#OOC//absolute morons i tell you

[orbital-strike-flute]

"You's a real one!!" fist bump !

"HP. HP my buddy pal chum, how much do I have to pay you in order for you to NOT question a suspiciously body-shaped bag while I stop by to get my drinks? :3 thanks buddy!!"

@orbital-strike-flute

"...Kazoo. Kazoo. Buddy. Pal. You know I don't condone murder. giveme100buxandmylipsarezippedforever-"

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hello what if in sagau the reader thinking about the idea to make big shelter for tramuatised creatos of alternative tevyat this time reader one night drinking with other archons (of course zero alcohol for nahida only some strawberry jucie or something) and in drunked state reader comes to idea of creating shelter for creators of alternative trvyats the archons thinks that just reader begin drunk.....but no reader is serous and day after the archosn must help reader establish the shelter for goodly victims of the cults and like that zhongli venti ei nahida and foclaors relaized how some of thier alternative version are insane(yandere cult au) or morons( most impostors au)

Oohhh, interesting, interesting...I'll see what I can come up with!

So...You may have had a little too much to drink when you decided to hang out with the archons, and you spilled your idea of wanting to create a shelter for alternate teyvat universes where the Creator gets treated like absolute crap.

At first, the archons present (there's only 5) were shocked—who would dare try and hurt their own creator in their own universe? Then, right after you pass out from alcohol consumption, the archons convince themselves that it was just the drunk-ness speaking and not actually your idea.

Boy, were they wrong when you showed them your latest creation.

Venti, Zhongli, Raiden Ei, Nahida, and Furina Reacting to Reader's Shelter for Other Creators.

(Warning! Might Be OOC & Using the General Sagau!Imposter!AU Stuff For This!)

Venti

Man really thought you were joking. When you weren't, safe to say he wished he wasn't trying to get himself wasted during that time.

He was very cautious not to trouble the residents of the Shelter you created since yk PSTD and all that, even if it is annoying that you spend all your time there and he wants to barge in and drag you out to go and have a drink or two.

He isn't sure how he feels exactly, knowing what the other versions of you went through...so safe to say that he tries his best to keep his distance. He personally finds it awkward, and he tries to excuse himself from the situation whenever you try to invite him to greet the other versions of Creator.

"Ehe, I'm honored, Your Grace, really! Unfortunately, Sir Captain Kaeya promised me a drink today at Angel's Share in trade for my latest song. I can't miss out on that, you know?~" You can barely tell nothing's wrong with how well Venti hides his emotions and tactics on a day-to-day basis.

He may eventually get along with the residents of your Shelter area, but as it stands right now...he's keeping his distance for them to cope.

Zhongli

Same as Venti, he really was not expecting this. Sure, he had only a cup of alcohol unlike a certain drunkard bard he knows, and he had contemplated whether or not you were going to do it...but seeing things and speculating things were two different concepts.

He is polite to the residents that have the courage to come close to him, smiling and politely keeping a good distance while also making sure he is not seen as a threat.

He tries his best not to do anything suspicious—he always makes tea in front of their eyes, the tea leaves freshly picked, dried, and then boiled in hot water. The last thing he wants is for any versions of his creator to pose him as a threat in your world. You especially help reassure others at the Shelter that Zhongli's tea isn't poisoned either, so that's good.

"Fear not—Your Grace has been with me these past few weeks, inspecting my tea before I bring it before you." Zhongli sips his own cup, and you follow suit, grinning because you know for a fact it ain't poisoned one bit. "Please rest easy, knowing you will not be harmed here."

Overall, he becomes this sweet grandpa who tells stories while also respecting other people's boundaries. If ever there is a threat, he's already shielding everyone with his ever-famous geo shield, but that's the furthest he does as you insist you take care of the threats yourself. After all...most versions of the Creator have major PTSD from seeing Zhongli wield his polearm.

Raiden Ei

She feels incredibly guilty, knowing that other versions of her raised their blades against their version of the Almighty Creator than to protect.

She practically froze when you drunkenly mentioned about the other versions of you, and it got Ei thinking how bad it was. Though she was reassured by the other archons present, she now wishes she had followed her gut. She was not prepared to meet the Other Versions of the Creator.

Very similar to Venti, she tries to distance herself. Unlike Venti, however, Ei directly declines your invitations to meet any of the residents at the Creator Shelter, thinking her presence would only do more harm than good. In a sense, she goes back in this similar trance during the Inazuma Archon Quest. While she's present in Inazuma, she doesn't step a foot near the Creators' Shelter.

"I apologize, Your Grace....It is best I tend my duties here instead of meeting the Residents of your protective Shelter. If, however, they ever wish to visit Inazuma, I will ensure they meet no harm whatsoever—and do my duty that which the other versions of me failed to succeed in—to protect them with my blade." Every single time you try to invite Ei, she makes this very long speech similar to this. Ei feels awkward, to say the least. After all, she doesn't know how to deal with emotions...

Though it may be irritating that you can't get her to see them, you respect Ei's wish and openly invite others to Inazuma. Safe to say that Ei keeps her word and does indeed protect the other versions of the Creator with her Misou No Hitotachi.

Nahida

Nahida, Nahida...With the General Imposter!Sagau AU idea, Nahida is the only one of (when there was only 4) the archons available that would not attack you, but would rather help you instead. However, due to unpopular Sagau AU ideas, Nahida is also a part of the team that wants the Creator dead. So, in a sense, Nahida is a 50/50 amongst the residents, but it's safe to say that she's by far the archon most versions of the Creator would approach freely.

When she first heard you talk about the Creators' Shelter and their lives (albeit drunk), she found it both scary yet curious. However, since there was no proof of whether this was true or not, Nahida had turned a blind eye on the possibility for the time being, as it could have just been you drunkenly seeing and knowing things.

She was pretty much half-prepared to meet the Residents of the Creators' Shelter...but at least most of them like her? I mean, they allow her to hug her...that's a good start, right?

"It's okay, Your Grace's Guests! I promise, our world would never hurt you, no matter what!" She tries to use this opportunity to try and have the other versions of the Creator open up to other people—after all, their world of Teyvat was different, and vast! She didn't want them to miss it!

You know Nahida's Skill line, "Everyone Hold Hands!" ? Yeah, she wants everyone to get along and smile and be happy!

I am proud to say that Nahida keeps the Creators' Shelter up-to-date with the stuff happening in your Teyvat while also trying to coax them to meet other people. And she's doing a great job!

Furina

From the very little research I did, it seems that Fontaine's Stance in the Imposter!Sagau AU ideas is more sophisticated—but, if Reader turns out to be "guilty," then that could possibly mean public execution. In this case, with the knowledge gained, Furina's stance in this is the same as her personality likeability: 50/50.

When Furina first heard you talk about it, she thought that this entire thing you were going on about was interesting! She loves herself a good opera, and she would gladly play a role in your show! She just didn't like how it was versions of you from the Imposter!Sagau aus (she's the only one who'd probably remember what you called them and use the same terms), as it makes it hard to really prove to others that Fontaine was the best nation of Teyvat! Not that she wants to flex or anything (she wants to flex)

As it stands right now, Fontaine is pretty new. Most likely only a few recent versions of the Almighty Creator would have some form of PTSD with Fontaine, but most of general residents at the Creators' Shelter are from when Fontaine was yet to be released. This means that many people would cautiously approach Furina to ask what Fontaine would be like, while the very recent versions of you might be more frightened to go near her.

"Ah, yes! Fontaine has the best places to view the grandest and most extravagant buildings you will ever see! If ever you wish to visit, I shall personally escort you to the Nation of Hydro, and we may feast on both the justice we place put, and the opera we present to please! Now, I shall go and ask Your Grace if I may bring you Desserts from Fontaine—toodle-loo~" Furina gladly lets the other versions of the Creator see her enigmatic personality, not afraid to present herself as she usually does.

However dramatic and ever-flamboyant she may be, Furina isn't stupid. She can see wariness and suspicion seeping in to some of the most recent Imposter!Sagau yous, so she immediately yet cleanly makes sure she takes her leave, her curtain call with a promise to return in the near future.

She's probably the second-most visiting archon the Creators' Shelter sees, but Furina's visits are always short. At least she brings desserts from Fontaine to share with everyone!

And we're done! Boy, this took longer than expected...I hope you guys enjoyed it, though!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I have not been keeping up with what's going on in the Sagau Genshin Community, so Furina's bit may be very off on what is actually going on in the general Sagau Community. Sorry on that part.

I was originally tempted to try and do my own interpretation of Fontaine's stance in the Sagau!Imposter category, as they are known for their justice and love of good plot story. If you think about it, Fontaine might be more intrigued with the idea than be heavily offensive about it—after all, Fontaine loves their opera. I vetoed the idea though bc this request needed a focus on the generic stance of an Imposter!Sagau Au so I scrolled through a few posts to see what others were up to.

But yeah, I'm alive! I honestly love how like—no one has made the "sagau furina" tag yet and I had to make it myself LOL. Man, I've really been dead on Tumblr, huh?

If you're still on the radar for The Lost Shining God of Celestia, don't worry—it's not being cancelled. I'm still on hiatus due to writer's block (it only has two paragraphs im sobbing at my inactivity), but I'll get there eventually! Sorry for testing you patience lol—

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[cinnamon-stixs]

I FUCKING LOVED MASTERMIND HADUFHHDUIDF I HAVE TO RAMBLE ABOUT IT!! SPOILERS LOL

also warning this is long as hell

-Andrealphus's house is surrounded by snow, as is his whole theme. It kinda reminds me of the mythology of hell's frozen center.

-I fucking love stella guys. I'm sorry. I hate her so fucking much and I want to shit on her dreams, and that is EXACTLY why I love her character so much. I'm so glad she's getting more development.

-Andrealphus didn't know about the deal, just that Stolas cheated. So Stella REALLY didn't tell him much.

-I like Andrealphus's peacock theming

-"Now you fucking know!" icon.

-I really like the detail of them using Moxxie and Blitz's mugshots, as well as Millie's wanted poster. It's a really good illustration of how authority figures will do anything they can against minorities, and really pushes the themes of classism and oppression in the show.

-Blitz immediately running to delete his search history, me core.

-He's so scared of going to jail again :(

-"We are going to beat you! But only a little!"

-She's exactly like her fucking dad. She cares SO MUCH deep down, but puts on that 'indifferent asshole' attitude to protect herself.

-"The shredder is jammed!!" D:

-These poor interns

-Blitz, of course, crashes immediately.

-Moxxie uses 'Blitz' instead of 'sir'

-THE MUZZLE. I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL MYSELF.

-I wanna note as they walk in, Satan is acting in place of lucifer, since he's too busy with the Hotel stuff. He claims he was in hell BEFORE Lucifer, but I take that with a good spoonful of salt.

-"Is this about the orphans?" HUH?

-Dude these motherfuckers keep deadnaming Blitz and it pisses me off! Like I get that's the point but still.

-The sloth and envy sins are here!

-I really like Vassago. It seems like he really cares about fair due process in general, but he also seems to have some sort of beef with Andrealphus.

-"Since when is ATTEMPTING a crime illegal am I right?" You stupid bastard.

-"LIES!!" STFU

-I've seen a few people question why Andrealphus would go straight after Blitz instead of Stolas, since he wants him gone so bad, but the answer is simple. Andrealphus KNOWS there's pretty much nothing he can do to demon royalty, especially since Stolas was considered above him on the Goetia food chain. Going after the imp, a member of an already extremely marginalized group, was simply a safer bet.

-I wish Ozzie and Bee spoke up more. It seems ooc, but at the same time we don't know how big the power imbalance is between Satan and the rest of the sins. (Aside Lucifer)

-"A responsible and handsome Goetic demon such as myself-" You should kill yourself, NOW!!

-They never wanted to let him speak up in the first place.

-"Put his kind to shame" BRO HE BAGGED DEMON ROYALTY.

-wtf is up with Satan and his little meditator twink assistant

-YES VASSAGO!! BRING UP THAT HE'S NOT HERE! IT'S ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT THAT STOLAS WASN'T INFORMED AND CLEARLY INDICATES ANDREALPHUS HAS OTHER MOTIVES!! YES HE SHOULD BE SUMMONED!!

-God I love Vassago I hope he's a reoccurring character

-"didn't want him to go through the trauma of facing his aggressor' is such a thinly veiled argument, but no one fucking cares because Blitz is just an imp.

-WHY IS STRIKER HELPING DEMON ROYALTY. Does he hate Blitz that much because he associated with them? Is he getting paid? Was he threatened?

-"If I wanted to kill Stolas, I would've done it myself." Good point, HORRIBLE wording.

-"oh he just fucked himself over."

-I am so sorry your boss is a fucking moron

-PLEASE Bee and Ozzie you can do better than "He probably has a good reason for all of this!"

-Bee throwing dick popsicles at Mammon, I love you girl.

-God I hate this classist piece of shit

-He KNOWS smthn is up.

-The immediate cut to a Mammon joke after our mcs are SENTENCED TO DEATH really shows how little higher class demons care about imps and hellhounds

-We obviously know They're not ACTUALLY gonna kill any of them off, but I was still biting my fuckin nails dawg

-What an EVIL move.

-Fizz and Ozzie's full conversation before this. So, Ozzie most likely had no idea the trial was for Blitz.

-Side note, but I'm kinda surprised Fizz and Ozzie dating wasn't brought up aside from that line from Mammon about Ozzie and Bee 'associating with the lower class'.

-wtf is up with Satan? If this were any other sin, Ozzie would not HESITATE to clock their ass. Just look at s2 ep7!

-"NOT THEM YOUR HIGHNESS!" What if I cried.

-"you're acting kinda ruby" GET OUT OF HERE TWINKIE

-"I suppose I created impkind to be obedient" Motherfucker those are people.

-"Just axe the mouthy one" It's so in-character for Blitz to not assume himself to be the mouthy one

-He still careeeesss augh!! He sounded so distressed

-"We'll pretend to care" So accurate! Ouch!

-"Moxxie, stop. This big red bitch never planned on hearing us out."

-HER FACE. "Just take care of Loona for me" WHAT IF I FUCKING CRIED.

-Fun fact this is the part of the episode where I started bawling like a loser

-"I love you guys" I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL MYSELF. IM GONNA DO IT FUCK

Uhh I have to reblog to continue this bc I hit the image cap halfway through lmfaoo

[cynicalclairvoyantcadaver]

IMO KOTLC is better than PJO for this

One thing that I will ALWAYS, and I mean ALWAYS, love about KOTLC is that it's WAY LESS problematic than Percy Jackson.

CYNICALCLAIRVOYANTCADAVER, you yell, marching in with your shotgun, WHAT IS THIS BLASPHEMY?!!?!?!??!?!

It's true. It's not blasphemy.

Before you gun me down, hear me out and then decide.

First of all-

Percy Jackson has Holocaust Denial.

It's true. In TLT, Grover tells Percy that WWII was caused by the sons of Zeus, Poseidon and Hades fighting And...........that's it.

Do you know how terrible this is?

No, literally. WWII was one of the if not THE worst war to ever ravage the Earth. Causes and reasons of it are very complex and there is no single reason for it. Millions of people suffered unspeakable atrocities and had fates worse than death, and Jews were nearly wiped out.

Millions of people are still affected today by WWII. Jews have lost entire families and lands, and there are huge gaps in their family trees because of this. WWII will never be something to joke about, and..........

and........in the PJOverse.........surprise! Actually, it was cuz big 3 kids were whiny babies fighting about something (WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY WERE FIGHTING ABOUT?!?!?!?!) and then dangerous prophecy came so uWu we're gonna use this terrible war as a reason for why GREEK GODS CAN'T HAVE DEMIGODS ANYMORE!

Oh, did I mention that the Greek Gods are considered a reason WWII started in Percy Jackson?

DID I FUCKING MENTION THAT? OH YES I DID! AND THIS IS HORRIBLE, BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT?

Associating Ancient Greek Gods with modern day horrors.......and BLAMING them for it, no less........is absolutely disgusting. It affects Greek people and Hellenistic Pagans because there are idiots who will read this and believe that all of this is true. That Hades is associated with Hitler, and he's literally his son. And it was canon until Rick said it wasn't because of the backlash.

And this is for children who don't learn about the Holocaust until much later, so THIS is going to be ingrained in their brains and they're going to struggle to accept the real version. It happens.

I was just so flabbergasted when I read it. I mean, PJO is so problematic for this. It's not a joke.

You don't compare someone to Hitler. You don't compare anyone to Hitler because Hitler was an evil bastard who murdered millions of people. You don't use WWII as a plotline, ok?

And this is where I come to KOTLC.

When the gang was in the Forbidden Cities, Sophie was reminded of Hitler (go elsewhere for context).

And Shannon, right here, Shannon could've compared the Neverseen to Hitler. But she didn't. She didn't compare them, because the Neverseen are way less problematic than Hitler. Yes, they're evil, very evil, but they're not Hitler, all right? Hitler was way more problematic than these morons.

Just type in WWII PJO and search for why it's such a problem. You'll get it, I swear.

And, also, setting aside WWII and Hitler-

PJO bastardizes Greek culture and gods. It plops the gods in America for no good reason (the explanation for why is complete shit, search it up) and it makes them wildly OOC.

Zeus is portrayed as a cruel, paranoid abuser, and there's no nuance to him.

Poseidon is portrayed as a chill guy who's done nothing wrong when he's really cruel in the myths.

Ares is portrayed as a bad father when he was probably the best father in Greek Mythology.

Don't start me on the demonisation of Aphrodite and Athena as well as Artemis and how he portrays her and Hestia, and also how he gives Athena kids when she's a freakin virgin goddess, and no, brain children do not count because they're still children that she created.

But most of all, he makes the Greek gods bad parents........which was not the case in the mythology.

I mean, I am aware that Rick has the creative license to portray the Greek Gods however he wants, but what he did with them was terrible. And I have the right to criticise him.

KOTLC does not do any such thing. It does not bastardize elves or their culture. No one has an inaccurate view on elves because of KOTLC.

Yes, KOTLC has sexist and racist stereotypes, but so does PJO, only PJO has it on a larger, grander scale. Rick actively refuses to listen to his POC fans' criticism while Shannon is trying to fix what she started.

KOTLC will always be better than PJO for this.

[black-occamy]

As much as I want to start with going into canon analysis, for me this is one of those bloody fucking plotholes jkr tossed into the story and just didn't think over too much.

Because the interpretation is either that Remus is really, really forgetful (unlikely), a really, really evil moron who doesn't care about anyone in the castle just his precious little secret from school years (and as much as I know he's a coward and has reasons for keeping THAT particular secrey - still seems oddly OOC) OR... That he has no knowledge of the castle and it's secret passages, because as you both suggested - he took little part in making of the Map.

The last one seems to make most sense canon-wise too and I am willing to lean to what @dufferpuffer wrote in terms of "the best explanation with what we are given"... BUT...

He was a Marauder, just like Peter was and I just cannot readily accept that his input was"helpful insight".

Aaaaaaand it still feels to me like "badly written plot because at the moment PoA was created, jkr only had general idea on how the past of her story would look like".

Other notable examples of the above would include:

Shrieking Shack as a hiding place (not only because Remus knew about it, but because DUMBLEDORE knew about it, having explicitly planted the Willow at the very entrance. He also knew about The Prank™️ and had to at least suspect that if James knew how to bypass the Willow, so would his bestest buddy, the notorious Sirius Black.)

Shrieking Shack in general (the idea of a "suddenly really haunted house at the edge of the most wizarding town ever that NO ONE ever went to check on and everyone - including Hogwarts' ghosts - just blatantly swallowed the rumour"? IDK, if I was a Hogwarts' ghost, bored out of my ectoplasm during summer without the students, I'd go and make acquaintances with the most rowdy ghosts no matter what - and as memory serves, when Harry asks Nick about the supposed haunting, he is told that Hogwarts ghosts are too posh to meddle, not that they CANNOT GO TO MEDDLE)(but maybe Nick just didn't want to admit he is stuck in the castle, it's anyone's guess, ghosts are so... Weird in the wizarding World)

Dark Mark tattoo (Fanon and canon are kinda divided on that, because on one hand NOBODY mentions the mark on Peter's hand in PoA, then he HAS IT in GoF, then we're told they were invisible while Voldi was kinda wraithy, then jkr just retcons it into "they were kinda red when inactive", like, it seems like a crucial element of the story that the author should have considered quite soon, right?)

Remus' accidental forgetting of his potion (like, come on. COME ON. I'm not buying any other explanation than "it was the drama needed for the plot". It makes as much sense as having Peter shackled to limping 13 yo AND kinda weary werewolf altogether, while WTF, they couldn't just petrify him and levioso him out of the shack? They couldn't use any sort of binding spell, they couldn't... Basically do anything a seasoned vigilante fighters should be able to do? And don't tell me "Sirius has escaped Azkaban and Remus was right before full moon" is extenuating enough. It's not. They're both and either too bloody smart and experienced for that.)

...I hijacked this one enough. Don't get me wrong. I love PoA. It's still forever my favourite book of the series in general. It just doesn't stand a chance when it's subjected to any sort of analysis 🤷🏻‍♀️

PS. Remus was not behind teaching schedule with 3rd years - they were behind A YEAR thanks to Mr Shiny Hair Lockhart the year before and Remus was doing his absolute best to catch them up 😤

The real Remus Lupin.

One thing suddenly came to my mind and it is not leaving me alone.

It is 25th anniversary of the prisoner of Azkaban. So perfect timing too.

So, please share your thoughts.

What do you think was Remus 's involvement in the creation of Marauders Map????

I am asking this because numerous fan fiction have gaslighted us all in believing that he was a core participant, if not the key person.

BUT.....

In POA, when he has an entire year, he could have shared such a treasured knowledge in helping finding that criminal Sirius Black.

Or if it was such a private information, he could have remade the map on his own or with the help of house-elves etc. Like anything. Putting efforts that show that he is really worried just like everyone else for Harry's safety. About all the dementors negatively effecting all the kids in school.

I never thought that among so many information he was sitting on, marauders map was one such info too.

Him finding the original map is such a coincidence. Like a fruit falling in his lap. And him running without thinking things through.

But either he was not involved in the creation. And the other three just wrote his name out of friendship. In that case, this is my closing argument to the debate that Remus was not all that intelligent and creative. It was all Sirius and James.

Or he had the weapon to catch Sirius and he didn't. Which is. Betraying James's memory and friendship. Peter's too. The same Peter, he knew up until this point, was killed by Sirius Black.

You guys tell me what it can be. Because if he was participants in the creation, he at the end would have learned how his friends did their share of creation. Like them passing their learnings. Etc. So dont comment and tell me that he must not know the other's portion of creation.

PS. - All those obsessive wolfstar fans who are going to say that he was in love with sirius and didn't want to use his knowledge because of any romantic reasons. Kindly stay away.

[gordonradiotv]

{ okay its not fixed and im too fucking tired to wrestle with tumblr to get it to work, im just going to link the previous cutscene in the next one bc this website is too goddamn frustrating to try and get to function correctly bc staff cant do their goddamn jOBS }

[rozcdust]

My love is a sniper

Pairing: Kakucho Hitto x gn!reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, a little bit of angst

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Canon divergent, violence, murder, profanity, Reader is killer for hire, probably ooc

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

As much as you loved and trusted your dumbass ex, you weren’t too sure in his capabilities to keep a bunch of criminals in check and make sure they stayed still, so you resorted to some makeshift blackmail.

Grabbing the old bastard's rifle, you checked his scope, and sure enough, he had a laser.

You scoffed. Fucking amateur.

Angling the rifle in a way so the laser was trained on the short blond one’s face, you let out a satisfied hum.

Why did you want them to stay still and wait?

So you could have some casual conversation, of course, brag about how you saved their lives, maybe tell them they’re fucking morons for not checking their surrounding.

Definitely not because you missed Kakucho, wanted to see his stupid face and this was a perfect opportunity.

Absolutely not.

Packing your rifle in its bag as fast and gently as you could, you unlocked your phone, scrolling through the contacts.

Bingo, you grinned, pressing the call button.

The ringing of Taro’s cracked cellphone filled the silence in the warehouse.

Cautiously glancing between each other, Kokonoi slowly picked up the phone off the ground, glancing at Mikey one more time before pressing “Accept.”

“Hello?”

“Put me on speaker.”

Kokonoi obliged the voice on the other end.

“You’re on.”

“Well hello boys~ Hands up where I can fucking see them. Until I get there, do what you do best, stand there and look pretty. I won’t take longer than a minute or two.”

Click. Line went dead.

Kakucho’s stomach dropped. It was definitely y/n on the other side.

If this were any other situation, Bonten wouldn’t have listened, would have gotten out of there in a heartbeat.

But the red dot trained on Mikey’s forehead made sure they stayed put.

“We’re fucked.” Ran chuckled, holding his hands behind his head.

Kakucho felt sick. He understood nothing, confusion clouding his every sense. You weren’t who you said you were. Were you affiliated with anyone? Did you know he was with Bonten all along?

Were you just using him?

Was it all a lie?

He had no answers, every question just making more form. All he could do is stare at the floor, dumbfounded, his hands locked behind his head.

“Stay calm boys. It’ll be fine.” Mochi’s calm voice would have been soothing if Kakucho wasn’t able to see his hands shake.

The heavy doors of the warehouse opened, and the sound of heavy steps echoed.

“You know, for being the ‘top gang in Japan’ or whatever, your self preservation abilities are pretty shit.” You added finger quotes, hoping to get your opinion of how stupid they are for not checking surrounding buildings across.

Kakucho kept his gaze down, and the other 6 pairs of eyes were trained on you, each one glaring daggers in your direction.

Now, you could understand why someone would be panicked at a sight of a random stranger waltzing in, covered in blood, carrying a rifle, but they were doing a bit much.

“Y-“ Kakucho tried, but you cut him off.

“You, don’t fucking talk to me right now. We’ll discuss your stupidity later.” Turning away from your ex, for who you already planned an entire monologue, two hour lesson and a PowerPoint on exactly how stupid he is, you glanced at the rest of them.

You were kinda surprised at how accurate the file photos were.

“If you hurt Mikey, I’ll fucking skin you.” Princess Bubblegum wannabe hissed, hatred dripping off of his every word, his blue eyes wide open and manic.

Fuck, you were right, he is cute!

Not as cute as your ex-soon-to-be-next, but close enough.

You pouted. “Oh come on, I save your asses, breach my contract, and this is how you repay me? Threats? Rude.”

“What?” Ran mirrored everybody’s confusion.

“Who are you?” Mikey’s tone was calm, but you were sure he wanted to kill you right then and there.

You almost cooed at him.

Maybe you really should take some time to unpack your tendency to find homicidal men cute.

“Name’s Trickshot.” You responded smugly, winking at him. Ignoring his further questions, you made your way to your client, who was laying on the ground, clutching his chest.

You left him alive for a bit longer on purpose, mostly to toy with him just a bit more. After all, you never missed your mark, and every bullet you put through someone is exactly where you wanted it to be.

You were just a teeny tiny bit pissed he tried to make you kill your beloved, and hired some old fucker to kill your beloved.

Like, sure, it was half on you for not checking the files, but why would you blame yourself?

“You- You bitch-“ Taro could barely speak, coughing up blood. You chuckled as you approached him.

“Oops, sorry boss. Looks like I missed every single shot.” You mockingly responded, an apologetic smile on your face as you crouched down to the man’s level.

“We- We had a deal! Where’s- Where’s Yasou?”

“Who the fuck is Yasou?”

“The- the guy who- who was with you! On the roof!”

“Ohhhh, that prick. Yea he annoyed me so I kinda, uhhhh-“, snapping your fingers, you tried to think of how to break the news, “oh, yea, bashed his face in. Accidentally, of course. I’m just full of accidents today it seems.” You sheepishly smiled, scratching your neck.

“Wha- You psycho- I paid you, you said you’ll do it, you’re Trickshot dammit! Everyone recommended you! Said you’re- you’re” He took a second to spit out some blood.

“I’m- I’m- I’m what? Huh? Come on, flatter me, I like to hear it.” You looked way too giddy for someone who just shot 6 men dead, and watched the 7th one bleed out right in front of you.

“Fuck you.” He spat out.

Wow. Rude.

“Didn’t anyone who recommended me warn you that sometimes, I like to do things my way? I’m pretty well known for that.”

“Wha- What are you-“

You were tired of him by now.

“God, just shut up.” You mumbled, putting your boot through his face.

The crack of his broken nose was as satisfying as his wheezing falling silent.

A gagging noise made you look up, staring at Kokonoi.

“Bro, for real? You’re a part of a gang and can’t handle some face stomping? Weak shit.” You shook your head, genuinely disappointed

“Y/n, what the-“ Kakucho was interrupted.

“THAT IS Y/N?! YOU TOLD US THEY WERE A CIVILIAN-“ Sanzu was screaming. You could basically see his blood pressure skyrocketing.

Good. There was no greater satisfaction than stressing men out.

“I THOUGHT THEY WERE A CIVILIAN SANZU! I WASN’T AWARE MY PARTNER IS THE MOST WELL KNOWN SNIPER IN TOKYO FOR FUCK’S SAKE-“

“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Mikey’s command did the trick.

You were kinda disappointed, not gonna lie. Their screaming match was pretty amusing, you rarely saw Kakucho lose his composure.

Mikey’s eyes were boring into you like he was gonna skin you alive.

You may have been afraid, but you’re used to being around “Oh look at me I’m so scary and fucked up” type of guys all the time.

And with his small build and white hair, he kinda looked like an angry, severely depressed kitten. You wanted to smush his face.

Deep breath in, deep breath out, y/n.

You will under no circumstances smush the cheeks of a big shot gang leader.

Professionalism.

“So… Wanna sit down and talk about this?” You asked, trying to break the awkwardness.

“Get the gun off Mikey and we’ll consider it.” Rindou let out through gritted teeth.

“What gun?”

“THE ONE THAT IS ON HIS FUCKING FACE YOU CRAZY BITCH!”

“Oh, the red dot? It’s a laser with no one behind it. Chill out, Princess Bubblegum.”

Grabbing one of your handguns, you looked up to see 6 pointed back at you.

You huffed.

“I go to do you fuckers a favour, I even take out your rivals, and this is what I get in return? The audacity.”

Shaking your head, you turned to the building you were previously stationed at.

Like, sure, maybe turning your back to gang members pointing guns at you wasn’t the brightest idea, but it was your fuck around and find out day, sue me.

Closing one eye, and sticking your tongue out in concentration, you pulled the trigger.

You saw the old fucker’s rifle fall down, merely a dot at this distance.

Fuck, you were so cool, you had to restrain yourself from giving yourself a pat on the back.

Mikey blinked, looking up. The dot was gone. Kokonoi’s jaw was on the floor.

God, you loved leaving people speechless and shook with your gun skills. Made you feel cool and sexy.

“How’d you do that?” Kakucho exclaimed, while Mochi muttered a small “Impressive.”

You grinned.

“I’m called Trickshot for a reason, pretty boy.”

“You’ve never heard of Bonten?”

“Deadass, before like three hours ago, no.”

“We even tried to hire you before!”

“I don’t pay attention to what happens in the crime world, okay? Hop off my dick.”

“Y/n? We… I want to… Apologise.” Kakucho looked nervous, looking anywhere but your face.

“Mhm? Yes, man who I definitely never met before?” You couldn’t help being smug.

Well, that opened a floodgate.

“I’m so sorry for breaking up with you like that, and I’m sorry for not telling you about Bonten, and I’m so sorry that I said we’re not good together, I thought I was keeping you safe, please forgive me, I missed you so much, pleas-“

You pulled him closer, cupping his face.

Feeling your light, gentle touch on his skin, and the loving look in your eyes, he knew he was forgiven.

“Just shut up and let me kiss you already.” You whispered against his lips.

And what could he do but oblige?

“And that,” you exclaimed, clicking the projector to go to the last slide, “is why you’re an idiot.”

“When you said you had a presentation prepared, I didn’t think you were serious.”

“You underestimate me, baby.” You giggled, making your way to straddle your boyfriend’s lap, planting small kisses along his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer until his chest hit yours.

“I missed you, baby.” He murmured, leaning his forehead on your shoulder.

Running your fingers through his hair, you couldn’t stop the smirk forming on your face.

“I know darling, Sanzu told me.”

Kakucho groaned, buried his face in the crook of your neck fully. You chuckled.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, pretty boy.”

A small hum you received in response made your heart swell.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, kissing his neck.

He straightened up, gently grabbing your chin to look into your eyes.

With the softest smile on his face, he spilled everything he’s been thinking about while he was without you.

“I knew I loved you, but God, being away from you hurt so much, y/n. I thought I could just get over you, I was fine before you, I’ll be fine after you sort of deal, but I was wrong. I was so, so wrong.”

Gently kissing your forehead, he continued.

“I can’t even describe how much I missed you. I missed seeing you, missed kissing your pretty face, missed waking up next to you, missed every time you curled up next to me to warm up, I missed midnight drives with you. I missed calling you mine, y/n.”

You smiled, softly, softer than a person like you should be able to. And truly, it was ironic, two murderers in love, whispering soft love promises to each other in early hours of the morning, ignoring the blood on each other’s hands.

Kakucho wouldn’t have it any other way.

Planting a soft kiss on you lips, he promised a promise he wasn’t sure he’ll be able to keep, but fuck it, for you he’ll try.

For you, he’d try anything.

Because you were too good for him, and he knew it, but he was back in your arms again, back to where he felt at home.

“You’ll never spend a day without me again, darling.”

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@eriskaitto @annonymous-writer-wannabe

[tedesquire]

i love how u write the characters! im not sure u would be into doing something like this but, if u would, could u do a ray/reader/egon? if ur not interested in doing that, u can just ignore this ask. thx!

Magenta

A/N: Kind of short, maybe OOC! Egon, but I really enjoyed the challenge of writing this one. I did some research on poly!relationships and tried my best but I’m open to feedback! A few Golden Girls references too for your own enjoyment. Hope you like it nonnie!

Based off the prompt: OT3s where they’ve all been friends for a long time, but when Muse A and Muse B start dating they both realize that things aren’t the same without Muse C and they both want to date Muse C too. from @rpmememaker OT3 list.

-

“Do you mind bugging your boys to bring up their paperwork from last week’s bust?” Janine ran her fingers through her hair, one more day of overtime away from ripping the copper strands from her head.

“They’re not ‘my boys’.” You sighed playfully, snickering as Janine rolled her eyes. She had a point: you, Ray, and Egon were like the three musketeers, practically inseparable. You spent every evening together, whether it was at your apartment, the firehouse lab, or Ray’s bookstore. “But I’ll go pester them for you.” She mumbled a ‘thanks’ as you headed down, not feeling the need to announce your presence as the metal stairs groaned.

“Hello, hello!” You bounced downwards, slowing as you took in the scenery.

Ray’s hair was mussed, more so than usual, and Egon’s glasses had fogged up. They were standing quite close towards each other, Egon sweating slightly and the tips of Ray's ears flushed pink.

“You guys looked like you were caught making out.” You snorted, quieting once you saw their cheeks pink in embarrassment. The silence in the lab had never been louder.

“Oh my god… were you really?” You asked incredulously, eyes flickering between the two as they tried to compose themselves. “When did.. Uh, when did,” you gestured between the pair. “...This happen?”

“A few weeks ago when Ray and I were testing out the updates on the reverse tracker beams we just.. Well, one thing led to another and we kissed.”

“When did you guys have time to go out, we’ve hung out just about every night since then?” Your fingers traced the rim of an empty coffee cup, watching their brows furrow.

“What do you mean, we’ve gone out quite a few times! You were there.” Ray defended, much to your horror.

“Those were all dates?!”

“Well… yes.” Egon nodded.

“But we enjoy your company!” Ray tried to convince you. “We were happy to have you come along.” You rubbed the back of your neck, heat radiating from your cheeks.

“Man, guess I really am thick, huh? You guys should have told me sooner or... something. I feel like a moron.”

“There’s no such reason to feel like one.” Egon attempted to quell your negative thoughts, but it was too late, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“You know,” your throat had never been more dry. “You guys should go out tonight, on a date. This time without me. Yeah?” The pair looked at each other hesitantly.

“I don’t see why not.” Egon nodded.

“Are you sure?” Ray asked, eyebrows furrowing. He could tell something was off.

“Yes! Absolutely! Go to dinner, have a glass of wine, tell someone ‘don’t wait up,’ all that jazz!” You rambled nervously, fiddling with a stack of papers they had been working on. “I should probably file these before Janine tears me a new one, you know how tough she is, always cracking the whip…” You trailed off, unsure of how to make a smooth transition out of this situation. You had never felt so awkward around them before.

“Okay… have fun you two, not too much fun, unless… unless you want. Or not. I don’t know what I’m saying. Okay, bye!” You clambered up the stairs, the door slamming behind you.

The only way you could describe how you were feeling was magenta. All kinds of feelings were tumbling over themselves, too many to focus on just one and combining to be one whole mess. You were green with envy, jealous at how Ray and Egon were able to find love and you weren’t. You were yellow with fear, worried about how you were going to occupy yourself now that your two best friends were dating each other. Most importantly, you were blue.

Not that anyone would know, but you just so happened to be in love with those two science geeks. Ray was so sweet and compassionate, always down for cuddling and watching romantic movies. He almost always knew exactly what you were feeling and how to fix your bad moods.

Egon, on the other hand, was patient and humorous. He always made you laugh, to the point you could just crack up looking at his half-cocked smile. Egon was also willing to listen to all your problems and give solutions when asked. He seemed to remember almost everything about you, surprising you with little gifts on bad days.

You couldn’t just pick one of them, you knew you wouldn’t be fair to confess to one of them and always pine for the other, so you were content to stay friends. You had been totally cool with living in that constant pain.

Until now.

-

The fancy restaurant was different from what they were used to, but Egon and Ray figured you had a point, they needed to go out, just the two of them.

It was weird, they both thought, not to have you sitting there with them, stealing a half of each of their entrees, making fun of other couples across the room, or asking them for their coats, since you always seemed to get cold.

Topics of discussion flickered between previous busts, the current sad state of Ecto-1, and Occult book sales, causing Egon chuckled to himself, taking a sip of his drink.

“What's up, Spengie?”

“If y/n was here, she would chastise us for talking about work.” Ray smiled warmly.

“Not really romantic, huh? I bet she’d be telling us we need to flirt a bit more.”

“She knows us well enough to know our capacities to flirt, which is to say we have none.” They both laughed softly before falling into an awkward silence.

“Did she seem a bit.. off this morning?” Ray sighed, wondering if he was in his own head too much.

“Yes, she appeared more flustered than usual, though I’m positive it was mostly due to shock.”

“I guess we didn’t really make it clear that we were dating…” Ray admitted.

“It was clear to us. We do all the things average couples do, watch movies, eat dinner, an occasional drink or two, we just happen to do those activities with y/n.”

“Remember last week when she tried to have us watch Nightmare on Elm Street? Golly, I bet I still have indents of her fingernails on my arms, she was so terrified!” Egon let out a chuckle through his nose.

“Oh please, Ray, anyone with half a brain can observe how much you enjoy when she’s draped all over you.”

“She’s just so warm, and soft.” Ray grew a dopey grin. “And it’s our tradition at this point, like your nightly debriefings.” Now it was Egon’s turn to smile. Though he was a man of science, he enjoyed gossip quite a bit, a guilty pleasure, if you will. He wasn’t the best at socialization which is why he enjoyed you explaining it. You always seemed to know the latest between previous clients or celebrities, waiting until you saw him to share.

“I wonder what she’s doing right now.” Ray wondered.

“It’s 8pm on a Saturday, she’s most likely viewing Golden Girls at her apartment.”

“I can’t believe she likes that show.”

“She says it makes her feel normal in a paranormal world.” Egon recalled, smirking at Ray’s little giggles. Only you could make him laugh like that, it was something Egon loved about you.

There was so much to love. Both Egon and Ray admired your loyalty to the Ghostbusters and your confidence. You stood up for them when everyone was against them, and spoke whatever was on your mind. You were funny, gorgeous, generous, kind, the list was unending.

“I’ll admit, it feels queer not to have her here.” Ray looked around, as if you were going to appear out of thin air. “It’s just not the same.” His face paled as he realized what he said, opening to try to explain.

“I understand.” Egon placed a reassuring hand over his. “I enjoy being your boyfriend, and you know I care for you.”

“I do!”

“It just feels like….” Egon struggled to come up with the right phrase.

“Something’s missing?” Ray finished, hastily fumbling for his wallet and throwing a few large bills on the table. “Let’s go get our girl.”

-

You didn’t have it in your heart to snicker at Dorothy’s dramatic insults, Blanche’s sexual innedous, Rose’s long-winded stories, or Sophia’s quick quips. You couldn’t shake that ugly magenta feeling off of you.

Of course you were happy that Ray and Egon found love, it was a hard thing to find; but the bitter feeling, knowing that this wasn’t going to be the last night that you were by yourself while they were out on dates, knowing you were always going to be held at a distance from the two, it was a crushing weight to bear.

You were sure that you would be able to get past this feeling eventually, with a lot of help from 4 old women and two men named Ben and Jerry. It just hadn’t started to help...yet.

You were startled by a knock on your door, setting the melting pint of ice cream down and wrapping your robe tight around yourself. You weren’t expecting anyone and had nowhere to be, getting in your pj’s as soon as you got off work and staying firm on your couch.

You opened your door and relaxed at the sight of Ray and Egon, a brow raising in confusion. “What are you guys doing here? And panting nonetheless- what happened to the elevator?”

“We thought- it would be more romantic if we climbed the stairs.” Ray panted. “Like in… Oh, Egon, what was the name of that movie?”

“I have no idea. I’m exhausted beyond the point of rational thinking. I didn’t believe that 15 floors would be quite this exhausting.” Egon hastily rubbed his glasses against the fabric of his button up.

“Romantic?” You sputtered, letting them come inside. “You both were supposed to be on a date! Did you get possessed by a ghost or something?”

“Better!” Ray cried, placing his hands on your shoulders. “We realized we’re in love with you!” Your heart stuttered in your chest, peering over his shoulder to meet Egon, who nodded just as enthusiastically.

“I… I don’t know what to say…” You honestly didn’t. You kept thinking that they had to be joking. How would this even work between the three of you, or did you have to choose? How did they even come up with the realization? “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Y/n,” Egon tried to explain, his heavy hand cupping your cheek. “We would like for you to be in a polyamorus relationship with us. We know it isn’t conventional but when have we ever been like anyone else? We love you. We love the way you make us feel, like you complete us. Please, consider it.”

Your heart thumped violently, practically melting in their embrace. How long had you waited for something like this?

“Come ‘ere.” You whispered, leaning close to Ray to kiss him, your thumbs cradling his chubby cheeks. He kissed just as you imagined he would, lovingly and gently, like he was memorizing the way you felt against him.

When you both separated you noticed a soft smile on Egon’s face, his eyes filled with affection.

“I didn’t forget about you.” You cooed, causing him to look down at the floor, his cheeks flushing. “Don’t get all shy on me now!” You teased, gasping as his arm snaked around your lower back, pulling you in to plant one on you.

While Ray was tender and slow, Egon was fast and rough, making your head spin. Each searing kiss made you moan, too caught up to even notice that Ray had made his way over to the couch until his laughter caught your attention.

“He’s going to need someone to hold onto.” Egon suggested, letting you tug him over to the couch.

As you laid between your two boys, you slipped your fingers between theirs, letting a wave of happiness wash over you.

You were no longer, green, yellow, blue, magenta or any other color. You were completely happy and whole.

[agentqv]

So if I had “hypothetically” written a five-part fanfic about Binx and Andhera’s first day in the Mortal Realm after the ACOFAF finale in which they have an encounter with the Queen of Air and Darkness that gets super emotional and dramatic, would anyone here want to read that? It’s like 7000 words and it’s chock full of dialogue, angst, survivor’s guilt, imposter syndrome, familial confrontations, familial violence, Andhera being a beautiful moron, and maybe some romantic confessions and cuddling. 

My title for it is: “We Will Speak Again After” (as a reference to ACOFAF Ep8)

I’m a bit rusty in terms of writing fiction (I haven’t been in college for a long time), but I connected really hard with ACOFAF and Binxhera, so due to sheer withdrawal I’ve focused my energies into writing a story that I thought would be cool and accommodate the character arcs that Aabria, Surena and Omar had set up for their characters (though there is an inevitable degree of OOC to it as hard as I tried to resist). Grandpa Dog is also in there and I think his part of the story is very funny because Binx does not like him but Andhera does-

I’m mostly asking because it’s finished, but I gotta wait a while longer to get an AO3 account setup, so I’d be open to posting parts here (though I don’t know if that’s accepted and liked protocol). And someone here might potentially hate it and my interpretation of the characters so in many ways this is absolutely terrifying to me, I don’t know why I’m doing this to myself. 

So would you like to read it?

(This fic isn’t intended to be the potential Grabalba wedding fic I discussed earlier, but I could see it happening in the same continuity.)

Edit: thank you all for your kind words. I’ve been posting the story on my feed, please take a look and tell me what you think.

Edit: It is now five parts.

Edit: The whole fic is now live on AO3

[aesopsbaby]

may i requests hcs for yandere dottore with his s/o trying to escape him ? :) thx in advance

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: Il Dottore

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You should've known that he will always catch you,no matter where you ran nor where you hid.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Dottore,,,,our beloved.. ANYWAYS,this might be badly written as I feel that I didn't portray his character correctly...<\3 Dottore might be ooc

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Kidnapping,use of profanity,non-con touching, reader is kinda idiotic and sort of weak-,Manipulation/gaslighting,degrading

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 🌹Cat and Mouse

Surprisingly,Dottore wouldn't be pissed off about it. Nor would he be annoyed/irritated AT FIRST. To be frank,he would find it amusing,seeing you scatter around,tiptoeing towards the door thinking you're so close to freedom,thinking you're oh so smart!

Oh he absolutely adores the expression you wear when he creeps up behind you,bending down to whisper a soft "Boo" next to your ear. Seeing that look of terror and hopelessness just riles him up.

Back to the topic of him not getting irritated by this behaviour,,,, If you weren't his soulmate,and if he didn't love you so much,you would've been dead within seconds. However,Dottore has a soft spot for his darling and he genuinely thinks it's cute that you think you have a chance at escaping.

Your little stunts keep him so entertained. But,we are talking about Dottore here,he's incredibly intelligent so he would've predicted your every move and every escape route.

Although he finds it endearing,Dottore's patience runs on a thin line. He may love you oh so much but your constant hope for freedom would definitely make him a little bit pissed off. He's a really busy man and he needs to focus on his experiments,he can't keep babying you and preventing you from leaving!

You should be thankful for even being kept alive this long so why were you being such a brat! Dottore is frustrated sometimes with your behaviour,but it's usually when he's running on a tight schedule.

We know Dottore is a perfectionist as seen that he doesn't favor repeated mistakes. Dottore would keep a small note and count how many times you have tried to escape. And when he's finally had it,he would grip your chin roughly,forcing your gaze to meet his as he has a menacing smile.

"Oh darling oh..how much of a fucking MORON can you be??"

"22 times. 22 god damn times that you've tried escaping within just this week."

"Honestly Love, this is getting pathetic by the moment."

He would let out a raspy laughter when he sees you wincing from the pain from his harsh grip on your cheeks. He will roughly pull you towards his face,his fingers gradually pressing into your jaw to cause you even more pain.

"What's this? Where did all your fight go? Huh?"

"Come on,don't tell me you're gonna cry just from this!"

"I've told you a thousand times,my dear,just how dangerous it is out there."

"God. How pathetic. You can't even handle something as small as this,what makes you think you'll be able to survive in the outside world?? I'm keeping you safe,so stop being so ungrateful."

It always makes him want to laugh whenever he sees that look of fear in your eyes and the tears clouding your vision as you fight to force those pesky tears to stay in.

Dottore would surprisingly never get tired of you nor your behaviour. Although he sometimes gets pissed off but that's because he was busy! He could never get tired of you.

However,if you persist with this attitude,Dottore will genuinely feel a little bit hurt. However, he doesn't show it,nor does he want to admit to it because he thinks of it as a vulnerability.

Dottore,although adores you,he wouldn't hesitate to punish you. He has multiple techniques but I won't elaborate on them so much here,,,

Isolation,with no human interaction and only minimum food supply(Probably one meal a day)

Tying each of your limbs to each ends of the bed and leaving you there with no food/water/human contact.

Forcing a shock collar onto your neck to keep you in place.

Threatening you(Probably to be his next test subject)

He wants you to come to him for forgiveness after all your escape attempts. He adores the look of embarrassment on your face as you're forced onto your knees as you beg for him to forgive you. The apologies that spew from your lips are like sweet, sweet honey to his ears.

Dottore would definitely be really smug when you have the shock collar on. He would have a small smirk tugging on his lips as he sees you tense up and back away from the door when he presses the button on the controller.

"Oh? Where do you think you're going,love?"

Dottore absolutely enjoys tormenting you whenever you tried to escape. He would wave the controller infront of your face while he has a huge smile on his face. He would also probably force you to beg for him not to press the button.

Dottore has a huge ego,all this begging just fuels into his ego even more-

Anyways,,,,Dottore would actually feel hurt from seeing how desperate you're trying to escape. He doesn't show it,but when he's alone,he will sigh and just think about what he's done for you to have so much fear towards him.

Dottore would try to be more affectionate with you. Keyword:TRY. It's more of him forcing you onto his lap as he's doing his paperwork. Don't even try moving,Dottore would grumble and probably insult you for moving-

Dottore would drag you around to just force you into his hold. He would hold you "affectionately" against your will.

Hes still soft for you though- Even though it's horribly hard to tell,Dottore just really wants to love you and for you to love him as well :((

[nightowlfandom]

Kakashi Hatake- Cheeky

 ANON ASKS

Hey author-chan how are you? Well I saw that your requests are open and I would like to know if you write to Naruto and if the answer is yes, could I get a Kakashi x f!reader imagine/oneshot with prompt #19, please?

I ended up asking her to choose a couple more prompts, aaannnd here they are!

#19- Hmm, who you tryna’ look sexy for babygirl?

#20- Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you

#27- I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.

#30- Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay?

 #47- You’re too cheeky for you own good, kid.

warning.....I will fuck up your day. Might be OOC but almost all my shit kinda is imo lol Does anyone really care?....he spits in your mouth..... I am sorry for absolutely nothing.

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Leggo

...

“Watch it, Kid!”

“Why don’t you walk where you walk!” you caught the throwing star between your two fingers as it was hurled back at you. “You’re cutting into my training time.” you rolled your eyes.

“Damnit Y/N you could have taken my eye out.” Kakashi groaned. “Be careful with that thing!” 

“Like that would have been a bad thing.” you scoffed. “Get out of the way next time.” you rubbed your shoulder. “If you weren’t in my line of vision, you wouldn’t have almost got caught in the crossfire.”

“You know you love looking at me.”

“How can I when no one ever sees your face.” you burst out laughing. “What kinda mug you got under than mask, huh?” you challenged. 

“You’re too cheeky for your own good kid, someone outta bring you down a few notches.”

“And just whose gonna do that.” you rolled your eyes, turning away from him.

You ignored his answer and bent over, stretching to touch your toes. “My back.” you groaned. When you stood up straight again, he was staring at you. “You need something?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” he blinked(...or winked?) at you.

“I can’t tell if that was a wink or not...” you raised a brow.

“Good.”

“You’re a real-”

“ Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you “

He walked off, undoubtedly wearing a self-satisfactory look on his face.

“How does she put up with him?”

“Damn, I thought she was really gonna kill him for a minute.”

“You’d think those two liked each other with how much they argue backed and forth.”

“It’s not nice to gossip.” you called behind your back to your comrades. You shoved the throwing star back into your pouch and walked off. Kakashi Hatake and Y/N L/N were always the talk of the town. One was always getting on the nerves of the others.

....

You were relaxing in your house after a long day of training. It was good to work out your skills while nothing was going on. You never knew when something was gonna happen. You stretched your arms over your head as you walked into your kitchen. 

“God I’m starving.” you sighed. Before you could dig through your fridge, there was a knock at the door.

“I’m coming!” you called, knowing they could hear. As you neared the door, the knocking only got louder. “Geez Hold on-!” You yanked the door open to see Kakashi awkwardly standing there. He wore his authoritative demeanor.

“Y/N, may I come in?” he spoke. You almost peaked behind his shoulder, people were walking around outside. ‘We must talk.”

“Sure.” you made room for him to walk in. Just as you closed the door, you were pushed up against the door. He yanked down his mask to show that daring smirk. You felt his lips brush against yours. Kakashi wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and pushing you even further against the door.

“ I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. “ he moaned against your lips. “Shit you drive me crazy.” he growled.  “I bet you thought your little show was cute.”

“Got your attention didn’t it?” you giggled through the friction. “If we’re gonna sneak around, might as well make it fun for me too.”

For the last several months you had been more than casual with Kakashi. He trailed his hand down your spine, resting at the base of your back. 

“I have half a mind to punish you.” he began kissing down your neck. “But I missed you so much.”

“So does that mean you can stay for the night or do you have to wrangle those three morons again?” you melted into his tough as the thoughts of the Three Stooges getting into trouble that required Kakashi to clean up....again. 

“I’ll stay if you want me to.” he began kissing your cheeks, forehead, nose and lips. He kept rotating around each area of your face. To answer his question, you helped him out of his jacket. “Hm, okay then.” he smirked. 

“I don’t need to tell you where my bedroom is do I?” you stepped away from him.

... (Two days later)

Training in the woods wasn’t so bad. But training while Kakashi dragged his students along was gonna drive you absolutely crazy.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“Yes. Naruto.” you seethed. ‘What can I do for you.”

“I’m gonna be the best Ninja in the world! You just watch! I’ll be able to beat you one day!”

“That’s great buddy!” you tried to laugh. Cute. No one could compare to you when it came to throwing sharp things at a target. You walked by Kakashi sending him a harsh glare. You walked ahead of the group. No one could see it, but your annoyance made him smile a bit. You stopped in front of a three, pinning a target to it before walking a good 30 feet away from it. You went into your pouch and took out a throwing star.

With a single flick of the wrist you threw it, watching it slice through the air and hit the target right in the middle. You walked back another few feet and did it again. Good to know you hadn’t lost your touch.

“Wow. Miss Y/N sure knows what she’s doing.” Sakura whispered to Kakashi. “I can see why everyone raves about her,”

“Yes. She is very capable, Sakura. She has impeccable precision.” he commented. Although he was thinking something completely different. Everyone watched as you took out your annoyance on the bullseye target, When you had ran out of stars, you trudged back up to the tree and yanked each one out.

Later on, Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto were all napping. All had passed out at some point after some extreme training courtesy of Kakashi. As for you, you were sitting by the lake, getting some much needed recreation. You had just gone for a swim. The ice cold water felt perfect. 

You stood up against the tree facing away from everyone. You were prepared to get back into the water when Kakashi came up, slowly ridding himself of his shirt as he did.

“Going for a-” you were cut off as he pushed himself against you, claiming your mouth in a kiss. Not that you weren’t totally happy, but his students were literally napping less that 50 feet away from you both.

“W-wha are you-?”

“Shhh.” Kakashi pulled down his mask then got down on his knees as he fumbled with your panties. “If we’re gonna do this, you gotta be quiet.”

“You’ve had some pretty dumb ideas but-...fuh.” you cut yourself off as you felt him trail his hands up your thigh. He pressed small kisses down your thighs. You were still soaking wet from the water, so your skin was slippery. He pulled your panties down, placing small kisses along your heat.

You dared peek over your shoulder. Everyone was still sleeping, but you found it hard to focus. Kakashi gently drove his tongue into your slit, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lungs. Your legs shook as his tongue flicked against your clit.

“Kakashi~” you shuddered. You found yourself running your hands against his silvery white hair. He grabbed your leg and hooked it over his shoulder. “We could get caught!”

“Exciting isn’t it?” he giggled. “You just have to stay quiet.” you felt his fingers slither inside you. “ Come on Y/N... Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay? “ he moaned, sloppily dragging his tongue up your slit. “Shit- You’re so fucking good, Y/N. You’re soaking.” he laughed evilly. 

“Whose f-fault is that!”

He slapped your ass, making you gasp again. You could just picture that shit eating grin on his face. 

You were made to stand up straight as Kakashi rose to his feet. He hoisted you up, wrapping both of your legs around his torso. You hadn’t noticed that his pants had dropped around his ankles. You felt his painfully slowly slide himself inside. 

“They’re still sleeping.” he grunted, slowly thrusting into you. “Fuck I needed this.” he moaned. “I need you~” he coughed. “Kiss me.” 

He, in a hurry, sloppily kissed you. Your tongues clashed. You faced heated up from the lewd sounds your mouths made as they clashed together. Kakashi pushed your further against the tree. 

“Kakashi..” you were able to muster. 

“Open your fucking mouth.” he cut you off. “Now...” he growled. 

You obediently did as he asked, sticking out your tongue as Kakashi let a line of drool go from his tongue to yours. He claimed your mouth again while he dug his nails into your thighs. His cock twitched inside of you as his thrusts grew sloppy. 

You couldn’t even talk through his kisses. Your insides clenched around him, feeling yourself grow more and more sensitive at his touch. You didn’t care how loud you were anymore and he didn’t either. 

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna- ARGH-” 

You felt him practically bottom out inside of you, cumming inside your depths. To avoid making any sounds, he kissed you again. With one harsh thrust, you came too. You heard those lewd watery sounds as liquids dripped out of your pussy, down your legs. Poor plants. 

“Kakashi~” you moaned again.

“It feels good?” he talked down to you in a babyish voice. “You like my cum inside you don’t you.” he spilled the rest of himself into you tightness. “And they’re still sleeping.” he smirked. “You were worried about nothing.”

“Shut up.” you rolled your eyes. You whined as he slowly removed himself from you. 

“It’s running down your leg.” he laughed. “Shit, you’re so sexy.” he dragged his tongue down your neck. “Shit-”

“You’re lucky we didn’t get caught.” you shakily spoke. “And you call me the cheeky one.”

“Hm, don’t be like that, babe...or else I might not to easy on you this time.”

(This one was not so much hardcore, but it was something, so I’m all caught up with requests I think! Does anyone here fucks with Haikyuu?.....Can I- Can I write for Haikyuu?)

[eirist]

In the Heat of the Moment

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: For Day 3—Nami’s Day—of the ZoNa Days event (at @zonamievents). I’m already late but still posting it. It’s unfair if it’s only Zoro who gets an entry.

In the Heat of the Moment is by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds. I still have The Umbrella playlist to thank for being such a good company.

Summary: "You're getting sappy witch. Sounds like you care about me."

The rain hadn’t let up from the moment it began to pour down.

Which should not have been a problem in the first place… the Straw Hats have their very own weather expert-slash-navigator extraordinaire after all.

If only said weather expert-slash-navigator extraordinaire didn't get distracted, arguing with a certain green-haired swordsman.

"This is your fault!" Nami complained, rubbing her arms with her hands in a poor attempt to keep the emerging chill away.

​Somehow satisfied, she folded her arms across her chest as she sulkily glared at the rain which has now completely turned into a steady downpour.

​Luckily she was able to pull the man with her towards an alcove in the town's wall before they got drenched. It was an uncomfortable fit, as they were almost pressed to each other, but it'll do.

​Zoro was snarling beside her. "This rain is MY fault?" He huffed. "Right! It's my fault coz I absolutely can make it rain on a whim!"

Nami turned sharply towards him, glaring daggers. "If you hadn't gotten lost—" 

"I DON'T GET LOST!" 

"—like the idiot that you are," she continued ignoring Zoro's outburst, deliberately raising her tone and effectively drowning his retort with her shrill voice. "Then we wouldn't be stuck in here ZORO!" Her voice jumped another octave when she said his name. "In. HERE!" She repeated the words, making sure to emphasize them and hoping to drill it straight into his thick, dumb skull. 

"Tch! Then you shouldn't have followed me!" The former bounty hunter groused.

​"Besides, aren't you supposed to be good at predicting the weather?" He commented sardonically. "Shouldn't you have known that it’s going to rain today?" 

Nami gaped at him disbelievingly. ​And heat rose to her cheeks.

​She gave his shin a good kick for that.

​​"Ite!" 

​"I know that!" Nami practically shrieked at him. "That's why I followed you here to tell you about it! Is this the thanks I get from making sure you don't get your dumb self lost in this island while a storm is brewing?!"

"Again woman, I DON'T GET LOST!" Not the one to be deterred, Zoro raised his own voice to match hers. "And damn it! Stop kicking me!"

​"Bullshit!" The ever-feisty navigator exclaimed. "That a load of crap and you know it!"

​She angrily poked his chest with her finger. "If I leave you to your own devices... We. Would. Never. Find. You!" She punctuated each word with a prod on his torso. As if that would actually make the idea sink unto him. "I don't want Luffy and Chopper whining about how you are lost and that we should find you!

​Zoro grabbed her hand to stop her from poking a hole in him. Grasping it firmly he all but shouted back at her. "I will be fine! I will find my way back to the Sunny!"

“Hah! Fat chance of that happening!” 

​They were almost nose to nose by this time; all the while scowling at each other, both waiting for the other to back down.

Now only the sound of the rain falling heavily down the soaked earth can be heard as they continued their stare off. Along with the sharp intake of breaths coming from the two of them because honestly, their shouting matches can be quite arduous.

​As the glowering continued; Zoro thought he caught a glint, a spark from behind Nami's eyes before those warm brown orbs widened.

​In what could only be a realization that their current position is leaning towards… precarious. It was also not helping that his own eye had darted all over her face, taking in the flush on her cheeks. Despite it coming from indignation, she still looks...

 ... pretty.

​He almost choked at his thoughts. When did he turn into that shit cook?

Zoro inhaled sharply and realized what a wrong move that was. He caught a whiff of Nami’s signature scent. Sweet with an undertone of zestiness that reminds him of her mikan fruits at their peak of ripeness—that certain moment that makes you want to steal one so you can taste them...

​The color on her face deepened and Zoro wasn't sure if it was because she was getting angrier and angrier by the minute.

Or... If it was because she saw that his stare lingered for more than a second or two at her lips. ​"Screw this!" He grunted, instantly averting his gaze. He felt his face heating up and to get out of their rather 'awkward' situation, he immediately resorted to his favorite defense mechanism whenever he faces off against this orange-haired devil incarnate.

Losing his temper on her. 

"You are not my keeper woman!" He snapped at her before immediately stepping out of their sanctuary and into the rain.

That made Nami snap to attention. "Hey!"

​Without another word Zoro turn around and started walking away from her despite the torrential rain.

WALKING. AWAY. FROM. HER.

While it’s raining cats and dogs. 

 "Zorooo!!!" He heard Nami screeched his name, horrified that he would actually leave her alone. There was no way he was getting back in there with her. Not when it occurred to him that he was only a second away from grabbing her...

...and kissing her.

​He walked in faster strides when she called him again. He had to get away from her. He needed to get away from her.

Far away.

​Because honestly she was driving him crazy lately with all these thoughts of wanting to kiss her surfacing every moment whenever he was with her.  

And who knows what the repercussions are? This is Nami they're talking about. She would probably sic ero-cook and even Luffy if he dared to even try. Or rat him out to either Robin or Usopp or both.

Or charge him more than what his current bounty is.

He winced at that.

​For now he needed to get away and calm himself so he can reflect...

​There was no warning as something collided at his back, almost making him stumble down the wet ground.

Did someone just attack him?

​But the presence wasn't threatening, even if its arms were wrapped around his neck in a chokehold, throttling him.

"YOU DID NOT JUST LEAVE ME ALONE THERE RORONOA ZORO!" Nami deliberately yelled at his ear, probably making his ear drum shatter and rendering him forever deaf. In a split second the Supernova realized that Nami… had jumped him.

​"Hey! Get off witch!"

"No!" "Get off!" "I said no!"

​"Get off now or I'll--"

Her hold around his neck tightened. "Or you'll what?" Nami hissed right in his ear in a tone so dangerously low that an actual chill ran down Zoro's spine. He gave her arm a light slap, a silent gesture to loosen her hold because she was cutting off his air. When she didn't relent, he effortlessly bounced her up his back.

​With a squeak of surprise, her arms slackened and he was able to finally draw in some air.

Nami’s hands grabbed at his shirt in an attempt to prevent herself from slipping from his back. Zoro tried to shake her off him. But the cat burglar swiftly clung onto him by locking her legs around his waist.

His remaining eye widened at that. 

"Nami!"  ​ "Stop trying to shake me off Zoro!" Nami protested as she held on to him tightly. Her knee knocked against his katanas and he scowled. "Then stop strangling me damn it!" "You deserve it you ass! Leaving me alone like that! Wait until the others hear about this you brute!" ​ Zoro muttered an expletive under his breath. Nami is a real witch!

He can feel her sliding down his back again. She was having a hard time clinging onto him because his shirt and her arms and legs were all wet from the rain water.

"I'm charging you for all these Zoro!" She muttered against his ear, her breath hot against his skin… a stark contrast from the cold rain water falling down on them. "The hell you are!" He managed to retort. She was speaking from his blind side and even as he tilted his head, he cannot see her face or her expression.

The next thing he knew… her fist had descended on his head.

“The hell! Why did you hit me?!”

“Because you are a moron.”

“That’s it get off me!”

“No!!”

​They continued struggling against each other, right in the middle of the rain that was soaking them to the bone.

​And Zoro realized then and there that Nami was quite nimble. She had quickly managed to change her position from his back to his side with her legs still locked around him.

He really didn't know what to do with that information, except it's going to be really handy once he gets the chance to...

​​​Fuck! ​​ She had hit him on the head with her fist ​again.​ That’s twice already.  Why are her punches hurting him so much? Was it clad in haki?? "Argh! Nami stop it!" He tilted his head towards her so he can growl and glare at her all at the same time.

She just gave him a haughty serves-you-right grin.

In retaliation he bounced her against him again. 

​Which was a wrong move. Because all it did was rubbed her breasts against him and press her closer to him.

It was a good thing the rain was drowning them.   Though it did made her yelp in surprise. He’s good with that.

​"Argh! Stay still Zoro! I swear if you drop me down I'm going to—"

“To what?” His steely eye met hers. This time it was his turn to challenge her.

Nami’s hold around his neck tightened, probably because her grip on him was slipping again because she was just as wet as he is and also because she still wants to choke the shit out of him for leaving her alone earlier.

She lifted her chin slightly so she could gaze back at him even as the rain water continued trickling down her face.

Was it just him or Nami’s quite comfortable where she is right now?

He knew she was trying to give him the evil eye. But it was hard to do that when the droplets of rain keep clinging to her lashes and she had to blink them away in a manner that affects him greatly.

And there was it… that familiar glint, that spark he saw when they were back in the alcove taking shelter from this rain.

“Look Zoro,” she finally sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you will come back to the Sunny in one piece and not get stranded in this weather."

​Zoro blinked. He was not expecting that.

​Then his face broke into a smirk. "You're getting sappy witch. Sounds like you care about me."

“Y-y-ou!” She stammered.

He grinned at her as she sputtered, her face turn absolutely and adorably red.

To think, he actually high-tailed it out of there earlier with his tail between his legs all because he can't face the realization that he wanted this woman.

But there was no denying it now. Amidst this rain it was very clear. That was all he needed.

He finally decided to take a chance instead of running away from it like a coward. ​

He tucked a strand of her wet hair behind her ear. "You can punch me or charge me later Nami," was all he said before he pressed his lips on hers.

Her body jerked in surprised. His arm instantly wrapped around her waist to secure her as one of her hands grasp at his shirt tightly.

​He swore he heard and felt her murmur 'oh fuck' against his lips before she deepened their kiss.

​They pulled apart slightly for air. Zoro hauled her up a little and Nami was about to lean down to for another kiss…

“A-choo!”

They looked at each other in surprise. Nami’s hand automatically covered her mouth as her face turned red again… this time for a very different reason.

“Ehem!”

They both turn their heads towards the sound and saw an elderly man standing a few feet away from them under an umbrella.

He was shaking his head as he looked at them.

“You youngsters should just get a room you know. You risk getting sick doing things out here in the open that should be done privately.”

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

The Gotham Prince (A DC Comics fanfiction)

Hey everyone!

Here’s for you a little fic about Roman Sionis aka Black Mask (I love McGregor’s performance), and his son.

Yes, I’ve read that Black Mask has a son, but the latter is only mentioned.

So, I tried to explore their relationship, as I’m pretty sure Roman would not treat his own flesh and blood like his parents did with him.

So, here’s the story! Enjoy!

TW: Might be a bit OOC, mentions of murder, swearing.

I, Roman Beauvais Sionis, can boast to myself of having done something honorable in my life.

"What good could a criminal like Sionis have done in his life?" you ask me.

The answer is simple because my most celebrated achievement is in front of my eyes.

There he is, sitting on the couch, reading one of his favorite books, a slight smile on his face. And this boy, ladies and gentlemen, is my son.

Alexander Lorenzo Nathaniel Sionis-Falcone, that's the name of the best thing that ever happened to me. I needed one, and it was him.

Getting married to Sofia Falcone, the beloved daughter of the mobster Carmine Falcone, allowed me to consolidate my network and increase my fortune.

Even though our marriage did not last long - 7 years at the most - it left enough time to give both the Sionis and the Falcones an heir. While she and I could never really get along, we all agreed to make sure our only child would be loved.

If you know me well enough, you know that I did not have the best parents in the world, far from it. They would rather keep up appearances than worry about me. They who liked to wear a mask so much in society ended up being ridiculous.

Of course, with such parents, I didn't really have a good model. But at least, it made it possible to see what ABSOLUTELY shouldn't do with children.

So when I'm with my son, I'm not the gangster everyone calls Black Mask: I'm his dad. And, at least, I can pride myself on not putting on a mask with him: I love him 200%.

Since he was little, I take him in my arms, I kiss him, I spend time with him, I encourage him ... without forgetting to tell him that I love him.

No, I don't love him: I adore him. For my Alex, I would be capable of anything; and God knows I do not perceive my limits.

No matter how many people say that a criminal can't be a good parent, I don't care. Nothing matters more to me than his smile when he sees me or the sound of his voice when he calls me "Dad."

And what about my pride when I see people turn around in its path? 

I can clearly see in their eyes the admiration they have for him. It must be said, my son is a very handsome teenager: he is quite tall, he has fair skin, impeccably groomed brown hair, large black eyes that shine brightly, a charming smile, and a confident walk. To sum up, a perfect mix between the beauty of the Falcones and the charisma of the Sionis.

But nothing is limited to physical appearance: Alex is a smart, polite, kind, and very creative boy. Any parent would sell their soul to the devil to have a son as great as mine.

And then, he doesn't know it yet, but he will be at the head of one of the greatest fortunes in the country: even that moron Bruce Wayne can not compete!

But all that will be for later: in the meantime, he should take advantage of his youth.

As long as he is happy, so am I.

I hope one day, he will take over from me and that he will succeed. And he will probably do much better than his asshole grandfather. Old man Falcone. This jackass never loved me, and my divorce from Sofia is the ideal opportunity to piss me off.

And among that, he loves to repeat that his cherished grandson, the "light of his life" will be the next leader of the Falcone family. 

This old dodderer lacks ambition: why focus on your only possessions when you can aim higher? Because my Alexander will be the best of all. He will be the Prince of Gotham ...

"What are you thinking about, Daddy?"

Taken from my thoughts, I turn to my joy and pride, who is watching me with attention.

I smile at him:

"I was thinking about how fast you were growing up!"

He starts to laugh.

"Didn't you realize that before?"

"I do, but it always gives me a funny feeling to see my little boy turn into a man."

"But I'm still your little boy."

"Of course. For me, that will never change!"

He closed his book and came to sit next to me. I put an arm around his shoulders and hug him tight to show him that I'm there for him.

I could stay there for several hours and never get tired of it. Because the boy I hold against me is the most precious person to me, and I could slaughter anyone who dares to touch him.

My Alexander. My son. My prince of Gotham.

You're the air in my lungs, You're the veins to my blood. Yeah, you, I'm nothing without you.

LANY - You!

Here’s the end! Thank you so much for reading!

Tell me what do you think about it and if you want another story about them!

Thanks in advance!

@redrosewritingsstuff, @empress-writes, @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321​, @cherryplasmids​, @knives-out16​, @ronaldrx​

[redxblueihateloveyou]

Hey, i just want to say first that i absolutely love your blog, your posts are amazing and i get to learn so much mlre about rinharu. However i just wanted to ask about a certain quote from the directors that peopoe use to invalidate rh, where they say that makoto is haru's half and that if it hadn't been for swimming rin and haru wouldn't be friends. I heard someone talking about how the novel changes this. Do you know anything about it? I'm curious to hear your thoughts.

Hi:) Thank you so much, I’m glad you like the blog <3 LOL Firstly it’s most likely a lie, it’s been said already that they distort the translations but also who out of the directors of Free! could’ve said that in their opinion? Definitely not s1-s2 Utsumi, who is in love with Rinharu and was bashed for adoring them too much. 

So Dive to the Future that everyone wants to forget and Starting Days that wasn’t a good novel interpretation, and actually flushed all the moments important for character’s depth and development? I honestly wouldn’t listen to those, but I highly doubt it was Kawanami, cause I don’t think he cared even about their friendship in s3. So Takemoto of SD then? But SD is not good for MH either.. so who in their opinion said that... an imaginary Makoharu director?

Honestly, I of course, don’t know all the directors, just the main ones.

But I can tell it’s a fan quote just from your phrasing, cause no one from the directors would’ve called Makoto Haru’s half. The only one who dared to say something like that was Miyano Mamoru who called Rinharu a “destined pair”. Since then and the creators using the term of “red string of fate” about their relationships, the jealousy has started. And the second half sounds like “Rin loves Haru only for swimming” which is also the nonsense MH fans created, they’ve been throwing around since forever, and we’ve discussed it just recently.

Also “if it hadn’t been for swimming rin and haru wouldn’t be friends” is that the actual quote. Cause it’s hilarious then, bc in official characters interview there was a moment when they were asked what connects all of them and Makoto answered that without swimming they probably wouldn’t connect, it was Rin who said “mhhhh... probably” and added “if you say it like that”. So LMAO I’m just wondering, are they all ok?

It’s also been a problem several times already about Makoharu spreading the false translations, when it comes to anime subtitles too. And I know that japanese is hard and stuff can sometimes be interpreted differently, depending on the context, but many purposefully demeaned some scenes and translate it to their own benefit. It took me a while to get to all the subtleties in many scenes. 

It took forever and Netflix to translate Sousuke’s phase as “you’re in love with him”, but I still remember watching it back then with “you’re interested in him” which I might say “infatuated” can’t be translated as “interested in”. It’s an entire different feeling, and things like that changes scenes, just like when in “Untamed” they’ve translated “best friend” instead of “soulmate” it’s very different vibe of the scene, so it can actually change the whole feeling during the watching.

Tbh no offense to anyone, but I’m seriously tired of this already. I haven’t seen anywhere else shippers like that, who constantly spread so much idiotism around. And aslo legitimately pretend that it’s real. I mean, if you want to prove your ship, do it with canon stuff and if you can’t then maybe don’t try then. It’s the first fandom I see who just cause they don’t have canon proof use the opposite ship moments instead or come up with some nonsense to diss it, which doesn’t even make sense if you have brains. And the ammount of people, who believe it and don’t even check or too lazy to read is just incredible. 

Like recently my sister sent me a post from instagram with 1k likes where it described Makoto as a “protective af”. 1k people, who apparently need glasses and a hearing aid or they watched anime with their asses.

It’s Rin who loves Haru not just for swimming, canonically proven, it’s Rin who is protective over Haru, canonically proven, it’s Rin who’s obsessed with Haru’s smile and will do everything to see it, canonically proven, it’s Rin who made Haru see his future and made his dream come true, canonically proven. Not yours, can’t touch it. And no, Makoharu is not any of that. 

Last time I saw something idiotic was the creators of AOT who replaced the Armin/Eren manga scenes in anime with Mikasa. All that it proves is that Mikasa/Eren ship sucks balls. Still... look at all the shippers, especially boys, who if saw the same scene with Armin would’ve said it’s just bromance. Same with Makoharu who basically write fics about Rin and Haru, but replace his name with Makoto. Good luck with beeing a moron.

Just now talked to a girl under my RH vid, who said that she’s more into Makoharu, and how Makoto is the best for him and that she doesn’t understand why hating Makoto for not having any life goals (yeah, really why? lmao), the only thing she hates Makoto for is that he refused to persue swimming with Haru professionally... like... what? 

I’m honestly... I get mad at people’s stupidity so lets just pretend that basically everyone ships Rinharu, cause it’s really mostly like that, they’re just too dumb to realize it.

My point is if you ship something, ship it for what it is, if all you do is create the OOC stuff or try to imagine things that’s not even there then it’s not this ship anymore, it’s just two characters you created. And if you steal everything from other ship, maybe you just ship them then?

[wastelandcrown]

logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents

CHAPTER 5: helpless

Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Roman is a teenager who makes bad choices, Remus being Remus, Emojis (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please ask!! Here’s the fluff before the storm!! Next chapter two chapters are Heavy.

Pairings: Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, One-Sided Logicality, Platonic DRLAMP

Word Count: 3296

Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer @croftersjam15 @rainbowsixth @snaketho 

His newfound appreciation for Patton didn’t change the fact that the idea of losing his first kiss to a stage performance sent shivers down his spine. 

It’s not like he didn’t like Patton! That wasn’t it at all! Patton has been sailing in the high numbers ever since they had hung out at his home, Virgil had even made a group chat for the three of them where they talked regularly. It’s just that Patton was Patton. And Patton was certainly not his type. They had tried to practice helpless, but Janus kept telling them they were missing something. Remus said Logan sounded like a “sexless moron”, and though Patton disagreed and blushed furiously, Logan knew he was right. He had never had a boyfriend, let alone a crush on a boy. He knew he was gay because he found certain boys attractive, but he had never liked a guy like that. Yet. 

He figured it would happen at some point, but until that point...he would have to be clueless. He ended up spending a lot of time with Remus as rehearsal continued. Though Patton wasn’t fond of him, he was Roman Repellent ninety percent of the time. Pretending that was all he wanted from Remus was easy. The other option was acknowledging how much he genuinely liked Remus. The whole time he’d known him, he’d told himself to steer clear of him. He’d never managed to do it, but he still told himself to. Something about Remus was interesting. He was a sort of enigmatic person who you could never figure out beyond the persona they portrayed. Logan was nothing if not inquisitive. 

Sitting in the tech booth with Virgil and Remus, watching the Schuyler Sisters vocal practice, he couldn’t really be mad when Remus’ legs fell into his lap. They were in such close proximity, and Remus always seemed to have a need to touch people. Remus is talking about something mindless, and Logan is listening intently.

“If they have the gun, why wouldn’t they just shoot him?” Logan asks.

“That’s what I said! It’s like they don’t care about efficiency! You don’t have to torture every character!” 

“Honestly, I cannot believe they would disregard the gun like that. Why introduce it in the first place?” 

Virgil looks at Logan inquisitively, “Logan, do you even watch that show?” 

“No,” Logan muttered, “Remus just tells me about it a lot.”

“I have no idea how you’re able to follow his train of thought, I have a hard time listening to him about regular stuff, let alone his favourite things.” Virgil says, and Logan knows he doesn’t mean it in a bad or mean way. Anxiety can make a person have a hard time listening, Logan just thinks it’s easy to listen to Remus. 

He’s called back to the stage, so he can practice Helpless with Patton again. Remus moves his legs and pulls Logan up to his feet. They are standing nearly chest to chest for a few seconds, and Logan notices each time they’re this close how tall Remus is. He’s a little over a head taller than he is, and it's jarring to him. Remus pulls him down the tech booth stairs by the hand, practically dragging him like a rag doll. Virgil should feel lucky that Logan didn’t catch his snicker at Logan’s expense. Once Remus is beside his brother in the audience, they begin. 

Patton’s performance is adorable, as usual. For Remus’ tastes it’s a little fluffy, but that’s the song for you. Much too full of innocence, he was about ready to beg for his chance to sing as Maria. He knew he had to wait his turn. Watching Logan’s performance was downright painful. His romantic face was a simple, deadpan thing, and he had flirted with enough boys to know you should never look that bland. Bland of emotion, not bland in general. No, absolutely not. Remus was well aware that Logan was hot, just in the way that cool anime boys are hot. All cold and domineering, but secretly an absolute angel. Remus planned on changing that angelic nature, but he had to give it time. Logan’s rap was abysmal in terms of emotion, and by the time it was over even Patton was cringing a little. 

Roman nudged Remus, smirking as he whispered, “I think he’s hopeless.”

“I think he could use a good teacher,” Remus smiled at Roman’s wide eyed reaction.

“You can’t possibly mean you can you?”

“Oh, I absolutely mean me.” 

Bounding up the stage stairs, Remus forced himself between Logan and Patton who were discussing the performance. Grabbing Logan by the hands excitedly, Remus beamed at him. Logan knew he had a very stupid plan just from the way he smiled. 

“Logie-bear, let me be your personal coach on how to not be an absolutely sexless moron!” 

The entire theatre went quiet.

“Remus, shouldn’t I be the one to help Logan?” Patton asked softly, his smile was nervous and Logan didn’t know why, “I am playing Eliza, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, well, you aren’t exactly dripping in hoes, are you Patton?”

“Wha-That’s not very nice! No, I am not dripping in….h-o-es, but that doesn’t mean you should help him!”

“I wouldn’t mind the help,” Logan chimes in, “I really didn’t want to have to ask Janus or Roman. Remus seems like the best option. He can give me pointers.” 

Patton could argue that Janus and Roman were much better at romance than Remus could ever be, but if Logan really thought Remus was the best option he couldn’t say no. 

When they met up at lunch, the room they had found was empty aside from the three of them. This would prove to be a bit of a mistake. When Logan made a mistake and it was called out by Remus with a quip or a joke about his romance abilities, Patton seemed to get a little huffy. Logan enjoyed his encouragement from Patton, but the comments from Remus always made him force away a smile. He was brutally honest, and Logan liked that. He wanted to be told when he looked like a complete doofus. Patton seemed to not agree, and interjected a lot on Logan’s behalf. After the first few runs, Remus seemed to be getting agitated. All it took was one more comment from Patton before Remus dragged him out by the wrist and shut the door behind them. Logan couldn’t help but wonder why. 

“Will you stop that?” Remus hissed at Patton, they were around the corner but he was trying to be quiet in case Logan was eavesdropping.

“Stop what? Trying to support Logan? You’re just being mean to him!” Patton whispered back, obviously thinking the same.

Rolling his eyes, Remus let out a big huff of amusement, “You’re really dumb, aren’t you Padre? Look at him! He might be hot, but his whole face is like a dead fish when he’s trying to be romantic!” 

“Wait, what?”

“What?” 

Patton blinked slowly, staring at Remus like he had two heads.

“Patton, if I’ve suddenly grown a dick out of my forehead that’s stood at full mast and oozing baby goo, I’d love to hear about it.”

That made Patton recoil, but he raised his voice above an angry whisper to say, “You think he’s hot?”

“I mean...duh? You’re telling me you haven’t noticed?” 

“No! No-I’ve-I’ve noticed! I just-” Patton stops, and Remus is confused now.

With a nervous laugh, Patton mutters, “It’s fine, it’s not like you’re actually trying to...Maria him. Heh.” 

“Oh no, I am. I’ve been flirting with him this whole time, I think he’s just fucking dense.”

With that Remus watches Patton go pale, and force himself back into their practice room. Remus doesn’t follow. He’s pushed enough. If Patton decides to tell Logan though, Remus may have to kill him. He trudges over to the boys dressing room and throws the door open dramatically.

“What’s wrong?” Roman asks with a smirk, “Love confession gone wrong?”

“Pft. More like a bitchy third wheel.” 

Remus lays on the ground, gently bumping his head into Roman’s knee and keeping it there. Roman moves a hand to pat his brother's head, but ends up carding a hand through his hair. 

“Do you wanna pout about it or plan some thematically appropriate revenge?”

Remus lights up, craning his head up to stare at his brother, “I thought you hated Logan!”

“Oh, I do. That’s why I think he should date you.”

They both laugh, and then they get to work. 

After flashing puppy dog eyes to Janus, they manage to convince him to help set up their exclusive after hours group practice. Somehow they rope in Remy, Emile, Logan, and Virgil. They know Emile, Logan, and Virgil will bring Patton. They also know that this is the perfect time for both their agendas. If Roman perpetuates drama, maybe Logan will get stressed and leave. If Remus gets to act out seducing, and-or marrying, Logan, then maybe he’ll have a chance at getting his number. He’ll have to try and get Logan to practice romance with him, because if he waits until he’s Maria he may have lost Logan to the unthinkable. Patton.

The teenagers all meet at a public park picnic table at around six. Patton, Virgil, Remy, and Emile sit on a blanket Patton brought from his car. Roman, Janus, Remus, and Logan sit at the picnic table, though none of them are sitting correctly. Roman takes the lead, standing on the table and addressing the group. 

“My stupid brother and I have brought you all here today for an extra special practice session! We, the leads, have much work to do!” 

Remus nods excitedly in agreement, “I personally think our first order of business should be to help Nerdy McSpecks to not look like getting it on is his worst fear!”

Most people laugh at this, and Logan even smirks a little.

“I’m more than willing to work on that first! It sounds like fun!” Patton chimes in, getting a nod of agreement from Virgil who is splayed out on the grass with his hood pulled over his face. 

“So that Logan can be most equipped, everyone who wants to can try and be Eliza!” Remus calls out loudly, and Remy chokes back laughter.

“That’s totally not just for Remus.” Janus mutters, but Logan catches it.

He’s confused now. If Remus wanted to help him practice he should have just asked? He’s certain that a guy like Remus would ask, but he disappeared at lunch. Logan wonders whether he was embarrassed to ask, but that couldn’t be it. Remus was never embarrassed. Had Patton said something to him in the hall? No, no, he wouldn’t have! Logan is zapped into his own mind, not realizing everyone is looking at him for a response until Patton speaks up.

“Well, he doesn’t have to practice with Remus is he doesn’t want to,” 

He shakes his head, “That’s not it. I was only wondering why Remus hadn’t asked before. It’s out of character for him.”

Remus cackles like a witch and grips his stomach like that was the funniest thing he’s ever heard, “Worried about me, Logie-bear?”

“Should I be? If so, then yes.” 

The whole group was silent until Remus laughed again, giving Logan a playful kick. 

“Get on with your marriage to Patton, loverboy!” 

The practice with Patton went about as well as it did in the theatre. Virgil had a clear view now, and was trying desperately not to break into a fit of laughter at Logan’s expense. It really was funny, the lack of emotion in his face seemed like it was purposeful rather than a genuine lack of knowledge. When they were finished, Remus popped up, taking Patton’s place in front of Logan. 

“First step to flirtation!” Remus begins loudly, most of the group deciding to tune them out while he instructed, “Lose your self-respect!”

“...Absolutely not.”

“Logan, boobear, you need to lose something to get the emotional stick out of your ass!” 

Logan didn’t respond, looking away from Remus. That...that one did hurt. Even if he knew he wasn’t the most emotional person, it wasn’t exactly nice to hear. 

Of course, Remus noticed, “Hey-Uh-I didn’t mean it like that! Maybe...Maybe…” 

A light bulb goes off in his head and he grabs Logan’s hands, he beams as he drags Logan further out into the grass. 

“Remus, what are you-” 

He doesn’t get to finish, Remus places a hand on Logan’s hip and holds the other tightly. 

There’s nothing he can do but follow his lead, getting another very close look at Remus as he places his hand tentatively on Remus’ shoulder. Today his makeup is purple, and his eyes look a lot less wild. His shirt has the name of a band Logan’s never heard of on the front, and his leather jacket is covered in patches and spikes. There’s no mistaking the distinct scent of Roman’s rose perfume, surely he was doused in it after practice to make up for taking a bite out of his deodorant instead of putting it on. Usually it smells awful and makes Logan want to gag, but something about a scent so sweet on a person so wild almost makes Logan lose his grip. Dancing with him is mindless, he’s being led like they’ve danced together a thousand times. When Remus raises his arm and spins Logan out, his demeanor breaks. He smiles softly, not because of the dancing, but because Remus is looking at him with the widest grin he’s ever seen. His teeth are so sharp, and on his face it looks so right. 

He feels breathless when Remus spins him back in.

“You look happy,” He chimes into his ear, “Could it be that I’m already a talented seductress?”

Logan presses his head back into Remus’ chest and really laughs for the first time in a long time. 

“Eliza,” Logan starts slowly, moving back to dancing position, “I don’t have a dollar to my name.”

Remus is confused for a moment, then has to fight back his blush.

“An acre of land, a troupe to command, a dollop of fame,” Logan has no idea the group is staring at the pair. 

He’s wrapped up in dancing, a sweet smile on his face, “All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and-”

“Your top notch brain,” Remus spins Logan again, and boops his nose before he returns a hand to his hip. 

He can’t help but laugh again, “Insane, your family brings out a different side of me, Peggy confides in me. Angelica tried to take a bite of me-”

Remus feigns an offended gasp at this which makes Logan laugh a third time, “No stress, my love for you is never in doubt,”

Now Remus can’t stop the blush on his cheeks, with the combination of the lyrics and Logan’s laughter there’s no way he wouldn’t. 

“We’ll get a little place in Harlem and we’ll figure it out,” 

The dancing has led them into a more secluded area now, and though the others are peering through trees to try and see the pair but they can only see their legs. 

“I’ve been living without a family since I was a child,” They stop dancing and stand and sway together. 

Logan and Remus stand chest to chest, “My father left, my mother died, I grew up buck wild.”

“That’s more of a me thing-”

Logan rolls his eyes and plays him off, “But I’ll never forget my mother’s face, that was real.”

He raises a hand and cups Remus’ cheek like he does in practice with Patton, and Remus nuzzles into his palm. Patton does that too, but somehow this feels more...intimate. It must be the privacy.

“As long as I’m alive, Eliza, I swear to god, you’ll never feel so…” 

Remus clears his throat then moves his head out of Logan’s hand, but doesn’t step away.

“If you’re that good with me, why not in practice?”

Logan is compelled to tell the truth, “Don’t laugh.”

“Mmm, No promises.” He’s clearly teasing, Logan knows him well enough to know he means he won’t.

“I have to kiss Patton at the end of the song. I think it freaks me out. I-I’ve never-” 

Remus smirks, he squeezes Logan’s hip a little, “You know you have to kiss me too, right?” 

“Somehow, that freaks me out less.” He admits, because he’s on a particularly honest streak. He doesn’t know why the idea of kissing Remus doesn’t perturb him. He watched him bite his own deodorant stick today. Bite, chew, and swallow. 

“You know that’s weird as shit, right? Patton looks like the definition of a good kid, and is basically the sweetest person ever. You’d rather lock lips with the resident fucktard?”

“I don’t think of you like that.”

Remus has to take a step back and cover his face with the sleeve of his jacket. 

“Logan,” Remus starts in the quietest voice he can manage, “You know you don’t have to kiss either of us, right?”

Logan makes an agreeable noise and nods, so Remus takes his arm back off his face. 

“If it’s somehow less weird for me to be your first kiss, then you know I’d kiss you right?”

Whipping his head around and looking slightly shocked, Logan whispers, “Right here?”

“Take me for a coward, Logie-bear?” He teases, stepping back into Logan’s personal space.

Logan smiles wide, something he’s going to have to grow accustomed to Remus drawing out of him, “Only on occasion.” 

Which is somehow the perfect answer for Remus, who laughs beautifully and takes Logan’s chin in his hand. The kiss is short but more delicate than anything Logan had ever witnessed Remus do.

Moments after, Janus yells at them to stop making out, and Remus throws himself through the trees to yell at him. 

Logan has to take a moment and take in the fading tingle on his lips, it’s magnetic. 

“Logan?” Patton had come looking for him, “You okay?”

“Yes, very. Remus was very helpful.”

Patton smiles at him, “I saw that laughing you did! You looked so happy!”

“I…” Logan is stunned from words, but Patton picks up the slack. 

“It’s okay, I get it! Virgil gets embarrassed about laughing like that too!” 

He follows Patton back to the group, and they move on. Logan’s mind won’t stop racing, and he can’t stop thinking about Remus. Patton and Remus are critiquing Janus’ performance of Wait For It while Logan sits with Virgil in the grass. 

“Do you want his number?”

“Whose?”

“Remus’ number. Do you want it?”

“Why would I-”

“You looked like you wanted it.”

In the end, he gets Remus’ number. He texts him later that night after he finds himself unable to sleep and unsure why.

‘I apologize for the late hour, but this is Logan. I couldn’t sleep, and Virgil gave me your number this evening, so you can see as to why I am texting you now. I wanted to thank you for all your help today. I had fun, which surprises me. I do not say that often.’

Barely a minute later, he gets a response.

‘😍😍😘😘OH MY GOD LOGIE-BEAR YOU ASKED FOR MY NUMBER!? YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST ASKED ME!! 😍😍😘😘🤬🤬🤬Anyyyyyywayyyyyy If you can’t sleep maybe I can entertain you ;)))😳😳😳😳’

‘I would enjoy that. Isn’t there a new episode of that show you like out tonight?’

‘THERE IS!! I can’t believe you remembered 💕💖💕💖💕💖SO I’ll give you my IN DETAIL thoughts on this weeks 🤬🤬HUGE fucking disappointment!🤬🤬’

Logan didn’t end up sleeping until the early hours of the morning. 

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didnt wanna derail the post by commenting in the tags about a fictional character when it’s a serious issue but like. i do think this (along with ableism) is why people dont know how to write harvey dent

[image ID: screenshot of a post by brydeswhale saying “It’s always so frustrating to me that prison abolition and justice reform are going to require a huge social shift in terms of how we view crime and criminality and causes and effects and justice and compassion. I want the changes to happen right now, and I’m being stopped by billions of absolute morons who think it’s okay to torture someone for car theft.” /end ID]

like I recently read Harleen (2019) and it was really good it was so well written from Harley Quinn’s perspective

my problem is how harvey was handled like. he’s angry at all criminals and wants to kill them, because they get away they’re murderers batman isnt effective because he refuses to kill

and im like. hmmm ://

his first appearance was actually fine tbh but by the time it got to him waking up from a medical coma and then doing a press conference and declaring that he’s FOR executions and wants to kill criminals im like ok thats really yikes

his enemy isnt criminals it’s the corruption in the justice system, thats what he’s angry at thats what he should be fighting, he goes after the big guys the mob bosses like maroni, he’s not angry at every single criminal and the common gotham citizen who lets it slide because they “dont want justice enough” and thats why gotham doesnt have a functioning justice system or whatever (seriously tho wtf what kind of logic....)

still a good comic and worth a read because presumably people are reading it for harley and not harvey and I cant fault them for that especially since harley was written so well but. yeah the way harvey was handled was just very ://

side note: it doesn’t make sense for bruce to investigate harley/joker but completely ignore the gotham district attorney declaring on live TV that he wants to kill people??? you’re telling me he wouldnt find that concerning enough for even a phone call? doesnt have to be a huge thing just at least some sort of acknowledgment like a small panel that shows harvey’s phone and he’s got missed calls from his old friend bruce wayne but harvey’s like nah i’ll continue to ignore him... and then the plot moves along in the direction the writer wants it to go with harvey going with the rogue executioner cops to arkham asylum to unleash chaos on gotham so the citizens will realize that they Need people to kill criminals or else this will happen. god..... i really dont like how that was written

anyway im not saying it’s OOC for harvey to murder people, obviously no. but his character is NOT “justice = endorsing extra judicial killings and supporting cops”

his character is supposed to be like. the justice system is SO broken it’s more fair to leave things up to chance, to flip a coin. like what we’re getting isnt justice but 50/50 odds are a hell of a lot better than a rigged trial or an entire system rigged against you

this is super messy but like whoever’s reading this hope you got what i mean