#I'm so proud of myself for doing all those hands goddamn

[botanicalbasilly]

Yeah I went to the vampire convention and this is what they all look like. Yeah no there's no hot pasty twinks sorry

[humanityinahandbag]

I'd like to tell you all a story about my grandmother.

My grandparents raised their children, four girls (one of them my mother), to be fighters. My aunts marched in Washington for women's rights with babies strapped to their chests and like to joke that all of the grandchildren who came from that line (including myself) were born with picket signs in their hands.

But it started with my grandparents. They fought hard for what they believed in. They marched against Vietnam. They marched for Martin Luther King. They marched for women's rights. They marched for a better future.

But let's talk specifically about my grandmother for a moment.

My grandmother unfortunately passed away in 2016. She had to watch the first Trump election and did so knowing that it would probably be the last election she'd ever see. And there is some argument there that she could have given in to fear and defeatism. She could have decided none of it was worth it, and she could have decided that fascism had won and the world was over.

But she did something else instead.

To give some context, my grandparents had friends who were Republicans. I say were, because they shifted from the normal Republican towards the MAGA Republican we see today. And despite a very clear message from my family about how we felt, they were more than ready to still come to the funeral as if everything was normal. Like their beliefs were normal. Like they were welcome to celebrate someone who had fought so hard for the rights of other people.

These were people who would have absolutely used their rhetoric to scream and shout if they were left out or disinvited.

And so my grandmother, even past her final moments, pulled the most brilliant, petty move I've ever seen.

She'd decided ahead of time that everyone who had known her was more than welcome to attend but that she wanted everyone attending the funeral to donate money. That was the requirement to be invited. And so everyone did just that. There was no talk about what the donations were for, just that they were appreciated. I want to say that the assumption was the money would help pay for funeral expenses and give the family some support while we grieved.

Except that wasn't the case.

Because in those final moments of the funeral, the rabbi stepped forward to thank everyone, and then very cheerfully announced;

"Arlene was so happy to know just how many people were coming to join us here today. She couldn't have been more proud of her family. And I'm sure she would have been elated to see just how much money you all gave today to Planned Parenthood."

When I say that the faces of those people are enshrined in my memory, I mean it. The anger, the devastation, the rage, the betrayal. It was an absolutely gorgeous display of true defeat at the hands of a boss ass old lady who literally fought with her last breath and threw up both middle fingers all the way out the door.

What I'm saying is this.

It is very easy to feel defeated. It is very easy to think that everything is over, and there's nothing left for us to do. It's very easy to say that fascism won, that fear won, that hate won.

But that's only true if you let it be true.

There is always more that we can do. There is a future that is still worth fighting for. And it's more than possible, even when it doesn't seem like it.

And fighting is going to look different every time.

Some days it will look like picket signs in our hands.

Some days it will look like spending time with friends and family and people you love and knowing that you have a community that supports you and your vision of a brighter future.

And some days, it's pulling absolute natural level 20 petty trickster shit even after you've left the world.

Because you can always make an impact and you can always add a little brightness to life, and if that means tricking a group of MAGA idiots into throwing their money behind Planned Parenthood in the middle of your own goddamn funeral then that's what it means.

Keep fighting. People have done it before you. People will continue to do it after you.

And enjoy the little victories.

(Even the petty ones)

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 3: New Faces, New Job, New Everything.

Continuation to the Prolouge, Chapter 1 and 2.

Danny stares at Dante in absolute shock, Red Hood? RED HOOD?? OF ALL PEOPLE. Dante had to meet the rumored and probably the most violent of the Vigilantes. And Red Hood being a literal Crime Lord makes this worse.

"He had a fat ass to be hone-" Dante Blurted with a smirk but Danny cuts him off, "No, No. Shut up. I don't wanna hear your- or my- wait no. YOU'RE gay shenanigans." Danny pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to process the whole story.

"Let me get this.. straight-... You ... Ugh.... Ancients save me. YOU. MET. RED HOOD. AFTER. Beating up... Someone in his HAUNT?? And what do you mean he's a revenant? I thought frostbite said those were the "rare cases" of semi-halfas" Danny tries to clear up all the information in his head through just yelling it out.

"Yep." Dante popping the "P" and does not elaborate on anything else but a simple 'yep'.

"Kill me fully- wait... No. Jazz wouldn't want that." Danny reminded himself and took a deep breathe.

"I am so telling Clockwork." Danny spoke out.

"Oh come on! I'm in physical probation! I defended someone from getting bad things happen to them—" Danny cut him off.

"You can say "Fucked up shit" you know stop physically censoring yourself." Danny just stared at Dante with a judgemental face. Dante gasped dramatically like he's offended by that statement.

"OH WOW. It's not like I'm trying to 'Censor' myself because you're a traumatized 13 year old kid and I'm an adult given the responsibility of YOU cuz I love you like my brother." Dante states emphasizing every word.

"You sound like a drag queen." Danny blurts out

"I look better in pink anyways." Dante smirked smugly and Danny just frowned and sighed as Dante Ruffled his hair Mischievously.

"Don't you have a job interview today?" Danny grabbed his hand and gently places it away from his poor hair.

"I already got hired. They said I fit the job." Dante sounded very proud of himself before Danny blurts out "I think they hired you on the spot because you're Eye Candy."

Dante was stunned and thought about it for a moment.

Hmm.

"Yeah I suppose but that doesn't matter now, I have a normal job and people doesn't seem to be bothered by me at all so it's very good." Danny imagined that if Dante had a tail he'd be wagging it and Danny didn't like that mental image of a fucking CATBOY DAN- "UUUUUGHH! I hate that." He drags his palm on his face dramatically.

"And you Danny. Is coming with me to work. I am not leaving you in the apartment because. I will list it.

1. Someone might break in and you're not safe.

2. You might kill that someone either through ghost or through your tendencies to grab that goddamn creep stick and hit without hesitation.

3. I am not letting you play DOOMED for 7 hours straight, But I will let you play Minecraft.

4. You or well, We. Tend to roam away from home when we are bored, in this case you do. And ding ding ding we're in Gotham.

5. If you ever got into any danger. I would not worry if you're okay. I would worry if you killed someone first.

That's your list."

Dante started Loud and Clear.

"Fine but I get to bring both my phone and headphones with my switch." Danny Complied with a deal making Dante smile triumphantly, "Fine with me Twerp, and you better behave at the cafe." He chuckles and Pats Danny's Head Gently but still mischievously.

Danny also giggled, Danny's chest felt warm. And his core buzzed in familiar happiness as Dante and Danny Pressed their foreheads into each other before Dante pats Danny's shoulder and stands back up with a groan.

"Let's go kid, get ready now." Dante stretched his body and cracks some of his "old bones" as Danny heads to his bedroom and takes his sling bag and puts his 'neccesities' inside with a smile.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Tim heard about a new Cafe opening nearby Gotham U, although at first he was suspicious of how so many people are already visiting it and even the lines reach outside. He soon found out why. One of their workers was rumored to be apparently "eye candy" or whatever they called people who are very attractive.

This worker was the main Barista and he apparently makes the drinks Infront of the people and he was good at it.

That got Tim even more curious, How attractive does someone have to be that people of all genders are lining up on a new store as if a celebrity is inside. And so he decided to wait in line like any other student as to not direct any attention to himself because that would be utterly humiliating for him.

He waited.....

And waited....

And kept Waiting and Waiting....

Until finally, what felt like an eternity he finally got to order His Coffee.

It seems the rumors are true, the bartender is indeed attractive. Tim got even more curious about how the big man seemed to have canine sharp teeth, oddly pale complexion that almost looks... Purple? And Lazarus Green Water with Red Rims.

"An Americano with two shots please.." He states to the Cashier, "And name please?" The Cashier asks again.

"Timothy." He calmly tells her as she writes it down to a receipt and hands it to the orders That the "Eye Candy" Man and Another Worker was Making.

Tim sat on a nearby table. It was the only table that happened to be empty. Except a 13 years old kid just sitting there playing... Minecraft? Okay-.

The kid stared at Tim, Tim stares back. 'He looks like adoption Bait.' Tim thinks to himself then suddenly he slowly feels weird, as if he's being judged intensely, Unfortunately and possibly even worse than how Damian judges him.

"You look like an overworked 9-5 office worker that has no paid vacations or time off for a student." the kid suddenly speaks out and it felt as though Tim had just been shot with a non-existent arrow of truth.

"Wha-" Tim tries to ask but the kid interrupts him before he could even start, "you should really get some sleep and maybe lessen your intake of Coffee... Ah right. Name's Danny by the way. Sorry. You just started staring at me so I couldn't help but state my opinion." The kid, or well... Danny said as he went back to playing Minecraft on his switch.

"I- it's... It's fine. I know I need sleep... All college students do- it's normal." Timothy just sighs and nods subtly, knowing full well this random kid is right.

Goddamit, the kid acts like Damian a bit too- and he has the typical black hair blue eyes appearance, possibly an orphan attitude. Tim continues to have a subtle Life Crisis in his head.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

'Such a weird person.' Danny thought to himself and chuckled softly.

He continues to play Minecraft with Tucker and Sam to Pass his time and so he doesn't go all deppreso mid-daylight. The amount of people entering the cafe was still... Concerning at the very least, now that the customers have heard Dante's voice... They started to call him the "Everything in one Package." Which was way worse than "Eye Candy" to be honest.

'Vlad would be confused and shocked.... I wonder how Ellie is doing.. hopefully not too bad....' Danny hums to himself as he made a gravesite ingame for Jazz to remember her by.

It has become tradition for these teens to make jazz a gravesite whenever they start a new world and they always made sure it's beautiful and colorful in a way Jazz would have liked it.

Danny smiled as he finished up the ingame Gravesite.

Although it hurts to see and do this every time, he still loves it because then he has something to remind him of her existence.

Her precious Existence as he likes to call it.

"I miss her so much..." He mutters to himself.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"I'm so... Tired." Dante was plopped onto the couch lazily.

"I am scared to be an adult like you..." Danny just stared at Dante as he Begrudgingly sat back up from the couch to stretch his body and head to the kitchen to cook.

"I met a random older student today, we kinda talked. He called me adoption bait which was funny because technically I am considering V l a d." Danny laughed.

"Adoption Bait my ass, who would want to adopt a little messy homeless looking goblin." Dante just chuckled smugly and Danny Pouts. " I am not a homeless looking kid" he tries to defend himself "that's the thing you're most concerned about in my sentence?" Dante tucked his hair back into a tight Ponytail and let's it flow naturally like fire.

"I know I'm a goblin, it's just how I am." Danny proudly says and pats his chest and puffs it out with pride.

"Ofcourse you do... Ah right. Kiddo I have a surprise for you tomorrow. So make sure to get enough sleep today alright?" Dante kneels down to Danny's Height to speak to him properly.

Danny thinks for a second, "Sure! I like surprises!" Danny giggled nodded profusely in excitement.

"Good." Dante smiled softly, he loves it when Danny is happy. His core loves when Danny is also happy. A happy Danny is a happy Dante.

He wishes this could go on forever. Just Danny smiling and not screaming for his life in his nightmares.

My Arm is cold from writing this <33

Enjoy though.

[missmarveledsblog]

FLUMPY PART 6 ( JAKE SERESIN X READER)

SUMMARY : after an intervention and confrontation of sort y/n realises some thing as jake is feeling the exact same way as he gives his dad a tour of the base 

warning: fluffy and goofy humour , wine throwing fun .  FINALLY IS ALL I CAN SAY FOR THESE TWO . 

True to his word pete ( maverick) mitchell stood at the entrance of base as jake and his father john walked up .

" i heard we got a tour today" he smiled at the men.

" dad this is captain pete maverick mitchell , mav this is my father captain john seresin sir" jake smiled .

" honor to meet you captain mitchell although just john i retired a couple of years ago" john excitedly shook his hand .

" well captain today i promised my daughter i would take the best care of you captain and well you don't break a pinky promise with y/n" pete chuckled.

" she really take those thing seriously" jake shook his head.

" she's a lovely girl , smart too really credit to you captain mitchell" .

" please call me mav or pete shall we begin" he asked as the two walked in . true to his promise mav gave a Grade A tour even expressed how proud he was of jake and how far he had come which made the blonde stand taller . the dagger squad bar phoenix also showed their faces each had something nice to say about jake to his father and admiral simpson even made an appearance . once the tour was half done the guys went to the canteen all sharing their favourite stories from duty to training academy when the conversation shift instantly to what they really wanted to talk about.

" and how long has my son been a pining idiot for y/n" john asked looking around faces telling enough.

" see he's only here and he sees it" rooster snorted.

" been hearing it all time too" john chuckled.

" can we not talk about this" jake rolled his eyes.

" your dad has a point as much as i hate the thought of my little girl dating ,you are dragging this out" pete took a bite of his sandwich.

" that is his weird way of telling you that you have his blessing so jesus man so grow a pair before we lose our goddamn minds" .

" what the rooster means to say is well we just want you guys happy and also we are losing our minds waiting" .

" son a girl like that does not come around so often and one who has jake seresin calming down " he turned to see admiral simpson.

" see even the boss man sees it man you need to what they say seize the day well in this instance seize the pretty girl" rooster pointed his fork .

" ok ok i hear y'all but what if it ends badly and crash and burn plus deployment and everything that come with all this" he asked.

" stop look for reasons not too and start looking at what's in front of you, now john would you like to see the hanger were we keep the jets?" pete asked.

" of course and son don't lose a good thing when it comes you way" his father patted his back.

" what do you want kyle" she rolled her eyes.

" i heard what happened i meant to visit but i was sure it would only make things worse but look i never meant for you to get hurt or hurt yourself" he whispered the last part .

" you think i did this to myself because you and your buddy's locker room chat oh my god ego check i got hit by a road rage alcoholic" she stood thankful she didn't wobble .

" oh thank god i thought your father was going to have my head" he chuckled only to feel a liquid sting his eyes.

" listen here you one inch wonder your lucky i even gave you time of day no matter who my father is , i have more to offer then boost your ego or career and in fact i only asked your ass out because i wanted to get ja.. Someone out of my mind certainly wasn't what you had between your legs" she glared.

" jesus you sound as sappy as seresin except your more brutal than he was " he wiped the wine out of eyes .

" what" she asked slightly taken back.

" he said something same about beautiful force of nature and i'm lucky dude sounded like he was in love with you" he blinked although his eyes still stun.

" but that was before... oh my god i need a ct .. jake loves me" she gasped .

" oh my god finally you know for a genius you are very dumb" nat sighed with relief .

" oh my god i gotta .. come on ladies up now" she said . " waiter dude man here bill" she called grabbing hers and the others things.

" ok we good now" kyle asked smirk on his face to nat .

" ohhh this was a set up .... Yeah sorry about the one inch wonder ... beth come on" she rushed the ladies up.

" coming coming" the rushed out leaving the waiter a tip . " where we going" nat asked although she had a feeling.

" to do something very unprofessional of course" y/n rushed as much as the crutches would take her .

Jake couldn't get their word out of his head of course he was head over heal in love with y/n, it was hard not to more time he'd spent it was like he was falling even more. His dad was right of course a girl like her was rare , one that kept him on his toes in the best way , every little thing she did made him fall even her little old man habits he called them in honestly he thought it was most adorable thing . his mind completely void of anything but her like she was everything that kept him running and honestly he never wanted to lose that . the former man whore wanted one woman for rest of his days that his heart was beating and he was gonna seize the day or seize the pretty girl in words of rooster. Until he got down from his jet only so wrapped up in his thoughts it was like he could hear her .

" wait a minute" he said looking over to the door.

" come on nat" her voice called.

" i'm moving as fast as i can stop slapping my ass i'm not gonna go faster" .

" ok i got it from here" he looked over to see her getting off of phoenix back .

" what you too doing here" rooster asked.

" seizing the goddamn day or what ever you say" she huff not walking for her crutches as she moved eyes locked on jake who searched her face.

" ok this wasn't as romantic as i thought jake meet a girl half way" she panted.

" darling what are you doing here" he ran over .

" oh shit i was brave before keep that ... i may have only clued into something that was right in front of me this whole damn time to point i may need my head and eyes checked ... not the point but i was at lunch and they bullied me to admit my feeling for you which i mean are there... ok they didn't bully me ...then kyle showed up and i threw wine at him then he said something to make me realise and hope i'm not wrong in thinking you love me too right" she rambled . as he stood shocked but then the wide grin that came on his face .

" i swear to go if you make a lame joke right now i will hit you" she whispered only to yelp when he lifted her in his arms.

"I was just going to say that i was going to seize the pretty girl when i got home" he winked before crashing his lips on her as the rest of the dagger squad whistled and applauded.

" finally" rooster clapped harder.

" she moves fast even with that boot on" beth chuckled. The two pulled back eyes locked on each other like it was just them too in the room .

" who knew you'd be kissing flumpy huh" she wiggled her brows .

" i ain't gonna stop kissing flumpy" he chuckled kissing her again .

" except a work" a voice called as the turned to see admiral simpson standing.

" of course very professional plus i'm on leave sooo" she smirked.

" good for you seresin" he chuckled as he headed off.

" he's like a cat" she whispered as jake nodded in agreement .

" ok put my kid down" mav joked as penny slapped his chest telling him to leave them alone.

" oh beth great driving you hit that pedal like it was need for speed" she said as jakes eyes widened looking at his sweet little mother.

" glad to be of help" she laughed.

" this i gotta hear" rooster snorted.

" for old girl she can be fast" john smiled.

" to make my boy that happy i'd do it again, hurt her son and we're gonna have problems" she playfully glared.

" mama" he gasped yet amusement was laced in it .

you better get her home she moved a little too fast today" nat hinted although it wasn't fully a lie.

" on that note pops , mama , rest of y'all bye " he rushed out the hanger .

" shit their going to be gross now" rooster whined as her giggles echoed through the hall way.

Once they were in the drive way she could stop kissing the man although she wasn't alone in the feeling was like once he got a taste he was addicted .

"awh finally i thought i was gonna be on my deathbed before you two got together" they turned to see mrs wilson standing on her porch.

" keep sneaking on me like that and it may come soon"

" Jake" she slapped his head thankfully the older woman didn't hear his comment . " did everyone know but us?" .

" a blind man could see it honey" the elderly woman shook her head .

" well see you mrs wilson" jake called rushing into the house as door closed his lips where on hers once more as he brought her to the sofa .

" you were right i didn't say it back at the hanger but darling even my parents where sick of me talking about you" he smiled kissing her nose.

" all good things right?" she pecked his lips .

" you know the usual pain in my ass , funny , smart , kind , caring and drives me crazy beautiful that has me so in love with her" he said only for her to crash her lips to his more heatedly .

" slow down you animal your still recovering but once that booty is off i'll show you good time" he nipped her bottom lip .

" you did not just call me an animal while we making out" she snorted. " hey you need to learn to walk before you ride the bull" he winked lips locking with hers.

His parent gone home , home her new car sitting in the driveway as the two lay on the sofa . two weeks of having her the way he truly wanted seemed like a dream when he looked down as she slept on his chest well it was moment like this he'd come to love .

please tell me you two are dressed" rooster walked in covering his eyes .

" shup chicken she's asleep" he whispered.

" from a long day and not something else.. Right" he asked hopeful .

" yeah she had physio asswipe.. Maybe some other things too .. ouch" he chuckled causing her to stir .

you two are sickeningly cute" rooster grimaced .

" shh you'll wake her" jake glared.

" too late" she groaned lifting her head up rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

" you got some drool right there pretty girl" rooster teased.

" can't blame me" she flushed.

" hey" jake smiled as she leaned down kissing him.

" hey i'm still here" bradley coughed.

" thought you were staying in ruby's" she asked.

" i need shower and grab my overnight bag so can you control yourselves til i leave" he asked back .

" can you mr i can be your doctor baby" she smirked .

" you heard that" he gulped. "

oh i did doctor love" she fell back laughing .

" your evil pretty girl " he rushed off.

" he's right your terrible " jake kissed her head.

" terribly adorable" she patted his check as she got off the chair walking unaided of a crutch or person and boot free.

" sweetheart" he beamed probably making her stop realise was just happened.

" i walked on my own" she cheered loudly.

" you done it baby" he lift her spinning her in his arms.

" i like being your baby" she kissed him .

" well baby you are stuck with me" he winked .

" what's with the cheering" bradley ran back in .

" i walked by myself" she beamed.

" great now you can go" .

" work" , " rodeo" the said at same time.

" what he said... work" she played it cool.

" i think you broke him" rooster snorted at jakes reaction

. " that happens at the rodeo" she said easily.

" i'm moving out .. of the country you sicko" he walked off.

" rodeo huh?" jake purred holding her tighter in his arms as her leg rested around his waist.

" even have a hat cowboy" she kissed his cheek before getting down .

" where you think your going baby" he said watching her hips sway down the hall

" to get my hat" she called sending him after her in chase .

the Rodeo (18+)

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[doumadono]

Hi Luvs!! This is an emergency request and I would like to ask can you do Bakugou x Gn! Reader where Bakugou comfort Reader who has low confidence and insecure??I'm requesting this cuz lately I've been having no confidence especially in my body and I always find something that makes me insecure like how broad my shoulders are and stuffs. I hope this isn't alot to ask♡♡

A boy who believed - Bakugo x gn!Reader

A/N: remember, your body is unique and beautiful just as it is. Everyone has features that make them feel insecure, but those same features are what make us unique and special

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

The day had been relentlessly harsh, and as you sat in your dorm room at U.A. High School, the weight of your insecurities felt almost unbearable. You couldn’t escape the whirlwind of self-doubt that spiraled around your mind, attacking every aspect of your appearance and worth. The mirror seemed to taunt you, reflecting back the things you hated about yourself - your appearance, your perceived flaws, every detail that made you feel less than. "Why can't I just be confident?" you muttered to yourself, frustration and sadness mingling in your voice.

A sharp knock on your door snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. You wiped away a stray tear and called out, "Come in."

Bakugo entered. his sharp eyes immediately took in your distressed state. "Oi, what’s going on with you? You've been acting off all goddamn day."

You tried to shrug it off, but Bakugo's piercing gaze made it hard. Too hard. "It's nothing, Katsuki. Just… having one of those days."

He didn't buy it for a second. Instead, he sat down beside you on your bed. "Cut the crap. I know something’s up. Tell me."

Taking a shaky breath, you looked down at your hands. "I just… I don’t feel good about myself. I hate how I look, I hate my broad shoulders, body, everything. I feel so insecure."

Bakugo's eyes softened as he reached out and gently tilted your chin up so you were looking at him. "Listen to me, and you listen good, nerd. You're amazing just the way you are. You think I give a damn about how broad your shoulders are? Hell no. You're strong, you're capable, and you're perfect to me, just the way you are."

A tear slipped down your cheek, and Bakugo wiped it away with a tenderness that contrasted with his usual grumpy nature. "But it's hard not to compare myself to others. I just don’t feel like I measure up."

He sighed deeply, then pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Screw what others think. You’re not here to measure up to anyone else. You’re here to be you, and that’s more than enough. I see you, all of you, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing."

You clung to him, feeling the tears flow freely now, a mixture of relief and lingering sadness. "But what if I can’t stop feeling this way?"

Katsuki pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his expression fierce with determination. "Then I’ll be here every damn day to remind you how incredible you are. You’re strong, and not just physically. You’ve got a heart that cares so much, and that’s something to be proud of."

You sniffled, a small smile breaking through your tears. "Thanks, Katsuki. I really needed to hear that."

After some time, Bakugo insisted on dragging you to the common area where some of the other students were hanging out. "C'mon, we're not gonna sit in that room all night. Let's go."

You hesitated but followed him, his hand firmly holding yours. As you entered the common room, you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you. It was hard to maintain your composure.

But Bakugou squeezed your hand reassuringly and leaned in to whisper, "Remember what I said. You’re amazing just as you are."

The rest of the evening was spent surrounded by friends, laughter, and a sense of belonging. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of confidence begin to take root, nurtured by the warmth and strength of the boy who believed in you more than you have ever believed in yourself.

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

You don’t have to thank me

Originally published on my wattpad: slvt4em1lyprenti2s

Summary: Emily is feeling a little insecure so reader comforts her.

Word Count: 1.1k

Fluff

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

You and Emily are dating in secret (even though the team has basically figured it out)

Reader pov:

Today we had the bitchiest little boy in custody. Well, he wasn't a little boy, he was a fully grown man who needs to learn some basic manners and how to act his age. 

He was caught red handed - literally - we caught him mid-stabbing the victim (who thankfully we saved) with blood all over his hand. And yet he still denied he did anything. 

I'm going to smack his smug little face into the wall.

"Hey you okay over there?" I hear Derek say to me that snaps me out of my fantasies of beating the crap outta this guy.

"Yeah. I'm fine, this guy is just pissing me off. Classic misogynist just like we profiled but goddamn. I didn't think anyone could be this bad." I let out an exasperated sigh as Morgan sat down in the chair next to me.

"You know, I've seen you deal with much bigger dickheads than this guy, and you've been totally fine. You know what I think has gotten under your skin so much?" He smirks lightly as he's talking which makes me hesitant to ask what. 

"What? Please do enlighten me." I say trying to stop myself from rolling me eyes at the shit-eating grin he has on his face.

"I think it's because he insulted your little girlfriend." I blush at the mention of Emily and he picks up on it instantly.

"I knew it! Hey, I'm not judging but, I think it may have gotten under her skin too so, go find her! Make her happy." He says with this time a genuine smile on his face as I stand up.

"Just not too happy." There it is. He's back.

"Ha, ha. Will do, but really. Thanks for letting me know." I reply as I walk away.

While I was walking I got held up in my thoughts a bit. Had that dig about her hair really got to her? I mean not that she's not allowed to be vulnerable but, I thought she loved it? Is she not happy with it? 

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I've reached the meeting room she's in. As if on autopilot I close the door behind me as I step in and walk over and sit on the chair next to her. 

"Hi honey." She mumbles without even looking up, already knowing it was me. She was looking over the case file but, I could tell her head was somewhere else.

"Hey, how are you doing?" I was trying not to push her too much but I need to be able to help her if she is upset so before she could answer I continued. "Morgan told me you were a bit upset, you know, about what the UnSub said. If you are, which you shouldn't be because he's an arse, I just want to let you know that you are absolutely stunning my love and nothing can ever, and will never change that okay?" By this point she's turned her chair so our knees are interlinked and I've grasped her hands as she looks me in the eyes. 

"I'm uhm- I'm not okay." she murmured tearily. I could see the older woman fighting back the tears threatening to spill and my heart breaks. How could someone so incredible, in every aspect of their life, feel so down about themselves? 

"That's okay love, I'm proud of you for admitting that." I smile and squeeze her hands signalling for her to continue explaining why she's upset. 

"The things he said, about my hair and looking old. They really got to me and I don't know why. I just- in all honesty I've never been sure about my decision to stop dying my hair. I mean I don't regret as such I just wish I didn't look so old. I feel like I look like a little old lady and most of all, it's made me think I don't deserve to be with you. You're quite a bit younger than me and you're gorgeous and, me? I'm none of that. So what he said today, just solidified those feeling." By the time she had finished I was wiping the last of her tears off of her cheeks. My heart aches for her and I wished she could see herself the way I see her.

"Sweetheart, please listen to me carefully when I say this. You are the most beautiful woman I know, and you do not look old, you look sexy and trust me, everyone thinks so. You're absolutely stunning em and I honestly wish you could see that. Nothing that twat said today is true, so don't listen to those thoughts saying you're not beautiful or not worthy because you are my love. Please believe me when I say it, let it go in one ear and out the other okay? And if anything, I don't deserve to be with you. You're the most precious person I've ever known and that fact I get to be your girlfriend is the best thing that's ever happened to me. You know what I need and when I need it, you know what I like and what I don't, and you love with your whole heart and Emily, you'll always be my girl no matter what okay?" As I finished my speech she instantly pulled me into a kiss. 

It was slow and sensual, we poured all the emotions we had built up over that day into that kiss but most importantly, it showed me that she believed me. That she loves me and I love her, more than anything in this world.

As we pulled apart my hand was still on her cheek, my thumb caressing her cheekbone. We just sat there for a bit, looking at each other and basking in the other presence before she gently pulled me into a hug.

It was like it was two puzzle pieces slotting together. Her embrace was so comforting and I always feel safe whenever I'm in her arms. 

I pull away and look her in the eye.

"C'mon, let's pack up and get on the jet as soon as we can so we can go home." I say as I take her hand and pull her to her feet after au stand up.

 She presses a soft kiss to my lips before she pulls away and looks me deep in the eyes.

"Love?" She speak softly.

"Yes?" I say.

"Thank you, I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you." she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to thank me honey, it's what I'm here for. I love you too."

[ponyosmom35]

comfort

Simon Riley x reader

Liability series chapter twenty eight

Synopsis: reader gets into a massive fight about politics with her father, leaving her upset as she and Simon go up to her room to calm her down. 

Warnings: fighting, angst, cursing, fluff, Simon is a sweetheart. 

Liability series:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

she rushes up to her room with Simon hot on her trail. His heavy footsteps following hers as shes stomp to her childhood room. She slams the door open ignoring the loud yells from her father from downstairs. She paces back and forth as Simon gently closes the door.

“no he’s such a fucking idiot! I literally don’t understand how the fuck he can act this way?! Like he doesn’t fucking listen, he just waits for me to be done talking so he can push his idiotic views on me fuck it’s so goddamn stupid I hate being here!” she rants loudly

“baby” Simon says gently

She whip around to face him, her red and angry face finds him sitting on her bed scratching the back of his head. “am I wrong? I mean you can’t just pick and choose when you support trans rights, you can’t sit here and say that you don’t care what people do as long as their happy and then turn around and make all of those horrible points! what the fuck that is fucking insane and it makes me sick that he thinks that way! It doesn’t even make any fucking sense” she exclaims

“love-”

“Simon he just keep interrupting me without letting me get a single point out, like that isn’t how you have a fucking conversation let me speak, why don’t you respect me enough to hear what I have to say?”

“y/n-”

“I listen to him and once I start to speak about something that he doesn’t agree with- that's when he stops listening. Give me basic respect goddamn he has no idea how to talk to somebody then the fucking gaslighting starts, ‘oh I'm sorry I’m a terrible father who you can't stand I love you more than you'll ever know’ shut the fuck up with that I’m not gonna feel sorry for you and apologize this is a matter of human fucking rights-”

“baby stop, take a deep breath” Simon interrupts. She glares at him as she attempts to keep her anger at her father rather than shifting it to him. “do you agree with him or something?” she asks, crossing her arms. 

Simon stands and places his hands on her shoulders, staring down at her lovingly. He knew that it took quite a lot to work her up to the point where she would actually fight. Once she reached that level she was not gonna back down. Though he didn’t like seeing her fight with her father, he coudln’t help but admire the way she stuck up for what she believed in. He smiles “no I’m so proud of you and how you fought for what's right. you are 100% correct with everything you said”

“its so fucking infuriating” She says as her lips begins to tremble. Her eyes gloss over and she tries to blink away the tears but they fall quickly. He pulls her into a hug instantly, rubbing her back comfortingly. “I know lovie”

“I’m not even upset it’s just…” She trials off “I get it” he responds

Simon pulls back slightly, pushing her hair behind her ears and wiping the tears. She sniffles and he lets her go, allowing her to take off her glasses and clean them off from the fresh tears. She stares at the wall as the voices of her parents arguing through the walls pierces her ears. Simon wraps himself around her, pulling ger into him as he holds his head on her shoulder. She holds onto his forearm as he begins rocking them back and forth. He starts kissing her neck, knowing how ticklish she was there. 

She bursts out laughing at the song and allow him to turn her body, so they were facing each other. He pulls her into him, lifting her up in the air over his shoulder. She gasps as the air is taken from her lungs and wheezes loudly. “put me down” she laughs

“sorry love, I can’t control myself” he says in his thick british accent. She cackles as he spins us around three times. His hand slaps her ass as he allows her to slide down to his chest. He holds her body close and falls limp, smiling up at him. He clutches her tighter and she gasps as it begins to hurt. She wraps her arms around his neck and pull myself around him. Allowing him to hold her like a child.

“I love you so much” she said.

“I love you too darling”

a/n

this is based on a real fight I got into with my dad, I wish I had a Simon to calm me down ugh

[squeaksinc]

2023 creative year in review! 💦💦

The most stand-out thing to mention was this was arguably my most active and productive cosplay year...maybe ever? its incredibly uncommon that I can handmake 9 costumes in a year, but on top of that, 7 of the 9 were also custom designs, which is pretty wild.

costume-wise, i learned a stupid amount of skills and really pushed what i was comfortable with. IMO the best from the year are the collector, knives, pupet, and nekomancer at least just from a craftsmanship perspective. I try not to brag or be an ass, but I am genuinely very proud of those. they posed fun creative challenges that kept me engaged, and I'm happy with how they turned out!

the other side of the coin is although last year was my most dormant cosplay year, other crafts were super active....and the reverse happened this year _(:3」∠)_ i didnt really draw much at all other than making cosplay designs, and other physical media didnt get much time to shine either. I made some plushies, but they were lackluster, and I think I made maybe one unfinished figure lol. but I did try BJD making and loved it!! I made 4 this year and have plans to do more haha.

thats the upbeat overview, the readmore is going to be a more negative perspective so proceed with caution haha.

More than anything I wish i had more time to do art and build up Stitch in The Ditch/more OC work, but honestly this year was also objectively insane in the non-creative front. like i hit the worst patch of chronic pain i've ever had/found out my abdominals have been ripping themselves apart and bleeding for the past 10 years lol/had to go to the hospital like THREE!!!! goddamn times and now i'm dealing with the news i'm going to need abdominal surgery, got a teaching promotion/award, got my physics masters, utterly INSANE family happenings, had gastroparesis for 2 months and couldnt eat more than 200 cal a day in that time which caused all my blood levels to crash and i'm still reeling from it, and of course, have just been Cashually working goddamn 60-80 hours a week in an experimental physics lab in the background during all of this which is driving me to the point of madness- suffice to say i hit my limit like months ago lmao.

like looking back i know i should be happy and proud i did so much but i cant help but feel disappointed and wishing i had done better quality stuff. honestly, i know i goof about how hard work is, but its really really getting to me. i've always been happy with my ability to juggle so many things and preserve my ability to have a cool job, make cool things, and independently take care of myself, but work is month-by-month morphing into more of a monster thats just been suffocating everything else out. I really dont know what next year will look like, as i've been wearing thinner and thinner i'm noticing a trend where I just dont have the energy that I used to to do anything outside of my job.

I bring this up because on paper I should be happy with what I made, but I still feel like im in a stand-still. I made a lot of costumes, but tbh they were low quality/lackluster. like the number went up, but the quality didnt and I couldnt do much of any other art things. I couldve, and shoulve, been able to make much better work this year than I did, but it didnt happen as a combo of being snuffed out by my job physically and mentally.

in 2023 I got a head start/built up momentum from the beginning of the year that carried me through when things got insane in spring/summer/currently, but I'm already starting 2024 from a low point. yall. im so tired. im so goddamn tired. like its funny to goof about how much I do but its catching up fast and i think this is going to be the year when I just cant keep up anymore. Its hard to talk about since the "being crushed to death by your job" topic isnt one people want to engage with, and unless you're experiencing it first hand its hard to understand what living like that really means.

for 2024, i know theres no way I will be able to match this same number of costumes, but my goal is no matter what I want to start making things that are more solid on a construction level. fewer projects, more polish. also doing more non-cosplay stuff like world building and dolls would also be awesome. will that happen??? lord only knows. honestly usually these predictions/goals go haywire but this is also more of a response to external things outside of my control so ???? ??????? we'll see lads

[the-final-sif]

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 75 total works currently!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

904,821 total words written!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently only really DSMP, but in the past I've written for bnha, marvel, rise of the guardians, homestuck, transformers and a bunch of other random ones in there.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Before looking, my guess is it'll all be bnha, since some of those are my longer ones and and got pretty popular.

Katsuki Bakugou has No Goddamn Chill (But It's For The Best That He Doesn't) - 26,412 kudos

Lessons Learned - 15,859 kudos

You know that thing where an orchestra swaps instruments, and like, some of them get it right away, but others have no clue what they're doing? This is that but with quirks, two unwilling participants, and also Emotions - 11,774 kudos

The Green Eyed Monster - 7,066 kudos

A Yellow Box, Time, Trust, and A Few Adjustments - 6,579 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Not usually, I respond sometimes if there's something that catches my attention. but. Uh.

This my inbox filtered by "comments without replies". I do read them all though! Even if I don't mark them as read.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhh, for dsmp they aren't too bad but probably A Palimpsest Mind.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

For DSMP again, Mercenary to Mailman

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Nope, never really had issues with that. I've had a couple of weirdos but not really hate.

9. Do you write smut?

I did it once to prove I could but I didn't find it too interesting. Sometimes ideas can be fun but ever since the one time I found myself just wanting to write something else when I tried.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nah, it's not my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, very weirdly. Was able to get it taken down though!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Several of my fics have been translated and it was super cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I don't think I have? But I've done RP and worked out ideas with people before!

14. What‘s your all-time favorite ship?

Uh, honestly I'm less interested in ships themselves and more the nonsense that you can create with that. Any ship can be my favorite if it serves my purposes.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Fissile Family tbh. I have so much written for that and it all planned out but my interested in the bnha fandom is currently dead.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

I'm a pretty fast writer overall, and I think I do well with characterization and dialogue. I know that when I get in a flow I can get character voices down pretty well and that's something that I'm proud of. I'm also pretty good with doing my own take on characters that's different from their canon versions but is still verisimilar.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I just forget words or switch what sentence I'm writing halfway through and then never catch it. Also I have to actively beat back my own comma abuse.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It's neat? Unclear what this question is asking me for.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior cats! It was hand written in a binder that I actually still have, about clans in an abandoned shopping mall. It was very silly and I'm still proud of baby me for writing it!

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Seven Year Old Katsuki Has The Ability To Kill A Grown Man And No Concept Of Legality

The formatting on this one was insane and took so long and I'm proud of how it came out!

[we-were-so-beautiful]

3. taxi

oh man, this one FOUGHT me y'all. so much cutting and pasting. I am not even kidding when I say that everything that happens in this chapter was supposed to be part of the last one, and I gave up and cut that one off early because I was sick of trying to finish this part. and now this is my longest chapter yet. you know, out of all three of them. at 1.3k. lol. I am not, how do you say, fast. but I was hoping I'd be able to get a chapter written over christmas, and I'm really proud of myself for finishing it!

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, cage mention, rampant classism. As always, please tell me if there's anything else I need to tag.

[masterlist] [chapter two] [chapter four]

“Okay I know they’re supposed to be expensive but what can you possibly be charging this much money for.”

“Adoption fees are to offset the cost of room, board and medical care while at the facility,” the employee parrots, without so much as the decency to look ashamed. 

“He does not look like he has had literally any of those things while he’s been here. Or possibly in his entire life.”

“Ma’am, if you cannot afford the adoption fee, then you cannot adopt a Pet.”

“Oh, I can afford it,” Vanessa growls, handing over a very shiny credit card before her mouth can get her in enough trouble to stop the employee from taking it. She bites her lip until she tastes copper to keep from saying, I’d just rather put it towards something that isn’t blatantly and obviously going right back into Worldwide Rehabilitative Un-fucking-limited’s pockets despite the fact that this is supposed to be a goddamn government facility.

Harm reduction, she reminds herself. Paying extortionate fees to kill shelters is still harm reduction. It’s the unsavory truth, but it doesn’t make the blood in her mouth taste any sweeter.

“Sign here,” the woman says, handing her credit card back along with a digital pad and stylus, and Vanessa cracks her wrist before she takes them. It’s sore and snapping like a glowstick from the mountain of paperwork she’s already been made to sign since the employee unceremoniously hauled the man on the floor behind her down from his double-high-stacked wire crate. She can’t decide whether to consider it an obscenely large amount, or an obscenely little one for all that it represents.

She can’t think about it too hard. Can’t draw too much of her own attention to the fact that she’s really doing this, or she might just run screaming back out into the grey-tinted autumn afternoon, and then where would this guy be? 

She scribbles her name on the touchpad, and just like that��� it’s done.

—

“Don’t forget your leash and collar,” the employee reminds her.

“I won’t be using those,” Vanessa says, with all the imperious rich-lady self-assurance she can fake.

“You will if you don’t want to be liable for civil and/or criminal penalties up to and including the permanent forfeiture of your right to Pet ownership,” the woman drones like she’s rattling it off from a handbook, and nobody has the right to own a person but even Vanessa knows better than to argue the system with someone who literally works for it.

She grinds her teeth as she takes the lengths of bulky blue nylon from the woman. She crouches beside the man, who’s bent himself into an odd kneeling fetal position on the cold tile floor. “Sorry,” she whispers as she slides the coarse material around his throat, feeling his pulse beat harsh and rapid underneath. She hopes she’s being quiet enough that the employee won’t hear her talking to him like a person—because he is a person, goddamnit—but she knows better than to trust her own volume. Best if she can get the fuck out of here with him now, before she makes a mistake.

She really doesn’t want to lead this dude crawling down the street like an animal. Doesn’t want to imagine what people will think. But she asks him, “Can you stand?”, and he makes a sound like a choking dog, and so much for both their dignity, she fucking guesses.

“Ugh, fine, whatever, just… come on.”

—

Fuck standing, the guy can barely support himself on all fours. His joints threaten to buckle at every step as Vanessa urges him out onto the chilly sidewalk. Coat of dirt aside, he’s got nothing on him but a pair of boxers as filthy as he is and that godawful blue collar, and when his bare skin meets the frigid pavement his body clenches so hard she can practically hear his teeth slam shut.

She looks at the unwashed man before her, shivering hard enough to rattle his bones in the cold October air. Looks at her thick brown coat. Ugh, she likes this coat, the lining is stitched in in all the right places to keep the texture of the shell from making her want to climb out of her own skin and no amount of dry cleaning in the world is going to convince her to put it on again once it touches… whatever the fuck is all goddamn over this guy. She sighs and shrugs it off.

Fuck fuck fuck it’s cold. She’s shivering herself in just plain blue jeans and her second favorite Cure t-shirt. But a million “if you’re cold, they’re cold!” memes flash through her mind and she grumbles aggrievedly and drapes the wool coat over his massive, gaunt frame. This dude has like a foot on her standing, she remembers when the lapels will barely pull around his shoulders. She’s gonna have to shake Austin down for clothes.

God, it feels beyond fucked up to have a person on a leash, and it doesn’t help that the cheap blue nylon feels plasticky in her hand and she hates the texture. She can’t imagine how much worse it must feel around the throat of the shuddering man before her. She’s taking the damn thing off him as soon as she gets him home, she’ll get him a better one if Roselle can’t find her a loophole and she absolutely fucking has to, but when the fifth or sixth cab passes her by without even slowing down she starts to wonder how the hell she’s going to get him home at all.

—

“You want to go to the corner,” the employee says boredly, not so much as looking up from her newspaper when Vanessa shoulders her way back through the door.

“You what?” Vanessa echoes.

“The corner. Better if you go another block or two, even. Cabs don’t stop in front of the shelter.”

Of course they don’t, Vanessa thinks. 

She hipchecks the door back open and returns to the stupid goddamn hitching post they so conveniently provide along the front wall of the shelter, where she’s awkwardly strung up the loop of the stupid blue leash. “Hey, uh, dude? I’m gonna go up the street a bit, okay, I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

He barely acknowledges that he’s heard her, curled back up under her coat in that same odd position with his forearms tucked into his chest. “...not that you would,” she adds dubiously, before power-walking away to the next block.

Vanessa hisses through her teeth in the bleak grey air and rubs at her goosebump-riddled arms, but true to the employee’s disaffected word it’s only a matter of minutes this time before a cab driver catches her wave and pulls over. “Thanks,” she says as she tumbles in. “I’m going back to the Heights. Need to pick someone up first, though. Just on the next block.”

The driver looks skeptical, but he rolls down the quiet street all the same—until he clocks the shelter just as Vanessa tells him to stop. “No. Nuh uh. No way. I don’t let Pets in my cab.”

“I’ll double your fare. Up front.”

The driver shakes his head, staring revulsed in the direction of the hitching post. “Not worth all that crud on my seats.” Oh. Great. He’s seen him.

“What if I cover the seats. Newspaper.”

The driver sizes her up with a calculating gaze, one elbow propped on the back of his seat, and somewhere in the middle of wanting to punch him for looking at her she finds herself wishing for once that she’d dressed… richer. Finally, he grouses, “Triple fare. And the meter’s runnin’ while ya cover ‘em.”

“Fine,” Vanessa spits, and sprints out with the door wide open before he has time to change his mind.

She barges into the shelter one last time, hopefully the last fucking time in her life if she has any say in it. Leaning over the counter, with a grin that’s probably a little too smug for her to be proud of, she snatches the newspaper directly out of the apathetic employee’s complicit hands.

-

taglist: @maracujatangerine @pigeonwhumps @tragedyinblue @marchtothefuckingsea @octopus-reactivated @briars7

[2hopatz]

ONLY - Park Seonghwa

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Heartbreak, Making out, Crying, Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol and Alchohol Consumption, Sickeningly Sweet Fluff Word Count: 4.9K+ Pairing: p. sh x gender non-specified reader (a/n): It is 6:54am, and I have finally found the time to finish this fic. There is a discrepancy in my final grade for one class (heavy pissed sighing being heard from me insert here) but other than that my classes are done. I kinda fucked up last semester (freshman year semester one after a gap year is hard) but I made all As this semester!! I'm very proud of myself :)). Anyway!! I hope you guys enjoy this barely proofread Seonghwa fic. I am... not fond of this one. I feel I could do better, but it won't ever get uploaded if I keep backtracking. It is based on ONLY - LeeHi and is part of my playlist series. Enjoy~ Mwah!

For all the reasons you tried to come up with, you didn’t know why you went to the top of the building that night. The pressure mounting from your new internship, the drive to make it in a society that didn’t want you to. There were reasons upon reasons why you could have gone to the top of the building that night, but none of those were it. Something just pulled you in.

…

You swear that within the last ten minutes, the music within the party had become unbearably loud. Colors swim across your vision, all too bright, the bodies dancing around you all too warm. The brush of their skin, the touch of their clothing. It is all too much. You had tried calling to your friend Michael, yelling over the all-too-loud thumping that you needed to leave, but he was too preoccupied with the girl he was chatting up to even hear. All you know is that you need to get out, your thoughts getting all too fast and all too dark. 

‘I’m going to rip my fucking ear drums out. I can’t breathe, it’s too hot. I can’t breathe. My skin itches.’

Your breath gets heavier as you push through the crowd, tears pricking in your eyes. You don’t want to be like this, not tonight. Fun was the only thing you are supposed to be filled with, not fear. Despite all that, a refuge is the only thing you seek. 

‘I can’t get anywhere like this. I want to cry, I want to scream. I need somewhere quiet now.’ 

Then, like some form of magic or karma, a staircase appears. Your hands tremble as you step forward, gripping the railing for dear life. You are about to be free. 

‘I’ll text Michael when I calm down, I don’t want him to worry. Hell, it would be good for both of us if he finally got a goddamn date.’

In the midst of chaos, you clamber up the stairs and through a doorway, the night enveloping you in its cool embrace. You feel your panic waning almost immediately, the night around you calming your senses slowly but surely. Here you are safe, if only for a while. 

“Excuse me, I didn’t think there was anyone else up here.”

A voice cooed behind you, sultry and smooth compared to the crisp chillness in the air. Panic pulses through you again as you jump with a gasp. 

“Fucking hell dude. Holy shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry! I should have announced myself a bit better,” The stranger is sitting his glass down on the small table outside, before bowing his head politely in embarrassment. He was cute, with mid-length black hair framing his doe eyes. 

‘He’s really cute…’ you think to yourself, slowly eyeing his face, tilting your head in curiosity, before snapping out of it.

“It’s ok! Really! I just came up here to get away. It’s so noisy down there, I wanted to give myself a break.”

“This really isn’t the place for someone who likes the quiet.” The stranger smiles softly as he speaks, an airy laugh following after as he leans against the railing of the roof. Your laughter follows before your eyes are drawn toward the skyline of the city laid bare before you. You were so caught up in the panic that you hadn’t noticed how pretty it was right before you. Despite that, the goosebumps on your skin wouldn’t leave unless the panic in your heart did. 

‘Maybe if I ignore it long enough it will leave.’

“Damn…” you breathed out, smiling, “ what a roof!” The pretty man laughed behind you. 

“Quite the sight, I must say,” he is sauntering up beside you, and you realize just how tall he is. 

“Is there something on my face?” he asks tilting his head down with furrowed brows. 

“You’re pretty. That’s all. Super pretty, model pretty. I love your makeup.” You respond with a smile before turning back to view the city. You hear him cough beside you, catching a glimpse of his ears slowly turning red. His hand reaches up, covering the pink of his lips as he clears his throat. Your smile widens a bit, and your heart slows slightly as you calm down.

‘Quite easily flusterable,’ you think as you ponder what would happen if you compliment him more. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you, and you wonder when he got so close to you. He is warm and smells like vanilla and caramel; you considered whether it would be creepy to ask him what cologne he wears.

“You’re pretty too. Beautiful. Honestly.” He stands straighter, still looking out over the city. A compliment from him felt like skipping through a field of tulips, and heat rushes to your cheeks.

“Thank you… sir?” You ask awkwardly, looking up at him with expectant eyes. His head snaps toward you, shock morphing to amusement as he lets out a series of high-pitched giggles, silent ones following. As if instinctual, your own lips curl into a smile. 

“Sir?”

“Sir.” You respond grinning mischievously up at the man.

“Ok, your majesty.” He responds with a bow, before doubling over again with laughter, “Wooyoung always jokes that I look too old.”

“Not old. Professional,” Your eyes squint up at him as you nod with a coy smile, “ Your majesty is a bit over the top, don’t you think? The only thing I rule over is a beat-up Honda Civic.” His eyes glow as he laughs, and it is almost as if the reflections in the earthy browns of his iris were coming from within him. 

‘Maybe there’s a whole universe in there.’ you joked silently. A soft gasp broke you out of your trance as he looks down at nothing at all, his neck was a bit pink now. The silence now was awkward, the previous moment having nothing to replace its absence. Restless, your feet shifted, the sound of a stuttering two-step filling the silence. He looks at you through his lashes, fighting a smile. 

“If you wanted to dance, downstairs would have been the perfect dance floor.”

“Too loud. I would have jumped off this balcony before the beat even dropped,” You relish in his high-pitched laugh again, you let it steep like tea and honey, “why’d you come up here?”

“The club is fun… but not after 4 consecutive hours of it.”

“4 is fucking mental.” His eyes crease with laughter at your comment.

“Fucking insane, right? My friends are fond of a good party. A little too fond.” The conversation continues naturally for the next few minutes as you chronicle your journey to the club thus far. He laughs at your exasperation as you outline how Michael had dragged you here to get a date, or at least to get laid. He responds with the story of his own night, saying his friends San and Mingi brought him here, but he stayed so long against his will. You notice his gaze soften when you laugh, and he sighs. The city thrums with life as you both stare back out at it, mesmerized by lights, relaxing in each other’s presence.

“It’s like a little galaxy, isn’t it? Impossibly many people, meeting in impossibly many places,” you whisper, enjoying the breeze that blows by, despite it carrying the smell of smog.

“I suppose. There’s a chance of meeting so many people, taking advantage of so many opportunities.”

“A city wrapped up in fate.”

“Or chance.” his voice carries softly on the wind, and you could tell he has turned to look at you. He scoots to stand closer, and your arms brush softly, barely noticeable. Still, excitement overtakes you, and it takes hold of your heart before leaping into your throat. His eyes shine as you meet his gaze, his lips looking even softer than his voice sounds. 

“What are the chances that we’ll meet again after this?”

“Little to none.” he glanced at your lips as he said it, licking his lips unconsciously.

“Well then, we’d better make it last.” You sighed and smiled softly at him, walking to the table and pulling out your phone. 

“I don’t have my phone with me. It broke yesterday. I don’t even have anything to write with.” Regret laced his voice as he pouted lightly. He may kill you with that smile and that voice, and you’ve just met the man. 

“Then let’s just dance. The night is young, and so are we!” you smile with a flourish of your hand, beckoning him closer, music spilling from your phone speaker. He pauses slightly, and his eyes widen. Despite that, the next thing you feel was his arms around you. A warmth seeps into you, filling your soul with pure light. He feels like a lazy Sunday morning, like coffee on the stove, like the light spilling onto the floor. Every rigid muscle, every stressful thought melted till nothing was left, not even the puddle. For a moment, a flash in time, everything feels perfect.

Then, he starts to sway, leading you into a soft lull of hips, feet, and hands. Every piece of common sense flies out of the window, and you revel in the way his heart pounds in response to yours. You delight in the way he shudders every time your breath hits his neck. You hope he basks in you the same way, hopes he feels the way your thumbs stroke his arm and back, the way you can’t seem to do anything but smile.

You are one song in when his hands move from your waist to your hips, two when they lock behind your lower back. Three songs in when the space between you has been reduced to atoms, and four when the world starts to disappear. Everything is moving so fast, so why are you confident that this is where you belong? Right here in his arms, his lips ghosting over your forehead, hands pulling you further into his charm. You stumble as he starts to spin, and he catches you, needy hands pulling you back with no hesitation. You feel wobbly.

“Just like that. You’re doing so well.” He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, a lush pink highlighting his high cheekbones, and a dam breaks within you as you look back up at him, into the universe behind his eyes. 

“Kiss me at least once before you leave.” It comes out as almost a plea.

“I’ll need more than that.”

“Then be greedy with me. Take as many as you want, give me all your affection. I want to be greedy with you too.”

“You don’t even know my name.” he was whispering against your lips now, “am I crazy to want you?”

“If you’re crazy, I should be locked up in a straight jacket.” Your smile is breathtaking to him, and he willingly gives you his heart at that moment, followed by his lips. Over and over again, his lips meet yours every kiss birthing a new star in the galaxies behind his eyes. Every map has led to you, every star guided him here. The deepest depths of the ocean, the inside of a black hole, everything marvelous in this world he finds in the repetition of your lips finding his. This wasn’t smart, hell he doesn’t even know you. As your lips meld to his once more, your breath fanning over his lips, he decides that not everything has a logical explanation. Maybe, the best things were miracles, or like you said, fate. Maybe if he whispers his name onto your lips, he can claim them as his forever, because you’ve already claimed his.

His breath is starting to leave him in huffs as you toy with his hair, and he kisses you so hard that you lean back feeling his hands keep you balanced. If the music was playing you could no longer hear it, his sighs being a symphony in itself. Still, as much as you wanted to breathe him in, you needed oxygen. So, you pulled back to catch the breath that he has stolen from you. His eyes are still closed, and he chases your lips with an airy, frustrated whine. He is making your head spin, but the only place you can ground yourself is in his arms. What a predicament he had placed you in. One night and he already had you imagining a future being his partner. You go in for another kiss, the alcohol still evident on your breaths swirling together, when the door bursts open to reveal two men, one obviously drunker than the other, calling out a name. 

“SEONGHWAAA~” the shorter one sings, before falling on the shoulder of the other man. The man in your arms jumped in surprise, before groaning softly.

“Is that your name? Seonghwa. I love it. Just as pretty as you, sir.” You said softly, and you think that if someone told you that his name meant Heaven, you would believe it. He smiles softly, before turning to the man who shouted, seemingly annoyed. 

“San. I’m busy. Mingi can’t you-” 

“Nope, Hongjoong just called and he is pissed. Something about a case you should be working on with him.” The taller man states, slightly struggling with the affectionate man trying to hug him and Seonghwa at the same time.

“Holy shit! I forgot about that completely!” 

“You better haul ass!” The taller man, Mingi you gather, walks up and starts to pull him down the stairs, “Watching San alone has been hard enough I don’t need Hongjoong on my ass too!”

“Wait I-” Seonghwa looks toward you desperately, searching for something, anything to tell you where to find him, or contact him at least. He sees you reach toward him, something like sadness and panic in your eyes before the door closes. He feels something inside him break, as he is pulled into the crowd and away from your sight. 

…

You’re there again the next night, and the next, leaving Michael every night despite his complaints and heading straight for the roof of the building where the same beautiful cityscape lays itself bare in front of you. Despite that, tonight you can’t rest, your eyes darting from your phone, back to the door, and then to the sky above. Tonight is the third night in a row you’ve come back since you met him.

“It would be so much prettier if I was with you… Seonghwa…” You feel like a fool, letting his name fall off your lips like morning dew off of a leaf. He probably isn’t even thinking of you anymore, but there is something that denies that burning within you. Sure, you two had made out, but it was more than the heat of the moment. It wasn’t just lust. You had never been so consumed entirely by anyone, especially in just one night. You could only think of his name, his smile.  

“I’m being so irrational, always following my heart places I know I shouldn’t go,” you gripped the edge of the wall you lean against, tears brimming in your eyes, “fuck. Fuck I hate this. I don’t want to feel this anymore. I wish I’d never-” 

You trail off feeling that you’ve said enough, not wanting to let the next thought finish. You knew you were being impulsive, saying things that you didn’t mean. But you thought, you swore that he would come back for you.

‘It’s the third night. That tall guy… Mingi was it? Said he had a case to work on. Maybe he is just busy…’ you were trying to reason with yourself, to justify your behavior. You’d never been this needy with any of your partners. It had been days though, and with every day your faith waned and waned. You sighed, wiping your eyes carefully so as not to let Michael know you had been crying over a man you danced with once. You checked your phone, reading that it was 12:03am, and you groaned loudly at the thought of leaving in order to be awake for work the very same morning. Another night was coming to a close without him seeking you out, another night of you feeling like a fool. 

You open the door, weaving through the crowd to find Michael at the bar chatting up a couple that looked mildly enamored with him; you pull him by his scruff and drag his tipsy self out of the club. Ignoring his complaints as you escorted him to the car, you get into the driver’s seat with a little more attitude than you had intended. 

“Me being drunk just cannooot be making you this angry babe.” He whines, leaning over to try and hug you, a drunken smile on his face.

“Sit your ass back, we’re going home.” you sound more upset than playful, and he pouts like a hurt puppy, groaning about how mean you were being to him. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly.”

“It’s cool… he didn’t come again?” Silence freezes the air, the car becoming too stifling and making you shift uncomfortably, “That asshole.” You sigh softly at his statement before starting the car, pausing to look around just one more time, before pulling off. 

“Let’s come again tomorrow.”

“...”

“Maybe you’ll see that cute couple again, hm?” He turns away from you, upset at your persistence to get your heart broken, and all you can do is ache, knowing just how right he might be.

…

His friend was late.

He is going to search for, possibly, probably, the love of his entire life. And his friend had the audacity to be late.

“Yo, I apologized already, you know my boss likes to hold me up after work,” Hongjoong whines, poking a very angry Seonghwa on his arm. 

“Your boss is my boss Joong, we work together.” 

“Seonghwa~”

“...”

“Seonghwa~”

“Christ, Hongjoong what is it?” the older male snaps, pulling into the parking space that miraculously appears outside of the club. 

‘Didn’t even have to search. Maybe luck… or whatever is on my side tonight,’ he thinks. some relief flooding over him.

“Are we really clubbing tonight because of that person you met on the roof literal days ago? Have you always been this soft Park Seonghwa?” 

“Shut up,” Seonghwa sneers from the driver’s seat, and Hongjoong responds with a wounded swoon, “So damn dramatic.”

“But seriously Hwa, be so deadass with me right now. Was I right?” Hongjoong turned to look at his closest friend. Sure Seonghwa had a tendency to fall for people and fall hard at that, but he had never seen the man so desperate about it. Seonghwa had pestered him for 2 days about coming to this club with him to search for ‘the soulmate he met on the roof’. Tonight, on the third night Seonghwa decided to beg for Hongjoong’s company, they finally had a break from reading case files; so here he was, dragged to the club on his only night off in weeks. All for a person Seonghwa had met here four days ago.

“Just this once. Deal?” Hongjoong groaned in response slumping out of the car and slamming the door. Seonghwa waited inside the car for a response, and smiled giddily when Hongjoong told him to, ‘’move his lovesick ass.”

By the time Seonghwa made it to the stairs, Hongjoong had already gotten caught up by the promise of free shots at the bar. Hauling ass up the stairs, he basically bursts onto the roof, breaths leaving him and short huffs. He ignored the city lights as he turned frantically, looking only for you. 

His breath hitched when he found you weren’t there, and he tried his best not to let himself cry yet. Of course you weren’t, it was one night days ago. He slumped against the wall, head in his hands as he uttered a chorus of “no”s. He feels as if his heart is spilling onto the pavement, the image of you, the sound of your voice, invading his senses. He just had to wait, after all the night was young for clubbers. He walked to the balcony, turning away from the city and facing the door. All he had to do was wait for you here, and he begged the universe, god, or anyone listening to meet you again tonight. Every second passing had him losing even more hope, the minutes he had been up there for seeming like hours. He stops to check the time, and his watch reads 12:15am.  

…

“Weeks, friend. It’s been weeks since you met him on the roof.” Michael sat on the edge of your desk trying to talk some sense into you as you scoured the internet for a trace of the man you met. 

“You just don’t get it, Michael. I don’t even get it, I-” you sighed, negative emotions flooding you as you remember what he said. 

‘Little to none.’ 

“C’mon, it was one night. You’ve never been this romantic with anyone before. Is he really important enough for this?” He gestures to your room, shiny clothing scattered on the ground from going to the club every night and waiting on the roof, watching with each passing day how the starry city lights stretch farther and farther away. You sigh, a sob wracking through your frame, and Michael wraps his arm around you squeezing you tightly. He has never seen you like this, not even with the people you’ve dated. To be frank, it pisses him off that this ‘Seonghwa’ person didn’t seem to be searching for you, evident by your recent roof escapades. 

“I know, it’s stupid. It’s insane, and maybe he doesn’t even remember me. Maybe I should be going to work instead of sitting in a beautiful outfit all by myself. But that wasn’t a regular makeout session and dip,” you bury yourself in Michael’s shoulder as the night replays over and over in your head, infinitely many times, “I’m telling you, if I don’t find him, I’ll never have anything like that again.”

Michael sighs before sitting up with a groan, “One more fucking night. That’s it. After tonight you pick up at work regularly again, you get your ass together, and you can cry with me and the gang after work every day, ‘cause life sucks and so does love. Just one more chance, and you move on. Deal?”

You sniff, the thought of giving up killing you, despite you knowing he was right.

“Deal.”

…

Seonghwa hasn’t been doing any better. As much as Hongjoong likes to work, this was too much. Seonghwa has been reading casefiles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. When he wasn’t slaving over files, he was frantically cleaning the apartment they shared. Hongjoong had seen Seonghwa at his worst, mere child’s play compared to… this.

“If you don’t eat you’ll literally keel over and fucking die. I’m not cleaning piss and blood out of the carpet because you refuse to replenish your calories Hwa.”

“Later, gotta finish this file. Then clean the office.”  Seonghwa’s eyes carried heavy bags under them as his leg bounced under the table. Even Hongjoong noticed the light in his eyes seemed to be diminished. As much as he cared for his friend, this behavior was frustrating him to no end. 

“How about, you get your ass up, eat, sleep, and do normal human being things, huh?”

“Disrespectful.”

“Pathetic, depressing, sleep-deprived, and overworked.” Despite the annoyance Seonghwa felt towards Hongjoong, he knows he is right. Seonghwa had thrown himself into busy work since that night two weeks back, and everyone in the office had noticed. He had waited till the bar workers had told him they were closing and would have waited even longer if he could. It tore him up inside, keeping him awake on the nights when he hadn’t worked himself to exhaustion. He had given into the hopelessness, after all, what were the chances of him meeting you again anyway?

“If I stop, I think about them Hongjoong. I’ve never hurt like this before, it’s debilitating. I’m terrified.”

“Of what?”

“That they were the love of my life. That I should have gotten there sooner or waited for them longer. I’m terrified of how emotional I am over a person I probably would have never met otherwise.”

“Then look for them, instead of killing yourself with work,” Hongjoong’s hand was soft on Seonghwa’s back, “Go back, just one more night. You’ve only tried once, who knows what could happen?”

“It’s useless, what are the chances? What if they don’t even feel the same? What if it was all a fling, and I am the idiot who fell in love with a stranger? I couldn’t take that.”

“You can’t take this either, you can’t keep living with what-ifs. They could be looking for you right now, you could be sitting here working your life away and losing them little by little. There’s no harm in trying.” Hongjoong had his hand wrapped around Seonghwa’s waist in a side hug as Seonghwa finally broke down and cried since the last time he came home from the club. 

“Just one more try,” Hongjoong cooed, leading Seonghwa to his room and telling him to get dressed up, helping to style him appropriately, “you’ve got a soulmate to find after all.”

…

The club pulls you in for the nth time in the past few weeks, yet nothing could work to fill the hole inside your stomach. Knotting your hands together, you think of what will probably come to pass tonight, just like all the others. Another night with no one but the city to keep you company, ascending the stairs with hope, and descending them with nothing but heartbreak. You were a fool, a fool to have come up those stairs, a fool to have fallen in love with a ghost. A percentage. You fell in love with chance, and now you were dealing with the consequences of you losing. Infinitely many people, in infinitely many places, and none of them containing you and him together. You sighed, tears manifesting again with no regard for your makeup, and you head up the stairs for the last time before you try to move on. The night air is a chill rush when you open the door, and you angle your head down to protect your eyes from the wind.

“Damn… what a roof,” The voice is familiar, strained, and shaky, but warm nonetheless. You jolt out of your stance, immediately looking up to see him. You are met with the face of the man you learned to love in one night. One glance and it feels as if your heart has learned to beat again. You breathe him in, and you are alive. His face is alight with joy and shock. He rushes to you first, holding you to him without hesitation, his heart roaring out loudly against your ear. Your lips meet and there you are again, cuddled up in the sheets of his being, relishing in the bliss of his galaxies. He is insatiable, and his lips find their way to yours over and over and over again, his heart exploding with love for only you. You are a book he wants to read from cover to cover, over and over again until the world ends. He is the tinder and you are the spark, both needing each other to create light. 

His lips trail past yours and slide down your jaw as you sigh out, before quietly whispering your name in his ear. It drips from his mouth, and every utter of it is a big bang, universes being created and recreated over and over again between you. What use were the stars when saying your name created life in him, what use were elements when your being contained the answer to the unknown? Your name became his mantra as he pulled you closer, lips burning a course from your neck to your jaw and back. Everything he could never explain lay in that name, it was a prayer, a show of gratitude, proof of his guilt and sorrow. 

“Seonghwa.” When he hears his name fall from your lips, broken and needy; he weeps. His head falls to your shoulder, arms refusing to let you go. The universe and the divine reunite when he kisses your lips again. 

“I want to drown in you for the rest of time.” he sighs as his lips ghost just under your ear.

“I wouldn’t let you drown, love.” His knees buckle at the term of endearment; nothing can prepare him for the things you say and do, but he had all the time in the world to figure out a way to respond.

“I love you, I love you,” it falls from his mouth with ease, and he repeats it with every caress of his lips against your skin. “Say that I’m yours.” he pleads with you, his hands grabbing at your waist in desperation, his thrumb roving over your outfit eager to feel the skin underneath. 

“Your mine, from now to the end of time.” 

This time when he kisses you, he whispers his name on your lips and claims them as his, making sure no one else can ever have them, and he relishes in the way you do the same. He bathes in the feeling of being the one who gets to say he loves you. Still, he asks one more question, wanting to make the impermanent permanent. 

“Be my only one?”

[sillygoofyqueer]

Here’s my review of chapt. 15 of losing hope!!! I’m sorry it’s so late! Slide has kinda been kicking my ass lately tho your stories do make it significantly better (probably gonna do a reread soon) ANYHOW, on with my thoughts

Wwx and LQR’s interactions are so painfully awkward but that’s kinda what makes it adorable. LQR being like “he’s clearly hurt and has been through some shit. I should help” meanwhile Wwx is like “he hates me and I shouldn’t do anything to piss him off” and then they get started bonding over music and get significantly more comfortable and FOUR YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WAS SCREAMING OF HAPPINESS!! Legitimately I was a little scared someone would ask what was going on because how do I explain that I’m making noises like I’m dying because of two fictional characters in my friend’s fic that are bonding?? Especially with the confusion on WWX’s part. Ugh it’s so bittersweet and I love reading every second of it.

Wwx talking to LQR about more serious things and reflecting on how things went when he was a kid. Also LQR pointing out that all WWX wanted was to be seen and then Wwx being like ‘how did you know that?? You’re not wrong but…’ . UGH, HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING THIS???

Wwx getting the approval of LQR was not on my bingo card but I will 100% take it and enjoy every second of it. I really enjoy fics where LQR realizes he kinda fucked up all those years ago and makes an effort to make it up to WWX and LWJ in his own way and your fic has done that spectacularly. Especially with talking abt baby LWJ because dear LORD, THAT SOUNDS ADORABLE.

The whole thing with Suibian had me and still has me in tears. I hope you know that.

The little interlude with the juniors going to what I assume is Puqi shrine is fucking hilarious. Especially with HC just standing there like :3 while Jin Ling is freaking out.

10/10 chapter and is probably in the running for my favorite so far. Thank you for writing and as always I wish I could give you more kudos. Also please remember to take breaks and take care of yourself!!

DON'T EVEN APOLOGISE!!! I can completely relate and I'm just glad to see you in my inbox - I mean, it would be hypocritical of me to be upset because this has been sat in my inbox for a little itty bit as well. ANYWHOSLES, I'm literally so giggly because I can make Lan Qiren feel remorse for what happened and NOBODY CAN STOP ME. It would make sense to me that they'd bond over music because Wei Wuxian had to use it to survive and loves it, and Lan Qiren should be a big fan of it because he's proud of the Lan Clan. Meaning he's proud of their musical cultivation, so of course he has an ear for music! Even if he wants to pretend it's all for cultivation, he loves it really. So they get to bond over it!! You know I have to slide in little bits of angst and you KNOW I love making him be called out over things he knows are true like '😧 what do you MEAN you can be remorseful and understand my point of view??!!?' He's not used to that stuff, it's scary. Lan Qiren, on the other hand, can be introspective over the years - he thinks about it idly because Wei Wuxian (to his knowledge) is dead, so there is naught that can be done no matter what he finds out. Until there is. I'm coming at it from the idea of a sympathetic Lan Qiren that didn't learn about Lan Wangji's crush through Lan Wangji actively defying him and squaring up against his own clan to defend a violent, abhorrent demonic cultivator that has just murdered people in grief-stricken fury. I dunno about you, but I do genuinely think it would help the situation because of previously mentioned points. Now he's just exasperated and determined to embarrass Lan Wangji as payback for walking in on them making out. Subian and Wei Wuxian's relationship will literally never not mean everything to me and them reuniting is also everything to me. They deserve it, goddamn it. I'm glad you liked the interlude, I myself was wondering what was going on with them and so decided to write about it - yes, of course Hua Cheng is being a little shit, like "resentful energy? Could not be me." Fun fact, Lan Sizhui playing Inquiry is actually why Hua Cheng wandered into the shrine (he was supposed to be shopping for more gifts for gege, and heard the call). How will Jin Ling deal with Jiujiu showing up? Will Jiang Cheng actually pop a blood vessel out of rage? How will Wei Wuxian deal with training with a sword for the first time in years upon years? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER SIXTEEN!!!! (I'm glad you enjoyed chapter fifteen, I was worried that it didn't feel right, if that makes sense.) I love you so much, and hope you feel better soon!!!!!

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i can't. remember if i sent in numbers for the writer's ask already. if i did, crying ignore this but: 11, 12, and 30?

11. a wip you'd like to finish someday

Oh god i started so many just w/in the past few days. Jace hireling au obviously. jaceporter first time. Actually, the true honest to god earnest answer is i always felt terrible abandoning my multichap danganronpa talentswap. It's so old i really don't think its indicative of my current skill level but it was so much fun and it means so much to be and its so long and i did have a whole ending planned out but im just not that good at writing detectivework. I do think there's some good shit in there still tho.

The other answer that's kinda cheating is i have a fantasy based Taming of the shrew retelling i've been like retooling for like a goddamn year. It's such a fucked play but i have so many mixed feelings abt it. My feelings on taming are very similar to del toro's on pinocchio in that it's very pro domestication of the human spirit that i think is kinda depressing. Like im very centrist abt whether the play is irredeemable or whether its not meant to be taken seriously, but the themes are interesting. In my mind, there's like. all this stuff abt performance and palability and. Individiuality vs community. Acceptance vs ostracization. This tension between vulnerability n connection vs. power and control and how those are competing needs w/in people. Like. Kate n Petrucchio are both outsiders and petruchio could choose vulnerability and connection w/ his wife and instead he chooses social approval in a patriarchal society which he gains through proving how good he is at subjugating his wife. The themes are INTERESTING it's just the fuckin CONCLUSION (aka its morally good and just to gaslight your wife actually) are fuckin DIRE. On the other hand. Kate and Petruchio have mad chemistry and is it so wrong to think they should fuck nasty?

12. a trope you're really into right now

... 4 jaces? I feel like i have a weird stance on the clonefucking joke poll that goes around every few months (in that its not the same as masturbation b/c the minute their consciousness is different from yours thats like. a full person but not a person i would be compelled to be with but maybe im to arospec for that) so its never particularly compelled me before, like i thought that shit in Loki was kinda cringe. but just bc i don't find the idea particularly compelling for myself doesn't mean Jace can't be a little obsessed w/ himself. Tbh the idea of being a xerox of a xerox of a xerox in general is very interesting for me tho.

There's also something I think i keep returning to abt like. Having to renegotiate or reclaim power and love in a relationship that should otherwise be fucked and heartbreaking. By all intents and purposes, there should be one break at the heart of this that ruins everything, a moment at the beginning that should have ruined everthing from jump. but if we're stuck together, I'm determined to reconcile w/ myself that there's love there. It's very Jaceporter. It's very Kate n petruchio. Very hades n persephone I have another very old school ship that actually has something very similar happen. If you can figure it out based on this text i sent my friend then you were probaly on tumblr when a certain webcomic was updating.

30. share a fic you're especially proud of

I feel like me giving so many answers to these is a total copout. The truthful answer is that I have like a 10k togakure (hiro n togami for those curious) pwp fic thats on my google drive somewhere that i've never posted bc ive been too embarrassed and the ship is NOT that popular so i think like .5 people would read it. But it's like my favorite thing i've ever written. I might post it eventually. If i pluck up the courage. I have sent it to like 2-3 people in my lifetime. I'd cite a scene i like, but I like all of it. And also most if it is smut.

The half-hearted answer is my talentswap bc i am fuckin proud of it im just embarrassed bc i abandoned it. I'm legit so sad. I'm such a Hiro n Mukuro should be proxy siblings truther and im glad their scene was the last thing i posted but now it will never come into fruition.

So i guess. My default answer is my Sky High AU for It chapter 2. It's called Welcome To the Loser Track and it's reddie and in it Richie is the kid who glows and Eddie is the kid who turns into a guinea pig. I actually really like the movie Sky High a lot, I think it's a really good kids movie and it's got a lot of fun setpieces and cool design components and even some of the camerawork is pretty neat and cute stuff in it that's rly underrated. Its like one of the main Things i feel like ppl who are my friends or have been w/ me a long time know about me, and the silly thing abt me is that i really do earnestly like Zack/Magenta as a ship, but mainly bc i just think Zack gives off baby butch dyke vibes (and. I hate to use the phrase. but it's kinda black cat x golden retriever vibes). I actually like it so much that Sky High reddie is probably my favorite version of reddie, and i do think the other Losers in that mode are also very fun (Bill is strong n can fly, Mike controls plants, Stan melts, Bev is pyrokinetic, and Ben is a technopath). The main thing abt it is that it's COMPLETE (i have so many abandoned wips), but i am geuinely proud of it. I don't think the writing is like always the most polished but i think there is a lot of interesting queer subtext in that movie (in that there is basically a coming out scene even if the conclusion of the story is that he was straight the whole time lol) that i kinda picked at and did a good job elaborating on. There's actually a lot of underutilized subtext in that movie that isn't rly interrogated that i think is fun. I just think there's very romantic abt two people with "useless" powers seeing the beauty in each other.

I feel like some old school mutuals from my IT days already know this, but this is probably my favorite scene from the fic:

[chronic-ghost]

Hello 👋🏻

Hi ! I hope I'm not bothering you. Just wanted to pop into your ask box and tell you that I really enjoy reading your fics! I've been a fan of pedro pascal for some time now and I really really love reading your take!! Esp on Javi in liar liar! It was really funny and you made me laugh so much! Thank you so much for writing and sharing !! I really hope you write more soon! I can't wait to read 🖤

I saw you shared an ask game?? I had some questions? if you don't mind answering that is because I know its been some time since you posted it? Feel free to ignore it if you want.

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Sorry if they're a lot you dont have to answer all of them! I just couldn't resist.

I love your work ! Hope you have a great day! 🖤

okay so i had to take a minute to read this and reread it and reread it again. You are absolutely NOT bothering me -- I read this after a particularly humbling day at work, and wow, I thought about it the rest of the day. Thank you SO MUCH for reading my work! I am so touched that you are a seasoned pp reader and you find my take unique! It's hard out here for a fic writer so messages like this truly make all the frustration and head-banging that comes with writing really worth it. 💗 you are so sweet and i hope there are good things for you to look forward to!

As for the ask game, I am more than happy to play! :) And if you'd like, you don't have to wait for those games to come around if you have a question about a fic or would like an update! My ask box is always open! Here's your questions:

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

Probably the mornings. I like the mornings the best in general and there's nothing better than starting the day with a good writing flow!

16. Do you write by hand, on your phone, or on your laptop?

oh man, laptop every single time. I write notes or ideas to myself on my phone when I'm in bed and the brain waves are pulsing, but I could never write long form on anything but my computer. I know writers who write everything down first AND THEN type them -- to me that is like god tier writing process. I am a weak, weak woman.

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

When I make people laugh. Call it my "fawning" instincts, but I always try and make people laugh in different social situations -- to varying degrees of success. So when people laugh at my dumb jokes in fic, I'm really pleased with myself!

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

😬 oof y'all are gonna be able to spot my kinks after this. But honestly, it depends on which fandom/situation I'm writing for. I wrote a Midnight Mass fic that was very, very personal to my experiences growing up in Texas around Catholics. On the other hand, I don't have the guts to be, uh, so public as the reader in 'blood makes noise'. I think most of my reader characters are a mix of myself and who I want to be.

39. What’s your most self-indulgent wip?

(oh, honey, they all are) i think it's a tie between (working title) Living Dead Girl, where reader becomes Max's blood donor and (working title) Riders of the Purple Sapir, where Din and reader go on a quest for vengeance against the men who killed her father. The cowboy goth in me is REAL excited about both of those.

41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

Max is quickly becoming the little bug in my ear about most things. He has such a distinctive personality from other Pedro boys, I love it so much. All his little faces kill me.

But I've said this to a friend -- i think half the fun writing for the pedro boys is coming up with a reader character that perfectly meshes with them. What personality traits would drive them up the goddamn walls? What do they need to feel fulfilled in a partner? So if "reader" can count as a character, I really liked the reader in Go Ahead, I Dare Ya and Recovery Road. Just as insane as their counterparts.

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

YES YES YES i get to GUSH about the fics that have me gnawing at my cage bars:

Psychomanteum by @whatsnewalycat is literally everything I want in a fic. perfect extensions of the characters from the source media. new problems for them that make you see more facets of their personalities. so.must.fantastic.smut it makes me want to scream. the angst and the grief and the literal haunting of a dead spouse - or a spouse that you lost but maybe didn't ever actually have adsfaksldjf GHOSTS I LOVE GHOSTS. i cannot recommend this fic enough. i am on my hands and knees begging people to read it.

This one isn't pedro specific, but @astroboots's Every Me Every You is like my kryptonite. Every new chapter hits me in a place that I didn't know could hurt while being such a fun throw back to the good ol' days of the MCU. i feel like it's written specifically for those of us who were on tumblr during the 2012 avengers take over. Good times.

For just the sweetest, gentlest Dieter Bravo, please consider @stardustandskycrystals 's Curls. I stumbled across it one night before bed and I was up until like 2AM to finish it. It's adorable and I just need them all to be okay forever and happy and little Charlie is basically my child at this point. Oof!

*takes you by the shoulders* if you even remotely like Prospect or the sci fi genre, I am BEGGING YOU to read Compulsion by @iamskyereads. Like. Like. I cannot formulate words to express how fantastic this piece of fiction is. I want to leave detailed, thoughtful comments but my mind just goes blank after reading it. Her work is truly a staggering piece of world-building and character development. I cannot believe this art is just free for me to consume. i am . . . undone by how good it is. (you should also read her Lie To Me series, insanely good too)

I KNOW i'm missing some so if I forgot yours I am SO SORRY FOR BEING AN IDIOT.

This response ended up being way longer than intended but I hope this show how much messages like these matter to me. Thank you again for reading and I hope my future fics don't disappoint you!

[mechwarrior-rose]

🟢🔵🔴🟡⚪💛🔮🏆 for the ask game

From Star Colonel Melissa Hazen, @is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not

Hell, that's a big ol' passel of questions there. Better crack my knuckles and jump in.

🟢 - I started out as a Ghost Bear trueborn MechWarrior. Lucky enough to get decanted in time to join Operation REVIVAL. Had a few adventures, a few mishaps, and then my star ran into the Second Genyosha right after they'd pulled garrison duty for their part in Operation BULLDOG. They took me and a starmate as isorla, so for a while I worked for them. Took off on my own after that. If I have any factional allegiance at all right now, it's to my own damn self and whoever's fool enough to hire me.

🔵 - I may not be a proper Ghost Bear anymore, but I'm still proud of 'em. They cut a lot of the bullshit that the home Clans got hung up on. Realized that the world had moved on, and they'd best move on with it or get left behind. Same with the Sea Foxes. I still get hung up on the name change. Used to have a buddy in the Sharks back in the day. And I guess the Lyrans ain't all that bad, or at least as much as I saw of 'em on Solaris.

🔴 - On the other hand, I maybe saw too much of those arrogant Davion loyalists on Solaris, especially during the big riots. I don't cotton much to them. FedSuns as a whole is fine, I guess, but somehow I ain't never run into someone from the Suns who ain't a bootlicker. Not a big fan of Wolf's Dragoons, either. And maybe that's a bit hypocritical of me, bein' a former Clanner turned mercenary myself. Old hurts are hard to shake, I guess. I've tried to tamp down my grudge against the Hell's Horses, but come on, they kinda suck, don't they? They ain't as bad as the Smoke Jags. Now them I learned to hate from personal experience, at least as a political entity. Whole clan's gone now, and good riddance.

🟡 - My most recent permanent domicile was the Titans stable back on Solaris. Bounced around a few co-ops before they picked me up. Since I left a few years ago, I've mostly hitched rides. Traded service for berth space with small merc companies going the same way I am. Crawling my way to the Periphery. I reckon I'll keep doing the same until I find what I'm lookin' for.

⚪ & 💛 - Very first vehicle I properly piloted was a Shadow Cat Prime. Tested in the same model, but not the same unit. I claimed an Ebon Jaguar Prime during a tour against the Smoke Jags after my Trial of Position, and I've been piloting her ever since. Had to fight like hell to make sure the Genyosha gave her back to me after I got my bondcord cut. Been using Inferno rounds for the SRM-2, but I figure I'll be back to standard ammo once the bin runs out.

🔮 - I looked down on it for a long time, just like most of us did. After Tukayyid, I ran garrison duty on Thessalonika for a few years. Had a great time, and I made a lot of good friends, but I was too damn busy bein' angry about the Trial cutting us off for the next decade and a half to pay attention to how good I had it. Gettin' captured by the Genyosha was probably the best thing that could have happened to me. Finally opened my eyes to how absolutely fuckin' weird Clan warrior life is. People in the Sphere just live day to day, tryin' to make it best they can. I've been doin' the same now for a decade or so, and it don't seem so bad, all things considered.

🏆 - Hell naw, I ain't got no Bloodname.

... I wanted a shot at mine. Bloodhouse Hall. Figured I'd have it after my tour against the Jags. Fuck's sake, I got a line in the goddamned Remembrance, you'd think I'd have been a shoo-in. But the war happened, and then there I was, stuck on Thessalonika, twiddlin' my thumbs. Challenged my CO to about half a dozen Trials of varyin' degrees in hopes of gettin' my chance to go home and try for a name. She ended up puttin' me down hard in the end, which did nothing to alleviate my misery. And now the thought just seems kinda foolish. Somewhere on Alshain, assumin' they bothered to bring it with them, there's a sample of my genes waitin' for me to go back and do some damn Trial or ritual or somethin' to come back into the fold and earn my place in eternity. That's all right. It can keep on waitin'.

I don't think I've talked that much at a stretch in a long time. I think I might need a lie-down after that grillin'.

[stabbystiletto]

You know what the Akkala region can just go fuck itself, there is nothing good there 😱😱😱

(spoilers for Tears of the Kingdom under the cut, don't look if you don't wanna know lol)

I just try to reach this one goddamned shrine okay, and I knew about the Gleeok there okay and so I took Great Pains to avoid that motherfucker and he still sees me and comes just flying over and I'm like oh shit but I manage to paraglide away and after taking Great Pains to climb up this frickin steep-ass cliffside (pains that involved finding a level ledge to pull out a rocket to attach to my shield to zoom up, only to realize it doesn't go high enough and fall back to the ledge to create this time two rocket shields to zoom up one after the other--why not just climb it?? not enough stamina-> I didn't realize I had more elixirs-> main reason IT RAINING AND IT ABOUT TO START THUNDERSTORMING 😬😬😬) I get up there, I follow the path around and I'm heading up to the shrine.

Nice.

Except.

These five motherfucking gloomy handy creepy ass fuckin thingies all suddenly leap out at me and grab me and it is straight up thunderstormimg at this point so all my weapon/shield/bow shit is stowed cause like an unprepared lil shit that I am I had no non-metal weapons 🙃🙃🙃

So I am strugglin to beat them with this one weak ass fire rod thingy and they keep sapping my heart containers and I'm using that sundelion elixir shit but I'm rapidly running out cause these grimy ass bastards are relentless but through perseverance and bravely using myself as a lightning rod multiple times (I only had 6 heart containers but I did have 11 fairies bless their shiny lil hearts lololol 💕☺️💕) I finally FINALLY beat them and then do you know what happen?????

DID YOU ALL KNOW THAT PHANTOM GANON SPAWNS FROM THOSE DEFEATED GLOOMY HANDY SHITS BECAUSE I DID NOT 🙃🙃🙃🫠🫠🫠

Anyways I feel like it goes without saying, I was caught off guard, unprepared, he kicked my ass and it was Game Over 🫨🫨🫨😭😭😭

I came back prepared though, defense up meals, sundelion elixirs, the works, and I was prepared to dodge his moves lol 😆😆😆

But can you just appreciate the drama-> fighting Phantom Ganon in a thunderstorm with a Blood Moon rising in the background holy shit I was dying lolololol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And also screaming expletives 🤬🤬🤬 I think I was a lil underleveled for this area lolololol the Gleeok should've been a big clue

Anyways I finally beat him and I was so proud for like 2 seconds.

Until the Blood Moon finished rising juuuuust as I collected the drops.

And the goddamn hand thingies came back and chased me all around until I finally got to this goddamned motherfucking piece of shit shrine lolololol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😬😬😬😬😬