#I used to ignore those things and just share gen stuff

[musetoo]

the tragedy of an artist entering your teensy dormant fandom and sharing brand new art in 2024 (!), but discovering, after happily scrolling through a month's worth of posts, that they openly oppose shipping a pairing which has some pretty strong textual support, depending on how you squint, and which you're quite fond of in its puppy love, hand-holding form, causing you to wander away sadly from this no-longer-a-potential-friend's blog without being able to share the pretty art, because if they go through your tags, they'll see the ship in question and probably block without ever asking why you even like it.

[archangelsunited]

Hi AUfriend <3

Excuse me marching in here unannounced. I sent some asks to Mareena and Para, and well, I thought that perhaps you might also like these questions. (Feel free to do it in your own time or ignore as spoons allow. <3)

I know we love to talk about breaking the rules in writing and obviously, that not every piece of advice is one-size-fits all, but there is a lot to say about being able to speak with each other about what we have learned during our journey. I was wondering if you wouldn't share. (I also plan on poking some of the others to see what more we can shake out. The more the merrier, no?)

What is the most useful/helpful pieces of advice you ever received during your education in relation to writing?

Once you started to write, what was the most important thing that you learned about writing or its process?

Has your real life had any influence on your writing? If so, how?

What advice would you give to aspiring writers (be it fanfiction or original)?

I would, in fact, like these questions. Give me all the questions. I broke my own advice and deleted a paragraph of this and started over. Then I left and came back a few hours later.

1.) The most useful advice?

Your job is to tell a story. (Stop trying to push multiple things in a narrative, stop trying to impress people, stop wondering what the audience wants, you have one goal- anything extra is extra.) Motivation will not support you, but discipline will. (I wrote everyday, two days off a week. I did this for a year. That year has given me more stamina in terms of writing than any amount of inspiration ever has. Its the reason some stories can exist at all.) The job of a first draft is to exist. (It can't be good until its bad, it can't be bad if it doesn't exist.)

2.) Once you started to write, what was the most important thing you learned?

<Trying to remember when I started writing> Start small? I started a lot of big projects before I got comfortable doing small projects, and that hurt me in the long run, I think. It isn't a lack of discipline or ability on your part, don't get offended. Its just, small things are a huge confidence builder. I have so many unfinished works on my laptop, that it made me feel like a failure. Having several small completed works helped me have the confidence and know-how to look at a big project and go "no big deal." Also, contrary to popular belief, people do actually like small bits of fanfiction, gen fanfiction even. Short stories do have a market. Those small prompts are really helpful in boosting confidence and practicing in a non-stressful environment. Also, it helps work maintain an even amount of skill. My skills at the beginning of a story are much better than at my endings.

Technical stuff: Warming up will save me time and stress.. I can spend two hours looking at a blank screen or I can spend five minutes on typing exercises and ten minutes free writing. Sitting at a desk is more productive and better than sitting on my bed. I need to have some sort of caffeine and or water next to me. Walking beforehand eases out the jitters. I do better when I am not posting everytime I hit 1 or 5k.

Brand new information: Having a group of writers talking to you and encouraging you about your project makes writing a LOT easier. They give me a positive word and suddenly things start getting accomplished. Its magical. Being dependent on other people for motivation is not healthy, but it IS normal to need affirmation- my mind thinks of it as a really good dose of speed.

3.) Has your real life had any influence on your writing?

I had two immediate responses to this. One was, "I hope so" the other was "Damn, I hope not." A few things that have probably gotten into my writing: 1.) My relationship with disability 2.) Sometimes people have to live in unhealthy and uncomfortable situations. They live and their lives are still WORTH living, even if things aren't perfect. 3.) Sometimes life changes directions completely and you aren't you you thought you would be by the end. 4.) Some of my favorite fic authors 5.) My family history

There is also a Screwtape Letter's quote that really put my writing into perspective, or really any skilled labor. It eases a lot of insecurity, if this is what I am striving towards. > “The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more (or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another. The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbour's talents--or in a sunrise, an elephant, or a waterfall.”

4.) What advice would I give?

You have to let yourself suck. You have to let it be bad. You get good by being bad. Writing is an imperfect craft, and if you spend your time trying be perfect- its just going to add a layer of misery to what should be a joy. My friends and family have to drag me away from writing these days. I get irritable if I don't write, because the last little thing that was keeping me from writing- what was filling me with dread- was that need for perfection.

Stop hiding your work. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Do your time letting yourself work through it feeling like a chore. That is a normal part of the journey, feeling like each word is coming at a crawl and "I have no idea why I do this" and "This isn't good." I would compare it to doing scales or running laps. Its hard, repetitive, useless work- but after you've built up the skill and endurance, you can focus on the story you are writing- not if you can do it at all.

[septembersghost]

(1) the gen z/elvis ask was beautiful, and you can post this if you want so they can read it. i've been crying over him today because i'm so tender-hearted about how little his pain was recognized during his lifetime and still today. it isn't fair that he can be treated as a joke with how much of himself he gave to everyone, how hard he tried to find a way to be kind and considerate and entertaining to people who did not understand him. he loved people so much even when he could not get what he

needed from them, when he remained uncertain of why they were with him, whether they truly "got" him or if this lonely part of him would always be there, or if he was doing enough for them. and that is so inspirational to me BECAUSE of how very human it is. his impact on my life is so much stronger because i can see how complex and real and imperfect and fierce and loving he was, all at once. it inspires me to love myself and to love others better, and to not hold back because i'm waiting for everything to line up just right, or to be certain of the outcome, or to imagine that any of us can afford to reject each other because we fall short all the time. he would be so taken aback to know that the parts of himself he was afraid to share - his addictions, his depression, his fears, his ill-considered mistakes - made me love him more, made me understand my faith more, made me feel so, so moved and encouraged by him because he got down in the dirt with people and did not ask perfection from THEM before he gave them his love and time. so i am not going to expect perfection from anyone before i love them, starting with him and starting with me. :')

thank you darling ;____; and thank you so much for sending this. 💙💙💙

i haven't talked about this a lot, but i feel a certain connection to him regarding health stuff and the depression, and the way people can hold that against you in a certain way, and either tally it as some sort of failing or turn it into infantalization (there's probably a better word for that), instead of still seeing the person you are in your soul despite difficulties with your physical condition. your mentioning that he'd be taken aback if he knew that those things he was scared to share made you love him all the more reminds me of that, because i feel the same way. and it aches to think of that fear that people would view him as less because of it, yet i understand why that existed. we all struggle with that, the worry of being...never enough. not giving enough, not loving enough, not being enough. he had that expansive sense of love and that profound humanity and that transcendent spirit, and sometimes i think that's simply a lot to carry. when you have no choice and don't know a way of living except to give that, but hurt and loneliness is unavoidable too. the fact that he's been so often reduced to something else altogether (riley saying portrayals of him have been "silly." the idea of making someone into a parody? god.), it just pangs my heart because of all that he actually was.

i've been crying over him today because i'm so tender-hearted about how little his pain was recognized during his lifetime and still today. *hugs you tight* i get this completely. it's hard to understand that lack of recognition once you have fallen in love with him like we have, not only because it's distinctly unfair, but also because once you SEE and empathize with that, it feels impossible to ignore? it IS so tender, and i don't say that it has a spiritual element lightly either. it makes my breath catch a little because it hits me in such a direct and resonant place. it's not necessarily news to you that i gravitate towards people exploring love and exercising kindness, but the way he expressed that is distinct and powerful. exactly as you said, he didn't ask for perfection or hesitate to meet people where they needed him, that love and kindness was simply existent within him.

so i am not going to expect perfection from anyone before i love them, starting with him and starting with me. 😭🥺 i'm going to take the liberty of saying this would make him really happy. i know it would. it's difficult for me because i'm miss mirrorball world class hard-on-herself, only other people deserve love and understanding! yes i recognize that's irrational!, so reading this is honestly inspiring, and maybe he'd want me to do better with that too and i can keep trying. i just believe he'd welcome us in with such open arms.

everything you wrote here is so beautiful and so heartfelt, i'm very grateful you shared it and the love you have for him (and the film!), it made a difference to me before you even knew it did. it's a blessing in my life. i love him and i love you.

[anawkwardlady]

Hi! I hope I haven’t chosen an awkward time to ask you stuff (and that I hope you’re doing better/good. /gen <3) If so, then I don’t mind if you just… ignore this, but it’s been in my head all day, so I’ve returned to the Dame’s lair to ask further.

In Kuro II, when Ciel and Alois are sharing Ciel’s body (and Ciel is the one fronting, at the time), and Claude is butler-ing for Ciel (digging his characterisation into an even deeper, more unstable pit), he (Claude, digging the poorly written themes into an even deeper, more unstable pit) is brushing Ciel’s teeth.

That’s a whole scene. Yes, it’s weird. Yes, it was probably to make Claude even more of a weirdo (that shouldn’t have happened—silently rage-quitting at the fact that they did that, ultimately butchering his character… his actor in the The Making Of OVA was so right. He was our spokesperson, so to speak), but—despite seeing Sebastian do things like bathe Ciel, even in the manga—we’ve never seen Sebastian do that to Ciel (who is also fronting over Alois)?

It’s been a while since I’ve seen the episode, I’ll admit, but—seeing as Kuro II drifted significantly away from canon—not once do I recall picking up on the hint that Ciel, in the Kuro II universe, having Sebastian do that??

So… is it an Alois thing? I mean, I’ve wondered now and then, but your posts the other week about Alois wanting power and therefore asking/ordering Claude to feed him in front of company… this is why I wanted to ask your take on it, because it has a similar feel to it, you know?

Like, perhaps Alois wants to feel in control / want to feel cared for in a more intimate (intimate as in physically close, not sexual, although through the frost-tinted glasses of trauma, it could be perceived as the latter, in the characteristically sick, character study-type way, and not a morally sick, shipping-type way, because ew, gross) way? Perhaps he just wants to feel in control of Claude in a physically intimate, mock-emotionally-intimate/mock-loving way?

Maybe Alois is just clutching at straws. And Claude keeps snipping those straws. (Maybe if Alois knew what he wanted, to be loved, back when he contracted for Claude rather than when he contracted to Hannah, Claude would deliver an act of that love? Still deadpan, still distant, for that is what it is—an act as in a facade, not as in an action… perhaps that would make their situation even more tragic).

Sorry it’s so long (ask anybody who is anybody), I just like to ramble. Sorry! And… I hope you’re having a better/good day <3 /gen

Love your posts, love your takes (noms on your takes). And I hope you have a good one ♥️

Hey ! So i'm good and just woke up from a bad dream so it's distracting enough dont worry lol

So, you're right we never see it with Sebastian and at that time, I thought since Ciel was okay with letting Claude do it, it was a normal part of the routine we were simply not seeing (Although it would be weird, because Ciel's routine has been described in details multiple times but who knows). I do not know if butler did that type of thing but i'm not on the no side (because a quick research didnt came up with anything and Claude was literally on the first page lol).

I think as you said, it's maybe a bit like the food thing. Alois doesn't exactly knows how to use a butler but still assert some power and use Claude's abilities to the most. The thing I pointed out as weird in my food post is that Alois only asked Claude to feed him in public as far as we knows, it might really be that : not fully getting and using a butler abilities to the most as a way to assert his role as the master.

I also think that, like you said, Alois being quite love deprived and also touch deprived I would think, he would ask Claude to do a lot of little tasks like this as a substitution. I also think it's a way for Alois to force interactions with Claude and since Claude is doing them he can trick himself into thinking Claude is doing it out of love and care no matter how monotonous the whole thing is.

Maybe it's also a way for Alois to seek negative attention from Claude too. Claude is only maintaining the illusion of caring because he accepts to do all of this without any protest/better explaining, however it's going to be understood fast enough that no reaction is actually not caring. Alois maybe wants to push him as far as possible to see if Claude reacts. Conflict is a way to maintain a relationship too.

Anyway thats a lot of speculations but also you wanted my take of this sooo, voilà ! Hope you have a nice day/night !

[rq-smiley-face]

Hmhm. I DO have communication, our overall communication is good, but it's only a handful of us, so now I'm wondering if there's more I'm unaware of. There probably would be regardless, because, you know, system stuff. There's always at least one who's just. Hiding. The prospect of potentially making alters prog'ed to help us function better is a nice one. We are not immune to things like executive dysfunction and making something to run/do certain things automatically could be helpful. And if they're blank, its not like I'm hurting someone who doesn't want it. Because they're sorta lifeless.

I'm also examining some of my own behaviors, which I'll only list if given the okay because they may be triggering, and going: "huh." I know you said its okay but I feel the need again to apologize for rambling so much. It seems I like to talk just as much as you do!

As for the afformentioned fictive, he's also a hero of sorts! ...Kinda. If you ignore the murder. And the nationalism. And everthing else. (...its Homelander...)... But anyway, yea. I know damn well a bunch of bastards fucked him up, and since I cannot go kill them all directly and present him with their viscera, the best I've got is to help him through it. I just wanted to be sure I was taking the right angle at things before I tried talking to him about anything like that.

ashagdhsaf I'm glad you find me fascinating and helpful, btw, maybe you should tell me how... (/very nf, just... the complexes.... yk. /silly)

-🦌👁

On the Homelander front, we are familiar with his source (we have a Deep who is,, very fucked up to say the least) so I absolutely understand what levels of programming we're talking about, and it is INCREDIBLY likely that it would carry over, even unconsciously, because a lot of the time programmed behaviors are so ingrained that they might not even notice them. I recommend working through them slowly, and presenting yourself as a safe focal person! Some of our programmed alters (who we do not allow on this blog for their safety) feel most comfortable around people that will help them slowly work out of that programming (even if it means occasionally engaging in it to help them regulate)

You are more than allowed to discuss those things! I assure you that if there is a trigger, we will manage it ourselves /gen. we have very good self regulation, it's something we've been working on for a very long time. In fact, I myself shared some fairly intimate details of our trauma, so I assure you that it would be alright.

As for apologizing for talking, no need at all my friend! This has easily been some of the most interesting conversation I've ever made, I so rarely get to discuss this without having to censor it or be shamed for it. You are more than welcome to continue to send these asks!

And yes, having alters programmed to behave in ways that help the system is a really great way to work with that trauma and to take care of yourself while doing so. We've been trying to design and split a headmate for that exact cause (unfortunately we haven't mastered splitting organically, and have to take in traumatizing media to do so, so we've been putting it off)

We personally find you fascinating and helpful because you are allow us to open up and talk more openly about our trauma and experiences. One of our favorite activities in the entire world is educating, you allow us to engage in our passions and interests. And! You're a wonderful conversationalist! Though I also invite any anons who feel so inclined, to further discuss our deer (pardon the pun) anon!!

[estrangedaframian]

MOBILE-FRIENDLY GUIDELINES

Do

Send ic asks and memes! You are never bothering me with these, no matter how many.

Talk to me about your ideas for ships, threads, plots, etc. You may come into my inbox or DMs at any time, day or night. I LOVE hearing from my rp partners :)

Write me starters and tag me in stuff if you’re compelled to (provided it doesn’t break one of the below rules).

Don’t

Ask me about my day, my life, or anything overtly personal. I make exceptions for good buddies of mine, but I can’t stand it when people I don’t know from Adam start prying. I am in a bad situation that I can’t get out of; it burns when I have to be reminded of that. I’d rather not have to lie, ignore, or make something up just to satisfy someone, you know?

Reblog memes from me if we haven’t interacted. Please use the source whenever possible.

Say ‘Hi’ or [insert generic greeting]. Again, this doesn’t apply to my close friends. You KNOW who you are.

Ask me if I want to rp with you. If you wish to start writing with me, I expect you to do the leg work. Also, I expect you to have read my rules beforehand.

Expect romantic ships with Harry Warden or Soldier Boy; Harry is single ship with @pasiphaedemetriadevil’s Isis, and Soldier Boy aka Ben is single ship with @lovelylostminds’s Charlotte as female muses go and selective with male muses.

Fetishise LGBTQA+, religiousness, children/youth, or animals.

Send me random pics of my muse(s) faceclaim(s) or give me updates on their activities. I am am aware of the fact that I’m weird for being this way, but actors as themselves ooc trigger me really badly.

Use imagery of spiders or spider-esque things in our interactions ic or ooc. Even stylized ones will not be tolerated.

Talk about abusing animals or use animal-abusing imagery ic or ooc.

Wincest or Destiel. I don’t ship it and I won’t rp it. Platonic is fine. Any pics of Destiel or Cockles will be tagged for shipping partners that play one of the faceclaims involved. I am not endorsing either of the aforementioned ships.

Approach with OCs who are said to be related to Sam or Dean unless heavily discussed and on the condition that I already know you.

Banned fc(s): Danneel Harris, Gen Padalecki, Jonas Brothers, Imogen Poots, K-Pop members, Jack Nicholson, Madelyn Cline

Asterisk roleplay, such as *walks over to the table*. Dialogue for roleplays must be contained within a parameter e.g. quotation marks, brackets, etc. I will not respond if your character is speaking and it blends into the general narrative.

about the mun

Older than 28, GNC, he/they pronouns. Not searching for anything remotely romantic or sexual with my writing partners; I have life-ruining celebrity crusheslike the best of us but in practice I am asexual. However, I do very much enjoy sexual themes and shipping in rps, and I can of course appreciate male and female beauty for what it is, both fictional and real. Unapologetic vegan. I have several disabilities, so please try to be patient with my speech, tone, and overall writing. I am battling SEVERE depression, and I ask you to please bear this in mind when interacting with me ooc. That said, I try my best to be a good friend and writer in the rp community.

While mun ≠ muse, Dean is somewhat of a vicarious character for me, and he and I will share similar views from time to time. This may periodically result in my portrayal not adhering to canon or popular fanon, but do not use this to attack either myself or my muse(s).

I don’t support the canon spn finale in any way, shape, or form.

If I feel I can’t read your replies, grammatically speaking, I’m just going to drop it. Hot potato-style. Same goes if I feel like you’re not giving equal effort to the thread. Oh, and I can’t see those wack formats well.

If I receive too many asks of the same nature, from the same muse, I will simply delete the/certain of the asks at my discretion.

For my own comfort, I will block any and all bloggers who are self-proclaimed ‘Satanists’ (don’t care what the suffix is).

My only hard ‘no’ with any ship is non-con. Obviously will not ship any minor characters.

[pvbby-b1ush]

what happened between you and your ex?

Idk you just seemed obsessed (/pos, /nsrs) over him and would constantly gush about him (assuming this is your former best friend)?

again totally /nf because it’s totally none of my business but I found it kinda jarring how you went from all loving to saying he manipulated you! mwah take care of yourself

yea yea feel free to ask. i dont mind sharing

to start, i was obsessed and i loved him and i would gush over him because i was blissfuly unaware. at the time i did not know he was homophobic, transphobic and anti-furry and he wasn't about to reveal himself as such cause he obviously knew where my views were on those topics (and didnt care) and was having a great time manipulating me. he only started saying stuff after he had lost interest in me and that's what made me lose interest in him. /gen /srs

we used to formerly be best friends and he used to talk to me every day and all i knew about him basically was that he was a really fun guy who was rlly into art (like we would both talk about how we hated nfts and i assumed he was ok with furries. i think he knew i drew furries too so we were okay)

though i wasnt aware at the time he would manipulate me for his own benefit in ways i rlly didnt realize; he would do something flirty with me and brag about it to his friends (in front of me) and i didnt know how to process and understand it and i assumed that he liked me, because he was very flirty around me and he did things that would make me assume that he really liked me. we were basically in a situationship so i consider him my ex even though i never announced it (my homophobic parents dont believe in relationships before college! shocker. so that would have gotten me in massive trouble.)

he figured me out easy. he would do really sweet and flirty things and a lot of physical touch, he would text me and ask how i was doing, i could vent to him and he would vent to me and he would take the time to sit down with me and help me or talk with me. since forever nobody really cared about because i was the social outcast and since there were only 3 girls, everybody flocked around my 2 friends because they were pretty and they were overtly "girly" (and remember this is a christian community. though most of my friends are very respectful, i'm an alt tomboy so you can see how this goes) and my ex gravitated towards talking with me instead of them. and i don't get social cues and i couldn't figure out he was manipulating me the entire time

so we were in the same fandoms, talked about lotr and art and animation a lot. i thought we shared the same views on lgbtq and furries and everything cause there were times he would talk about his lgbtq+ friends and defend them and he was planning to be apart of the twitter art community when he could get a tablet

well he entered his last year of middle school (1 year younger than me) and more and more stuff started to happen. he would ignore me, he would kind of push me out of his life, then he said stuff that really made me raise an eyebrow and i completely lost feelings for him. basically i found out over time he was a bigoted manipulator who played a part to kind of befriend me and use me and make me happy until he got bored of me. literally after i started to finally process this, we had a fight cause he said something nasty about me and that fight basically announced i was done with him.

and to top it off, he started going to my cousin and doing the same thing he did to me. talking about her favorite topics, finding common ground, acting all flirty with her. he lost interest quick when he found out she didn't feel that way about him and now he's just kind of dormant. i still see him every week and i'm good friends with his brother (and his entire family). he basically ignores me

my parents know about this to an extent. i told them we liked each other and he would text me but nothing about flirting or physical touch or any of that. i also told them he manipulated me but they refuse to believe me and instead they believe him! shocker

so yeah. thats what happened

[black-academia]

hello, again!!! 🖤

~another tiny update: (this tiny update got out of hand lol) anyway...... i am, and have been, working on getting everyone who expressed interest access to my references (in organized and annotated form), and other helpful resources on this topic of research!

mostly, i just wanted to say thank you again for the support and interest! i was just so blown away by everyone’s likes, messages, comments, and well-wishes... every paper i’ve turned in to my advisor has had a dumb, shameless pun in the title, and i’ve literally interned at the U.S. library of congress... but 0.000003% of tumblr’s attention focused on my paper is what gets me flustered 😭

(p.s. there's a little more info below the cut!)

so, i have decided to present the information from my research in a more accessible format... as a black first-gen immigrant community college-graduate with disabilities, who is finally about to graduate after like a decade of health stuff getting in the way of school, i’m really passionate about making sure everyone feels included in spaces like the one i’ve been trying to create using this blog... so, i mean, i could just share a long list of references… but slogging through dense academic sources can be really discouraging for some, and i’d love for as many people to get something out of this project as possible.

i envision (in approximate order of posting):

a fairly dry post of references with short annotations pointing to the useful sections + links that lead to the sources, with ideally nothing behind a paywall;

a second post covering my full paper and the main and supporting arguments, evidence, and of course, a controversies' section lol;

and i promise it won’t begin with “oookay tumblr,,, let me learn you a heckin’ thing!!!” :3

+ smaller occasional posts where i dive into a tangent i find interesting, or ~you~ find interesting and want additional information on... (have you been wondering something about my paper... or anything else? you can just ask me!)

also, in other good news, i’d like to share that I’ve been awarded a great slot in the conference i mentioned and will be presenting The Paper in, like, 10 days (!!!)

however, i am literally the embodiment of several mental illnesses and compulsive perfectionism in a trench coat pretending to be a perfectly functional, neurotypical human being, in her last semester of college... so please bear with me on timelines for the big posts.

tbh you can just ignore the photos up there... that’s just me messing around with formatting and completely abusing my newfound power of image background removal... EXCEPT!!! those are cool model livers for divination!!!: (1) Babylonian clay liver (2050-1750 BCE); (2) a liver model from Mari with the omen of siege (2000 BCE); (3) Liver of Piacenza (~100 BCE).

lastly (!) i would also love, if you’ve read this far, if you could let me know what has been your fave content from this space... i LOVE all the moodboards and the dark academia aesthetic posts, especially with minority representation (and will be making more myself when i have more time)… but i’m trying to make this space more interactive and bump up the academia in “dark academia”, rather than have it mainly be a space where i episodically resurface to reblog moodboards to thousands of people every few weeks.

but yeah! thank youuu again, especially if you read this far, and my inbox is always open!!!

- Sai 🖤

[radioactivesweet]

GSOSGSK Gregory is also fine as hell😩😩

If that's okay could i request the p4 or just Edgar and Gregory with a chaotic s/o reader? And by chaotic i mean gen z chaotic--

they're not afraid to ruthlessy beat the shit out of a homo/transphobe but they'll start to cry if they have to go ask for something to a teacher bc anxiety, or they randomly bring them weird things/small animals they found bc why not?? (Once they brought them a frog they caught nearby the gazebo they all have tea at and went "this is my son, say hi to Gerard! :D"), they're also very touchy/affectionate (if they're both comfortable with it!!).

Btw if the reader is modern or not (bc of the gen z thing) is up to you cause i'd like the reader to have that chaotic energy but pretty much no one in that time period is THAT chaotic so yeah lol- if they are then i could see them showing them shit from their world like their phone and stuff. Sorry about the over used trope in my requests i love that trope sm- but ignore this part lol

Also, this is random but i live for Ciel and McMillan being friends 🥺🥺 they're so wholesome gskxtsidg😭💕

I GOT SUCH A CRUSH ON THIS EMO BOY

Btw I'm doing all of them because I like the chaotic energy woxjfdkuduugoejrie

IKR McMillan deserved more screentime, he's such a cutie

BTW I'M SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT GFYTCIIVFTIDNO wished I had written it sooner because I like this request so much gohgauiugugiaiuga

++ yesterday I've kinda started simping for Herman with his hair down, he looks so good this way

Edgar finds poetic and suited for the Red House the dedication you put in defending people's rights and would probably ask you to give a speech about it. At first it would be awkward, you in front of a crowd of bored highschoolers, but then something would click and you start talking about how disrespectful and close minded the society they live in is.

He will be very nervous whenever you try to get Gerard close to him. Edgar is really trying to get himself to like the frog, but can't do anything about it. Just don't try to make them get along because it's not going to work out. But he is happy to know that you could befriend it. Maybe he will try too to befriend some little creature, but it won't be a slimy frog.

It's the Victorian Age and this man wears make-up (when it was considered an abomination). You would probably get along about gender-related matters and prejudices based on one's appearance.

Sometimes you are bit too overwhelming and chaotic for him, because of him being way more on the quiet side, but nonetheless appreciate when you stop people from being rude to the members of the Violet House - since they are generally those mistreated the most out of Weston College's Students.

Gregory is really fond of Gerard too and would often draw it, while having Herman posing for him.

He might freak out if you are too clingy and try to hug him without him expecting it.

Lawrence thinks you are the most reasonable person he has ever met and can't comprehend how there aren't many people supportive of others like you. Sometimes he finds your behaviour odd and annoying, but likes you anyway.

He doesn't get why you find so hard talking with teachers and when you tell him that's because of anxiety he has even more questions about it. He also has questions about where have you found Gerard and why you decided to bring it to the Prefects' gazebo but knows that it would be useless to ask you. Just keep it away from him and there won't be any problems.

You can be touchy, but don't try to take his glasses off.

Herman wonders how he couldn't think about how rights weren't respected earlier and loves how open minded you are. He is going to support you beating the shit out of racist/homophobe/mysoginist people whenever he gets the chance. Also, the Green House shares one braincell, so they are all going to help you too. Might also try to involve the other Houses in projects about being more respectful toward everyone.

He is also going to be very confused when you almost start crying because of anxiety when he asked you if you could back to the classroom and tell the teacher about a thing he needed. Herman thought he said something offensive but didn't know what.

Gerard will be his son. Gerard Grenhill souns nice and Gerard is also green, so the perfect mascotte for the Green House and the perfect son for him.

[ebonyslasher]

I used to love watching metalopcalypse when I was younger and remembered my crush I had on Toki.

So naturally, I had stuff flowing through me that I had to write down

Toki Wartooth Gen Headcanons:

He has a collection of stuffed animals that all have names and backstories. Often talks to them and asks if they are doing ok and how their day was. It's super cute

(if you give him one as a 🎁, he will spend a whole day trying to pick out the perfect name and backstory 💕)

Insecure due to how he's ignored and treated - mainly by Skwisgaar. Really frustrated at how arrogant his 'friend' can be and thinks he's superior.

Will go on a tirade that's full of hurt and anger. It makes him feel better but it's taxing on his spirit

(he appreciates that you stay and listen, even when there are moments that hard to watch. He will want hugs and encouraging words- and will do the same for you!)

Eats up any compliment given to him, he's so starved for any type of nice ass comment. He's also longs for physical and verbal affection. He never really grew up with that in his life.

Out of the two, verbal affection really hits different for him

Doesn't realize how attractive he is. The only thing keeping him from being considered a 'norse' god is that he doesn't have powers.

That beautiful long hair, those soft yet piercing artic eyes, and that body is like a sculpture. All of him is just 'Wow'

Toki has a notably sweet personality, which contrasts from his bandmates.

(He would treat you so right....like genuine royalty)

Overprotective over his s/o. Mainly because-to him- everyone he loves or gets close to dies horribly (or gets fucked up). It's always been a fear of his, which has affected the way he handles relationships.

(Toki is surprised you've lasted long and very grateful of that. Will try to see where you are and give you bodyguards to ensure your safety)

Wants to cook food from his home country. Even though he doesn't have great memories there, food always brought comfort

(It'll be very telling on how much he loves you if he cooks his home food for you. He's sharing the only good piece from his past with you)

Does crazy ass exercises so effortlessly. Toki has had conversations with people while running🏃🏻‍♀️ on the treadmill at full speed. It's a little scary.

His hair is so pretty because he makes sure to keep it healthy. Taking time to examine it and getting the right products for it.

(he'll he right beside you, on the floor in front of a mirror, just bonding over doing each others' hair)

Whenever deathklok is stopped in a city/country, Toki likes to explore. He just wishes he could do it by himself

(With you, he makes an effort to go on dates in places he hasn't been to before)

Usually spends his time playing games, working on his scale models, and coloring.

He was worried about the way he spoke English. But after hearing from strangers that he sounds cute, he feels much better about it

Isn't on social media much, mainly uses the internet to watch youtube videos, look up random stuff on google, or play old flash games.

[make-me-imagine]

Red Roses: “I Love You” - Bucky Barnes Ending

Valentines Special: Day Nine

Day One: Morning Glories  //  Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers  //  Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips   // Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus  //  Day Eight: Daffodils (Post with rest of the character endings)

Plot: It’s finally Valentines Day, the day the reader will finally learn who it is that had been leaving them flowers and notes expressing their secret feelings. 

Pairing: Gen!Neutral Reader x Bucky Barnes

Triggers: None     

Words: 2,233 (this is the longest ending I think but it’s mostly because of the lead up to the reveal/admission) 

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February 14th

As the morning light lit up your room and you slowly woke up, you found that you had no memory of falling asleep. Stretching, you stayed in your bed for a few moments before slowly sitting up. Hearing a crinkling sound under your leg, you checked, finding the note from the previous nights bouquet delivery. You suddenly remembered that you had been lying on your bed, reading over the note. You must have drifted off to sleep at some point. Though, you had faint memories of weird and uncomfortable dreams, but no specifics stuck in your memory. 

The realization that today was Valentines Day hit you, and you were suddenly filled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. You took a few deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. Today is the day, when everything changes. 

Getting out of bed, you got ready for the day. Knowing that you still had work to do today before the party this evening. You would try your best not to think about what was going to happen today. Even though you didn’t know for sure when it would happen exactly. Before the party, during, after?

You left the tower shortly after getting ready, you needed to go to the SHIELD base today, Fury had some assignments for you. Hopefully whatever he had for you would be distracting. 

Once you arrived you got right to work, tracking and scouting the possible group that sent the team after the SHIELD base. You never left the SHIELD building, instead, tracking them from drones and satellites. You were gathering information on their movements and number of people. Taking a few breaks throughout the day to work on some other assignments. 

Around 5pm, Fury came back to check on you and your progress. After updating him, he sat down on the corner of the table next to you, staring down at you. 

“So, got any plans for tonight?” 

“Uhh, just attending Tony’s party.” 

He nodded his head “Nothing else?” he questioned, something in his tone seemed off. 

Turning, you eyed him for a moment before rolling your eyes “Which one told you, Nat or Clint?” 

He smirked “Told me about what?” 

Knowing his game, you turned back around “Nothing.”

He chuckled “Okay, yeah, Romanoff mentioned the flowers, and being a romantic myself, I am naturally curious, so, do you know who it is yet?”

You sighed as you turned back to him “No, I don’t....but, tonight I am supposed to find out...”. He was the first person you actually told that too. No one else knew that they had planned to show themselves tonight. Not unless the secret person told someone else that is. 

“Ooh” he laughed “Well then, you better go get ready.”

“What? The party isn’t for another three hours.” 

“Well you’ve got to dress to impress right? Go, go!”

“I- “

“That’s an order Agent” he said with a more serious tone. 

Closing your opened mouth, you stood as he stared at you expectantly, after taking a few steps away you turned back to him “I never knew you to be a romantic.”

He smiled at you “Oh yeah, love that shit. Ever read Pride and Prejudice?” you reacted with surprise and an amused smile at this as he continued “It’s a secret passion though. Secret, got it?” 

You returned his smile and nodded “Yes sir” before turning to leave, feeling the anxiety you had tried to run from fill your thoughts again. Upon thinking more about the party, you realized that you never actually planned out anything to wear. 

- - -

You stared at the possible outfits you had laid out on your bed, you had narrowed it down to three. You figured that the party was probably ‘black tie optional’ but definitely ‘party-esque’. So, getting rid of the more extravagant outfit, you were stuck between the silky black outfit, and the gold and black outfit. You finally decided on the gold and black, you would match with the decor a bit more. 

There was a little over an hour left until the party actually started, so you got dressed and finished getting ready, before you sat down at your desk. You grabbed the small container you had been storing the notes in and opened it, reading over the notes one more time. Looking around at the flowers placed around your room, you were almost melancholy that most of them had begun to wilt. The potted plants were still thriving, though the flowers were beginning to die as well. 

You remembered that you still needed to press one of the daffodils before they began to wilt. Deciding to do it now, you clipped off one of the prettiest blooms and took out your supplies. By the time you had finished and put the flowers away, pressed underneath some heavy books, you checked the clock, seeing that the party had technically begun about 15 minutes earlier.

Rising, you quickly grabbed your stuff before heading out the door and to the elevator. While in the elevator you began to feel antsy, your anxiety rising. When the doors opened, you walked out into the hall, seeing some people mingling, the sound of music coming from the main room.

Waking past and saying hello to a few people you knew, you entered into the main room, seeing around 50 people had already arrived, some of the avengers scattered throughout the room. You and Natasha saw each other, and met in the middle of the room. 

As she smiled at you, you felt a growing intensity. “Hey, I was wondering if you were going to show up at all, most of us were down here already.” she asked as you stopped in front of each other. 

“Oh, yeah sorry I got distracted and forgot to check the time.”

She smiled but seemed to be studying you, she spoke again, a bit quieter than before “Are you alright? Did something happen?” 

You hesitated for a moment as you looked around “I just...” you let out a small sigh “I’m supposed to learn who has been leaving the flowers tonight.” you finally said as you watched her reaction. 

She smiled lightly “Yeah, I figured.”

“Do you know who it is? I mean, you don’t have to tell me, but just. Do you?”

She seemed to think for a moment “I...think I know. But, you know I’m not gonna say anything. But just...” she placed her hands on your shoulders “Relax. Don’t overthink too much, it’ll be aright.”

You nodded your head “Yeah I know, it’s just, this sort of thing doesn’t happen a lot you know?” 

You both chuckled, as she looped her arm through yours “I’ll stay with you for a while, we’ll get a drink and some food okay?”

You smiled at her “Thanks Nat.” 

- - -

You had mingled with Nat, Sam, Clint and Rhodey for a while before you all scattered to mingle elsewhere. A lot more people had arrived and the tower was getting pretty crowded. Anytime you saw or talked with one of the other’s you felt as though at any moment they could tell you it was them. 

It started to overwhelm you a bit, so you decided you needed a breather. Finding an empty balcony, you walked out into the cool air, staring out at the bright city. You leaned over on the railing, closing your eyes and taking a breath. 

You hadn’t seen that Bucky had been watching you, and followed you when he saw you leave. So you jumped slightly when you heard a voice from behind you “Y/n?”

Turning, you see Bucky peaking out of at you, taking a step out, he closed the door behind him as he spoke “Are you alright? I saw you leave and though something might be wrong.”

You smiled at him as he watched you from by the door, his hands behind his back as he watched you closely. “I’m alright Buck” you lied. 

He nodded his head as he walked over to you, he could tell you were lying, but he decided not to press. Making sure he kept his hands hidden, he leaning against the railing, and looked out at the city for a few moments before he spoke again “How’d the flower pressing go?” 

“Oh, it went well, I like the way they are turning out so far.” you smiled, welcoming the conversation, but feeling a pang of disappointment as you remembered how Bucky reacted when you told him about the flowers. You had hoped it was him, and that when you told him about the flowers, maybe he’d give in and tell you that it had been him the whole time.

He nodded his head a few times in understanding “I think it’s really nice that you want to keep them in some way” you shared a smile, as you tried to ignore the lasting disappointment. Bucky cleared his throat a bit as you noticed his demeanor change as he straightened back up “So, uh, how do you think these would look pressed?” he asked as he pulled a small bouquet of red roses from behind his back.

You straightened up as well as you stared at the flowers, your heart now beating heavily in your chest, how did you not see those? Looking between the flowers and Bucky you opened your mouth but remained speechless, unsure of how to react. Bucky watched you expectantly for a moment as you gathered yourself, you finally let out a breathy sigh and smiled, meeting his eyes. “It’s you?”

He shrugged slightly in response “Is that surprising? Or, disappointing?” 

You shook your head “No, no, you...were actually, who I was really hoping it would be.” you said somewhat shyly. 

A smile spread across his face as you said this, clearly relieved. Passing you the flowers, he watched as your smile grew as you smelled them before looking back up at him “They’ll go great with the others” he smiled at you as you fiddled with them a bit “Don’t...red roses mean.. I love you?” you asked as you met his eyes.

He nodded his head lightly before speaking almost in a whisper “Yes, they do. And...I do” he let out a small sigh, as if relieved and happy to finally be admitting  “I love you. I’m not sure for how long exactly, but...”

“I love you too Bucky” you muttered, the sentence alone making your heart feel as thought it was going to explode. “And, they’re beautiful” you muttered “Thank you.” you looked down at the flowers again.

He took a small step closer to you, bringing his hand to your chin as he tilted your head up, so you’d look at him “I also meant every word that I wrote ya’ know.”

“I know.” you smiled at each other before you spoke again “But, how did you get the flowers to my door the days when you were around me?”

He thought for a second “It actually wasn’t that hard, the Salvias, I left one of the times I left the gym when you were running, the Lisianthus when I went to go get my wallet.”

“And what about the Camellias, how did I not catch you?” 

He let out a breathy chuckle “Wanda. She found out the day before, she caught me with the sunflowers, so I asked her to help me out.”

“Oh” you chuckled “Who else knew?” you asked out of curiosity. 

“Just Sam and Steve. But I think some of the others might have figured it out too.” He hesitated for a moment before speaking again “I was really afraid that, you’d want it to be someone else, but, then, when you told me about wanting to press them, it gave me a new sense of hope.”

You smiled at him “I was kind of afraid when you didn’t really show much response, since I was hoping it was you. But, I guess it makes sense, you are pretty good at keeping secrets” you laughed “But I am very happy that it is you.”

Returning the smile he inched a little closer, bringing his hand back to your face “I only ever want you to be happy.” He paused for a second "Can I...?”

Knowing what his question was, you leaned a bit closer as well, nodding slightly, and whispering out “Yes.”

Meeting each other with a slow passionate kiss, your heart continued to beat rapidly in your chest, but no longer out of fear or anxiety, but out of excitement and joy. When you pulled away Bucky smiled at you “Since we both don’t really want to be here, wanna go somewhere else? Go for a drive, get some decent food?” he asked in reference to Tony’s choice of a “romantic dinner”. 

You chuckled “Tony will be mad.”

“So?” he asked with a smirk.

Smiling, you looked towards the frosted balcony doors, hearing the music and chatter of people, most of whom you didn’t even know. Looking back at Bucky, you nodded your head “Okay.” 

Reaching down, he took your hand in his with a smile before he pulled you back inside. You managed to sneak out of one of the side doors, only seen by a few, including Wanda and Steve, who spotted you at the same time, meeting eyes from across the crowd, they shared wide happy smiles. 

xx xx xx xx xx

I hope this was okay, I’m really bad at bringing one shots to a close, so they often end abruptly. But I hope you liked it!!

[pynkhues]

.... any succession fic recs? 👀

Yes!! I haven't read a lot for it yet, but some of the stuff I've read has been staggeringly good. I'm generally more into gen fic in this particular fandom, but have enjoyed some Stewy x Kendall, Gerri x Roman and Naomi x Tabitha too.

A few recs under the cut!

“I wanted to get out. From under all this. Take the money and run.”

Kendall tells Stewy even though he knows he’ll never get it, not like Naomi does. He’ll never understand the crush of it, the heart-stopping head-fucking fear of failing a tyrant. Kendall’s been ignoring the shape of it for a long time, putting pieces of it together in the back of his mind in total darkness like a blindfolded man. It doesn’t matter that one day his dad will die. It doesn’t matter about the money or the hostile takeover or the stolen files or any of it. There’s no running. Kendall’s Logan Roy lives inside his head.

Stewy laughs. Stewy laughs for a long time.

“There is no out, Ken, what the fuck are you talking about? You were born this and you’ll die this. You are what you are, and what you are is a fucking Roy.”

Kendall hates him, for a moment. Lightning-strike furious. What the fuck does he know about any of it, about his dad’s swinging dinner plate-sized hands, about getting 24% name recognition in reliable international polling, about puking every time you think about a car swerving off the road in the rain. About finding out that you can do something unthinkably, unimaginably terrible, and it doesn’t matter to anyone you know but you. There’s a scar on his arm that no one else who hasn’t already been told how it got there can ever know about, and he’s sick of it, and it’s not fair. He hates Stewy for a moment because Stewy’s right.

“I wanted to do the right thing, Stewy, for once in my fucking life.”

Stewy laughs again, more briefly, and the predator flash of his eyes in the neon of the motel sign is a torture all its own.

‘There is no right and wrong, Ken. How the fuck do you not know that yet? Not for people like you. Like us. There’s shit you get caught doing and there’s shit you don’t.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You really, really fucking don’t,” says Ken, and fuck, there it is. The road less travelled, that only he has ever driven on. The path he’s down where Stewy can’t follow. That place beyond Stewy Hosseini where he never thought he could go.

“You’re not telling me something, and when I find out what that is, and I will find out what it is, Kendall, don’t you think I won’t, so I am warning you that when I do find out I am going to be righteously fucking pissed,” says Stewy, and if Kendall thought those were a predator’s eyes before—

“Yeah, you will,” says Kendall, because he knows exactly how perceptive Stewy is. Exactly how weak he is. Exactly, precisely what both of them are.

And treat this night like it’ll happen again by postcardmystery. 8k words. Kendall x Stewy. Post s2. (CW: internalised homophobia, some homophobic language)

I tried to pick a shorter excerpt, but I literally couldn’t, this fic is so. good. The voices are pitch perfect, and it’s got this incredible build to it overall that goes back and forth between time and point of views and just rips your heart out. The premise itself is pretty simple – after the press conference at the end of 2.10, Kendall calls Stewy, and they drive through rural America while Kendall has a breakdown, and it’s just - - unspeakably good. I love it so so so much, I have no words.

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AITA for accusing my father of multiple crimes on his own news station? By amleth 3k words. Gen fic. Post s2.

And now for something completely different – epistolary fic which is just reddit news threads of the Roy family drama. I love an epistolary fic and this is just totally charming, and made me laugh a lot out loud.

“You’re quiet,” she observes. “That’s a first.”

“Yeah, well, the Turks beat it out of me. Gave you a run for their money.” He waggles his eyebrows. “So what is this? Whips and chains? Are we doing the whole boat-sex thing? I heard Shiv and Tom are looking for a third —“

Gerri finds what she’s looking for: a black leather binder. She drops it on the bed and begins paging through it, and Roman cranes his neck enough to recognize that it’s just full of documents, not like, dick pics. “I’ve given some thought to what you proposed a few weeks ago, and I agree that we should make things official in some way,” she says, and he blinks.

“Uh,” he says. “Which — what part of it?”

“Take a look.”

Gerri closes the folio and hands it over. It’s deceptively heavy, and the print on these pages is way too fucking fine, he thinks, paging through it. “Is this some kind of, like, Fifty Shades of Roy sex contract? Because it’s not that I’m not into it, but I think there’s a strong argument for going paperless —”

“Strictly speaking, this isn’t legally binding,” Gerri says. “Just something I threw together with regard to our business arrangement going forward. But with no respect to the family — the past few weeks have really illustrated that no one should take anyone at their word right now. Give me a little more than your word.”

Evacuation strategies for a yacht on fire by devourthemoon. 11k words. Gerri x Roman. Post s2. Explicit.

After the events of s2, Roman and Gerri fake being married as a professional alliance, only, y’know, maybe it’s not so fake. This fic is just so, so much fun, and messy in the best possible way. The author nails all the character voices, and the sex scenes are just the right amount of hot and ridiculous, and I just love it all a lot too.

Kendall estimates it will take an hour for the first articles to go up. Some rapid-fire blog without oversight—the New York Post, maybe, or wherever those Vaulter hippies have skulked off to—will slap a catchy headline on it and report his words verbatim. Give or take a gif of his face when he switches to script number two. New York Times, Washington Post, AP, those fuckers take longer. They like to bleed the story like Middle Ages plague doctors for its marrow, fact-check and add context and analysis and as many backlinks as their servers can handle. Still, a couple of hours, and his face will be plastered on every major news outlet. His voice will play over the nightly talk shows. He’ll trend on Twitter. A few more days, and he’ll be the star of analysis segments, podcasts, weekly briefings. Maybe, fuck it, maybe he’ll trend on Twitter again.

It’s been years since Kendall read Shakespeare. But that shit sticks with you, gets under your skin and emerges when you least expect it, like eczema or Keynesian economics. He knows how the media will spin this. Kendall Roy Attacks CEO Logan for Years of Corruption. Prodigal Son Disrupts Family Legacy to Restore Credibility. That’s how Hamlet ends, right? And Macbeth, Lear, Othello, Romeo and Juliet, even Titus fucking Andronicus. The spilled blood sinks into the ground, the seedlings sprout forth from the soil, and a new castle is built on the bones. Order out of chaos, or at least close enough an approximation that the tabloids will buy it.

Legacy for profit by owlinaminor Post-2.10. Kendall Roy. Kendall through Shakespeare analogies – just - - ooooof. It's a beautiful, lyrical character study that weaves through Roy family history and teases at a future none of them are even sure they want. It's gorgeous writing.

For the next few days Shiv would have to keep the pressure on Kira like an open wound because there were other women, victims that Nate’s people were going to find one by one as soon as that phone call disconnected. Mo was her father’s friend, good friend, for a long, long time. Nate and Gil, Sandy and Stewy, too many sharks in the water and the share price probably dipped to a new low but she would never check a stock ticker. Her husband’s nerves fraying at the edges on national television. She had promised a woman she’d never met before that she would kill roughly one third of the top male executives of her family’s company. Her company.

The last look Rhea gave her before she shut the car door was concern close to fear—no longer the same woman who heard their pitch in the safe room, who laughed with her at Argestes. Rhea had only looked into the abyss; she got cold feet and she didn’t even know what it’s like to grow up in it.

Her family’s company is hers, will be hers. Even from a whale fall, new life would spring.

Feed his flesh to wayward daughters by reogulus. 2k words. Shiv Roy. Set during 2.09.

This entire fic is set around Shiv bribing Kira not to testify, and god, it is so good. It’s bleak and rough, and really hones in on the complex ground Shiv walks as a character. It's another brilliant study of what it takes to be a Roy, and the way they make the awful choices in order to fulfill this legacy that they don't even know they want.

Kendall sets down his fork. “So. Tell me. Is it everything you wanted? Is it what you thought it would be?”

Roman stills. He never does that. He’s constantly a menace in motion, slouching and fidgeting, worse even than Kendall at his amphetamine peak. “What? The view from the tippy-tippy-top?”

“His regard.” Kendall wipes his mouth with the edge of the white cloth napkin. It comes away pink from the steak. “Dad. He’s all yours now.”

Roman still hasn’t moved. Finally, he lurches, like corroded machinery come uncertainly to life. “Yeah, man. It’s fucking tight as hell. I love every beautiful daddy and me moment I was a good enough little boy to earn.” He snorts. “Fuck you.” His face goes curiously slack then, like something Kendall’s own face would do. An intermission in the performance, an energy cut. Something genuine finding its way to the surface. “Why don’t you tell me. When you got everything you wanted, how the fuck did that make you feel?”

Nauseous, is the first word that springs to mind. Sick. Scared. I’ve never had everything I wanted, there’s that. I’ve never once had a single fucking thing I wanted. There’s that, too.

Interim leadership by arbitrarily 2k words. Roman + Kendall. Post s2.

I love Roman and Kendall scenes generally, but this one which features Kendall and Roman meeting for the first time a few months after the press conference in 2.10 is just a bit magic. The push pull dynamic that's just inherent to them mixed with the genuine affection and brotherly love is really special, and arbitrarily embraces both in equal measure. It's a great little fic.

There are lots more of course, and I'd also recommend checking out other works by these authors, but I hope this is a good place to start! :-)

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* I am way on my SW bullshit right now because TBB but it will probably pass once we're a few months into the Year of Hell waiting for S3. Probably. Maybe. Look, no promises. lol what was I thinking

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6 & 7 + GenGeal?

Ignore my inability to read last I requested bc I didn't realize I was supposed to send two of the prompts, whoopsie

Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

6. Bookshop AU

7. Florist AU

No problem with that. I misread stuff all the time.

Angeal and Genesis were childhood friends. Emphasis on were. They did everything together for years. Then it changed. It was a combination of multiple things. Genesis's parents didn't really approve of Genesis being best friends with their gardener's son. They started pushing the two apart. Then Angeal's father died very suddenly...and it changed Angeal. Genesis didn't like it. He wanted things to go back to the way they were. Later he'd realize he was an ass and had no idea what death or grief really meant. Angeal broke off the friendship, telling Genesis he was mean now and he didn't want to see him anymore. Genesis was infuriated by that and swore he'd never forgive Angeal. He lied about that. When he heard Angeal and his mother were moving he ran over before they left and told Angeal he was sorry and please not to go. Angeal smiled and said he forgave him, but he was leaving because he was going to school somewhere else. They hugged goodbye, but Genesis still felt betrayed for some reason.

Genesis spent a lot of his teenage and young adult life being a "disappointment" to his parents. He didn't like business, had no interest in being a doctor, and hated the idea of practicing law. Those were his three options. Instead he lost himself in his school library and began to believe in the power of books more than money. Books told truths and lies, stories and histories and each had a power for a different person. He loved them, he wanted to share that. His parents completely cut him off when he said he was opening a bookshop. He didn't care. He lived above it for three hard years, barely making ends meet, but he had the books and he felt happy for the first time since he lost his friend. But through enough hard work, his shop starts to have some success. He gets very proud of his shop, especially when he expands. Then again when he adds several tiny libraries to the front.

Genesis was eyeing the lot down the road when it was suddenly snatched up. He was only a little bitter about that. At least it wasn't a rival bookshop. He grumbled when he saw a good half get dug up and some plants starting to come in next to the building. It was a some sort of greenhouse. He'd have to close a lot of his windows now or he'd get infested with bugs. He feels like a snoop watching the building and garden go up. Once the sign is there Genesis has a pretty good idea who his neighbor is: It's a flower shop, they grow and sell their own flowers. Not really competition. Genesis even thinks maybe they're get more people on the street for his books. But he pretends he's not happy about it.

He gets more pissy when a help wanted sign goes up about the same time as he's putting his up. He just now is getting enough to get some help and now the flowers are getting more takers than him. Luckily, Genesis does get his help with a young Tifa Lockhart, wanting out of the bartending business. She's tough and strong and is just great with customers. The flower shop gets some girl to really tend the garden. Genesis still doesn't know who is the real owner, at least not until he gets bumped into restocking one of the libraries out front. He's carrying some boxes when he nudges into Genesis on accident. He apologises and Genesis sees...someone really familiar. "Angeal...Hewley?" he says, not believing his eyes. Angeal smiles and nods, but doesn't seem to recognize Genesis in turn and keeps going. Genesis is super pissed about that.

Genesis ire doesn't really fade when Angeal steals his tiny library idea and put out little baskets of his flowers for people walking by to just take. Genesis sends Tifa out to take some. She does a great job making a pretty floral arrangement on the libraries. Unfortunately, Tifa keeps running into Angeal's helper...and the two hit it off almost immediately. How is Genesis supposed to keep this petty war alive if Angeal and Aerith are so goddamn nice? He really admits Aerith is nice, she brings a bunch of flower books for the libraries and it really adds a nice touch. Angeal keeps giving Genesis friendly waves, though never really greets him. That just steams Genesis. How dare Angeal forget him and then just pretend it's not a big deal.

Genesis goes out to refresh the flower displays for the tiny libraries...when he notices a new book is there. Some passages are marked. He looks up at his flowers...then at the book, then back at the flowers. His temper flares up. He stomps over to the flower shop and bursts in interrupting Angeal and Aerith. "If you wanted to tell me something you didn't have to use your dumb secret flower language." Angeal smiles, "well I wanted to get your attention properly Genesis." "I KNEW YOU REMEMBERED ME YOU LIAR," Genesis explodes. Angeal laughs. He and Genesis hug, one to make up for almost ten years apart. Angeal is so proud of Gen's bookshop, it's exactly what he hoped Genesis would be up to. Genesis demands he come over often enough to make up for this god-awful prank. But he seems happy when Angeal agrees.

[spinninghunkofspacerock]

OK SO FIRSTLY

WHY do people think of Romans as this super wealthy nation when the majority were living in very poor conditions and work was few and far between in ancient rome (there were obviously wealthy people but like- why are we ignoring all the other stuff) ANYWAY so I'm currently going through Horace's satires and it's so good I'm actually really enjoying it- Horace grew up around the same time as Virgil and they both grew up will civil war going on all the time

anyway Horace is criticizing people who are buying fancy foods like peacock because it's basically the same as a chicken once the skin is off, those people just wanna look fancy. and like- it's so weird how literally nothing has changed. he says how people need to be less greedy and stop following trends and at one point he literally says 'if you said that seagulls tasted good I'm sure everyone would be eating them soon' that's not an exact quote but it's good enough but YEAH that's just like today - we all follow the trends and THIS is why we got talking about pineapples because yk how Victorians used to hire pineapples just to have as decoration

anyway Horace is talking about this farmer throughout the whole thing called offelus (I think I spelt that wrong but oh well) and THE FARMER LOSES HIS FARM 😭 SOBBING RN OMG

he still farms the land but isn't the owner of the land- and it just shows how war ravaged their land and it's just carried on throughout all of history which we can see now with what's happening in ukraine

this is literally the best infodump darling thank you for sharing it was super interesting <3 /gen

[infinitegalahad]

RAY IN THE BATHROOM

Summary: Ray is hiding in a bathroom and has a panic attack over the fact that his only real friend and the love of his life has (supposedly) left him for Brad.

Word-Count: 2.1k

Warnings: References of suicidal thoughts, ptsd, and severe anxiety. Brad is a semi-asshole. Hop on the angst train (with fluff at the end!)

A/N: I was listening to Be More Chill because let's just say that I can heavily relate to Micheal In The Bathroom due to recent events in my life. So then again, what better way to cope then using my biggest kin, Ray Person, in a totally not self indulgent fic?? Also as for the prompt requests-i'm working on them! Sorry, school has been bad. I'm keeping a promise to myself to release at least once a a week and I'm on a gen kill rampage. Idk what else to add so enjoy!

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Ray doesn’t expect himself to be hanging in the bathroom at their first year reunion. But instead of “hanging”, he’s hiding. Those emotions that never come out are now coming back to haunt him. Ray knows he can't hide behind a shit eating grin and sunglasses. He leaned up against the tub inside of the cramped room, his sunglasses tucked into the neck of his polo as tears sting his eyes.

Ray’s legs felt numb and he knows if he looks into the mirror and sees his flushed face and eyes, he won’t be able to conceal his crying. He’s not able to go back outside and would prefer to fake pee or just check his phone in the bathroom.

“C’mon brah!” Q-tip whined like a child, crossing his legs. “This hurts like a butt cheek on a stick”

“You can’t come in!” Ray yelled as he held back a sob, “The little man is going. Suck it up, buttercup.”

Q-tip had been knocking on the door for over ten minutes before giving up and choosing to pee outside. Ray let out a shaky sigh and fell onto the thin side of the bathtub, biting his lip and he batted his wet eyes with his palms.

Ray and y/n had been an unexpected trio. Partners in crime, double trouble, you went well together despite their differences. You were an educated college student and he was a whiskey tango mess who couldn’t shut his mouth for the life of it. You cried, laughed, and did everything together. Little known to y/n, Ray didn’t have a crush on her-but he was more than in love.

However, when Ray is having severe social anxiety, an event he would typically rely on y/n to help him with, his “partner in crime” falls short. Ray knows that y/n is light years better than him. Here was the smartest and most beautiful woman he had met next to a college dropout who didn’t make it past Geometry.

Now the “perfect pair” is severed, leaving one half alone in the bathroom.

Ray’s forgotten how long he’s been in the bathroom for. These types of events always felt forced, and everyone knew that. Whenever that awkwardness would arise, Ray and y/n would choose to ditch and steal a few beers and sit in the bathtub, watching an obscure eighties film in the dark, cramped room with Ray’s god awful commentary.

But even though Ray has Born American downloaded, he can’t bring himself to watch it. Now he’s laying in the bathtub, picking at grout as he softly grieves. He’s hiding in there while y/n is ignoring all of their history.

Ray first arrived at the party, making a dramatic entrance. He made sure everybody knew that he was there, especially y/n. His original plan was to wear a purple tux he had snatched from walamrt since it was ugly as fuck, and Ray knew that. But knowing that you were going to be there, Ray made an attempt with an expensive navy polo and khaki shorts, courtesy of Nate.

Upon seeing you, Ray ran over from whatever he was doing to talk to you. Whether you were OD’S or a casual jumpsuit, you looked dead drop gorgeous-and Ray never knew how to express his affections. So he pulled you into a hug and muttered a shitty joke, and you just laughed.

Over the course of the next hour, the two of you catched up about your mundane lives. It made Ray feel guilty since he knew that you were better than him in every way possible, on the road of success. Your future sounded like you would go to some fancy school and then marry a lawyer. Ray wanted to be good for you, but he didn’t know how to at all. He followed you around like a lost puppy for the rest of the party, feeling a tinge of jealousy whenever one of the guys would give you a chaste hug or when you wouldn't pay attention to him for five minutes.

Ray didn’;t know why the fuck eh was feeling so sappy. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating (even though that’s exactly what he wanted).

Ray doesn’t hate Brad, but he just hates whenever he talks to you. He sees the two of you, smiling and laughing as you catch u[. Ray knows it’s rude, but he buds in and offers to get drinks for the “three amigos”. You kindly accept and Ray goes away to get drinks. He makes sure to spit inside of Brad’s drink as a childish act of revenge.

As Ray walks down the hallway balancing the three drinks, he pauses to hide behind the door since he hear’s Brad mention his name. You and Brad had moved to the couch, sitting too close for Ray’s comfort levels. He had an arm slung over the couch, which was barely touching you, but Ray had taken it as an offense.

Standing by the doorway and leaning, he overheard Brad’s words.

“Ray’s a little shit, whiskey tango loser, sister fucking, type of man. I don’t know what you see in him,” Brad had casually said, cold and straight to the point. He truly lived up to his name.

That’s when Ray dropped the drinks and ran towards the bathroom. He didn’t hear you respond, and that was the last thing he needed to hear.

Now Ray’s sitting in the tub, no longer holding tears back, but there coming out. A sob escapes his mouth and he tries to smile, but he can’t. He gets a taste of his salty tears and tries to stop the waterworks, but they come back, bigger and faster. It’s been a while since he had a good cry-but it happened at one of the most inconvenient times. And it was over a stupid girl-who he coulnd’t deny that he was in love with.

But y/n was lightyears ahead of him. Besides, Brad was (seemingly) a better fit for her. The scenario began to play in Ray’s wild mind. The memories of “double trouble” will get erased. Their wedding will be small, paid for by the Colberts. Q-Tip will DJ, Godfather will make a speech with his horrid voice, and Ray will make a shitty joke as usual. Worst had come to the worst.

Ray hears a drunk Q-tip sing along through the door to “I wanna dance with somebody”. His feelings sink even deeper cause it makes him think; now there’s no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore. That was y/n’s favorite hobby about these forced get-togethers.

Ray knew that at some point, he’d be forced to come out. As he chokes back the incoming tears, he waits until his face becomes dry, planning to blame it on weed or something in his eyes or the five bud lights he regrets drinking.

Knock, knock, knock, knock

Ray looks up and wipes his face, forcing a fake laugh. “Oh hell yeah, I'll be out soon.”

“Ray, it’s me.” It’s y/n’s voice, and Ray can’t believe it’s her. A part of him wants her to come in, but the other part wants him to defend himself.

“Why do you want me to come out when you can hang out with your new big strong viking? Who talks all educated and shit since you just love being around him.” Ray spits out with a few sniffles.

Based on his words and the sniffles, you can tell something is clearly wrong.

You shake your head and lightly knock again, “Please, that’s not what happened. Brad’s an idiot, and we’re just friends. “Please, come out.”

Ray got out from the tub and came close to the door, feeling your frantic breathes again the door. “My biggest mistake was showing up. I wished I stayed up watching cable porn, or I offered myself. Besides, he’s better for you. Just go away.”

Hearing him say such things made you worry even more, afraid that he could do something to himself that he’d regret.

“Ray, open the damn door. Don’t say dumb shit.” You pleaded, frantically twisting the door knob. The worry was evident in your voice.

“No, fuck you! Fuck this whole place. You’re smart; just leave me alone.” Ray banged against the door as tears came down his face. He immediately regretted his choice of words, knowing that they would hurt you. He turned away to return to the bathtub, only to stop when he heard you now sniffling.

Mega fuck.

Ray reluctantly walks back to the door and opens it, to see your face, all red and wet like this. Both of you stood there, disheveled, tears both running down your face.

Not a single word was spoken between the two of you as you ran into his arms, pulling him close as you cried into his chest. Ray used his foot to slam the door shut and then proceeded to pull you into a bearhug, stroking the back of your head as he comforted you through your sobs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He repeated as his tears stained your shoulder as well, “I didn’t-fuck. I’m such a retar-” He froze, knowing that you hated that word. “Idiot. I just-fuck. Don’t cry. You’ll ruin all the stuff on your face-”, Ray said as he tilted your face up and started to wipe your tears.

“Makeup. ‘S fine, I’m not wearing much. I just didn’t wanna get mistaken for a middle schooler again.”

Ray and you both let out a chuckle in the midst of your shared crying session. He’s still wiping the tears from your face as you rest your arms on his waist.

“First time we met, y’know. Godfather thought you had a dick for a long time.” Ray added, which earned another laugh from you.

You shook your head, “Remember when Trombley found out I was a girl?”

“Looked like he was about to shit himself-he wouldn’t leave you alone.”

“Ugh, ‘s a nightmare.” The two of you filled the void with the awakened laughter you shared. Ray’s tiny hands moved to your chin, directing it slightly up.

“I still think you’re pretty hot either way, angel.” Ray confessed. The two of you looked at each other for a minute, seeing the love and pupils widen in both of your eyes. Standing on your toes, you and Ray’s lips gently pecked at each other. You could taste the bud light on his lips as Ray’s lips overpowered yours, gently cupping and sucking passionately.

“Fuck,” Ray breathed through the kiss as your foreheads touched, “I love you.”

“Shit, I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” You chuckled as your finger’s played with Ray’s dark hair. It’s gotten longer, and it’s at a length where he can awkwardly style it, but since Ray is Ray-it’s a mess, “I love you too. I’m sorry about Brad, you know how he is.”

“I just thought you and him were having a moment. I just started overthinking it since I thought you didn't wanna be around me. Which is chill, I was vibing,” Ray attempted to joke, which was a way to cope with his pain.

You shake your head and hold his face to reassure him. Ray looks down at you in awe, which makes a smile curve on your lips.

“Brad wasn’t touching me, he just was stretched out on the couch. Ray, don’t say that. You were in the bathroom for over an hour. I knew that you were ethier upset or having explosive diarrhea from Nate’s vegan casserole-or both.”

“That shit was beyond nasty. I bet he got all the ingredients at Trader joes and sold his soul just to buy it.” Ray quickly quipped.

“Jesus, don’t make me vomit.” You huffed as you looked at the bathtub, “Now are you gonna come out now without beating up someone?”

“Yes babycakes, as long as you do one thing.”

Cringing, you force a smile. It’s not because you don’t love him, but sometimes what comes out of his mouth can be questionable. “Yes Ray?”

He grabs your hand, which fits right into his. “Gotta show the homies who’s the alpha around here.”

You don’t mind holding Ray’s hand. You like the tight squeezes and the feel of his soft skin. As the two of you walk out of the bathroom back into the life of the party with the smell of barbeque and the august heat in the air.

“Oh god Ray, shut up.”

Ray simply responds with a goosey laugh.