#I'm just the fucking writer

[evilfloralfoolery]

Daggers and Deception - Part 7

Sooo, even if you haven't read another of the other plotfucker parts, this is the one where everything starts to come to light and shit goes sideways. I didn't even fucking know who or what Indigo was until this part. Also, if you thought he was this even-tempered control freak, BOY HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU lol.

This is the last part of the plotfuckery that I'm going to post. There's plenty more, but I'll summarize that, as there is one very particular snzfucker scene I'm dying to post after this, because fuck it.

_________________________________

“Let me get this straight.”  Grimm leans back against an aging column of wood, arms folded across his chest.  “You’re a demon hunter.”

Indigo nods.  “Yes.”

“Hunting actual demons.”

“Yes,” Indigo repeats. 

“And the thing in my room was a demon.”

Indigo eyes him like he’s the most exasperating fucker on the planet.  “That is what I said.” 

Yeah, this is too much weird shit for him and that’s saying something.  He’s seen men bleed out in the streets, heard the talk of slowly plotted murder with nothing more than a kitchen knife and some jewelry making wire.  Hell, he’s even come across a naked dude running through traffic while high on who the fuck knows what, yelling about how his bullshit is a message from a god.  But this?  This didn’t just take the cake, it took the whole fucking bakery.

“Oh, come on, Indy.”  Grimm rakes a hand through his hair.  “I knew you weren’t a fucking book editor, but this is some bullshit.” 

“I am, in fact, an editor,” Indigo says in such a matter-of-fact way that Grimm rolls his eyes. 

“What, that your daytime job?”  If Grimm’s sarcasm drips any hotter, it will scald a cast iron pan. 

“In a manner of speaking.”  

And the guy just stands there. Just fucking stands there like this is some normal ass conversation about the weather or some shit.  The thing is, Indigo believes it.  Aside from being one of the most lethal snipers in the business, Grimm had a reputation for being a human lie detector.  Indigo definitely thinks he’s telling the truth.  

Which makes all of this shit weirder.

“Honestly, Grimm.  I do not know why this is so difficult for you to grasp.  It is very much like mercenary work.” 

Grimm laughs, the kind of laugh that says “you’re a fucking crazy bitch” without actually having to say it.  “Look, buddy.  I don’t know what you’re smokin’, but–”

A dagger is at his throat before he can blink, another pressed against his rib cage.  “See here, you positively insufferable bastard.” Blue flames ignite along the knife’s edge, the blade pressed against his throat with an icy sizzle. “I haven’t the time for your tedious interrogation or your indiscriminate buffoonery!”  

Indigo’s eyes aren’t just blue, they’re fucking electric fire, bright as a neon sign, glowing like fucking Christmas lights. 

A fine trickle of sweat ebbs down Grimm’s temple, despite the autumn chill. What in the next level circle of hellscape fuckery–?

Indigo's breath is ragged, a heated snarl of sound, abrasive and primal, with no semblance of the man Grimm has seen for the past three days.

“If proof is what you require, then you shall have it!”  Indigo shoves him aside hard enough to make him stumble and sends the daggers hurtling towards the nearest tree where they split into multiple blades, slicing and dicing the shit out of several branches. They rebound in a flash, streaking back towards him, fanning around Grimm's face like a goddamn firing squad, blades less than an inch from his skin.

Shit, shit, shit–

And then, they vanish. Just blink the fuck right out of existence. Indigo’s silvery hair thrashes in a wild breeze, electric azure fire igniting within his palms, racing up his arms and down his sides, suffusing his entire body in a brilliant flash of blue. 

The man is a wild, feral thing, unhinged and goddamn terrifying, his gaze targeting Grimm as one hand raises, a ball of cobalt flame crackling in his palm.

“Do you still think me a liar, Grimm Amadis?  Do you??”  

Indigo’s voice sounds like a chorus of himself, coming from all directions and nowhere at once.  And before Grimm can so much as blink, the fireball blazes right towards him.  

Grimm can’t move, can’t so much as think.  He does the quite possibly the stupidest thing ever and holds up an arm, as if he’s gonna block the thing like a punch, and to his sheer and utter surprise, it bursts into a spray of sparks, raining shards of ice upon his arm and nothing more. 

And now it’s his turn to be fucking furious.

“What the fuck, Solaris??”  He stalks towards the other man, who leaps from his reach like a goddamn cat. “You gonna kill my ass to make a fucking point?”

“Of course not!”  Indigo shouts in return from . . . atop the goddamn porch railing?  

Okay, whatever. 

“I cannot harm you, you insurmountable prat!”  

“Coulda fooled me, dagger-stroking firefucker!” 

Indigo hops down from the railing like it’s not an 8 foot drop onto uneven ground and lands a short distance from him, the blue flames licking over every inch of his body flickering out of existence. 

“What . . . did you just call me?”

Grimm blinks, stands up a bit straighter, lifts his chin. “You fucking heard me.” 

Indigo tilts his head. Muffles a snort of laughter into his palm.

But Grimm isn’t fucking laughing.  “Something funny, you blazing asshole?”

“Dagger-stroking firefucker,” Indigo repeats in that posh, proper English voice of his.  “That is quite good.” 

He takes a step forward and Grimm takes one back.  “Stay away from me. I mean it.” 

Indigo huffs a sigh as if Grimm is the most exasperating human on Earth.  “Grimm, I cannot harm you.  Even if I wanted to, even if it were my life or yours, I cannot harm you.” 

Grimm folds his arms again. “I don’t know if you missed it, but you threw a goddamn blue fireball at my head, pal.” 

“I did,” Indigo says.  “And you shattered it.”

He had–?? What the fu–

“Your energy, Grimm.  It shielded you.  Because that is what you are.”  Indigo’s gaze is steady, but tumultuous, his voice softening. “It is your Valor. You are the Shield.” 

Grimm holds up his hands. “Whoa, buddy.  I don’t know what the fuck you think is going on here–”

“Do you not feel it?”  Indigo steps closer and this time, Grimm stands his ground. 

“Feel fucking what?”

Indigo holds out a hand and Grimm stares at it like it’s a baby cobra.  “Your hand, if you please.”

Grimm shakes his head. “No fucking way.” 

Indigo’s voice gentles to something meditative, almost hypnotic. “Please. No harm will come to you. I give you my word.” 

Maybe he some kind of stupid fuck, but something about the weighted sincerity of Indigo’s voice lulls him into a false sense of security.  Or maybe that’s just some magical fuckery or whatever.  Nevertheless, Grimm reaches out, pulls back with a curl of fingers, and then forces himself to offer up his hand just the same.

Indigo’s fingers interlock with his own, their palms coming to rest against one another.

Okay, nothing. Just the strangely cool weight of Indigo’s grasp and–

The ink upon his arms itches, feels as if it burns for a split second, and warms to the same electric hue that suffused Indigo’s entire being not five minutes earlier.

“What in the absolute fuck. . .”  

Indigo’s skin is pale and luminous, an unnatural porcelain glow, an unseen force lifting his hair from his shoulder, the soft waves fanning around his face in a silver halo.  It is as if Grimm is seeing him for the first time and yet, already knows him in a way that words can’t possibly articulate. And from the way Indigo is staring back at him, the feeling is entirely mutual.

And as quickly as the touch is given, it is withdrawn.  By Indigo. 

“Damn it to hell!” he swears.  Shouts.  Shakes his hand like that’s gonna get Grimm’s energy off of him or something. “You mind telling me what the fuck that was?”  Grimm, too, rubs his arms, as if brushing something away.  

A flash of blue fire engulfs the other man, who yells something in–the fuck, was that Latin?– at the sky and storms back towards the aging Victorian house, Grimm hot on his heels.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!”  Grimm takes the stairs two at a time, beating Indigo to the top of the porch.  “You don’t get to do all of . . . that . . . and then just fuck off into the night like nothing happened, pal.  No fucking way.”  

A gun he doesn’t remember packing is suddenly in the waistband of his pants and he draws the thing, but doesn’t aim it. “You’re gonna talk.”  He clicks the safety off with an obvious gesture, a simple visual threat.  “Now.” 

Indigo’s stare is more of a dismissive regard than anything else. “Have you had that weapon this entire time?”

“Huh?” Grimm glares at him.  “Obviously or it wouldn’t be in my pants, asshole.” 

“Then you did not have it.” Indigo doesn’t give the Glock a second glance before pushing past him to open the front door. He glances over his shoulder with an exasperated look.  “Are you coming or no?” 

Like he has a fucking choice.

____________________

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[thevioletcaptain]

i genuinely don't care how good a piece of ai generated art or writing looks on the surface. i don't care if it emulates brush strokes and metaphor in a way indistinguishable from those created by a person.

it is not the product of thoughtful creation. it offers no insights into the creator's life or viewpoint. it has no connection to a moment in time or a place or an attitude. it has no perspective. it has no value.

it's empty, it's hollow, and it exists only to generate clicks (and by extension, ad revenue.)

it's just another revolting symptom of the disease that is late stage capitalism, and it fucking sucks.

[petricorah]

scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]

[brujahinaskirt]

arthur is rude to that one sex worker because the guys are fucking around as they oughtn't be and he actively wants the source of their distraction to go away. that is how he operates through the entire game: deliberate, utilitarian intimidation and strategic unpleasantness to achieve a goal. it is an early game commentary on arthur meant to position him as a big dog that barks. it is not a commentary on his views about women which are clarified many times afterward. you guys realize that right

[jasonsbruce]

[comatosebunny09]

I saw someone's author's note that said, "If this isn't your vibe, leave the fic alone. Read something else. Like always, I'm not responsible for the media you consume." And that is so fucking real to me. Minding one's business has become a lost art. We should get back to that ASAP.

[shanastoryteller]

I was one of the anons that didn’t know what to think when I first saw the Sam/Dean tag on See Something Say Something but now I’m like. You know what fuck it, you write it well. I look forward to every chapter and i apologize for being a hater

LOOOL you are forgiven we have all guzzled hatorade at some point

during my initial foray into supernatural (when i was watching the early seasons in real time) i didn't ship them at all until i read a crack fic as a joke

The incestuous courtship of the antichrist's bride by fleshflutter

summary: Sam is trying to become the Antichrist in order to save the world. He has a small army of angels and demons, he has an adoring cult, he has a work of prophecy by Jack Kerouac, and he has Dean. Things are going pretty well until he accidentally signs Dean up as his Beloved Consort, a role that requires sex with the Antichrist on an altar. And that's when things stop going pretty well. Also, the soundtrack to the Apocalypse sucks.

it has no business being as unbelievably good as it is, but also it was my first fleshflutter fic so i didn't know what i was getting myself into. it's one of my favorite fics in any fandom just because the balance of crack and horror and love and humor is so finely done that you just have to go damn. even if i hated everything about this fic i would still love it

but i was like, okay, just because this fic was good doesn't mean i really ship it. like what's wrong with just a freaky little codependent brotherly relationship? the ship mostly just exists because they're hot

then i read Stranger Than Fiction by nyxocity

summary: Meta-comedy/drama set immediately post-4x18, The Monster at the End of This Book. Dean can't stop wondering why people would write gay porn about him and Sam. Research takes him to interesting places; re-reading novels for subtext, visiting message boards, and a really freaky place called LiveJournal. What he discovers is a sick fascination with fanfiction, more about gay sex than he ever wanted to know, and an even deeper obsession with understanding why people write this stuff. Meanwhile, they're hunting a mysterious monster that takes the form of a person's truest love to kill them slowly, the lines between fanfiction and reality are starting to break down, and they still have to stop Lilith and save the world.

which reads like it's crack, which is probably why i clicked on it, and isn't really. not only did the author convince sam and dean, they also convinced me. i was like okay fine you make a compelling argument

and when supernatural sucked me in this time a decade later, i was once more like well! yeah wincest is fine but i really am just a sucker for a good fucked up brotherly relationship. no need to be a folgers commercial about it

then i read It's the Blueprint of Your Life by queenklu

summary: Sam jerks awake in the middle of the night and everything goes to hell. Well, not literally, though Dean is staring down the barrel of less than a year before his deal comes due. In the midst of dealing (or not dealing) with his impending death, a killer ghost ship, and Bela showing up out of the blue, Dean also has to figure out what’s going on in Sam’s head to make him so twitchy, why he’s suddenly breezing through this case while writing endless notes in a notebook he won’t let Dean see. Damn it, Dean thinks, This is gonna take a lot of chickflick moments.

which is not only one of my very favorite supernatural fics but the one that made me throw up my hands and go fine!! i ship it then!! are you happy now?

pleased and honored to be your gateway drug in these trying times <3

[deoidesign]

I'm so mad that post was misinformation because there is actually an EXTREMELY important conversation to have about the production schedules artists are forced into. There's no need for exaggeration, the conditions are bad.

I work for webtoon. My publication schedule is weekly. While publishing I'm required 10-15 pages a week. Fully colored.

This means I'm finishing a 150 page fully colored graphic novel every 10-15 weeks.

When my comic is not updating, I am not getting paid. Any time writing, editing, or off is out of my own pocket. I don't get healthcare. They do not provide any assistants. They expect me to promote myself; they chose to deprioritize me before I even launched and gave me an end date half a year in. I never had a chance.

And this is the industry standard! Every company has artists forced into crunch hours, overtime, and burnout. Artists are literally dying early due to it. So many of my friends can't afford to go to the doctor.

It's unsustainable and untenable, and it's also the expectation our audiences have.

If we want to have this conversation, there's plenty of conversation to be had with the realities of the situation. It's bad as is.

[dootznbootz]

Me, trying to unlearn shame and stop being a perfectionist:

[just-null]

Wowie rly digging the yandere clone headcanons… how would each react if their darling tried to run away from them?!

You said tried so I assume this was a failed attempt!

Short answer: they get really upset and try making it your fault (shocker.) Ain't no way any of these mfs think they're the problem. Good news! you're mostly unharmed and alive.

This will just be purely writing bc i mostly had thoughts! sorry no drawing this time!!

[cw! mentions of potential harm to reader (no actual harm done), manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics (yandere flavor), obsessive behavior]

Sekido

You're always being hunted the moment the sun comes down and you don't return home in time. Reasons like that are exactly why he hates it when you part from him. 

This time is different.. he can't find you in your usual spots. There's no fucking way, right?

How could you.. No, how DARE you? Do you think that he's some joke? That his feelings for you are something that you can run away from like it's nothing? 

The second he's sure the sun won't harm him, he's already white knuckling his khakkhara, swinging at anything and everything in his path until he gets to you.

They know how to sense if you're near or not, hell, they probably know how your specific blood type smells like. 

Did you think cuddling up to you and memorizing every detail about you was for nothing? Don't be stupid. All he needs is a trace of you and he's gone in the blink of an eye.

You better enjoy running while you can because when he catches you, and he will, those legs of yours won't have much use after he's done with them. 

Sekido doesn't WANT to do this, but you honestly give him no choice. After he trusted you enough to stop looking over his shoulder, you do this? How can he ever put any faith in you again!?

On the bright(?) side, Sekido's rage wouldn't be solely on you, it'll ricochet onto everyone, especially the other clones and himself. 

They were supposed to be looking after you! But they can't do anything right, even a task as simple as this. 

And why did he think it was a good idea to trust them with something of big importance when all they do is fuck everything up!? Everyone's idiocy is rubbing off on him!

The entire time on his search for you, he's cursing and wanting to crush anything he can get his hands on, especially your bones. 

He doesn't even bother with speaking to the others, too busy spewing out all sorts of hurtful and frustrated comments about everything. 

The brutal thought that you’d rather run away than be with him isn't one he wants to entertain, but it's echoing in his head.

At least, once the other clones get there, Karaku and Aizetsu brawl with Sekido so you're unharmed while Urogi carries you overhead. 

Sekido's jealousy flares up when he sees you in Urogi's arms, making him even more pissed if that's even possible. Great, now he looks like the bad guy and the other three, the saviors. Fucking perfect.

There's a lot of yelling and a lot of blood, especially with Urogi making things so much more annoyingly difficult in the air. Karaku and Aizetsu aren't helping. Why is Sekido suddenly the problem?! You ran away!! 

But when he calms down enough, he's cursing at everyone through clenched teeth. Sometimes trying to convince the others that you don't even need your legs anyway!!

Once you get back home (or temporary prison until you somehow regain favor), Sekido will eye your legs while gripping his staff from time to time. 

Exactly why he's forbidden to be in a room alone with you for a while until he settles down..

He glares at you more often and grows colder than before. Arguments are more common where he twists your words just to have you talk with him and be angry within reason. 

Any other type of conversation makes him so irrationally upset that the others need to step in so that he doesn't lose his temper again.

Karaku

The calmest out of the group. He brushes it off as “you're playing hard to get” again, and if he makes a ruckus, you'll scamper back and beg him to stop like always!

Then it gets darker out.. and when Sekido left, he seemed pretty pissed. Like more than usual..... shit.

Karaku sprints after Sekido when it clicks that he's found you. His mind starts reeling, unsure whether he should laugh at the absurdity of your decisions or get pissed off because you didn't even bother to give a hint! 

Not like that would do anything aside from give you away but regardless!

Everyone needs to relax, this is obviously something they can sweep under the rug. This isn't that big of a deal and you're just having a fit, but things like these can get you hurt, y'know? 

They're fun and all, sure, just maybe give him a heads up next time, yeah? Sekido can't take a joke, you know this!!! Still.. There's a way Karaku can work with this.

He'll be able to swoop in, save you, be your hero, and remind you why staying with him is kinda important. Just in case you forgot~ 

You don't wanna be out and about without his charming grin and protective hold would you? Don't answer that right now, he has a feeling you'll say something wrong!

Yet.. what if you need a firmer hand to remind you of what Karaku provides? What if you got a little too comfortable being protected so you thought you'd be alright leaving them? Man, who knew you could be spoiled!

Because of this, he would purposely fumble, letting Sekido get near you just so he can stop him at the perfect moment. He purposely gets hit too and makes sure some blood gets near you. To remind you how that could've been yours.

When Sekido calms down, Karaku laughs in your face and would pinch your cheeks if you weren't up in the air with Urogi on the way home.

You should've seen your face! It was really cute~! Maybe getting scared is your thing? He'll note that for later.

He offhandedly advises you not to do things like that all the time, fighting Sekido always kinda sucks, but it's not like you actually had a chance of successfully running away so he won't chastise you too much for it. 

That's not his job, and his heart hasn’t pumped that fast in a long time.. not even in a fight! You're so amazing~~

And delusional if you think he's not going to milk this “heroism” thing back there for some extra affection points with you. 

Don't be so mean. he got his head blown off twice and jaw dislocated thrice, not to mention everywhere else on his body. Don't you think those parts of him need some extra loving? more than usual?

There's not that much Karaku can say after that aside from reminiscing like it was a funny story. He's not upset about it, mostly a little miffed you got kinda far without him noticing, but he gets over it. 

The usual routine starts back up for him when you're back home. It's like nothing happened, but he keeps a closer eye on you since everyone's so tense.

Urogi

If you're not home before the sun sets, Urogi's clawing at the walls with stress. He usually accompanies Sekido to go find you, but this time is different. Urogi could just barely tell you were around.. When Sekido bolts, Urogi's flying as fast as he can, trying to find you first. 

You're so far.. you must've gotten kidnapped!!!!!

The stress from before burns into anger, expecting to see someone having their hands on you while you're calling out in vain. How could he let this happen?! Damn sun! 

He darts through the skies even faster imagining it, and when he finally reaches you, you look.. fine? and alone. and looking at him like he's the danger. He's here to save you, dummy..

Urogi falls to his knees, burying his face against your stomach and finally wrapping his arms around you again. Your fists violently hit his head and yank fistfuls of hair back, but it doesn't phase him. 

Your comforting warmth is back, that's all that matters. And god, your smell.. it's almost making him dizzy. He missed you so much.

There's many holes to the story in Urogi's head as to why you're so far from home, but he fills them in with more convoluted delusions. It's just a peaceful reunion right now.. 

That is until Sekido finally arrives and starts swinging his khakkhara way too close to your fragile bones. 

Now he's back in defense mode where he scoops you up and tries flying out of reach. This is so stressful!!! There's lightning everywhere and he keeps having to dodge the multiple staffs thrown his way. 

He shields you with his wings as best he can while trying to stay in the air, so you don't get hurt during Sekido's outburst.

In the skies, it's much clearer to see the hurt behind the haunting glow of Urogi's eyes. Did you care about how he might feel? Did you miss him at all? Did you not feel loved enough? Did someone say something to you? 

As he maneuvers the sky, he holds you as tightly as possible, lightly digging his talons into your skin.

Being without you for a couple hours is agonizing enough on its own. If you HAD left him, abandoned, cold, alone.. he doesn't want to think about it. All that matters is that your kidnappers or liars or whatever influenced you are gone, and you're back safe with them!!! 

You.. you still like him, right? Of course you do, fate wouldn't force your paths together if it wasn't for a reason!

Coming back home is uncomfortably tense, especially with how violently Aizetsu kicked Urogi across the room, nearly through the wall, when he tried to lick your wounds clean. It really hurt! 

When you're patched up, Urogi is ten times as clingy if that's possible. He has his arms looped around you constantly so you can't stray too far, and if his hands are busy, he always has his wings!

As happy as he is that you're back, he can't help but cry into your chest sometimes. Everything is so tense nowadays, he hates it! How could you go and do something like that? Apologize immediately! Or at least hold him too? Doubt creeps in a lot, and your attitude isn't helping.. 

His mood swings are stronger. From sobbing uncontrollably into your clothes to being all smiles and radiating with joy the next just because you said something vaguely decent.

Aizetsu

The demotivation started to creep in the second you left. During the day, Aizetsu sits by the door, wanting to be the first one you properly greet. Sekido and Urogi usually bring you back and he'll be the one in your good graces without lifting a finger. That sounds nice.. 

But as the footsteps fade and the silence lingers, Aizetsu feels miserable the longer he waits... Hold on, silence?

Before he realizes what's happening, he's already dashing to where the familiar commotion is coming from. Dread sets in as his legs take him as fast as they can whilst being the slowest of the four. This doesn't feel like they're rushing over to you after a long day, it feels.. dangerous?

What did you get yourself into..? Why do you insist on going to places Aizetsu can't follow? Are you safe? He hates not knowing.

Usually you're the one who's fine. You deal with four demons almost daily! Please please please be okay. He can't fathom it if you were hurt. 

When he gets there, the puzzle pieces fall into place and Aizetsu gets even more depressed, but at least you're not hurt. Well, not if he interferes. His movements are sluggish, a perpetual frown plastered on his face as he tries holding Sekido down. 

Aizetsu wants to dissolve into the floor, and he does sometimes. Not wanting to fight Sekido off anymore, he slumps over. 

This could've been a regular day where you came home.. Are you serious? Leaving? How pitiful could you be to actually think you could get away? Or was it that you wanted to play some sick joke on them? Well, it's not very funny... It's terrible actually.

Aizetsu stays silent on the way home, walking with a bit more energy knowing you're near despite his heart ache.

You can feel the harrowing disappointment radiating off of him the moment you all go back home.

He's tired, annoyed, and so unbelievably upset. Aizetsu grimaced when Urogi got near your scratches with his tongue, so he “politely” ushered him away. 

Knowing a human's weak points is good in battle, but he started trying to learn how to heal them, specifically because he knew these types of things might happen.

As he cleans your scratches, he's actively scolding you for leaving in a cold emotionless tone. And by scolding, he's using manipulative language, trying to make you guilty for everything you did. 

He barely has the energy to live, but now that he finally found his light in the darkness, you want to leave? Is it so wrong he wants to hold onto what makes him even a smidgen happier than usual? He reminds you that he'll wither away without you, but he's not really too keen on dying just yet.

When he tries to get back into a routine, he just can't. He knows why you left, but he doesn't want to hear it. Even if you're sweet to him or not, he'll hold you from behind when you rest.

Looking at you is too much, but being away from you is even worse. Aizetsu compromises this way, but gets quieter, occasionally sniffling when he hides his face behind you.

There's too much going on and he's so tired.. If it weren't for the others, he probably would've held you so tight for so long so that you both would perish together.

Maybe that’s why he's only allowed to hold you when you're asleep. Just please don't do that again.. He NEEDS you. Please, please, please.

Safe to say you gave them a scare. When they double down on the protectiveness, living is ten times more difficult for EVERYBODY. when you lose their trust, it's pretty difficult to gain it back, but not impossible!!

Sekido and Urogi will always assume the worst if you're gone for too long while Karaku and Aizetsu give you a little more freedom until the others drag them along into their worries.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

As if I wasn't already exhausted enough this morning...

It's been brought to my attention that people are taking my fanfics, editing them, and sharing them around. I don't have the words to describe how not okay this is. If you don't like something about my fanfic, then I'm sorry to hear that, but there are a lot of other fics out there you can read instead.

I put time and effort and care into my writing, as does every writer. To take my work without permission and change it feels like someone just punched me in the gut. Frankly it makes me not want to share my work at all and to take down all the writing I do have up, because why should I share anything with people if all they're going to do is decide it's not good enough and they're going to do what they want with it and make it "better"?

And before anyone comes at me, this is not what a transformative work does. This is not the same as fanfiction. I'm fucking exhausted from working two eleven hour shifts over the weekend so my brain is not working so someone smarter and more articulate than I am can explain why. I'm tired.

This genuinely makes me want to take down all my works and not share anything new. It's very simple, kiddos: Don't like it? Don't read it. You will miss out on some fanfics that way, just like you'll miss out on some films, or books, or TV shows. I've missed out on really good fic, novels, films, etc, for the same reason. We all do. It's a part of life. Stuff will sometimes have things in it that you don't like. Skim those parts, fast-forward those scenes, grin and bear it, or just go and read/watch something else.

Normally I would make this post unrebloggable but I worry other writers in this fandom might experience the same thing and not realize it. So people are welcome to reblog this. Anyone who's an ass on it will be blocked, no second chances.

Just. Don't do this guys. Holy shit don't do this. What the actual fuck.

[queerofthedagger]

thank fuck we have fanfiction. like truly where would we even be

[gaffney]

Please, you're not even captain. Where is he? - I'm right here.

ROBBY KEENE & KWON JAESUNG cobra kai (2018-2025)

[vaguely-concerned]

seeing people claim that lucanis is 'bad representation' is hilarious to me because in so many ways he's really the closest anything has ever gotten to capturing my own personal experience. sorry for being bad real life queer and mental health/neurodiversity representation folks 😔 I'll take time to reflect and do some work on myself and try to do better in the future

[angelknives]