid living at Mario’s. Geno living with Gonch and learning English. Sid being named Captain. Hard cutoff is after the 07-08 and 08-09 cup runs.****

****You can argue that the 08 & 09 cup runs are their own subcategory but this is already long enough imo.

[post cup - international success and dead years] - the middle years. You’re probably only going to read event fic set during this time unless it was written in the nebulous now of those years.

Events include: the golden goal/2010 olympics. Sid’s concussion. Geno’s knee surgery. The 2012 lockout. Geno playing at home in Russia during the lockout. I think Geno & Ovi had a memorable All Star Game in here. Socchi Olympics. Worlds 2015.***** Tanger’s stroke. Olli’s cancer. Geno getting married. Trades include I wanna say Jordy, Talbo, Lazy. Gonch is in Dallas but I don’t remember if he was traded. This is also the spacetoaster era. Sid spending several years building a house only to move back in with Mario due to post-concussion syndrome.

*****Sid winning at worlds is I think the end of this era cause Worlds kicked off Sid’s “winning everything that he could possibly win” era.

[the sully era] The 15-16 & 16-17 cup wins against San Jose and Nashville. The threepeat attempt in 2018 with its second round loss to the capitals. The vegas draft followed several years later by the seattle draft. Geno had a kid. Once you get past the cup runs this really blends into the nebulous now. Maybe it’s cause I stopped reading fic religiously sometime between 2019 and 2021 but aside from the covid pandemic which I very much do not like reading about, there’s not much here to highlight other than player milestones and trades, but don’t worry Sid and Geno have had a bunch of milestones.

[modern pensblr] - The covid stoppage, pandemic-hockey, and now. Anything from 2020 to the current 2023-24 season. Very much the nebulous now but there’s tons of milestones for our two headed monster/core trio to celebrate.

Okay I know I just spent a while being very “general with specific” but this next category is for the people who just don’t care about anything I’ve talked about.

7. [Timeline what timeline] - This is the one where authors simply don’t care about the “when” of their setting. It’s an outgrowth of the nebulous now but it’s less tied to canon. It may reference a season but it doesn’t have to and will often ignore actual team makeup because “this is my fanfic and if I want to ignore that trade I can.” Non-hockey aus (one or both s/g) will often fall under this since you need to answer who is playing center for the Penguins if Sid drives the zamboni. Straight up aus are kinda here but I don’t think fics that are fully an au setting like a college frat or space au really counts for this conversation since the au comes with its own time period that is wholly divorced from canon outside of the cast of characters. This is also where fics that go “I’m going to write my own canon” belong (ie Geno is a flyer, what if Pens drafted Ovi instead of Geno, what if X player got traded to Y team and hooked up with Z player). Timeline can matter for some of those fics, but most of them only care as much as it makes sense to make the fic make sense. The important timeline information is that hockey is happening (or it’s the off season and hockey isn’t happening). These are the fics where the Pens are always conveniently playing Washington when Geno needs advice from Ovi or Vegas when Sid needs similar from Flower. As long as the fic is internally consistent what does it matter if you’ve forgotten this or that timeline detail such as setting a timeline in the first place. Hockey itself is so intertwined with the specific routines of a season that you can divorce that routine from reality and just have hockey. Fall becomes winter becomes spring becomes the playoffs, what more can an author ask for?

Done? Idk I’m out of words. Okay I love you for reading this far. Bye bye. Feel free to chime in in the notes if you’ve got your own ideas. I certainly don’t have a monopoly on thoughts and I’m not convinced I’m right either, just doing a deep think.

[starsthatlinethesky]

Fluffy Brance Headcanons Cause I feel like it:

. Bruce loves to run his fingers through Vance’s hair

. Vance is big on physical affection as a way to show his love for Bruce

. Bruce was actually insecure about his smile for a while and would cover his mouth with his hand and he did it in front of Vance one day. Vance grabbed his hand and pulled it away “You like really nice when you smile.” Vance pulled away and didn’t say anything else about it, but Bruce stopped covering up his smile after that

. Bruce loves reading and Vance likes being read to. Bruce mentioned a certain book series he wanted and not even two days later Vance pulls up with the whole series and shoved it into Bruce’s hands and told him to start reading

. Vance knows that Bruce is like the town sweetheart and he will rub it in that he is the one dating him. Like I the “I would now like to thank my fellow namonies who will forever be known as the guys who lost to Vance Hopper!!

. Bruce is the one to propose. He doesn’t make a big scene of it but he does it when he’s at home reading to Vance. He tells Vance that this a really important chapter and from behind the book he’s reading out his whole specs he wrote with the ring just out of sight, Vance gets real confused because weren’t the just reading a heist novel? Who is this guy talking about spending forever with someone? When Bruce finally pulls out the ring Vance out loud goes “Oh that’s why that wasn’t making any sense.” He obviously says yes after.

. Vance likes going to the zoo, so he and Bruce end up having a lot of dates there. Bruce’s favourite animal is a giraffe and Vance is the tigers/snakes

. Their first kiss just sort of happens one day, Bruce is heading home and he’s saying goodbye to Vance and without a second thought Bruce kisses Vance and heads home. Vance just stands there completely startstruck. Bruce doesn’t realise what he did until he got home and he had a whole meltdown on the stairs

. Bruce watches Criminal Minds and Bones and he makes Vance watch with him, Vance will act annoyed but then he ends up yelling at the screen. “It is clearly the father, what is that agents deal!?”

. Vance got worried that he was scaring/going to scare Bruce with how aggressive he can get and he mentions this to Bruce one day. “Vance you are literally laying in my lap right now, while I read you a book that you bought me. Clearly I am terrified of you.”

. Bruce is a great liar. Not in the way he does awful things, but he could say the most crazy thing ever and people would believe him because, you know he’s Bruce. One time this couple at school was fighting and it was clear that they needed to break up, and he told Vance he could guarantee he would make them break up by the end of the week. Come two days later the couple gets into a massive fight in front of the whole school “Well Bruce said-“ “Oh great now you’re dragging Bruce into this!” “I’m dragging Bruce into this?, don’t think he didn’t tell me about Tuesday!” They continue to argue about other things and then break up. But it’s clear Bruce was the one to light the spark.

. Vance just stares at Bruce sometimes and just gets completely lost in him. He also finds a way to relate any song he listens to back to Bruce.

. Vance gets clingy when he’s tired. He and Bruce lay down together on his bed one time and their just lying close to each other and Bruce just shuffled around slightly. ( he wasn’t actually getting up) but Vance perceives as such and pulls Bruce close to him, Bruce, who is also half asleep asks what Vance is doing and the boy pulls him closer they both falls asleep tangled up in each other.

[little-mouse-gardens]

Incorrect quotes with my rottmnt ocs and the turtles

Ocs : sunny, Marcy, Skye and Angie

part 2 electric boogaloo

Donnie : What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?

Marcy, sleeping over at the lair for the night and is cuddled up half awake next to him : Donnie, I’m begging you. Please get some sleep

Donnie : What gif I don't want to?

Marcy : Fuck You

Mikey: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Angie : pink mums, why?

Mikey:

Angie : Were you going to get me flowers?

Mikey:

Angie :

Mikey: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

*it’s the Middle of winter and the turtles are in brumation*

Angie, who came over to cheer him up : Mikey, time for breakfast! Want some pancakes?

Mikey clinging onto Angie like a koala : no

Angie : Mikey, it’s time for lunch! I made some Homemade pizza and breadsticks!

Mikey huddled up under electric blankets trying to tug Angie in for cuddles : nooo

Angie : Mikey, it’s ten at night time for bed-

Mikey, wide awake and instantly dragging Angie into the blanket pile for snuggles and a movie marathon : NOOOO-

Meat-sweats after the turtles defeat him once again while Angie and her sisters witness it, looking right at Mikey : may your marinara sauce never cling to your pasta!

Mikey and Angie who both love cooking nearly trying to claw his face off : EXCUSE YOU!?!? COME UP HERE AND SAY THAT TO OUR FACES MOTHERFU-

Mikey : Angie the kitchen is on fire!

Angie who is half asleep, still has her sleep mask on and it’s almost 3am after a cooking show marathon she and him watched : babe, like…how big is the fucking fire?

Mikey : big

Angie, crawling out of bed : alright-

Leonardo : My hands are cold.

Skye : Here, let me hold them.

Leonardo : My lips are cold too.

Skye : *covers Leonardos mouth with her hand*

Raphael , throwing their head into Sunny's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Sunny, lovingly petting his head : Prince Charming from shrek could never compare

Raphael , sweating: Sunny, there’s something I need to ask you-

Sunny: Finally! You’re proposing!

Raphael : How’d you know?

Sunny: Raphael , you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Sunny: I even picked it up once.

Raphael : Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Sunny: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Raphael : ...

Raphael : You mean ring bearER, right?

Sunny: ...

Raphael : Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Side note - sunny loves this big sweetheart with all her heart. Likes to give raph shell scritches because she knows it helps his anxiety, doesn’t even mind the happy stink he emits.

Marcy: *seductively takes off glasses*

Marcy: Wow...

Donnie : *blushes* Haha... what?

Marcy: You're really fucking blurry.

Marcy: I owe you one.

Donnie : That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

Donnie : Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Marcy: I wrote you a poem.

Donnie , already crying: You did?

Donnie : My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Marcy: *accidentally drops her new beta fish and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Donnie : That one. I want that one.

Side note - Marcy loves fish, so her accidentally injuring or killing one literally is her worst nightmare, but not to worry! she and Donnie had a arcade date and some comfort snacks to cheer her up (plus he stole a new beta fish for her)

Marcy: Thank you for not saying "I told you so."

Donnie : When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

Marcy: Did you have to stab them?

Donnie: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.

Marcy: What did they say?

Donnie: "What are you going to do, stab me?"

Marcy: That’s fair.

Skye : You are an absolute fucking dork.

Leonardo, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork!

Skye : *smooches him on the forehead* Yeah, you're my dork.

Leonardo: *is throwing stones at Skye’s window*

Skye : You have a phone for a reason, Leonardo!

*THUD*

Skye : DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

Leonardo: You’re giving me a sticker?

Skye : Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Leonardo: I’m not a preschooler.

Skye : Fine, I’ll take it back-

Leonardo: I earned this, back off!

Skye : My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

Leonardo: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos.

Skye : Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Spoiler alert - she came back with the pancakes an hour later, skateboarded halfway across New York and back to get them for him

Skye : I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Leonardo: But, Mi amor, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Skye : wait….Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Leonardo: Is it working?

Leonardo: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

Skye :

Leonardo: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Mi amor? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

Skye : 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&M’s

[pikapeppa]

Hi pikapeppa ! 👋😊

I'm a huge fan of your work, so I wanted to ask you something, if it's okay, of course...! ❤️

I know that most people, when they're writing, often have a global idea of what they are going to do but ...

Before you write, do you imagine a scene completely unfold in your head first, then write it down ( with, I guess, a few modifications, of course )

Or you just go with the flow and write with only a vague idea of where you're going, the moment you sit down behind your desk ?

I ask this because, I do the latter and it really is killing my focus. I keep going back and forth between being in the zone and being distracted when I do that. But I'm also afraid that doing the former will kill my creativity in the long-term, I don't know why ...😐😢

It's very abstract, so I hope I managed to express myself clearly ...!😅

Take care ! 😘

You're a great writer ❤️❤️❤️

Hiiiii sweet friend!! 🥰 I’m so sorry it took so long to reply to this!! The reply is a bit long, so I'll put it behind a cut!

This is a great question — and my answer is that it depends! Sometimes there will be a very specific scene that I’ve imagined in detail, e.g. how a first kiss/first sex scene happens, or sometimes I have a very specific dialogue in mind that I want the scene to revolve around. When this is the case, the writing does involve fleshing out that imagined scene/dialogue and turning it into words. For example, I recently wrote a scene of Aloy and Kotallo slow-dancing, and I had a very specific mood in mind: this scene from Love Actually (but more horny LOL). So for the writing of that moment, I had that movie scene in my head, and I was trying to translate it from visuals and into words. To be honest, this is some of the writing that I find most challenging — how to turn something that’s so visually effective into something that’s just as effective in words!

But there are other times when I do sit down with only a vague idea of how I’m going to get to a certain point in the fic. For example, for Chapter 2 of Coming In On A Western Wind (Aloy/Avad), this is literally what I had in my outline for the second half of the chapter:

The night she leaves Varl behind, Aloy sneaks into Avad’s room and they have sex. He wants her to stay the night; she says she can’t, but she’ll stay until he falls asleep. He make a gentle joke that he’ll stay up all night, then. But inevitably, he falls asleep, and when he wakes up, she’s gone.

That’s really not much detail, which means I had to fill this in a lot without anything clear in mind. I had to figure out how Avad gets back to his room after dinner with the fam, then what he’s doing at the time that she sneaks in, then how they transition from her sneaking in to actually having sex — e.g. are they going to chat first? Would they just jump right in? And then the actual sex scene: I didn’t have anything specific in mind for what positions or sex acts they would engage in, so that was more flying by the seat of my pants. So for this chapter, I was kind of just going with the flow and going with the mood of the characters while letting them lead the conversation, rather than trying to transform a specific scene in my head into words. This kind of writing can be challenging, too, especially figuring out how to deal with transition moments, e.g. what Avad would be doing in his room before Aloy came. When I’m having trouble figuring out how to make those transitions happen, what I usually do is get up from my desk and go clean something in my apartment BAHAHA. For some reason, the getting-up and moving-around helps me find the solution more easily than when I’m staring at my screen! 😂

Most of my chapters involve both of these kinds of writing. There’s usually a specific significant moment/scene/dialogue that I want to hit in each chapter, but I don’t always (or even often!) have it clearly fleshed out how I’m going to get there. I’m more of a plotter than a pantser, though, so the way I deal with this is by point-form plotting out how I think I might get to that scene — nothing special, nothing fancy, just basically scribbling down ideas. Then, once I have those ideas written down, they form more of a “skeleton” for the flesh of the chapter that I can build up on. Each chapter often involves many cycles of jotting down point-form messy ideas, then fleshing them out, then repeating the cycle as the chapter progresses. 

In terms of worrying that visualizing-then-writing will kill your creativity: hmm, it’s hard for me to comment on this, because everyone has different styles of writing, and what works for one person won’t work for someone else. Both styles of writing work for me, as I mentioned above, and I’m also admittedly a very “plotty” writer.  But I have some friends who just know that if they were to plan too much, they’ll get overwhelmed or lose interest in the project, so flying by the seat of their pants or jumping around between scenes in their fic is what keeps their creative juices and motivation going. 

Since you're finding that the "vague idea" route is killing your focus, I wonder if you might try the idea I mentioned earlier, about point-forming your ideas to flesh them out a little more before jumping in? It’s something of a compromise between plotting too much and being too vague, so it might give you just enough structure to help stay focused! 

I’ve elaborated more on my process of writing a longfic here, though I think you might have already read that 😂🧡 but it explains in more detail about how I use outlines as a memory aid and to guide myself, and how I keep myself motivated while writing a really long project!

I hope this is helpful, lovely friend!! Happy writing!! 😘

-- love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika! xo

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Addressing your tags first and foremost because thank goodness. I was beginning to wonder if I was showing up a little too much in your notifs. I'd be embarrassed if I had any shame but I'm a proud lover of your works, what can I say? Catch me reading an update in my bed and hour before work at like 6am. Liked. Reblogged to my sideblog. Framed. Next.

7 years, my goodness. I'll perhaps have to reconsider, gojo is not worth it 😪 I wish I had an appetite for angst like I used to but alas, I can no longer tolerate the feeling of someone reaching inside me to coil my stomach around their calloused hands and rip it out of me. It's just now how I like to spend any random Tuesday, you know? I prefer the cushioning of fluff. But I guess that's personal preferences for you. You do angst well. Just try not to go for my stomach next time~

Old men and philosophy. Put us in a room and we'll be pulling revelations from the sky.

If its already on its way, I shall prepare the shrine. Visits on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Paid entry.

Your puppy sounds like the grudge she holds against gojo is personal. Can't fault her for that tbh, he's definitely done something wrong and she knows it.

This is why people around him are violent. Bless yuuji, still blinded with his admiration (who can blame him)

no i’m almost tempted to plead you for more. tell me about your headaches, tell me if you find a typo in something i’ve typed, tell me if you happen upon a choso hoodie like i do every couple of days, tell me if your flowers die and you have to throw them out. i will take the blandest of crumbs, the smallest of facts. whatever you want, really.

catch me straining at six in the morning to read your asks (not right now, but usually). i genuinely do wake up every hour during the night and check my inbox for messages. and respond half asleep, obviously. it’s an issue, but i have no plans for resolution.

don’t reconsider. i have considered it enough for the both of us, and i will gladly take any pain gojo wants to push on me (with a heavily winded rant, of course. some light scolding).

ah, yes. i personally prefer fake angst in which the characters could not have an issue if they would fess up. real angst? death? pain? no thanks, i’ll take the burden of fluff. believe me, i used to write a lot more angst (someone said to me ‘verity, sometimes people just don’t want to read angst’ and um. yeah true, so i evolved into more fluff ((and overall better writing)) i’ll send your stomach an apology letter, fret not.

put me and any old man in a room and i will find a way to start a fight. it’s simply in my nature.

i just said that money sucks and now i have to pay for entrance fee to my own heart??? fine, i guess, i suppose. i’ve gifted it to you and no takebacksies and all that

i think you mean the grudge she holds against me. literally last time i wrote with her around she immediately came to sit in my lap and typed some outrageous things with her entire body weight. franklin doesn’t understand common courtesy or art (side eyeing me as we speak)

(gojo is always doing something wrong though. we all know it)

real real real. i was thinking about reader and satoru in a room, much too close to each other, and i thought ‘huh, that’s kind of a weird thing to do. even for two grossly pining characters. how realistic is that, chat?’ but then i remembered who i was writing about. (gojo cannot be stopped)