#My Writing (PM)

[sualne]

your body isn't your own

[edsbacktattoo]

one of my favourite things about season 2 is 'you wear fine things well' 2.0. like that phrase means so much to us, the super sexy audience, so knowing that it means a lot to Ed AND Stede as well?? oh my god. it means enough to the both of them that when Ed says it, Stede immediately knows what he's getting at. like sure he's saying 'you wear fine things well' with his big baby cow eyes and his little kitty cat collar but what he means is, 'this was the moment i fell in love with you. and now i'm saying it back.' and they put that in the tv show that we, the super sexy audience, watched. fucking cinema.

[triangular-static]

look i understand if people just don't like the idea of billford, i think we have a different internal concept of what shipping means (they're not good for each other at all but i need to dissect their dynamic like a bug. you understand. it's fun) but it's fine to avoid things you don't like, good for you genuinely

however people saying they like. don't see it. like. i'm not saying there's no platonic way to read it, i'm aroace spec myself i'm all for reading things in different ways. but i do think saying they weren't partners in any queer sense at all is trying too hard to go against what the narrative is trying to say, or missing it. somehow

anyway media literacy time if a character makes a joke like this

and the previous context of that joke within the show is that it's about an ex wife. what connection do you think the text is trying to get you to make.

and that's just from a writing point of view. not even noting that from an in universe perspective ford likely knows the joke from the same source as stan. and is therefore. placing himself in that role of the joke are you seeing where i'm coming from

(not to mention bill's side of this text which is. extremely manipulative but also does not read very platonic. again, it can technically be read as platonic! bill literally can manipulate ford's feelings. but the specific wording used is very much meant to look like possessive ex partner wording whether the character means it that way or not. it's coding. look again i'm not saying it was good for them i'm just saying there was something there.)

and then there's also the divorce/break up/rock bottom input on the website. like. how else is that supposed to be read. and the corresponding page in the book itself.

the language being used here. like yes he's saying it in a joking way but then there's the other side that isn't joking which is him crying at the bar. it's the both sides (the very coded language on top of the very genuine emotions and dynamic beneath)

i know most of us are on the same page with this i've just seen a couple people saying they don't see it when this is some of the most clear cut coding i've ever seen. and these are just the things that explicitly reference a relationship off the top of my head i'm not even including the general vibes of Everything

tl;dr it's barely even subtext anymore it's all but straight up text. what's not clicking have we forgotten what coding is (lighthearted i just enjoy the phrase what's not clicking. what's not clicking)

[wroteclassicaly]

No one really prepared you for it. They’d told you, sure, but you were always scared, always afraid you’d do something wrong to hurt him, that it would be painful for you, that he wouldn’t be attracted to you after it was over, that things would smell that shouldn’t. Should you do this, should you do that? A plethora of reasons came with why you had remained a virgin until you were in your 20’s.

And then you had sex with Eddie Munson…

He admires your stamina, your newly accumulated energy. How you went from this shy girl with tears in her eyes the first time he pressed into your cunt and nearly blew his load then and there, to the girl that insisted on having her mouth, hand, or pussy around his cock a majority of the time. You weren’t scared any longer, but hungry, fucking starved for it after you had a taste. Sex is amazing, and Eddie Munson is your dedicated god to worship.

That smart ass mouth, those talented fingers. If you weren’t touching yourself thinking about them, you were begging him, teasing him for them. It didn’t matter where you were, either. Eddie had through his magazines and interest within their centerfold contents made him the freak, but you were into anything. Even camping with your friends didn’t stop you.

As soon as the tent was up, the rain shrouded everyone’s activities for the better part of the evening, you were shoving Eddie into the wind-whipped material and closing it with a hasty ease, not even bothering with its unclosed flaps. You had shoved his shirt up, pulled on his chain, helped him assist in getting his pants below his ass, and your panties were pulled to the side as you rode him with focussed vigor.

“Love this, Eds. You always feel so good.”

You babble when you’re gone. Eddie is arching, trying not to be your little puppet, but with your warm and wet pussy bouncing on him, your cream pouring out around your opening and soaking his bush — he whines. “Jesus Christ, baby. You’re such a little sex fiend now.”

“Oh?” You roll your hips into a more agonizingly slow set of movements. It’s enough for Eddie to hear the summer storm, the culprit of this ruined camp day (fuck, this is a better end result), and the smell of the fragrant scent of those white flowers on the tall trees and their overhanging branches, seeping into the tent’s expanse.

You lean down and he eagerly accepts a kiss from your swollen mouth, cupping your cheek to take another. Your nose nudges his own as you finish your sentence. “Since I’m such a fiend, guess who isn’t getting to cum?”

You really fucking love sex now. Especially with Eddie Munson.

[rielzero]

Is bird!! Just arrived.

.. I forgot what pm Seymour s tumblr account is.

Anyway BIRD!!

[unicornpopcorn14]

Dazai and his (dis)association with Guns

It's interesting to me how Dazai conically wields no firearms on him, neither in the PM nor in the ADA.

I mean, taking how dangerous both jobs are into consideration, and how he isn't as physically capable as the strongest ability users out there, you'd think he'd at least ensure a safety measure with him at all times.

But every gun he wields in the series is someone else's.

Every. single. one.

Even the handgun he wields in the Azure messanger arc, despite belonging to the agency, he doesn't constantly use:

While in Stormbringer, Dazai uses a tazer gun before meeting Adam and relying on him:

I've had many speculations regarding this pattern (feel free to add onto them), one of them being that Dazai thinks he doesn't even need guns, since strategies are his weapons, his hands alone are his weapons. In a world of crazy abilities, and users completely relying on said abilitis, being a nullifier might be considered the biggest threat, and a pretty sturdy weapon to rely on.

After some thinking, however, I found that while this might be part of the reason, it isn't enough to just disregard firearms as weapons entirely. Dazai's plans/predictions aren't foolproof, and as he'd explained, they are full of uncertanties, contrary to Fyodor's plans.

And Dazai's ability can't be relied on all the time. Having to touch the enemies/maintain proximity in order to activate it is definitely a hindrance. Besides, some enemies can be physically competent without their abilities, some might not even have abilities, but are formidable. Firearms in these situations would be extremely useful, given their range, and a good precaution.

Aside from combat, tw: suicide Let's not forget that a shooting oneself is subjectively the most painless way to die. So if anything, Dazai should be eager to have one on him and even attempt with it. But he doesn't, he never even seems interested in using guns at all in his suicide methods, hence he would have succeeded long ago...

So if it isn't out of unnecessity, then what might be the reason? I mean, having to count on your enemies to have guns in order to use one is rather inconveniet, right? Why can't he just carry the agency's gun or, before that, any of the countless PM's firearms? Well...

Here is what I think: Killing with guns is triggering for Dazai

Let's rewind a little...

15!Dazai is the earliest we see him using a firearm, and one of the few times he does shoot with said firearm, resulting in this fiasco:

He's clearly having a mental breakdown, spiraling, can't stop, and most importantly: can't think straight. This is Dazai's lowest moment in the whole series.

Thing worth mentioning: in the manga/lightnovel, Dazai does stop after shooting the man one time (basically killing him) and pauses, before he continues again and again and agian...

So I believe the triggering factor is either the death/corpse itself, or how the recoil felt.

We can't exactly determine what it might be, since remember, this is before Dazai even joins the Mafia. He's known Mori for mere weeks at this point. Whatever Dazai's going through in this moment has to related to his past prior to the mafia that we have yet to (or might never) see.

You'd get why Dazai, a person whose greatest ability is his mind above all else, would never wish to go through a moment where he can't keep his thoughts in check. Where he'd lose control.

And you know what's crazy? Dazai seems to avoid that outcome since then, as This is the only moment we see him actively kill someone with a gun in the series.

18!Dazai, through his (abusive) teaching moment with Akutagawa, shoots three times in hopes the other finally uses his ability defensively. There is a cause, and a motif, that a gun has to be involved in. And he knows Akutagawa is going to succeed in repelling them, he knows that won't kill him. Which is why wielding a gun is safe along with shooting it.

While in the ADA, in the instances Dazai wields a gun, he doesn't even shoot:

And that checks. Each one of these example were mere empty threats, but now I see that, as much as it's a threat to whoever he's pointing the barrel at, he's also under the mercy of it. Which means that every time he's used a gun since fifteen was a means to scare and not kill, if only to avoid the worst outcome which is losing control.

Dazai's sanity is on the line whenever the trigger is at the tip of his finger...

So why would he carry guns when he never even plans to shoot? When properly putting them to use threatens to send him into a breakdown, to overthrow his entire line of thinking?

One moment out of control might cost him his plans, his objectives, his subordinates, the lives he wishes to protect. And unless there is a motif for the gun (other than of course, killing) using it is a threat looming over him.

[citroncynique]

bad dreams in the night

[varpusvaras]

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

Fox turned around on his chair.

Leia was peeking out from underneath her blanket, staring at Fox intently. She really had big eyes, Fox could see them watching him even in the dimness of his office.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" He asked her.

"You're not asleep", Leia said, still staring at him.

Fox was hit with the strangest feeling at that moment. There was a memory, somewhere, trying to come out, one that made the scene he was in appear so terribly familiar.

It was almost like Fox wasn't Fox, but Seventeen, and he was looking at Fox, wide awake in his tube, ready and able to talk in circles for the rest of the night.

Fox had expected the realisation of her being his child to come from something else, something more grandeur, but...perhaps this was just right. Fox wasn't a grand person himself, was he now?

Leia was staring at him, like waiting for Fox to answer.

"I...am not." Fox cleared his throat a bit. "I have work to do."

"Can you do it while sleeping?" Leia asked. Her voice was chirpy and her tone hopeful, and for a split second, Fox almost took her words as a reasonable option.

"No", he said instead.

Leia pouted.

"Can I come sleep over there?" She asked.

Fox raised his brow.

"Sleep over here how?" He asked. Leia jumped up immediately from the couch, and dragged the blanket with her all the way to Fox's desk. She climbed on his lap, with blanket and all, so quickly that Fox was sure that she had practised doing so before.

Well. Most likely, she had. For her whole life.

Leia spread and smoothed the blanket until it was laying all over Fox's thighs and down to his knees, and she was burrowed inside there, curled up in a tiny ball. She was warm through the fabric of Fox's blacks, and Fox was suddenly very glad about taking his cuisses off.

It was all very natural for her, the way she curled in there, content and comfortable, like it was her favorite place to be, and Fox couldn't help but imagine himself and a much smaller Leia, laying on his lap, safe and happy to be with him and still wanting to do it, even though she was bigger now, and it was all making Fox feel so many things all at once.

He was almost jealous of his other self. His other self, in the future, who currently didn't have his daughter curled on his lap, because she was here now instead.

Slowly and carefully, Fox put his hand on Leia's back. She let out a little satisfied giggle and then closed her eyes.

Fox didn't go back to writing immediately. He sat there, slowly twirling the stylus around in his fingers, his other hand on Leia's back, and he listened to her breathe.

She was small and warm, and she wanted to be with him.

Fox thought that she must've been very loved.

He put his stulys back on his datapad, and started to write again.

He would have to make sure nothing bad would happen to her.

Fox wasn't sure if he could look himself in the eyes if he didn't.

[overthinkinglotr]

No you see it's like! Bilbo says "there's always been a Baggins living here under the hill in Bag End, and there always will be." Then he says "Frodo would probably come with me if I asked him, but I think in his heart he's still in love with the Shire-- the woods, the fields, the little rivers." Bilbo knows that he doesn't belong in the Shire anymore but he's so confident that Frodo does-- that he can protect Frodo from the outside world, so that Frodo will have the quiet life of contentment in the Shire that Bilbo can't. Bilbo's quest has made him restless and unable to enjoy life in the Shire; he's attempting to prevent Frodo from also feeling like the Shire is no longer is home. And that's why the scene in Rivendell, when Bilbo gives Frodo his old sword and armor, is so devastating.... Bilbo starts out trying to be kind, cheerful, and encouraging, as if trying to convince Frodo that everything will be fine and that he himself is proof that you can come back from a journey like this. But after the Ring drives him to nearly attack Frodo, he breaks down and tearfully apologizes. ("I'm sorry that you must bear this burden, and I'm sorry for everything.") Because Bilbo's goal was to prevent this from happening to Frodo, but he failed utterly. Frodo doesn't know that he'll never be able to leave peacefully in the Shire again, Frodo doesn't know that he'll never truly be able to 'return home'-- but Bilbo does.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

what if he fell first... but she fell harder... but by the time she fell, he can't imagine life without her... and he'd rather have her as a friend than risk losing her entirely... and she never felt the same way and he doesn't want to scare her away... so he holds back on pursuing his feelings... meanwhile she finally likes him like he likes her... but he's trying to keep things platonic because clearly that's what she wants... so she's trying to keep things platonic because it seems like that's what he wants now... and he's mourning a love that he thinks can never exist... and she's mourning a love she thinks she's too late to create... and both of them are hopelessly stuck in this imaginary friend zone and have to pretend their every move around each other isn't a thinly veiled love confession... all the while feeling guilty for clandestinely pining for someone they think only wants to be their friend... and they waste so much time that could be spent honestly loving each other because they're bending over backwards to make sure the other person is comfortable and act like they're comfortable with it... when they really want the same thing... but they both sacrifice that desire... because they'd rather have each other and make each other happy than risk losing each other... WHAT THEN

[treason-and-plot]

Flashback to Mia and Nanette's first trip to Paris.

[toomanybrainrots]

Another request that decided to poof in my face. I really wanted to do this one cause I am a SUCKER for height difference. One of my favorite things. Plesse, if any of you have a request that involves height difference, sned it in and I am perfectly happy and willing to do it if it is in my abilities

A/N after writing this: So, uh, somehow Cygate crept in. So, yeah, Cygate’s here too

Warnings: Male Reader, reader is referred to with male adjacent things, called ‘mech’ and/or male pronouns

Swerve with a Male Cybertronian S/O that’s much more taller than him

Swerve loves his tall husband

Swerve honestly had no idea how you got together in the first place

He was…well, he was himself. And you were a tall, handsome, beautiful bot

And somehow he managed to pull you.

Anytime you and Swerve wanna talk, you either need to be sitting down, crouching, pick him up in your arms, or he has to crane his neck down

You both decided that you picking him up was the best option

You liked hearing him talk as you carried him around in your arms. Honeslty, it was both a wholesome and funny sight to outsiders

You had a fond smile on your face as you listened to Swerve talking, gesturing animatedly as you carried him thrugh the hallways.

You always loved hearing your dear conjunx talk while he was in your arms. It was your favorite thing to do in any cycle.

You let out a chuckle when Swerve cracked a joke, enjoying the lovely goofy grin he had.

He and Tailgate now have much more to talk about now after you got together

And that much more are their lovely conjunxes, you and Cyclonus

They both gush to each other all the time, even if you and Cyclonus are right there. Neither of you are complaining or saying anything though

They both love their tall husbands very much

[writerfae]

“I had arranged myself with the situation,” Ranva explained. “I wasn’t happy, but I knew my mother and sister were well taken care of. And that was enough for me. I thought so, at least.

Until… until suddenly there came someone into my life that I loved even more, someone that made me change my mind.”

“Milan,” Henry said.

His mother shook her head, smiling. She reached out to touch his cheek. “You, my little crow.”

Henry looked up to her, surprised by that answer. She looked back at him with eyes soft with affection, gently caressing the side of his face before lowering her hand.

“I was able to accept this life for myself, but I couldn’t stand the thought of my baby having to live it, too. I knew I had to do everything in my might to get out of there. For you.”

She took his hands in hers, holding them close to her heart.

“I loved you from the very first moment I knew you existed, Henry. And I wanted nothing more than to protect you. That was why I left my old life behind. And I didn’t regret it for even a single day.”

[istadris]

[Previous]

Bowser pushed aside a couple of branches to spy through the bush he was hiding in.

On the other side of the bush, sitting in plain sight, was a quaint little house with a red roof, a green door and a blue letterbox. A cozy, unassuming house, barely bigger than any other home of any other Toad of the kingdom. All that was lacking from the scene was a rocking-chair with a knitting Toad granny on the porch.

"You're kidding me, right? This is Mario's house??"

Without a word, Kamek pointed with his wand at the big "MARIO" sign above the door. And they dared to call Bowser "tacky" or "self-absorbed to the point of ridiculousness". Pah!

"He's the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom. Their saviour. The champion of their princess. He could live in a castle! He could live in Peach's castle!! Don't they even pay him for saving the world??"

"I'm not sure, Sire, I think he's doing his hero work for...free?"

"What's the point of being famous for saving people if you can't make money out of it??"

Kamek probably answered that question, but Bowser didn't actually care for the answer. In fact, it would probably only piss him off more : of course that pretentious plumber would make himself look good and virtuous by living in that...that shabby tool shed! As if he couldn't afford better! As if his nemesis wasn't the greatest king who ever lived!

More and more annoyed, he decided to focus instead on his reason to come here, and after looking around, he found ...or rather, him, as he walked past the house towards a hedge.

His first thought was: I didn't know Mario wears green sometimes.

His second thought was : Wait, am I going colorblind?

His third thought was : And since when is Mario so skinny?

And then he realized that instead of a green, lean Mario, it was instead a different guy who started to trim the hedge while whistling a little tune.

"So? What did I tell you, Your Incredulousness?"

He did look very similar to Mario, Bowser had to admit it. Taller and skinnier...

"Ow ow ow!"

...And clumsier...

"Aw, come back here, shears! I don't wanna lose another pair, I'm running outta neighbours to borrow them from!"

...And chattier...

"Hey, what's that-AWAWAWAWAWA!!!!"

...and whatever-ier the term was for poking through a hedge with a stick and disturbing a wasp nest.

"AAAAAHHHH NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!"

Treated to the sight of his potential saviour running all around the garden in a panic to escape a wasp swarm, Bowser was left speechless. Only for a moment, though, as he suddenly turned toward Kamek, eyes burning with anger :

"You sleazy little liar!! You think I'm an idiot??"

"Sire!! How could you?! What even do you mean!?"

"You really expect me to believe that this-" he pointed to what was now a blur of green and blue running in circles "-this moron is Mario's brother??"

"But it's true!! Our spies are certain of this!"

"Then they're slackers and deserve to be fired!"

"He lives in Mario's home! He looks almost the same!"

"He could be some crazy fanboy! How could he be related to my most dangerous enemy?!"

As if on cue, their target dashed and jumped inside the warp pipe near the house, disappearing for a moment. Then coming back up, checking for the wasps...who were still waiting around, forcing him to duck back inside the warp pipe. The little scene went on for a couple more times until the wasps seemed to get wiser and managed to force the human out of his safe place, forcing him to run in circles once again, swatting aimlessly through the air to keep the wasps away.

Bowser aggressively waved his hand in the direction of the spectacle, as if to say "see??"

"...Well, that might explain why Mario never takes this brother of his along his adventures."

Bowser facepalmed.

"That's it." He said abruptly as he let got of the branches, hiding once again the little house. "This whole idea's a bust. Let's go home."

"Well, Your Stubbornness, if you know of another human you might be able to convince to help you, be my guest!"

It made Bowser halt. He could not afford to remain in his current state, but going to his only other options was simply not conceivable.

"HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!"

"Look at it this way," Kamek said cheerfully, "at least you have an easy in with this oaf: if you rescue him first, he might be willing to help you!"

Bowser grunted. He could already feel the headache coming.

[evilkaeya]

I caved in and wrote an odaran fic <3 Yes they're silly yes they fall in love no they don't get their happy ending I'm sorry

[unicornpopcorn14]

Hc that Fem!skk have synchronized periods.

The interesting thing about this is while most people would think that would be a disaster, it's sort of a blessing.

Fem!Dazai would hide her period cramps and deny experiencing any effects, though at any chance of affection would go right for it because it sucks and hurts and any fraction of comfort is better than none.

Fem!Chuuya loves being held sm she just embraces anything and everything while crying sometimes from how cute the thing she's hugging is (especially if it's a plushie or a puppy). That's a monthly staple.

So combined, they become the most cuddly-infused monsters with Chuuya being all over Dazai and Dazai allowing it for how nice it feels.

And it's so funny because in their PMS stages they'd be at each other's fucking throats and so close to snapping each other's necks.

While the next day they're hugging and cuddling and being miserable together.

Fem!Mori just gives them that whole dreaded week off.

(And after that week passes they both deny ever being this affectionate. Every single month.)