#I’m scared.. I’m not even planning on going back to the fandom

[novamariestark]

I Can See You [Spencer Reid]

Summary: You've been dating Spencer for almost a year and you are yet to tell your big brother, Aaron

Warnings: bad writing 🤣. fluff, some angst

Word count: 1764

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Hotchner!Reader

You hadn’t meant to keep it a secret this long. You didn’t want to. But when it came to you dating, your brother was way too overprotective. You loved him to death for it but it also pissed you off to no end.

Spencer freaked when he found out that you were Hotch’s baby sister and even broke it off for a while because he felt as though he was betraying him. But you had crept into his heart and you weren’t planning on vacating any time soon.

Even when you weren’t together, you were the only thing on his mind. You’d be there constantly whilst he was on a case. He couldn’t concentrate and it was painfully obvious to everyone. Even Hotch. The latter pulled him aside and told him to fix what was going on before he got someone or himself killed.

That counts as his blessing, right?

As soon as they touched down in Washington he rushed over to your apartment to see you. Throwing quick goodbyes to everyone and not looking back.

“Pretty boy has a girl. I’m calling it,” Morgan called out, pointing at the quickly retreating Spencer.

That was almost 11 months ago. 11 months of sneaking around behind your brother’s back. Which wasn’t too much of an issue when you first started dating but now you were an agent in the Criminal Investigative Division of the FBI. That meant both you and Spencer had longer work hours and often different schedules. So sometimes you two decide to see each other at the office. You knew it was risky and quickies in the car doesn’t compare to the bedroom but you both took what you could get.

However, recently, Spencer had been arguing that maybe it was time to tell your brother. You assumed he felt guilty. Not guilty enough to stop the sex in the FBI garage but guilty enough.

He did feel guilty but there was another reason he wanted to tell your brother.

You wanted to tell Aaron too. Really you did. But you’ve put it off so long that you know that he’s gonna be disappointed you didn’t tell him sooner. Anger you could take but the one thing you never wanted to do was disappoint him.

He was your idol. Your hero. The person you’ve always looked up to. The one you wanted to make proud. That’s why you joined the FBI. You wanted to make him proud. And he was, he just wished you’d picked a safer occupation.

He was concerned and worried every time you and your team left the office and was finally able to breathe when you arrived back. If he was away on a job when you came back you went to see Penelope or Peach as you called her. It was a deal you made with Aaron so he knew you were okay. Spencer didn’t oppose to this arrangement either because all he had to do was look at Hotch and he’d know that you were okay.

But one day, that call from Penelope was a little different. The team had come back... without you.

The simple arrest of Washington’s newest drug kingpin had turned into a kidnapping. Yours.

The BAU team couldn’t do anything but wait for the plane to land in Washington. In four hours time. Hotch hadn’t said a word. Neither had Spencer and the moment he didn’t make his move on the chess board, everyone took notice.

He just stared out the window and waited. Images of what you were going through at that very moment flashed though his mind. Were you hurt? Were you scared?

Were you alive?

Even your brother had snapped out of his thoughts and took notice of his lack of presence inside the jet. Sure he’d noticed your closeness but he didn’t think anything of it. You were close with Penelope and JJ too. But as he started to think back, he starts to see all the little signs. Small things.

But one thing in particular was how comfortable Spencer was with you. So easily comfortable. It all started to become clear. Aaron had figured you were seeing someone but you wouldn’t tell him who and as you’ve grown older you’ve become more adept at covering your tracks. Morgan also speculated on multiple occasions that Spencer was seeing someone.

What should he feel? Anger because you didn’t tell him or betrayal because you’re his sister and Spencer was one of his agents? His baby sister. And no matter how old you were, that’s what you were always going to be.

He would’ve been completely pissed. Shouting, demanding answers and an explanation if it wasn’t for what he was seeing in front of him.

Worry, fear, pain and helplessness. The same thing he’d see if he looked in the mirror right now. He didn’t have to ask. He knew.

When the plane finally landed, the team wasted no time in getting back to the office. Aaron inserts himself into the operation to get you back, not taking no for an answer and Spencer is right there with him.

Even when he was ordered not to interfere because he was too close, he did exactly that. You were in trouble, no way was he not going to tear up the entire state looking for you.

He told the team to stand down, not wanting them to get into trouble for defying a direct order but none of them budged. At this point, you were their family too.

The longer you’re missing the more it takes it’s toll on Spencer. So much so that he’s the first one to lash out at your boss when it’s found out that there has been a ransom made in exchange for your return to no action had been taken to do that.

“We’re not going to hand over all the evidence for his trial,“

”The hell we won’t,“

“We can’t—”

“—leave her there”

“Reid,” Aaron spoke, his voice loud to get his attention but no anger was in it. He reached a hand out and placed it on his shoulder, gently pulling him away from your boss “so,” he started, stepping forward to take his place, “What exactly are you doing to find my sister?”

“I don’t tell you how to run your team Hotchner, don’t tell me how to run mine,”

“Alright listen here,” Aaron stepped closer, right in his face, “if one hair on her head is out of place, I swear I’ll—”

“Hotch!”

“What?!”

“Maybe we should just give them some space to work and—”

”they’ve had five hours and they barely know where she was snatched from,“

Gideon gave him a look. One that told him to play along. He did and the team followed him to their usual conference room. Each of them branching off to do what they do best, working tirelessly to get you back.

And they did this for hours until Morgan got a text from Penelope, who conveniently was lounging at your desk.

They received a video

Aaron and Spencer rushed out of the office and down to yours. Your brother had tried to stop him from going, not wanting him to see you in a possibly horrific state but he couldn’t stop. He had to see you and he did.

He tried to ignore the blood, the wounds and focus on your hands, that to your captors, were wriggling due to the ache of them being tied up for hours but to Spencer and the others it was a message.

Trains... every 12 minutes... the only clue you knew about your whereabouts, and you knew that maybe it wouldn’t be enough so you added a little something to prepare for that.

I love you

With the reminder of their demands, the video fades to black, much like your vision.

Your eyes only opened again when you heard gunshots and shouting. The voices sounded familiar but muffled, far away. Perhaps you were imagining them and you were convinced you were until a door clanged open.

Someone called your name, followed by the sound of running footsteps, that got louder with each step. It wasn’t long until the footsteps stopped and a figure knelt down beside you.

”Angel?“ he spoke softly, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. His thumbs wiping the tearstains away.

”you found me“

”Yeah, Angel, we did,“ he replied, moving to untie your hands. As soon as you were free, you threw your arms around him, holding on so tight because you were afraid that he’d disappear. He moves his head slightly to the side to press a kiss to your temple, ”I love you too, Angel“

”I love you more,“

You smile, pulling away. He got your message. The smile faltered slightly when you looked up and your brother came into view.

Uh oh. Did he know?

You didn’t know what to expect. The thought of losing your brother was worse than the pain you had been through the past god knows how long.

You had thought about him finding out so often and he was angry, disappointed, betrayed. None of your playthroughs of this moment ever ended happily.

”I’m so glad you’re safe, (y/n),“ he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss on your head like he had always done.

”you’re not mad?“

Spencer looked up at him too, curious about the answer himself.

”of course not,“ he said, okay a little lie but you’d been through enough and he’d be stupid to ignore what was right in front of him.

Your eyebrows scrunched as you lift you head from Spencer’s chest, moving closer because you were sure you misheard him, ”you’re not,“

He sighed opening his arms for you to hug. You didn’t waste any time, tears falling as you sob into his shoulder, ”I thought you’d be mad, and I’d lose you,“

”I was mad at first,“ he admitted, one of his hands stroking your hair in a soothing rhythm, ”because you didn’t tell me,“ he added and you started apologising profusely but he stopped you, ”I’m not anymore because the truth is—“ He patted Spencer on his shoulder ”—you couldn’t have chosen a better man“

You smiled so much of the way home. So much so, you thought your cheeks were stuck like that.

You had asked Aaron if he wanted to join you two for dinner and after you giving him that look you always gave him to get whatever you want, your best puppy dog eyes, he said yes.

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wait fuck ok i’m back to being sad about it now

like the thing is that ed doesn’t really hang out with anyone but stede in season one, not really. and whenever he is talking to other ppl on the crew, stede is right there. the only exception to this is in episode 8 when jack brings the party energy and everyone is getting drunk and rowdy together specifically as part of jack’s efforts to exclude stede.

and as a fandom we always make jokes and theorize about what the relationship between ed and stede must look like from the outside, if they were all placing bets for when they’d finally hook up or if they had zero belief in stede’s ability to pull THEE blackbeard

but now i’m thinking about the crew’s perception of Ed Himself. of the crew’s perceptions of The Legendary Blackbeard and how that must’ve changed over the course of the first season. because when they first meet him they’re all impressed and starstruck bc yeah, duh, this is Pirate Beyoncé we’re talking about. they’re also in varying degrees “worried he’s gonna kill them.”

but they quickly see that the real pirate beyonce isn’t all leather and murder and head made of smoke. blackbeard swaps clothes with their cringefail (derogatory) boss for fun. he dresses up and goes to a fancy party just because he wants to—he’s not even trying to get anything out of it, doesn’t have an angle the way frenchie does, he genuinely just wants to go to a very un-Blackbeardy party and have fun. he tells them scary stories. he shows them some of his trade blackbeard secrets. he hypes them all up after their first fuckery (and i will never get over how cute that is exchange is, “scared the pants off me” and “i thought blackbeard didn’t feel fear” and “and i didn’t, until tonight” and the crew’s genuine excitement and pride). he goes on a treasure hunt with their cringefail (affectionate, now) boss and lets him dig in the ground to get it out of his system. they learn that ed isn’t just a scary pirate, he also can be silly and goof off and enjoy things that aren’t exactly compatible’s with the Blackbeard Brand

and beyond just not adhering 24/7 to the Brand, they learn that ed—that blackbeard—is human. is fallible. they see his first plan to escape the spanish fail, and they get to participate in the backup plan that he and stede come up with. frenchie sees ed get hurt at the fancy party in a way that he completely understands. lucius realizes that ed is just as into his cringefail boss as his cringefail boss is into ed, and over the course of giving ed a shovel talk he maybe learns that The Legendary Blackbeard might actually be nervous about a boy liking him back.

and none of this—NONE of this—makes the crew lose any respect for him. even pete never has a moment where his perception of his idol is shattered, where he’s disappointed that blackbeard isn’t all nine guns and zero mercy all the time. instead, pete expands his idea of what The Ideal Pirate (the ideal MAN) looks like.

i think by the time jack rolls around, ed is no longer on that Pirate Beyoncé pedestal to them. he’s still on a pedestal, a bit, but instead of seeing ed as this untouchable badass legend, they see him as like. the coolest guy on the ship. still a badass, still somebody they all respect and admire, but someone they can hang out with. someone they really want to hang out with. they want to impress ed because they want him to like them, they want to be his friend. and yeah, it’s played as a “your father and i are getting a divorce but we still love you very much” joke, but they really are so sad when ed leaves with jack.

and ed showing up with no beard and no stede, ed hiding in his cabin for. a day? multiple days? ed singing a song about his feelings. ed saying he no longer wants to go by blackbeard.

the crew is confused, but they’re on board. they don’t laugh at him for his (bad) singing, they don’t think less of him now that he’s sans iconic beard. ed, to them, is still The Coolest Guy On The Ship, and they want to be his friend. they’re excited to be his friend.

they want to put on a talent show.

and ed, right after getting stabbed in the back by jack and izzy, and then stede, and then izzy again—ed, who was so affected by the jeers of the rich fuckers at that fancy party, who grew up in a culture that doesn’t allow for friendship, a culture of everyone in various stages of fucking each other over—can’t see that. he’s got fresh heartbreak and fresh betrayal that are compounding on years of trauma and he hears them all chanting his name and he can’t trust this crew. he couldn’t trust his first mate, and he couldn’t trust his old shipmate, and he couldn’t trust stede. he cannot, cannot risk vulnerability with the crew. not again.

(and like, cmon, who is ed even kidding? he’s not made for things like softness and friendship and genuine camaraderie. trying to be anything other than blackbeard is like a wolf trying to fit in a sheep’s clothing, but the clothing is too small and everyone can see right through him and they’re all laughing and laughing and he’s the only one who can’t see what a joke he is. ed’s not an idiot, he knows there’s no way the crew is up their chanting his name and asking for another song because they like him. they just want the great clown pagliacci to come out and make them laugh.

so sure, ed’ll give them a show. they think ed’s funny? well he’s about to be fucking hilarious.)

EDIT: those of y’all seeing this in the ofmd tags are missing the additions where it gets even sadder

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Title: Leader of the Pack Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: Teen Pairing: Shinichiro x reader (use of "nee-chan" by others and "baby" by him. ) Word count: 890 Warnings: Canon events. Angst. Undescribed reader but mention of being called "sister" to his siblings. Unbeta’d. Summary: Breaking up is hard to do, but Shinichiro isn't about to let you go without a fight.

Notes: based off of the song "Leader of the Pack" by The Shangri-Las. My friend pointed out how well he fit with the song...so I had to make things worse. Enjoy!

“Why?”

You swallow tightly and try to stop yourself from crying but you can’t. The heartbreak and confusion on Shinichiro’s face is killing you. You are certain. 

“My dad,” you admit softly, wiping the tears sliding down your cheeks. You can see him shift forward before he stops, as if he is going to reach out to do it himself. “He…he doesn’t think you’re–” you pause, unable to say it. 

Shinichiro scoffs. “What? Good enough?” he looks away and you can see his jaw clench before he turns back to you and steps forward. “Who gives a shit what he thinks. I love you,” he says, hand catching yours. He laces your fingers together. “I know it’s fucking hard, but we’re worth it, aren’t we? Don’t you love me too?”

“Of course I do!” you say quickly. You cup his cheek and your throat tightens at how he leans into it. “But I can’t…he threatened to disown me.”

“Then let him,” Shinichiro’s eyes meet yours. “I’ll take care of you. You know I will. I already promised you, didn’t I?” He leans in until your foreheads touch. “You and I…we’re gonna get married, have a bunch of kids, and be happy. There’s no one else I wanna be with, baby.” He lifts your hands to kiss the tips of your fingers. There’s grease smeared from his touch but you barely notice. 

“Shin…”

“Isn’t that what we said?” he stresses again. “Aren’t those our plans?”

You cry harder, even as you nod because you’re not sure you can do this. You love Shinichiro. He’s handsome, optimistic, funny even if he’s a little self-deprecating and he loves his family so much. He loves you. It was a miracle the two of you met at the convenience store as he was buying dorayaki for his little brother while you went looking for something to snack on. He likes to say he fell first, but you knew the moment you looked at him that he was something special, something you wanted to cherish and claim before anyone else could. It was pure luck he was single, even if his friends joke that you’re the crazy one for accepting his confession. 

And now you have to leave. 

“I’m s-sorry,” you choke out. 

“Shh,” he hushes you as he pulls you into his chest. You cry harder, clutching his jumpsuit as he wraps his arms around you. He presses a kiss to your hair. “It’s okay, baby,” he says softly. “We’ll work it out. When he sees we’re serious, he’ll accept. I’m going look after you.”

“He won’t!” You cry into him. “He hates you!”

“Doesn’t matter. I love y-” he pauses, pulling back as he looks away. “Wait here.” He lets go but when you don’t release your grip on his overalls, he smiles. “I just gotta check that out. Don’t move, okay? We’re not done, baby. I promise.” 

 He pries your hands off of him, pressing a kiss against your lips before he grabs a wrench off a workbench. You watch as he slips easily into the Shinichiro who ran one of the most successful gangs across Tokyo. 

“Shin?”

“Shh,” he hushes you again. “Wait.” He leaves you in his back workroom, closing the door after him. 

You wipe the tears as you listen. The sudden fear of someone else being in his shop after closing overwhelming the pain of your break up. Or attempt, you have yet to succeed even though you know you should. 

You hear Shin’s voice, tone hardening as he demands an explanation before someone is suddenly screaming. They sound young and scared and there’s a crack before a loud thump on the ground that sends you running. 

“SHIN!” 

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The lights flash around you, the police question you, but you can’t seem to focus. Your hands are covered in blood overlapping the grease stains Shinichiro left on you as he held you. He was gone. You knelt at his side, screaming, crying his name as the two kids broke down. Someone called the cops. You don’t even know who. All you could focus on was the way Shin wasn’t answering. He wasn’t comforting you like he was supposed to. He wasn’t promising you forever. He was just lying there, eyes open and blank as you knelt in the blood that wasn’t stopping. Why wasn’t it stopping?

“Nee-chan?” 

You look up at the voice. Manjiro, Shinichiro’s little brother, stands there, staring at you in confusion. Both he and Emma had taken to call you sister after it got out that Shinichiro had given you a promise ring. “Just until I save up enough to get you something to be proud of,” he had said with that stupid grin of his. It didn’t matter that you were always proud to be with him. 

“Mikey.”

“What’s…what’s happening? Where’s Shin?”

You burst into tears again, unable to stop yourself. “I don’t know,” your voice cracks. “I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” Maybe if you hadn’t come here to break up, if you had just demanded he take you on that date like he was supposed to instead of you deciding to cancel so that you could break up with him here in private. You sob harder, unable to console the young teen. 

This is all your fault. 

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Fics I Enjoyed in January - DC Comics Fic Rec List Part 2

I am still neck-deep in DC fandom this month and the fics have been so so good. Unlike last time, I am too tired to write mini summaries/reviews, so I'm going to feature my favorite quote from each fic instead.

My first DC Comics fic rec list is here!

Floor Plans by @oh-mother-of-darkness (Teen & Up, 1k, 2016) “I really didn’t want to die,” he finished. “I was kind of hoping if I laid here long enough, I would remember what that felt like.”

Losing two brothers in six months takes an emotional toll.

almost right by @bitimdrake (Teen & Up, 3k, 2020) He desperately wishes that he didn’t know what Dick’s cheekbone feels like under a gauntleted fist.

Bruce sucks in a breath, hand raising to fix the cowl. Dick flinches back.

but more with love by @danishsweethearts (Teen & Up, 3k, 2022) Dick wakes up one morning, groggy from a dream that he thinks might’ve been about the circus and also about his favourite car and also about how lonely he is, and realizes that he can’t remember what his mother’s voice sounds like anymore.

O Robin, Robin, wherefore art thou Robin?

The Mechanics of a Hug by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 4k, 2017) “You know… that crushing sense of depression? Like,” Dick chews his lip. “It’s. A physical weight. Makes it hard to breathe?” “Yeah,” Tim says, soft. He smiles, wryly. “I sort of hoped you didn’t, though.”

“So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.”

No Pain, All Gain by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 1k, 2020) Tim’s eyes go even wider. “You stole my organs?” “Technically,” Jason chimes in, “the doctors stole your organs. We just gave them permission.”

Bruce checks Tim’s IV. “Are you in any pain? Do you need more morphine?” Tim’s pupils are so wide that only the faintest ring of blue can be seen. He watches Bruce the way a five-year-old watches cartoons. “I’m all good, B-dog. All Gucci, like we cool teens say." His words are slurred almost beyond recognition, but Tim doesn’t seem to notice or care. "I could fight Superman right now.”

The Wind Sits in the Shoulder of Your Sail by @birdchildsnest (Teen & Up, 7k, 2020) “Oh my god. Bruce. I can’t even tell if you’re serious. When everybody finally eats the rich—they’re going to eat you first.”

At least, back then, Tim had barely been a teenager. He could almost forgive his own volatility. And he’d been smart enough (scared enough?) not to tell Jack that he didn’t need him. What was his excuse now? Bruce was his dad (at least, in the legal sense), but (surprise, surprise) it turned out that Tim wasn’t any better at being a son. Or Tim and Bruce still have some things to sort through after the adoption.

I Left My Conscience On Your Front Doorstep by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 21k, 2022) He doesn’t want to be loved if being loved is like this.

"I think I'm leaving," Dick whispers. "I think I'm not coming back."

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna do) ♫ by @drakefeathers (Teen & Up, 20k, 2014) "They live their lives thinking they can charge through the city with the right to hurt and kill and destroy as many lives as they want. And they do it all without a shred of remorse." “But—” Damian begins, brow furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t that like you?”

a Jason and Damian as Batman and Robin AU!! featuring a bunch of graffiti, a rival dynamic duo, and Cat Jason (a cat named Jason).

The Biggest Mistake by @oh-mother-of-darkness (General Audiences, 1k, 2016) “I could ground him anyway, if it would make you feel better.” “He only said it because I called him ‘a garbage can so ineffective it actually became garbage.’”

"You know what really needs to be addressed? Bruce's truly terrible treatment of Damian." -Me, on a daily basis

been a number and a name by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 35k, 2023) “Turns out if you just say ‘spacetime’ until people’s eyes glaze over they don’t really question anything you say. Also, somehow nobody expects me to be able to actually do enough math to explain it.”

On a field trip, Robin has a close encounter with the newest super in Metropolis, only to discover the hard way that Superboy secretly works for Lex Luthor. They agree to work together on a plan to free Superboy from Luthor’s hold, but Robin isn’t sure how far he can trust him—and his developing feelings only make things more complicated.

clean it like you mean it by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 70k, 2024) "Wait, ugh, you're not my dead dad, right? If I'm getting a dying vision of my dead dad I want a do-over because he suuuuucked."

When Gotham's crooks have to scrub down their lairs, who do they call? Jason Todd, Gotham's first and only underworld crime scene cleaning specialist. He's spent his life dodging the Bat, but after a chance encounter he saves Robin's life. Tim Drake finds himself drawn to the conflicted rogue, and soon Jason becomes Robin's street informant. But they can only stay on opposite sides of the law for so long before something breaks.

3:16 by @wufflesvetinari (Teen & Up, 70k (WIP), 2023) “Try to decouple one thing from the other. I’m proud of you, but ice cream isn’t my grand statement about whether you’ve been good or bad today. Good things are good. Happiness is precious. Sometimes you just want caramel chocolate chip.”

The knife pushes thin along Dick’s carotid artery, cupping the indent between neck and jawline—forcing him to angle his chin. The metal is warm, pulled with execution speed from under Damian’s pillow. “Okay,” Dick says quietly, tracking the intricacies of his own heartbeat—counting the space between breaths. “Guess I did need a shave.” (With faltering steps, Dick and Damian become Batman and Robin.)

wolf-king of rome by @mysterycitrus (Not Rated, 25k, 2024) “You go after Joker, but you don’t kill him, because it’s not about the Joker dying, it’s about Bruce breaking his code for you. It’s about Bruce loving you enough to change himself for the worse. It’s about your idea of grieving.”

Jason doesn’t fear Dick Grayson. Fear itself has changed shape for him, since his return from the Pit - it tastes of dirt in his mouth, of drowning, of fire and blood and laughter, more than a tangible face. Still, he’d be stupid not to be cautious. Dick liked playing on an uneven field, and would do anything to keep him off balance, so he just had to stay focused. That’s the nature of the armistice, both waiting for the other to make a move. It’s like balancing on the head of a pin.

Declensions by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 13k, 2018) “Do not tell them your name. Do as I did to survive. I lied. I have always lied. Make one up. Do not let them have you. Say your name is…is…is…Richard Grayson. Or something. They are going to steal you; do not give them anything to steal.”

“My father,” Dick says, “worked the rope. It cut him. His hands were never clean.”

Passiontide by @bigdvmnhero (Teen & Up, 5k, 2025) Despite its faults, the day had tried to be good. He felt young, like someone's son.

On the 96th day Bruce didn't call, Dick remembered their old game. Three things he knew: 1) In three months, it would be Dick's death anniversary; 2) Bruce was still missing his check-ins; 3) Here Dick was, persisting. Imagine the things I'd survive, Dick thought distantly, if I loved Bruce less. Or: Agent 37 and his various crises of faith, on Day 277 at Spyral, Day 150, and Day -0.

the time you won your town the race by @silverwhittlingknife (Teen & Up, 4k (WIP), 2022) Tim. Tim is Dick’s. Death sharpens, clarifies these things. Who will receive the body, decide on the funeral, receive condolences, make all the decisions that matter. No one has questioned it, not even Tim’s friends. There’s a terrible clarity about death. If Dick said, let’s burn everything he owned, Alfred would do it.

He doesn’t know exactly what Tim would say. But he knows what Tim would do. Tim dies. Dick doesn’t take death for an answer. A Red Robin 12 AU.

door, opening by @cowboysorceror (Mature, 70k (WIP), 2024) Dick, with the keys to every locked door Jason has ever tried to open, tucked inside the cradle of his skull; all of that, snuffed out like a candle.

It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds. There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist. It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you.

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Merry Christmas!

On behalf of the Fic Finder team please enjoy this compilation of some of our favorite Christmas themed stories. We couldn't even make a dent in the number of holiday stories across the platforms, so please add your favorites in the reblogs!

A Quick Note: As the world continues to spin through the holiday season, hold your fandom friends close. We may not all be at the same party or curled up under the same tree, but we're together all the same.

Wishing you peace, love, and hot chocolate- The Fic Finder Team.

Pixie, Rudd, KStew, Anisa, Lost, & MamaBear

Silver and Gold by @splendentgoddess (E)

Christmas Eve is a time to celebrate family, love, and togetherness. Not something Kagome gets a lot of while trying to stop Naraku. But everyone deserves the occasional night off, right? Takes place during manga chapter 512.

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Apple Pie and Mistletoe by @ruddcatha (M)

Called out of town unexpectedly for work just before Christmas, Inuyasha Takahashi asks his best friend Kagome, whom he's secretly loved for years, to house sit. When a storm grounds his plane, will the two friends admit their feelings, or continue to stay silent? What role does Apple Pie and Mistletoe play in what is about to unfold?

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'Tis The Damn Season by @akitokihojo (T)

Best friends, to nothing, to one of them putting every ounce of their effort into avoiding the other. Christmas was supposed to be about visiting her family, but Kagome noticed the snow on the ground wasn't the reason an icy feeling crept down her back. Her childhood best friend, and neighbor, was home for the holidays as well. Turns out, being an adult doesn't help you escape from messy assumptions and the repercussions of being too scared to go after what you really want. For either of them.

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A Piece of Home by omgitscharlie (E)

At winter's first snowfall, Kagome finds herself reminiscing about Christmas back in her time.

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Mistletoe: Inuyasha by masterhiccup (K+)

Christmas in a remote cabin? Check. Best friends trying to play matchmaker? Check. Stunning girl that makes your heart go pitter patter despite constant, inward disapproval? Double check. Oh man, Inuyasha was in for one hell of a ride from the very beginning. How was he going to make it through the holidays if he could hardly handle the Hallmark movie he was currently living?

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Everything But The Pear Tree by @fandomobsessions016 (E)

After going through a rough break-up, Kagome decides she's going to pull herself out of her slump by diving head first into holiday preparations. With her friend Sango and the help of her new neighbor, Inuyasha, Kagome is reminded why the holidays are so special to her.

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The Best Present by @fawn-eyed-girl (T)

Inuyasha helps Kagome bring a Christmas tree home to the Higurashi shrine. Kagome tells Inuyasha about the traditions of Christmas Eve, and he gives her a special gift.

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Slipped by @witchygirl99 (E)

“I was worried it’d be more of a sex thing.” A sex thing. Inuyasha makes a face at the ceiling. God, why does Miroku say shit like that? “Yeah, well,” he grouses, grabbing at his cell phone so that he can look his friend in the eye. “Give me some fucking credit. I’m trying not to fall in love with her.”

Miroku looks, in that moment, far too smug. “And how’s that going for you?”

“Fuck you,” comes his automatic response, a knee-jerk reaction. Begrudgingly, unhappily, Inuyasha sighs his next admission. “Not great.” Inuyasha has a life plan that is viciously, cheerfully and quickly dismantled the moment he becomes temporary roommates with one Kagome Higurashi. Unsurprisingly, this is all Miroku's fault.

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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen by FrameOfMind (T)

AU. God, how he hated Christmas carols. Now, if someone would only think to write one about the overcrowded shopping malls and the sticky pine needles and the damn Salvation Army, that would be the Christmas carol for him...

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Secret Santa (series) by @splendentgoddess (E)

In a modern world where most youkai stick to the wilds, hanyou are stuck in the middle, forced to live in human society. Inuyasha has an okay job and okay coworkers, but he's lonely, until one year when the office Christmas party changes everything.

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If You Dare by @fawn-eyed-girl (E)

Inuyasha hates Christmas, and looks forward to spending it alone. Kagome loves Christmas, and is devastated that she has to spend it alone. She decides to leave a notebook in the stacks at a bookstore, in hopes of making a special connection. When Inuyasha finds it, does he dare take her challenge? And will she dare to accept his Commissioned Artwork by Clearwillow

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Skeins and Schemes by @cannibalsforbreakfast (G)

Inuyasha didn’t understand why she was insisting she needed to go back to her time, because this time last year Kagome had said her school was on “ho-li-day” and that there were no classes. She’d tried to put Inuyasha off with excuses — she had a makeup exam, her school had changed its schedule — but she could tell he didn’t believe her. Because how could she tell Inuyasha that she needed to go back to her time to make him a Christmas present?

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No Matter The Storm by @lavendertwilight89 (T)

Kagome gets taken and Inuyasha comes to save her but the can't outrun the winter storm. Trapped in a cave, what could happen?

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Ego & Bias by hoshi-ni-onegai (T)

Sometimes, first impressions are everything and Inuyasha wasn't winning any contests. While attending a holiday party, Kagome runs into a guy who grates her nerves like no one has before. AU.

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Christmas Traditions by @ideasthatbuildcities (G)

It's Christmas time and Kagome is eager to start sharing with her daughter the Christmas traditions she used to do with her mother. She only hopes Moroha would like to be as involved as Kagome wants her to be. Inuyasha is helping in his own way. [InuKag Family Christmas fluff for ruddcatha for the 2020 Inuyasha Fandom Secret Santa on Tumblr]

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Mistletoe Tales by Reinamy (T)

The holidays are a time for miracles, even of the romance-variety. A love story told in bits-and-pieces.

[winter510]

What are some of your favorite VAT7K headcanons??

I was actually planning on talking abt my headcanons eventually so thanks sm for asking this so I actually do it lmao‼️‼️

Here’s some I’ve just kinda adopted from general fandom stuff:

Genderfluid Hugo (He genuinely doesn’t really care too much how people refer to him, but when someone does call her by “she” or “they” they still perk up a little bit. (I’m not projecting you are))

Transmasc Varian

Lesbian Nuru (tbh I almost didn’t even add this cuz I forget this isn’t just straight up canon lmfao)

Hugo’s love language is being annoying

Hugo started calling Varian cliche cheesy petnames as a joke, but eventually just got used to it & now they’re stuck like that.

They all definitely went undercover at a ball (possibly masquerade ball?) at some point in the story

Yong starts arguments between the other 3 on purpose sometimes either bc he finds it funny how easy it is, or because he wants to sneak off and do smth he’s not supposed to and needs smth to distract them

And here’s some of my own:

After all the stuff with the eternal library is done, Yong & Nuru can go back to their kingdoms and fix their problems, but Varian & Hugo aren’t ready to say goodbye *just* yet. They leave the library to Donella while they all travel together again. They drop Yong off at the fire kingdom and after saying goodbye to Nuru at the air kingdom, they head back to Corona. I have a lot of ideas for things that happen inbetween those events, but I’m not gonna get into all of that lol.

When Nuru first joined the group, and I mean like *just* joined, first day, she thought Yong was really cute and endearing, and bordered on babying him. But after experiencing him being, well, Yong, about his pyrotechnics, she did start treating him like more of an equal (partially because she understood he wasn’t a baby and partially because she was a little scared of him after that lol)

Hugo definitely has “dated” lots of people, but still HEAVILY exaggerates the number to sound cool.

Hugo always falls asleep last/stays up the latest, but sometimes falls asleep at random parts of the day bc of that.

There’s an ATLA-esque episode where Hugo (either by accident or on purpose, you decide) involves Nuru in some sort of theft, and she starts freaking out. I think this could probably end in a change of perspective somehow, like maybe Nuru initially thinks *any* kind of stealing is wrong, but then sees that they genuinely *need* this item and there was no other way to get it, and comes to understand not *all* crimes are inherently bad/selfish on principle. Smth like that.

Then as a partner to the hc above, there’s also some kind of episode that does this but for Hugo seeing things from Nuru’s perspective. I’m not entirely sure what this would be yet, tho. Maybe the rest of the gang getting injured/sick and Hugo needs to take care of & be responsible for them?? Still gotta think abt it.

There’s probably more but I started writing this almost right after I got up & I’ve been writing for like an hour(???) at this point (I had to re-format this like 5 times)

[reblog-house]

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial Wc: 835 Fandom: Life series Characters: Life series winners (including April Fools) Ao3: Here! When Scott appeared in a new world after Simple Life, he was not expecting what met him. Warning for body horror, though you don't see it happen.

Seeing Double

Tiny Scott was born from light into a new world. Both his eyes closed and his arms extended, a gust of air caressed his face in a welcoming gesture. 

With a content smile, he slowly opened his eyes, ready to take in his new surroundings. The first few moments of calmness before the start of a new game were always important to him. It was never good to start the game with an unsteady foot forward.

That short game he just finished had been a good change of pace. He felt truly refreshed after that. He couldn’t wait to-

The world wasn’t grass or sand, there was no sky — and very few people surrounded him. Not nearly enough to constitute a-

Something crashed, and Joel was yelling, pointing at him, but his eyes were set on the others.

He looked strange. Much… taller — disproportionately so. His torso seemed normal, but his legs and arms…

“You said there were no repeats! That’s not fair! And why does it have to be Scott, of all people?”

“Ouch? What did I-” he said, at the same time as another familiar voice said: “I’m still here, you know?”

It was his voice. Or as close to his voice as could be, distorted to his own ears. He was behind a counter, crystals refracted from his eyes, but they didn’t meet his own. 

“And why are you complaining? Finally realizing I could’ve actually won against you?” Grian’s voice came out smug from behind him, at the other side of the room. “From what you said, it seemed pretty close…” 

“It was not! And you didn’t win, anyway,” he rushed to say, “so I don’t know why you’re trying to brag about it!”

Grian looked wrong as well. More obviously than the others, covered head to thighs in feathers, and his face, it was-

“Oi, you’re all scaring him. Look at the little guy! He’s practically trembling!” Pearl said as she approached him — he twirled around to face her, and he shouldn’t have. Her figure towered over him more with every step. “Hi Scott!” She looked down at him and smiled. “Didn’t think I’d see a second of you here. I’m assuming you’ve learnt your lesson since we last met?” Pearl’s smile bore fangs.

His poor body’s heart was going faster than it did even with this size at the start. Faster than even the exertion of the chase when he was still of his regular height. 

“Ah, I see someone forgot to sacrifice himself this time around?” Scar said slowly, followed by a sip of his mug, sitting by the counter. Way too many flowers grew from his face, though only one flower would’ve counted as too many.

“Or to team up with the wrong people.” Martyn said, equally as scarred by coral, if not more. One of his eyes had sprouted into colorful tendrils, no hint of what had once been there. There were gaps in his smile. “Had a fun run? Not sorry for cutting your win short back then, by the way. It had to happen.”

Once everyone stopped talking, there was a brief moment of silence. Scott took this time to bring his heart rate down a notch.

“Scott!”

Oomph- a body crashed against him, sending him back a few steps — he barely managed to keep himself on his feet. Hands and a torso sandwiched his body and half his face like a hug, but no arms surrounded his body- no, he had to turn his head away from the body to breathe, and only the first fourth of an arm squished his face, the rest of it missing. The hands behind him pressed even harder into the hug for a second, then the whole body released him and held his shoulders when he stumbled back, keeping him in place. It was Cleo. 

“Look at you! Hi! You’re even shorter than me! Join my short team, I’m planning on overthrowing the talls — particularly Joel,” she fake-whispered. “He let his growth spurt get to his head, but he just looks weird with the legs and—”

“I heard that!”

“That’s surprising!” they yelled back. “I don’t remember you putting a bug on me! Or did you get the ‘hearing superpower’ Martyn had?” Then they turned to Scott and their whole demeanor changed again. “How are you doing! Your head is so big, how are you even standing up? It’s like half of your body and three times wider! That can’t be stable!” 

“I…” 

Everyone was looking at Scott, surrounding him from every side. Each face extremely familiar, memories from many lives past coagulating, fusing into the now in a way the pieces should never fall. All of them mangled, uncanny, wrong. 

But looking down to his own body, tiny legs under an even tinier torso, hands stained by void like the dirt he could never get rid of at the pond, from countless hours of thinning out the world, he realized…

He was faring no better than them.

[eowynstwin]

Hi everyone. It's been a while—exactly a month since I last posted to this blog. How have you been?

A month isn't really all that long, but it's enough time to be able to look at everything that happened and understand it better. In the end, the whole situation (I've been calling it The Fuckening in my head) really didn't have anything to do with me. I was unlucky enough to run across someone willing to hurt anyone they could for attention, but also lucky enough that everyone who mattered to me in this fandom went to bat for me.

So I’ve decided to come back to this blog. I'll be posting about call of duty again as well as posting my writing. I also plan to blog about other fandoms (I’d already been doing it anyway); I've been getting back into rdr2, for example, and there's some writing I'd like to do for that.

There’s more context which I’ll put below the cut, but that’s the most important part of what I have to say; I often regret how long winded I can be, so the rest is just self indulgence if you can forgive it. I’ve thought a lot about this choice and I’m satisfied with my decision. I hope none of you will mind.

So, lol, things were not great outside of fandom stuff when it all kicked off, though I didn’t mention it publicly because we all know by now that asking for any sympathy when you’re the target of a mob is more likely to just get you raked over the coals harder. I’m still not entirely sure about talking about all of this, but I have a bad tendency to clam up when I really should be asking for support. So:

I mentioned briefly before the accusations started flying that I was dealing with bedbugs—turns out it was actually something else, but leading up to a doctor’s visit I was convinced I had an infestation, and I was stripping my bed every day to look for them. I had alarms set to wake me up twice a night to see if I could catch them, so I was not sleeping all that well. I couldn’t find anything, but I had no other explanation, and it was driving me fucking crazy. Post doctor visit it turns out I had a viral infection. No idea where I caught it, and nothing to do but wait it out. I had a massive, gnarly looking rash all over my body, and to add insult to injury I developed a fever that took me out for a whole weekend. (I’m recovered now but I have a nifty new scar on my hip from getting a biopsy.)

Next to that, I was having some PTSD flareups of my own. This was (mostly) unrelated to The Fuckening. Now, I understand that that might be hard to believe, given “Myka’s” claims, and I can’t make you believe me. Nor will I provide details to convince you, other than to say there were some things going on in my neighborhood that recalled a period of time in my life that was extremely unstable, and I found myself irrationally terrified to go home every day. For those of you who don’t experience the symptoms of PTSD, I think it’s appropriate to note that it isn’t just emotional turmoil; I, personally, experience physical pain in my entire body that lingers for hours, days, or even weeks after being triggered. (Everything regarding this, too, is fine now. I have a great therapist and a supportive family.)

All of this to say, I wasn’t exactly thinking rationally when I decided to leave this blog and fandom. And I regretted the decision almost instantly.

However, I didn’t want to let grief make any decisions for me, and also I was still VERY scared Myka was going to hunt down my personal information and either dox or harass me elsewhere. I think this fear was justified; it has happened to other writers in this fandom before.* So I decided to take some time to cool off and watch the situation develop without me.

I don’t think I need to get into the details—although if you’re interested in them, @fulltacs has been keeping track of the drama. Given the most recent development with the four obviously sock puppet blogs that popped up and immediately began stirring shit up again, I realized Myka probably would have done what she did with or without me. I just so happened to give her the ammunition she needed to do something REALLY big. It was pure bad luck.

(Also—and I’m sorry if this is just stirring the pot, but after everything they did to me I feel I deserve to make the accusation—I’ve suspected for a while that the two loudest blogs leading the witch hunt against me were far more involved in this farce than anyone has assumed. I have no proof and I do not want anyone to do anything about it on my behalf, leave them the fuck alone. But I will not forget the distress they caused me for a long fucking time, and the only way for me to let this go is to say my piece. So there. Done. Let that be the end of it.)

Having this hindsight, I feel comfortable coming back. I’m still very touched by everyone’s support, which in the end was louder than the harassment. I also think it’s important for people who care about fighting racism in any community not to run at the first sign of trouble, which I did, and I feel pretty sorry for.

That’s the gist of things. If you’ve read all of this, thank you for doing so!

*I was going to add a paragraph about halfmoth-halfman’s situation but decided against it. For one thing, she wants to be left alone, and for another, talking about the experiences of fans of color, particularly black fans, deserves its own post separate from my white experience, if I should even post about it at all.

[lu-dao-writes]

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 (𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, & 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨)

𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈 ♡ ˊˎ- What the trio does when you’re going through a rough time.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈) / 𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈 ♡ ˊˎ-  Themes of depression and very vague mentions of self harm & suicidal ideation, hurt & comfort, established relationships.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒜/𝒩 ♡ ˊˎ- My firstish jjk piece and I hope to make more. I’m NOT caught up but I know some stuff. Please be gentle cause again this my first time kinda writing for them/this fandom. If you’re new to my page please know that most, if not all, my readers are gender neutral and usually are given little to no descriptions, but I do at times make them black coded, but anyone can still enjoy my content, just don’t be disrespectful about it. But I made this because lately my mental health has been ass and we all deserve comfort, no? Apologies if this seems all over the place! Anyways, please enjoy!✨💕

♡˗ˏ:𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮: :;🤍

Gojo knows exactly what it’s like to go through dark times (all three of them do fr).

Gojo knows something is wrong by the change of your actions. Although he acts like a clown and seems to be blasé about everything and everyone, he’s very observant and cares a lot more than what everyone thinks.

He’s not one to pry, especially if you don’t wanna talk about it right this second, but do eventually tell him what’s up, especially if you’re planning to hurt yourself in any way.

If you don’t tell him, he’ll be upset. Obvi.

He would listen to whatever you wanna say/vent.

Gojo seems like the type to take you to some empty field and let you scream it out and he’ll join you.

He’d want to see you smile and laugh and makes it his mission to see to that.

Gojo will also share his sweets with you if you’re craving something sweet.

Also the type to take you down to the convenient store in the late hours to buy junk food for you.

♡˗ˏ:𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨: :;🩵

Nanami knows something is wrong instinctually and by your actions. This man literally knows you like the back of his hand.

We all know he’s extremely observant and he’s the king of communication.

So he’ll most likely confront you the second he realizes somethings wrong.

He’s gentle but straightforward.

Nanami would want you to communicate with him, but he understands if it’s hard and you need time, just again, don’t let it be too late.

He’ll hold your hand if you allow it and will listen to you and offer advice or his opinion if that’s what you want.

If you wish to sit in silence, he’ll do that as well.

He’s definitely the type to gently lecture you about holding everything in, and he will admit that he doesn’t want to lose you.

♡˗ˏ:𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮: :;🖤

Geto would want you to tell him right away if somethings wrong or you’re in a dark headspace.

He’s been one of those people that never got checked on when he was silently crying out for help and he’d be damned to let you be in that same position.

He’s a sensitive guy himself so if you cry he might shed a tear with you.

Seeing you in so much mental anguish and or even physical pain makes him devastated.

Geto is the clingy type so expect him to stay close to you and check in with you a lot more, but if you desire space, he’ll give it to you, but he’s a bit reluctant.

He’s very scared to lose you.

If you’re wanting to cuddle, I can tell you right now, he gives the best cuddles ever.

[otamotone-dnp]

thoughts on the atlanta tit show/the show in general!!!

okay to start off, they’re so beautiful. oh my god. when they came out on stage for the pre show I was looking down at my phone not expecting it and their presence scared the shit out of me akskssk I jumped. phil’s eyes are so beautiful and piercing (in a good way lmao) and there was a part where he says a line by himself into a mic that was on my side of the stage and I was five rows back and I could just see his eyes so clearly. dan looked so happy and smiley and beautiful too. they look so good together!!!!

I thought the show was so well done, you could tell they thought it all through thoroughly, I can’t imagine how much planning it took. my friend who came with me has a degree in theatre and specializes in set and lighting design and she was saying how cool and well done the set was (she was giving me some info on how the screens work but I didn’t understand but it sounded kind of complicated lol)

okay now spoilers ahead:

the dolls part, oh my god. first of all, the little cardboard sets are so cute and accurate. they must have taken pj and Sophie so long to make. the “humping/fucking” part where phil makes the dolls fuck and 69 almost made me look away in like idk I felt bad almost watching that? lmao not fr but I was like Jesus dan and phil y’all are crazy and also we’re going there

I thought they did the conspiracy theories part in a classy way. we got tour bus, Vegas, and toilets. I liked the ice berg concept, it made me wonder if they’ve seen that “phandom iceberg” video somebody made on YouTube even though I don’t agree with that person’s approach to the fandom.

I thought the boxing was so well done, omg. it was so fun to watch. the clips of them before the boxing like the “hype” clips or whatever you call it were so good

seeing sister daniel on stage was iconic!! my friend leaned over to me when she came out and said “do you think he’s wearing underwear or something under there” aksksks I was like yeah, they’re just short. she doesn’t use tumblr much but I explained stuff from on here like how we got a glimpse of a little too much one time and he made them longer after that 😂 I also loved phil’s monologue while dan was changing

the song was great!! the audio cut out a few times but they’re so professional and played it off well. the dancing omfg iconic. dan was cracking me up, he gets so into it and they both did so great

there was one part where phil was forgetting a line, he kept saying “dan” where like he was meant to say it once and then say a line and he said it like three times and dan was like “yes phil” and walked closer to him, i could tell he was going to feed him the line but then phil remembered <3

during the part where they shoot the money guns at us, dan was over by my side of the stage, and the gun had like 5 bills in it and that was it ajsjsjs but he thought it was just jammed so he was like slapping it trying to get it to work and it sprung open and there was nothing in it lolol

also Dan’s pants kept like sagging down but I could tell it wasn’t intentional and he kept like trying to inconspicuously pull them up but I saw the top of his underwear at some point lol somebody help him out and get him a pair that fit better 😭

they’re so talented!!! so funny, so sweet, so beautiful. it was amazing and I’m so happy I got to go. I wish I got meet and greet but honestly it felt like a privilege to just be in the same room and be able to see them from the audience!

I have more thoughts on the parasocial/fan conceptualization of the show but it might take me a while to fully form those. I thought it struck a good delicate balance between acknowledging the damage the intense effort to out them did to them (especially dan) while also acknowledging what their fandom has done for them and how they appreciate us. also it definitely strikes a fucking delicate balance between “hard launching” and not lmao. I do think they will do that after tour, it just feels like this is what it’s leading to.

oh and I didn’t buy any merch bc I’m trying to save for Christmas and I might go on a trip in January but I loved the photocards we got in the silver VIP bag, they’re such a cute idea and I will treasure them

[seaoflove07]

Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

Masterpost.

AO3 Version.

Christine went to Sakamaki Mansion on Friday. Ruki joined her and this time he didn't leave her side. He told her since they were going away this weekend for their trip he did not want to risk her getting harmed and bitten. He made it clear he truly doesn't care about her well-being but since Karlheinz put her under his care, he did not have any other choice, he also mentioned it would be troublesome to calm Azusa down. Either way, Christine felt grateful and relieved that he didn't left her alone the entire time she was there, and because of that, none of the Sakamaki brothers took advantage of her. However, she did notice Reiji looking at her a lot. His gaze was hunting. She finds Reiji more scarier than Azusa, though she admits to herself, that she's warming up to Azusa and isn’t afraid of him anymore. Today was the night of the Hot Springs. She's looking forward to spending time with him this weekend. Her heart aches at the memory of him cutting himself. She’s never seen a person cut themselves in front of her before. The sight truly scared her but she stayed calm for him. She decided she wanted to be his emotional support for the rest of the summer and to show him that there are other ways to cope with depression and that life can still be beautiful even though we go through hard times on this earth, She wanted to show him things that maybe he hasn't experienced before, like hangouts, reading together, going shopping, cafes, going on walks to the park, she also wants to show him how to bake, in general doing fun things to distract our minds from the sadness in our hearts. Christine is not the happiest person either but thanks to the support of her family back home and doing these things for herself has helped her move on. She hopes it can help Azusa as well. 

The five of them were in the limousine on their way to the Villa Ruki reserved for them. From the pictures that Christine saw online, the place looked really nice with two wonderful different hot springs. There’s also a pretty river close by that she plans to swim in.  

Ruki: “Kou, If you are not happy with the Villa I chose for us then you should have stayed in the manor!”

Kou: “I’m not saying I’m not happy, all I’m saying is, you should have booked a villa where there would be lots of females around so we could’ve had a blood buffet. But no, you just had to get one with just us.”

Ruki: “You idiot! The Villa is close to the village, I’m sure you can find plenty of livestock there. The reason I booked this Villa just for us is because I want privacy and quiet time, I don't like it when my surroundings are too noisy. Stop complaining and be grateful that I’m even spending our savings on this so we can have a little family vacation together!”

Kou: Geez, fine calmed down. No need to get upset. I thought it would have been boring if we didn’t have Neko-chans around. Like, don’t get me wrong, I would have settled for Kujaku-chan, but I know Azusa won’t let me touch her. Though I should try anyway.

He smirks.

Azusa: “You are not touching my Rose, Kou…”

Kou: “Your Rose? Fufufu~”

Azusa: “Yes… mine…”

Kou: “Didn't I tell you that kissing her doesn't count? You know it has to be more than that.”

Christine: !!!

(Does he mean sex? Is that how a human becomes officially a vampire’s prey? I can feel my cheeks flushed! I need to change this subject…)

“D-Do you guys go to the hot springs often?”

Yuma: “Not really. I don't even remember the last time we went to one.”

Azusa: “I don't remember either…”

Kou: “Are we there yet? Why is it taking so long to get there?”

Yuma: “Oi Kou, What are you? A baby? You are becomin’ annoyin’

Christine: (Gosh! I agree! Kou is so fucking annoying…)

Ruki: “Exactly, stop being childish or I'll tell the driver to leave you here in the middle of the road!”

Kou: “Geez fine I'll stop talking.”

He crosses his arms and stares at the window.

Azusa: “Rose-san, I am happy… to see that you are wearing… the rose clip I got for you…”

She smiles.

Christine: “I really love it… Thank you again for this sweet gift.”

He starts playing with her hair.

Azusa: “No need to thank me… you remind me… of a red rose… you always smell lovely…like the rose petals from the garden…”

She blushes.

Kou: “Fufu~ Intersthing. So you are the one that got her that rose that she’s been wearing every day on her hair. Since when our little brother has become charming? Fufufu~”

Yuma: “ I swear if he doesn’t shut up he is goin’ meet my fist.”

Kou: “Eeeh~? The way you instantly lose your temper, you sure are acting like a savage.”

Yuma: “Che, Fuck off.”

Ruki: “You two! That is enough we are here.”

- The limousines stop -

Kou: “Finally~”

*Timeskip*

- At the Inside of the Villa -

Yuma: “Oi, Ruki. This looks better than I thought.”

Kou: “I agree, it’s very high quality.”

Azusa: “You sure have good taste, Ruki...”

Christine: “It’s wonderful, even way better than the pictures I saw online.”

Ruki: “Glad you all find it to your liking. Here is your key to your rooms.”

He hands everyone their keys.

“You can all go settle in. We will meet later for dinner.”

*TimeSkip*

After they ate dinner together they all decided to hang out in the Game Room. Ruki was sitting in a chair reading a book, and Christine challenged Yuma to a Ping Pong Game.

Yuma: “You sure have some guts Blondie, to challenge a man like me. Just know, just because yer a chick doesn't mean I’ll go easy on ya.”

She smirks.

Christine: “I don’t expect you to be.”

She hits the ball, it bounce once and Yuma misses the ball.

Azusa: “Nice job, Rose...”

Yuma: “Shit! Don’t get too excited, Blondie. I’m just warmin’ up. I’ll throw the ball this time.”

He hits the ball with his racket, and Christine hits it perfectly back at him. Yuma misses the ball again.

Kou: “Oh wow! Yuma, you suck at this game. Fufufu~”

Yuma: “Aah!? Shuddap! That's it. Blondie, your ass is mine!”

He hit the ball hard and to his surprise she hit it perfectly again and he missed the ball again and again. They keep playing back and forth until he loses not even making one point.

Yuma: “Fuck!!! Dammit, Blondie! Are you a professional player or somethin’?”

She giggles.

Christine: “No, but my brother and I have been playing this game since we were little kids so over time I guess I kinda got good at it.”

Kou: “My turn!”

He snatched Yuma’s racket.

“Don’t cry when I win this game, Kujaku-chan.”

She rolled her eyes.

Christine: “Are you ready?”

He nods.

- They start playing -

Surprisingly, Kou did way better than Yuma did and even made a few points but in the end, Christine won the game.

Yuma: “You lose, Kou. Blondie wins again.”

Kou: “Well~ at least I did better than you did. Maybe Ruki-kun can beat her.”

Yuma: “Oi, Ruki. Will you come play and beat Blondie’s a—”

Ruki: “Not Interested.”

He continued reading his book.

Kou: “Oi, Ruki-kun is no fun.”

Yuma: “Well, I guess we have to rely on, Azusa.”

Kou: “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

Yuma: “He’s the only one we got. Oi, Azusa. Your turn and give it your all.”

Azusa grabs the racket and he positions himself, facing Christine and he gives her a cute smile.

- She hit the ball and it hits him on the chest -

Christine: “Azusa! You are supposed to hit the ball. Why you staid still?”

Azusa: “I wanted the ball to hit me… it felt good… Rose, can you hit me with the ball again…? This time a little harder… Hehehe…”

Kou: “I guess the game is over.”

Yuma: “Tch, I agree.”

Christine: “I win!”

She said cheerfully.

Yuma: “Oi! Stop thinkin’ too high of yourself. You just got lucky this time.”

Kou: “Exactly, Kujaku-chan. Because I'll be the winner next time. Fufufu~

*TimeSkip*

Christine was now in her room. She was happy that the first night at the villa was so much fun. After the Ping Pong game, they continued to play other games. They also talked and laughed a lot. For the first time since she’s been here in Japan, Christine saw the vampire brothers act more normal than usual. Well at least for now that they were on vacation. Dawn was about to come which meant, it was time to go to bed. Christine had her white nightgown on and started walking towards the bed. She stopped in her tracks as she heard a knock on her door.

*Knock, Knock*

- She opens the Door -

Christine: “Azu? What are you doing here? You should get ready for bed.”

Azusa: “Please, Rose... Let me come in… just for a little bit…”

Christine: “Fine, but only for a little while. I’m feeling sleepy.”

She yawned.

“So… what’s up?”

Azusa: “Fufu… you are so cute, Rose… I just wanted to have a little time alone with you…”

“… We didn’t have any alone time tonight… and seeing the way you were smiling… and laughing with my brothers… made me jealous…”

Christine: “Huh? Talking and laughing doesn’t mean anything. Plus, I also live with them so it’s normal that I socialize with them.”

Azusa: “I‘m just scared… if you get too close to them… that you will prefer one of them… over me…”

Christine: (I can see that he’s starting to get anxious, I need to calm him…)

“Azu, don’t feel that way. We are having a great time so far and we all were spending time together. You were there with me. It wasn't like I was alone with them.”

(He still looks anxious…)

“I'll tell you what. How about after our hot spring bath the two of us can go together to the river? I bought a new bottle of wine that we can enjoy it together, while we drink, I can read you one of my favorite poems.”

Azusa: “You really want to spend time with me…?”

Christine: “Yes, I do. We are also gonna go swimming in the river so make sure you bring your swimsuit.”

He smiles.

Azusa: “It makes me happy… that I will have my Rose-san all to myself…”

- He pulls out a knife -

“Now… let’s inflict pain on each other… before we go to bed…”

He walks closer to her.

Christine: “Azusa, stop! We are not doing this.”

She takes a few steps back.

Azusa: “Eh…? Why…? You love feeling pain, right…? I love it too… That being said...The two of us are...two peas in a pod...In short, it means we’re the same...right…?”

Christine: “I have told you many times that I don't like pain.”

Azusa: “Please, Rose… I beg you…”

Christine: “No! Get out, I'm not doing th—”

He suddenly pulls her by the wrist.

Azusa: “Only one cut, Rose… I promise…”

He cuts her forearm.

Christine: “Ow…!!”

(The sting of the cut hurts so much!…)

Azusa stared with fascination at the wound that was dripping blood. He pulls her arm closer to his mouth and he slowly licks it.

Azusa: “Mmm… I couldn't let your delicious blood go to waste… Fufu… Now your turn… Here, cut me…”

Christine: “No, I will not do this, now please leave!”

Azusa: “I made you feel so good… that now you have tears in your eyes…”

He cups her cheek and licks her tears slowly, enjoying every drop.

- Christine froze -

Azusa: “Mmm… so good…”

He rested his forehead on hers and whispered.

“Now it’s your turn… to make me feel good…”

She exhales in short breaths.

Christine: “Azu… Please… I don't want to do this…”

Azusa: … ...

“Do you hate me…?”

Christine: “Of course not! And I have tried showing you the opposite many times. I just don't want to hurt you.”

(How did things end up like this? We were having such a great time earlier…)

He forces her to hold the knife.

Azusa: “I'll guide your hand… so you won't feel guilty…”

*Stabs*

Christine: (His cut is even longer than mine!…)

Azusa: “Haah… it’s lovely… this new wound inflicted by you on me…”

“Thank you, my Rose… I will take my leave now… sleep well…”

Christine: (I doubt I'll sleep well after this but to be honest I'm not surprised. Azu still thinks that pain is the only way to feel wanted and needed. I just need to keep trying harder to show him the opposite…)

The Next Day

- At the relaxation facility -

The brothers were taking a bath together in the outdoor spa.

Kou: “Haah… this water feels so good. I can feel the tension in my body drifting away. The steam is nice as well.”

Kou starts swimming.

Yuma: “Oi! This is not a swimmin’ pool.”

Ruki: “Kou, Behave!”

Kou: “Geez! You guys are no fun.”

Yuma: “Stop actin’ like a kid!”

Ruki: “Well, enjoy it while it lasts because we won't be taking another vacation for a long time.”

Kou: “Huh? Why?”

Ruki: “Because we need to save money, we cannot be wasting all our savings on lavish vacations.”

Yuma: “Well I'll be enjoyin’ Oi! Azusa, why are you so quiet?”

Kou: “Yeah, cat cut your tongue?”

Azusa: … Sorry, I was just thinking about, Rose… she must feel lonely in her bath…”

Yuma: “Che, you are becomin’ obsessed with that chick.”

Kou: “Becoming? I think he already is. Fufu~”

Ruki: “I agree with Kou. This obsession of yours is not good, Azusa. We still don't know what that man wants with Livestock. But one thing I know for sure is… She is not another bride and there won't be another Adam. Meaning she wasn't sent to us for her to choose a mate!”

Azusa: “You are wrong…! She told me… we are meant to be together…”

Kou: “Not to be rude, Azusa but I find that hard to believe.”

Yuma: “I agree. Blondie doesn't give me those vibes that she will bluntly say that.”

Azusa: “Well… it was the Princess… who told me that…”

Ruki: “Good grief, Azusa. What on earth are you talking about? What Princess?”

Yuma: “When the hell did you meet a princess?”

Kou: “Spill it~”

Azusa: “Okay… Before Christine came into the manor, I'd had dreams about her… but in these dreams… she was a Princess of a forest…especially the waters…”

Ruki: … ...

“I feel there is more to her since the first day she arrived. Her blood scent is similar to Eve’s but I sense a different Aura with her but I can't tell for sure what can she be or what does that man wants with her. She must be special if he is threatening to kill anyone who kills her.”

“Azusa, tell me everything about these dreams, I need to know every detail, everything that she said to you. Who knows? If they can lead us to a clue to his plan.”

Azusa nods.

Azusa told his brothers everything, every dream he had with the princess. He didn't leave anything out since he remembers every detail of it, he always had it vivid in his mind because he never wanted to forget her. He told them all the things that were said and done between the two. He even described the forest and that it was always the same one all the time, that she would always have on a white dress with a blue ribbon around her waist and a flower crown on her head. He also told them that in the last dream he had about her, she said all five of them were part of his plan, and after that, her tears turned into blood.

All three brothers felt goosebumps.

Kou: “All five of us!? What the hell do we have to do with her?”

Yuma: “I thought Blondie, was the only one part of his plan. What the fuck is that man plannin’?”

Ruki: “I have no idea. These are only dreams. But If what she said comes true, this changes everything…“

Kou: “ I-I think she's a… mermaid or a siren.”

Yuma: “Shit! You think those creatures exist?”

Ruki: “If vampires and werewolves exist who knows? If these creatures do too.”

!!!!!

Azusa: “Ruki… what’s wrong?”

Kou: “Yeah Ruki-kun, are you okay? You suddenly got pale.”

Ruki: “I remembered, I had my familiar follow her. She was at the manor swimming pool and my familiar saw another blonde woman with a white dress near Christine in the water, at first I thought that Livestock was a witch and doing black magic, but when I comforted her about it. She told me how scared she was when she saw a woman in front of her who looked exactly like her.”

Flashback

Ruki: "I see. Thinking about it a Witch wouldn't have a similar blood scent to Eve. Did the figure say anything to you?"

Christine: "Yes... She said, "Soon, you will be me."

"I-I don't understand the meaning of this. She did look exactly like me but when she gave me a sinister look it seemed inhuman."

Flashback Ends

Azusa: “I got her out of the pool… I thought she was drowning… but she told me she wasn’t… and she asked me if I saw… someone inside the pool… I truly didn’t see anyone…”

Yuma: “Creepy! But what the fuck would a vampire king want with a mermaid?”

Kou: “Exactly~ those creepy things are from the ocean. I still can’t understand what that has to do with us.”

Azusa: “My Rose is not creepy…! I will not allow… the two of you… to disrespect her…!”

Kou: “Eeeh~?

Yuma: “What the fuck, Azusa?”

Ruki: “Everyone calm down! We are not sure if she really is that. Though, I do believe we got some clues thanks to Azusa. I will keep doing my research, In the mean time we need to keep an eye on her. Azusa, if you get more dreams or notice something from Livestock, let me know immediately.”

*TimeSkip*

Christine was sitting on the outdoor hot spring. The water was crystal clear and hot, and steam filled her vision. The nature surroundings was a nice view while she bath but for some reason, she didn't feel relaxed. She knows she shouldn’t feel this way, especially since this is her first hot spring and she had it all to herself, it was quiet for once. But she feels like something is off, like if someone is watching her. The only one who could maybe be watching her could be Azusa, but she highly doubt that. Azusa may have done many things to her but he is not a pervert. I don't think he will be watching me by far just to see my naked body. But why does she still have this strong feeling that someone is watching her? Her thoughts were becoming a mess so she decide to lean her head back on the water and close her eyes to try to relax.

Suddenly she hears a splash of water as if someone is getting in the bath. Her heart started to race and she sat up looking at her surroundings but she didn't see anyone.

Christine: “Is someone there? Azusa is that you? This is not funny if it is!”

(No answer, maybe is nothing, maybe… I'm just being paranoid. More steam filled my vision and the silence felt creepy. I don’t know why but I’m having a bad feeling. I should get out now…)

She stands up and starts walking to get out of the water. She suddenly froze! The hair from her arms stands up, and her stomach dropped and her heart felt like it was gonna ripped out from her chest. She couldn't speak. The sight that was in front of her made her tremble.

A large grayish hand with long nails, and blood stains surrounding its fingertips stood out of the water, facing her. She didn't see a body underneath it. It was just the large hand above the water. She finally forced herself to move her body and started to run to the other corner of the hot spring to get out of the water. But whatever demonic force was there, grabbed her and pulled her into the water. Christine screamed but her screams turned into bubbles and no one could hear her underwater. A hand grips her neck and starts choking her. Christine couldn't breathe and she was starting to get desperate to save her own life. She grabs the hand that was holding her neck tightly and digs in her fingernails with all her strength. Blood gushed out mixing with water. Christine kept digging her nails tighter and tighter until the hand released her but then it scratched her belly, and more blood filled her sight until the hand disappeared. Immediately, once she noticed that it was gone she got out of the water, gasping. She felt pain all over her body and was starting to feel dizzy. But she ignored it and kept going, she needed to get out of there. She managed to get out of the water and grab a towel to cover her body. She wrapped it around herself and started to run towards the villa. She didn't care about leaving her bag with her clothes behind, once she got inside the villa, she managed to get to her room, closing the door behind her. She then walked towards the bed shivering, tears formed in her eyes and her vision started to get blurry, feeling dizzier and dizzier until… Her body passed out on top of the bed.

— TO BE CONTINUED —

[thetomorrowshow]

reveal ourselves to ourselves

FEBUWHUMP DAY 1: vocal cords

fandom: Hermitcraft SMP

i do not plan to do every day of febuwhump btw. just some here and there

this is part of sleep cycle, my series where a handful of hermits got kidnapped and tortured etc etc

~

“Mumbo?”

Mumbo jolts, almost knocking over the chest he’d just emptied. He forces a breath in, lets it out, then turns, as casually as he can manage.

Doc is standing behind him, a good distance away. His robotic arm is still half-built, his eye covered with a patch.

Mumbo opens his mouth. No sound comes out.

It isn’t logical. It really, really isn’t. There isn’t anything wrong with his voice or his throat; his vocal cords are perfectly intact. And he’s never had any sorts of problems with speaking—he said his first word at only a couple months old, simple.

It isn’t right that he can’t speak.

If he was a machine, he’d decommission himself. No use for a machine that doesn’t fulfill its basic functions.

At least Doc can rebuild himself.

“Can I talk with you?” asks Doc.

Mumbo doesn’t say yes.

He doesn’t say no, either, which might be why Doc doesn’t leave.

Doc sits on a chair—not one of Mumbo’s, one of Grian’s that he left here two days ago. Mumbo doesn’t sit, because there isn’t another chair, and he sure is not going to sit on the floor of his vault.

He doesn’t want to talk—he can’t talk—but he isn’t just going to walk away, right?

Is that an option?

It would be rude, wouldn’t it?

“I think we all need to communicate better,” Doc starts, and Mumbo feels like ice slides down his throat and into the pit of his stomach.

He’s been avoiding everyone except Grian all week, but it isn’t like he asked him not to tell anyone that he’s said maybe a dozen words total since returning. It’s entirely possible that everybody is aware and has been having meetings about it and they chose Doc to confront him about it.

There’s a repeater on the ground, and Mumbo slowly crouches down and scoops it up. He clicks it back and forth only once before he stops, the sound too loud.

Doc looks down at his knees, then back up, something steely in his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You might not know it, but . . . our captors showed you to me. They . . . they gave me a choice.”

A choice.

Mumbo knew that Milo wasn’t lying. He had told himself over and over again that it was a lie, that it had just been an attempt to induce stockholm syndrome.

He’d always known, though, that it was the truth.

That one of his friends had been given the choice to either free him or someone else from the muzzle, and they had chosen someone else.

It would be rude to just walk away.

But Mumbo doesn’t really care.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t look at Doc.

He just turns around and walks away, right through the partially completed wall of his vault and out onto the grassy hill that he’s building on, then on past that. He walks away, into the trees, and just hopes that Doc doesn’t follow him.

He likes nature. Is it weird that he likes nature, when he’s a redstoner? He never gets to spend time in nature unless he goes out of his way to experience it, and he rarely has that sort of time.

It feels more important to make that sort of time than it did before.

He isn’t dressed for a walk—his suit jacket is already getting heavy, his tie constricting. He pulls his tie loose, but keeps walking, even as he starts to sweat.

He spent so long cold.

A bee buzzes by. Its buzz is loud, but it’s the right kind of loud, a sound that belongs in this environment. A good loud.

If loud can be good.

Grian shouts sometimes, and it scares him. He tries not to let it show, especially since Grian seems inclined to spend a good majority of each day with him, and loud noises are part and parcel of hanging out with Grian. Unfortunately, Mumbo’s fairly certain that Grian’s noticed, because he tries to keep it down as often as he remembers.

Grian shouldn’t have to cater to him like that. That’s part of Grian’s personality—a tad bit loud, a dash of explosions. It’s who he is and how he acts, and Mumbo really ought to be used to it, even after two months away.

Is it wrong to miss who he used to be?

Is it wrong to wish he was still the functional Mumbo, the one who could talk, who wasn’t scared of his friends, who could take a walk through the woods without running out of breath?

It’s probably about time for his strictly scheduled afternoon snack. Gem had been clear about his malnourishment and had set up a precise diet to follow to get back to normal, and Mumbo’s supposed to be having peanut butter crackers today. He prefers the crackers over carrots and an apple, his snack yesterday. Carrots make his jaw click painfully.

It’s been a nice (though brief) walk, but he should head back to his base and hope that Doc has left him in peace. Then he can have his snack and get back to organizing his storage.

But when Mumbo returns, Doc is still there, sitting right where Mumbo left him in Grian’s chair.

Mumbo doesn’t look directly at him, even though Doc straightens at his entrance. Instead, he makes a beeline for the corner of his base that serves as a kitchen and digs in his food chest until he finds crackers and his frankly massive container of peanut butter. He spreads a bit onto a cracker, pops it into his mouth, then finally looks at Doc.

He doesn’t feel angry, not . . . not really. He doesn’t think so, at least. He’s too tired from his walk to feel much of anything.

There’s something in his chest, though, some kind of tightness that might be grief? Sadness? Something that hurts.

Doc definitely looks sad, his eye crinkled and lips turned down. He does, however, stand when Mumbo holds out a cracker to him, thumping over to share in the snack.

“I’m sorry,” Doc says again, and Mumbo just eats another peanut buttered cracker. “I hurt you with what I did. It was a choice, and . . . and I made it. And my choice hurt you.”

It did.

It did hurt, and Doc will never understand just how alone Mumbo felt when Milo whispered in his ear that his friend refused to help him. He’ll never know that he cried, that he finally became that certain he would never be rescued. Doc will never know how much his jaw hurt, how much it still hurts, how some mornings he wakes up with it so stiff that he wouldn’t be able to talk even if he wanted to.

It’s—it’s betrayal, Mumbo realizes. That feeling in his chest is betrayal, because Doc hurt him.

He doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t know why Doc made the choice he did, but it hurts. It doesn’t matter if he had a good reason; he betrayed Mumbo’s trust and that’s that.

However, Mumbo has made a point to not hold grudges, and he has to assume that Doc, analytical as he is, had some sort of reasoning behind his choice. Mumbo can’t blame Doc for being given such a horrible decision.

“How is your redstone?” Doc asks after a long moment, and Mumbo recognizes it for the olive branch it is.

He beckons Doc down toward the basement of his vault, to his half-finished redstone for the door and his storage and everything, and they silently fall into work together as they examine and improve what he’s been working on.

At one point, Doc hands Mumbo a torch and he mutters a thanks, his voice creaky from disuse.

They’ll figure it out. The redstone, and the friction between them.

Hermits always do.

[supernova41st]

Can you do Cassandra for one of the dating head canons?

Cassandra x Reader Headcanons✮

A/n: Hey guyss sorry I’ve been gone for a while, I posted an a/n a while ago explaining why I’ve been busy here. I’m probably only going to post a few more fnf Headcanons until I move into the next fandom and see how that goes.(I personally see Cassandra more in the girls team so most of these hcs are for my girlies, so srry if ur masc reading this.)

Warnings: emotional suppression, slight obsession

Cassandra is a very hidden person

By that I mean she doesn’t share her feelings all that much, and when she does it’s in the form of violence (wow who could’ve guessed) So it took a while for you to get a break through with her

Anyways you guys met at her concert, she noticed you in the crowd singing a song she wrote.

So she was quite eager to finish up her song and go up to you after the show

Now you weren’t exactly scared of her it’s just that everyone at your school was, so it made you quite cautious of her even if you liked her music

“Hey,, I saw you out there”

flinch

“Oh, Cassandra. Sorry was I a bit loud out there wasn’t I?”

“Yeah, not as loud as me tho” oh my god of course not Cassandra it’s a fucking concert you stupid bitch-

“Ooh about that, how do you do that thing with your voice? It sounds like your voice gets pretty sore after all of that, it’s impressive!!”

Holyshitholyshit no one’s actually said that to me? Are they making fun of me?? Cuz if they are I’m beating the fuck out of them but they seemed to really like it back there-

Cassandra just froze right there, her cheeks were tinted as red as her hair while you just stood there, head tilted.

“..um I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow?”

“MHM”

nodding aggressively 💀

This girl made a whole plan on how to look for you at lunch, she even thought of getting on one of the lunch tables to find you

But you immediately spotted her because of her bright hair

She wasn’t sure how to act at first, because she really liked being around you which was a first time thing for her

As soon as she sat down in front of you she started to feel something different inside of her, she didn’t feel as much hate as she did on a normal basis. If anything she felt like she could let her guard down for once when she was around you

She’d let you call her nicknames that she doesn’t even let her parents call her, ‘Cass, Cassie, CayCay, CeCe ’

The one that really stuck with her was the one time you called her ‘babe’, to most people if you called your friend babe it was just to show affection.

But Cassandra always imagined that someday you’d always refer to as ‘babe’, or even ‘baby’.

Cassandra would stop writing about so much violence and write more about love (which didn’t sit right with her band members lol)

She’d always write about how she fell into your eyes, sure it was cliche to say but it felt so true.

On a warm summer night, you two were just chilling on a tubed slide at a closed park, eating snacks and ranting about god knows what.

That’s when she fucked up and confessed , genuine fear struck her eyes because she thought you’d be disgusted by how she felt since she was considered the ‘weird girl’ in school

Until you held her cold pale hand, and kissed her, black lipstick staining yours.

She then pushed you with her, laying on the slide, as you to began to makeout on her now favorite place to visit.

Now Ms Cassandra probably sees you as the most beautiful creature on this planet.

She enjoys doing gothic/punk like makeup on you while you do your own looks on her.

On Halloween you two would dress as nana (I know close to nothing abt this show so pls correct me if they’re a lesbian couple or not)

Depending on your style some people thought you guys just wore your regular clothes to the Halloween party

On Valentine’s Day she sent you a card that read “I want to share my coffin with you <3”, some people might find it weird but if anything you found it the sweetest thing in the world

Oh, you dye your hair too? Automatically in love, you two would love helping dye each others hair.

“Shoot”

“What? What happened?”

“I got the wrong color :(“

“Fuck.. Eh, I guess I can rock pink for a bit”

She did NOT rock pink 😵😵

Cassandra also drew your name/initials on all her shoes. She was DETERMINED to let it be known that she loves you

[11queensupreme11]

Hii queennnn

did you read the new chapter by nightlysea on ao3 “when two worlds collide”?

honestly i was terrified after I finished it

and the fact that it was actually very similar to their dynamic now just much heavier

the story details 👇👇👇

I totally expected her sons to act like this especially after being raised by poseidon, but the fact her own sons are still trying to shape her to become more obedient after all of this ??😭😭

but i really cared about was how poseidon treated her

punishment every time yes i did expect that, but the whole birthing eggs and the pain and the fact poseidon didn’t let her see her baby ?

that shattered me it felt like he became so in love with her objectively that he didnt really care about her emotions the chapter was so well written but it scared me honestly

It was probably my fault that i believed percy will find happiness somehow but that chapter kinda grounded me and I honestly really want her to run away but i know that is not going to happen

i really love yanderes and the possessiveness(not irl obv) because i like reading about how whipped they are for her always thing about her and the jealousy but idk it felt like percy was treated as a baby machine which exactly what you tried to tell us the whole time, they love in a way that is so fucking terrifying and the expectations that percy had to endure since she needs to bear children for fucking SEVEN HUSBANDS ?? my babbyyyy i’m gonna cryyyyy

Maybe i’m reading so much into it i really likeed that chapter and oh my gosh the plot twist in the end??😭 no wonder Poseidon hated his guts

are you planning to make their dynamic similar to what nightlysea wrote

or more obsessive (if thats possible) or less

I dont know if i’m ready for arc3 if its gonna be the heavy stuff😭😭😭😭😭

also is percy going to move from house to house like a child of divorced parents ??

idk what I thought will happen maybe build a huge castles for her and all her husbands on vahalla with transportation points to midgard and hellhim that doesn’t make sense i know but i really want her to havea stable home

I HAVE!!! IT WAS SOOOO BEAUTIFUL AND SOOO DARK I LOVED IT 😭💖💖💖

i left a pretty lengthy comment a few hours ago. this was my favorite interlude chapter yet, i even liked it more than the qin x percy oneshot 😍😍😍 can't wait for the next chapter (it's gonna be a reaction one!!!)

"are you planning to make their dynamic similar to what nightlysea wrote" GIRL IDK, I'M LITERALLY STILL STUCK ON MAKING NAMES AND LOOKING FOR PICS LMAO nightlysea is waaaaay ahead of me in the dynamics aspect, i barely got ANYTHING 100% decided 😭

speaking of percy and her kids, i need to go back to looking for names and pics of them 😞😞😞

for anyone wondering, this is the fic and chapter we're talking about:

[lovevalley45]

#fictober24 - day thirty-one

"I won't let you down."

fandom: 9-1-1

word count: 655

a/n: i said that if i caught up to 9-1-1 before the end of october i would write a bucktommy fic for my final entry and what am i but a woman of my word... i rarely pull the "please be nice to me this is my first time writing this ship" card but i am pulling it tonight

A dislocated shoulder wasn’t the worst injury Buck had gotten on the job, considering the number of near-death situations he’d been in. And that one time he actually had died. 

But when Tommy had offered to play nurse and come over for the night, he wasn’t going to say no. 

As Tommy shut the door behind him, Buck said, “Thanks for offering to stay over. I’m pretty sure my shoulder is gonna be fine, but…” He raised his eyebrows, hesitating to invoke his name in his own apartment. 

“I’m more concerned about you hurting yourself again than a cowboy curse, Evan.” 

“Hey, there’s no slipping hazards here.” Buck glanced around his apartment. “Unless Billy Boils has another trick up his sleeve.” 

Tommy crossed his arms with a laugh. “As far as I can tell, no pumpkin guts here.” 

“Yeah, there was a reason I left that part out.” 

He set a hand on his uninjured shoulder. “Just go get comfortable. I’ll order in. Pizza sound good?” 

“I can do pizza.”

Buck made his way to the living room and plopped down on the couch. The rough landing sent a twinge of pain through his shoulder, making him wince. Okay, yeah, maybe he’d busted it worse than he thought. 

He checked the group chat to see what was happening - thankfully, not roasting his slip. As he closed it, his finger hovered over the browser app on his phone. Maybe this was the perfect time to do more research. 

But before he could, he heard Tommy coming in from the kitchen. “Here’s an ice pack.” He stepped in front of him to press it into his shoulder, one hand holding his other arm. Any thoughts of Googling “how to break curses from spirits you pissed off on accident” evaporated as he watched him try to gauge the best place to rest it. “That good?” 

“Mm? Oh, yeah.” It took a moment for Buck to realize he ought to put his own hand there to hold in place, their fingers brushing for a moment. “Thanks.” 

“You’ll just have to hold it there for twenty minutes, and by then the pizza will be here.” Tommy joined him, sitting on his right side.

“Good.” He set his phone down on the coffee table. “This is not how I imagined spending the night before Halloween.” 

“Oh, really? What did you have in mind?” Tommy asked. 

“I don’t know.” Buck shrugged with his uninjured shoulder. “Maybe find a horror movie marathon to pass the time. Maybe even inviting my boyfriend over and pretending to be scared to have an excuse to hold onto him - because obviously I wouldn’t be scared by a silly horror movie.” 

“Right,” he said, voice full of amusement. “Says the man who believes he’s cursed.” 

“Curses are real, B-movie monsters are not,” he retorted. Gesturing to his shoulder, he added, “Proof.” 

“It’s proof of something, alright.”

Buck huffed. “Well, he’s taken his revenge on me for tonight. Hopefully, he’ll leave me alone now, especially since you’re here to protect me.” 

Raising his eyebrows, Tommy said, “I can do a lot of things, but I’m a firefighter, not a Ghostbuster.”

He grinned. “You don’t have to bust any ghosts. But I know Billy Boils won’t even try anything with you having my back.” 

“Well, I won’t let you down.” He leaned to kiss him, gently at first. 

But Buck deepened the kiss, letting himself get carried away. He attempted to cup his face, but moved his shoulder wrong and pulled away. 

Tommy’s face was full of concern as he looked over him. “Oh, God. You good?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He moved the ice pack back into place. “There go our movie night plans.” 

“We can just be very careful. Though.” He stood up. “I’ll get you some ibuprofen.” 

“Alright.” 

As he walked away, Buck closed his eyes and leaned his head back. 

Yeah, he was a fan of Nurse Kinard.

[panda-panoptic]

A few thoughts on this fandom and current events (my opinions)

This is something that has been on my mind for a while. Anyone that knows me has seen that I have been frequently less active in the fandom for a while now and there’s reason behind that. Not only has my life continued to improve and get busier, but I have also been increasingly more active and “radical” in my own social activism and education. This has all led me to being more focused on other things and to having less of an interest in this space in general.

I still like hetalia. It’s corny, but engaging in this fandom has really shaped who I am. It has given me so much personal inspiration and comfort and led me to meeting many amazing people. I don’t plan on leaving the fandom entirely (who can?), but I don’t plan on making a sort of comeback. Of course, I’m not that big in the fandom anyway so it’s not that influential of me to say, but if I can get one message out to the fandom it would be this:

You need to become socially conscious and active in your own community now. It sounds cliche and maybe daunting, and I’m not going to get into the gritty details of why, but if you aren’t already organizing in some way now, you need to as soon as you can.

You can find local chapters and groups to join online through social media or even a quick look through a search engine. Don’t be afraid to shop around or start one. You need to become familiar with and become a part of local organizations and communities because that is all we have. If we are going to make change in any substantial way it is going to be through the power of us as a collective, not sitting by maybe posting a think piece on social media or reposting whatever quotes that come up on our feed we agree with.

You need to get uncomfortable with your place in society because, frankly, if you’re able to take the time and energy to make a post on hetalia you come from a place of privilege (not a bad thing at all). It’s what you DO with that privilege that matters. And of course I’m not saying don’t indulge in your hobbies or what makes you happy, we need that too. Hell, I’m posting this on a hetalia fan account. To tell you to stop being interested in these silly little gay men would be hypocritical. But for the love of everything good, take a bit of that time and effort and put it into some social cause or positive change.

There is a Holocaust happening in the Middle East and human rights violations across the globe playing out in real time, and the powers that be expect us to be complacent in it. It’s easy to do that, and a lot of us do, and you’re not entirely to blame. It’s stressful, scary, and not what we’re made to handle. But if we simply do nothing, in short, what is there to gain?

As Simone De Beauvoir says, “Change your life today. Don’t gamble on the future, act now, without delay.”

Activism and taking action in your life in whatever way you can isn’t just for societal benefit but for your own self preservation. Do you really want to live in a world like this? Do you really want to continue to suffer from the consequences of others? Are you really going to sit back and let others take your power and the rights you have left from you?

I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t scared or worried or don’t know what to do or say half the time when it comes to this. No one does. But that’s the thing, no one does. We are all connected in that aspect. Together we can figure it out, even if that’s just by reassuring ourselves that we have support.

Please continue to be kind and generous to each other and strive to be better each day.