#Please respond because they are my childhood otp

[st4rfallen]

People of this fandom, are you still around?

Because I just read through the last 50-ish posts in here, and found, well, not much. Pin other words: nothing except for beautiful art and a few two-sentence posts- No fanfics at all :/

sooo. I have written before, but that was a longer time ago on a different platform. I am willing to try again and take requests for Neo/Smith though, if you guys are still out there :))

Write me if you want stories, hcs…

[uhhhitsme]

002 Tatiana :)

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: 

All the people I ship romantically with this character: 

My non-romantic OTP for this character: 

My unpopular opinion about this character: 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

my OTP:

my cross over ship:

a headcanon fact:

THANK YOU FOR THIS OH MY GOD GUYS I KNOW IM RESPONDING RIDICULOUSLY LATE BUT KEEP THESE COMING I LOVE WRITING THESE!! YOU CAN ALSO DO SHIPS OR THE OTHER ONE :3

HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS CHARACTER: i need her carnally. i love her unlike anyone else. she deserves so much better than what she's been through. like i said i am a SUCKER for characters who go thru a lot and fight for a better future, i fucking love characters who care a lot, and tati does <3 also feels like one of those characters whos just really really tired of violence, and living so desensitized to it, someone who longs for a childhood and to have someone to lean on, who genuinely grieves the life she couldve lived. which. Always makes me feel a lot of emotions. also the most beautiful woman alive.

ALL THE PEOPLE I SHIP ROMANTICALLY WITH THIS CHARACTER: barb. spyentist rights oh my god i love the idea of their dynamic to have someone so loud and expressive and someone whos quiet and reserved. and on a perhaps Too Deep level two people who are naturally inclined to take care of others finally having someone who takes care of them. ALSO THINK OF THE SHENANIGANS LIKE PLEASE THE POTENTIAL IS LIMITLESS.

MY NON ROMANTIC OTP: CURT AND TATI!! i fucking love their canon bits together so much and love love love having two people who are very alone find comfort in each other. lesbian gay solidarity

MY UNPOPULAR OPINION ABOUT THIS CHARACTER: i dont think i really have one!! i guess shipping her with barb because i know some people dont see it which is so valid but not really anything other than that. OH i would say that she's very much a main character in the show. just as much as curt or owen

ONE THING I WISH WOULD HAPPEN: same thing with barb, it would be very nice to get more fandom content---she's such a complex and nuanced character and i think that deserves more acknowledgement!! i know this is hypocritical of me as curtwen occupies all of my thoughts and posts but one day.......

CROSSOVER SHIP: ok i dont ship them but i think it would be very fun to see a crossover where her and linda monroe interact because i know tatiana would just fucking EXPLODE her with her mind

HEADCANON: she takes up crochet and knitting ones she settles down and very much enjoys if!! she occasionally sends things to mrs. mega and curt. she also loves physical affection but only with those she trusts, and its hard for her to show it. decent cook, she makes edible food, but nothing really good---just survivable. in my mind she moves in with barb a while after post canon who absolutely CANNOT cook and they start learning together.

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Apritello Express Evidences, part 1

Greetings, Apritello enthusiasts and attention! Here comes a loong post is written by totally nerd. You've been warned. Here we go.

The thing is that Apritello is a double-edged sword. The series shows us established friendship of these two, give us a lot of content with them. We can see development of relationship through interaction between the characters, their reaction about the situations they are put in. We can sense their synergy and bound through the show.

Donnie and April have incredible chemistry, and both options, brotp and otp seems fine to me.

But let me tell you why I ship them.

Apritello is the kind of pairings, which consists of small details, hints, that's hidden, but if you're sharp and attentive one, you will notice that. Apritello has a strong foundation: the best friends trope.

And from the very beginning, it works as planned.

When I start watching show, I could say that April and Donnie are best friends. It is worth noting that April is like an older sister to the other brothers, more of a sisterly figure than a friend, but with Donnie she behaves somewhat differently, namely, as best friend. Obviously, she sets him apart from his brothers, although girl tries to pay attention to all of them equally. And Donnie behaves as well.

Dee's battle shell designs for April needs as well as his. His shell transform into comfy spot for taking ride for April. Special and only for her. Because his bros are not supposed to use it (at least, he carries no one on his back), Donnie carries them by his techno-bó or his limbs.

This tiny detail shows his special treatment to her. April is a very, very special occasion to D. Don does care about her comfort, he accept the way she is. Donatello does not try to prevent her from participating in their affairs because he respects her decisions and is pleased that April can be shoulder to shoulder with him.

D is glad to be at her service.

Yeah, Dee's still playing cool, he has image to perform as tough and coolheaded guy. So Don doesn't show his intentions, interest and feeling to other people (he's tryin', but fails). Because his actions matter. They are always small, hidden, but meaningful.

April, in return, trusts Dee and depends on his tech, even knowing what his inventions are the opposite of success (usually).

Go on. Look at Donnie's facial expressions and body language when April is near.

Donnie seems more relaxed when she's around, happier. His emotional response is always different from his brothers ones.

Oh, and look, he wanted to be first to give her a high three.

They worry about each other. Look at Don. He does worry about her way more than his brothers. Yeah, they all want to protect her, but Donnie is more expressive.

Mayham has no particular sympathy for the brothers: he is afraid of Raph and behaves aggressively, he is indifferent to Leo and Mikey. Mayham immediately takes a liking to April. And then the details come back: he let Donnie touch his neck. The most vulnerable place for any living creation, for a second. Let him to study an important vial without any hesitation. Mayham depends on April trust for Donnie. When everything goes wrong for Don, the little doggie comes to his rescue, just as April would have done. Is the hint transparent enough?

We can see links with "A mystic library", wherе Donnie begins to look for solutions to save April's pet. Yes, this may seem like his next leap, "sit down, I'm smart, and now I'll solve all the problems, watch and learn," but Don says one phrase that opens up the veil of the second plan, what happens behind the scenes. "My illiteral colleagues and I was conducting a mustic research, with a life of the beloved pet, hanging in a bounce".

Strange wording, Donatello. Beloved pet? Not yours, as we can see. I can say, that everything in this sentence is true, but Donnie and Mayham has something more.

Continue. Next episode "Origami tsunami". Interactions are kept to a minimum, as April herself appears for a maximum of 5 minutes in the series itself. But devil is always in the details, dear friends.

When April was attacked and hung up, the only one who excitedly called out to her was Donny. Raph is furious that the thieves have escaped, Leo is frustrated that their plan has failed, and Mikey is worried about the salami.

Yeah, we didn't see his worries about her when she fell, because Donnie is on the mission and must be coolheaded turtle, and second, he's calm because now April life is safe and sound, out of the danger.

Dear passangers, Apritello Express arrives to the next station - episode "War and Pizza".

Bare facts:

1. April has Donnie's number on an emergency call.

2. "Anything for you"

3. Donnie is the reason why Alberto knows April's name.

No one calles April by her name (except for Donnie, while phone call, but Alberto wasn't nearby) it was "Captain O'Neil" by her chief, her badge seems blank. And yeah, you can say, that's just economy of budget, but I assure you: in the first episode we were shown the name of the delivery guy. The animators were not lazy bones and wrore "Stewart" on his badge. So if something isn't there, then it either shouldn't be there, or it really isn't, that's how this show works.

So, the reason explained in the episode. When Al has short circuit, parts of its new code flashed through its mind.

Info about April was in its memory, in its code. Alberto was a lame animatronic, and it seems somewhat outdated. I do really doubt about Alberto is being something smartass machine with complicated AI like Freddy's Pizza's ones. Quite questionable. Donatello fix Al's brain and wrote code, synchronize with his remote control. He put information about Cap O'Neil into animatronic's head. All this pictures are kind of massage: "You was created for birthday celebrations. You are machine, and there concepts of "life" and "birth". Do great party for this birthday kid and April won't be like this". Or, something like that.

So Alberto did - do a memorable party. And he do what his creator programmed him to do, but in his way.

4. In other words, Alberto was a tool to impress April. Don flaunts himself in front of her, stating how he did the upgrade while doing the upgrade, even though April is fully aware of his tech wizard. And his abilities supposed to help Cap O'Neil to finish the birthday party, so she will stay at her job, not fired. All thanks to Donnie and his upgrade Alberto. (Or not)

By the way, Donnie was the last to leave April in ruined "Alberto's". And it's not an isolated case, it is a pattern.

5. They understand each other without words.

First, Donny came at her at the speed of light. Second, she hadn't even finished speaking before Dee was taking Al apart. Third, their chaotic, well-coordinated work? Donnie was a distraction (although he wanted to just take a break from the battle or let Alberto's guard down, while April just knocked him out). Donnie and April are great team, and sometimes the DonniexApril team is much more precise, coordinated, and interdependent than the DonniexBrothers one.

D&A feel each other and anticipate each other's actions, their skills complement each other, creating an incredible synergy of their interaction. They act as a whole, while it's not always possible with his brothers, even though they're family and know each other the way more Donnie know April. And Dee hasn't trained with cap O'Neil.

Donatello didn't show his crush for April. No puppy, loving eyes, no lovey-dovey speeches, no planning schemes (at least, the audience don't see one) . He just want her attention, but stays cool and hidden. D is already her BFF, but still.

The same thing is claimed in 5B episode - Mascot Melee. Donnie has no problems with interaction with idol of his childhood - Atomic Lass. She'd put Leo in a stupor, but Donnie? He playfully challenges her to a dance duel. Yes, he adores this character, who may have become his measure of the attractiveness of others to Donatello, determined his type. But still, he's playing all cool and confident guy, he's really smooth with girls, so you will never see a puppy loving eyes from him. Only two things can betray him at this point: his voice and his body language. Remember, how's soft his voice became for Atomic Lass? Now I want you to remember the scene before, in turtle tank, when April sent guys a meme.

D is the first to respond to the message, despite the fact that Mikey is sitting closest to the screen. And the responding is a little too emotional for this situation, don't you think?

And this face of his. And he comments it. He likes her sense of humour.

The only difference between April and Atomic Lass is that the first one is a real girl who is a friend of their family, practically a member of it; and the other one is just a fictional character. It is easier to say about love for a fictional character, because it brings less problems for a teenager, especially when he is living with three brothers and a father who likes to tease as well. Donatello needs to be careful and outline the area of emotions he could show, so that he does not get hurt.

Now, dear passangers, we are returning to the previous episode, shall we?

Donnie presents to his brothers his precious Turtle tank, but she's gone, and it's really necessary to find out, who has taken her. And the first person to suspect is April.

Something is odd, don't you think? Yeah, Raphael has taken tyre for their "Midnight special", Leo claimed that Donnie's stuff is common, but they are D's beothers. It's natural for family to borrow(stole) stuff of each other. But this trend was not observed in April. She would never steal anything from Donnie, much less steal anything from him.

Actually, there is a good, logical and solid explanation here. April was number 1 in Donatello' suspect list, because he simply told her about Turtle tank. His brothers didn't know he were working at Moon buggy, except Mikey (Orange helps Dee get the vehicle from Repomantis), but they didn't know what exactly Donnie was working for. They didn't know he build the Turtle tank, he kept it a secret, to surprise his brothers. But April knew.

- Alright you! Where's our turtle tank?

- Hi, DONNIE. You have 9 seconds to say, why are you just broke my door.

- Someone's stole Donnie's turtle tank.

- Haha-ow, I see. As your best friend, you naturally suspect me.

- She gets it!

- Oh-ho, don't give me that! You're the only one could taken it!

The only one, because she knew about it.

As Splints said in this episode - "April is not a snitch"

Donatello does trust April and share with her both, sorrows and joys. But we are not shown this directly. We do not see the action itself, we do not see their calls and conversations on the phone late at night, we only see the consequence. We have no choice and take it as a given.

And the way she cooled him down? Fast, efficient, and Donnie seems to used to it. Moreover, she slapped everyone, but still, she throw Don out of window the last. However, why such a large time delay between him, being slapped and him, was throwing out of the window?

And my favourite scene. It was obvious that Donnie had taken the hardest hit (judging by his scream and the way he was putting his knuckles back in place). Don then claims that their inner circle is secure, Mikey tries to make amends for everyone, and April agrees, blowing them a kiss and closing the window. Cute and mean, isn't it? (You're cute! but mean! why do I always go for your type?! - ep. War and Pizza)

Nota bene: Donnie wouldn't apologize to April. Tough, not caring badass boy image, remember? Even to best friends. It's hard to him to express his feelings by using words, he cannot do it in proper way. But he has Mikey, who is so alike inner him. Michelangelo apologizes not only for himself, but for D mostly, because D starts suspected April.

Let's continue: the episode 8B: Hypno Part Deux

• Donnie put "Donnie's blocker" at April's phone to protect her.

It's common thing that your friend install some programs or apps on your device. But you will always ask your friend to do such a favour, and you will always know about what, when and where were installed on your phone.

And April didn't know Donnie had done something with her phone. It was a real surprise for her, to see blocker with "Donnie says no-no-no".

And you know, the interface of his app. The way he tell this current phrase. Donnie could put a huge banner "THE APP YOU WANT DOWNLOAD TO IS A REAL PIECE OF GARBAGE", as usual antiviruses do. But no, voice interface. It makes the app more personal and thoughtful. Because when Don made gifts for his brother, the program was voiced by a computer-generated female voice. Yes, the tank's interface is voiced by Donatello himself, but his voice sounds more like Google than the real Don. And, we talking about HIS BABEY, for a second. Bit still, the point remains.

• Also, Dale.

Dale is nerdy boy in purple, wow, how convenient for making a parallel with certain purple turtle.

But thing is, April doesn't like Dale. He's clingy, remora guy, who has a little obsession with April, even he's not harmful, still, such behaviour freaks girls (and not them only) out. Her classmate is usually tell her what April O'Neil is "his favourite person" and he loves her. There is little that is attractive about this behavior.

So, there is nothing new and unpredictable here that Dale was rejected. Because April didn't, doesn't and won't like him because of his lame personality and strange behaviour. Our girl in yellow do right thing: she clearly sets personal boundaries and does not allow any dubious personalities to invade them. So that's the reason she refuses to go on a date with him at the end. He's weird, obsessed, and she doesn't like him.

Donatello, as far as I concerned from different versions of TMNT, was always a little obsessive with some things. And, you know, putting a blocker inside your best friend's phone seems a little weird, because it's, in simple words, violation of privacy and personal space. And there are people who may regard this as stalking or sorta.

Yeah, for the most part, he gets away with it, not only because April's focus is in a different area, but also because their bond is stronger than April's with anyone else at school.

She has known him for years. Donnie is her best friend. I can't say that it's fine to her when Dee violates her personal space - her phone, but April can accept Donatello's personality in general.

And he does really have good intentions. Donnie installed this blocker, developed by himself only for one reason: to protect personal space April from fishy apps from nowhere, from being hacked and etc. Don knew her too well, how much she depends on stupid apps that will distract her. He also knew well, that he can't be with her 24/7 to fix problems with April's phone, so Dee put a part of himself to prevent any harm in the future.

And again, "Donnie's gifts"'s vibes. Donatello genuinely cared about April, because he wrote, coded, developed, designed, and dubbed it, turned on the database, and installed it all on April's phone. 'cause, you know, writing programs in general is a bit of a hassle, but writing an antivirus is much more difficult, because viruses are changing, and questionable applications are finding ways to bypass. Do you feel how much effort Dee put in for her?

But Donatello didn't mean to fix April, as he tried to do with his brothers. Purple turtle accepts this girl the way she is, and tries his best to play smoothly with April, by adjusting, not being passive aggressive jerk. It's his outstanding way to show his caring nature, soft side.

Remember, small but meaningful actions.

Maybe, Donnie also can foresee that April may be forced to download some suspicious program, but still, it work: he managed to prevent April being hypnotized, even if couldn't be physically with April at the this moment - Dee was working for Repo Mantis, building dog's paradise for Todd. That's why, by the way, Leo and Raph were dragged into this whole situation. Mayham would teleported literally anyone to help his hostess. Donnie just wasn't at the Lair at the moment.

And on this note, we'll take a break for now. Stay tuned, expect parsing of the series, there's a lot to discuss.

Part 2

Part 3

[abysslarchiving]

i’m primarily somewhere else today, but i saw the ship thing and wanted to give it a go ! even though there are some ships i’m partial to, it still pales to the dynamics built through ooc communication, mun interaction, and build up. that being said, i will ship things with no canon basis because i’m unhinged. these are dynamics on my wish list.

mondstadt:

jean ( bffs / childhood best friends / wingman / wingwoman / wlw + mlm solidarity / i’m too cool for romance novels but at the same time can you believe that arturia chose the duke instead of the handsome bard instead, it’s the lack of taste for me — ) lisa ( bffs / childhood best friends / wingman + wingwoman / fwb / romantic / they have tea / gossip sessions every thursday afternoon and trade recommendations about the restricted section of the library ) klee / amber / razor / bennet / fischl / sucrose / noelle ( older brother kaeya dynamic pls, pls, pls ) + barbara ( bffs with kaeya primarily because they both scheme on how to get jean a significant other, otherwise kaeya rarely goes to the cathedral ) diluc ( i want them to be brothers again so badly, pls, just a smidge of reconciliation ) literally anyone at the dawn winery ( familial relations :gun: hand them over ) venti ( kaeya wanted to learn his secrets but ended up becoming drinking buddies instead / knows something is up with this chaotic gremlin but will keep his mouth shut because he appreciates the friendship ) albedo ( otp / frienemies / enemies / platonic / fwb / romantic / you use the alchemy art that killed my nation pls respond ) mona ( frienemies / you cannot be lied to and i keep lying do you wanna make out / but otherwise / possibly romantic ? / platonic / pls kaeya comes from khaenri’ah he is also an astrology bitch, i want them to be friends / but only if you can be friends with a sagittarius sun - gemini moon - scorpio rising ) rosaria ( frienemies / enemies / fwb ? exes ? / idk man something happened between those two and i wanna know, i wanna know so bad ) varka ( kaeya had a crush on him when he was still a squire which he eventually grew out of but jeans, dilucs, and other knights are free to tease him about it / want that mentor relationship though / want that someone who saw things in kaeya and believed he was destined for greatness ) other knights ( friendship ??? camaraderie ??? please ??? ) huffman ( the running joke on this blog has always been that they’re frienemies ) wagner ( had a one night stand once, kaeya still flirts occasionally, no you will not change my mind ) pallad ( dfghjk i’m joking, stay away pls and thanks ) dvalin ( dvalin if you read this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out / please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night when i am free )

liyue:

zhongli ( i saw cute art once and went owo / platonic / fwb / romantic / you have secrets and a billion stories to tell while i love secrets and love listening to people’s stories / coincidence ? i think not ) beidou ( drinking buddies / both of you require so many of my treasure hoarder coins so you might as well become friends when hunting for them / wingman + wingwoman / my grandfather was a pirate i swear i know how to sail properly — ) ningguang ( fwb / one night stand / they still flirt occasionally but lbr they’re both too narcissistic to be more than friends / wingman + wingwoman / can we talk ? one ten to another ? i’m an eleven but continue ) keqing ( frienemies ? reluctant allies ? idk i just feel like she wouldn’t like him / yes i do sort of ship them romantically but i cannot even begin to start telling you why ) xiangling ( older brother dynamic but also / what do you mean this is spicy ? the hottest thing on the menu ? are you sure ? / kaeya’s love of spicy food + cryo vision + no preservation instinct = interesting customer ) chongyun ( i saw cute art and now want an older brother dynamic / cryo buddies ) actually that includes xingqiu / xingyan ( older brother dynamic pls ) this includes xiao ( treats similarly like a siblings or annoying friend / no it doesn’t matter if you’re older than me by a few millenia / i have a feeling xiao would hate kaeya instinctively because of attitude ) master zhang ( kaeya flirts with him when he’s in liyue but hasn’t gotten a response yet ) baizhu ( oh doctor, please ~ i’m in need of your healing / okay, then i perscribe bedrest and three doses of [ redacted ] a day / wait, no, this isn’t what i wanted — )

snezhnaya:

childe ( otp / i trip and all the chaeya doodles i’ve drawn fall out of my pockets / possible childhood friends ? “met in the abyss” friends ? incredibly chaotic shifty friends ? / frienemies / fwb / enemies with benefits / enemies / enemies to lovers / i really am so weak for this ship and interactions / ooo even wingmen dynamic / i just want them to interact ) foul legacy ( winks ) signora ( cryo friends pls interact / general alignment does not matter )

inazuma:

ayaka ( as stated above cryo friends pls interact )

khaenriah:

dainsleif ( otp / incredibly wary acquaintances ? family friends ? family acquaintances / kaeya learned about the bough bearer in khaenri’ahn mythology class ? frienemies ? enemeies ? enemies to lovers / there are so many question marks because i have no idea how they’d interact but i want all of it / dainsleif roleplayers pls talk to me pspspsps )

other:

fatui skirmishers / cicins / agents ( twirls hair around finger / hi ) abyss heralds ( :flushed: / :hot face: / :sweating: ) cryo abyss mages ( hey, you’re actually where i learned like eighty percent of my technique and aesthetic so, you’re cool, and i might not even try to kill you out in the field as long as you don’t hurt my party, okay ? ) oc’s ( :gun: hand them over )

[aria-i-adagio]

5,10, 14,20 please!

Gracias! I’m guessing this is from the OTP asks and for Anders/Hawke. Hope it is.

10) What scares them about entering a relationship?

Heheh.

Anders, of course, is convinced that being with him will likely get Hawke killed. Or that Hawke will decide that he’s a monster who is unworthy of being loved.

Adrian gets intensely attached to people. (Anxious attachment style.) He’s deeply afraid of getting into a relationship only to lose another person he loves.

14) What makes them feel loved? Would they build up the courage to ask for it?

Good news. They’re both idiots, but they’re both touch-starved idiots. Asking for it probably isn’t a problem.

Adrian is also very much a “I found this thing I thought you’d like/made me think of you, here is it. Do you like it? Please like it.” kind of guy.

20) When would they say “I love you?” Do they say it first? Do they say it often, or is it reserved for special moments?

With Anders canonical default endearment being ‘my love’, there’s plenty of evidence that he’d also be fairly free with the “I love you.” Adrian tends to be a bit more reserved. Be that as it may, Adrian said it first.

5) How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

I guess the question is like versus *like*.

I tend to go with the idea that no matter what romance route is played that Anders has at least some romantic interest in Hawke from Act 1. But after Karl’s death, I think there’s a combination of both not being ready and believing that he’s too dangerous for anyone to be in a relationship with him.

Adrian was interested in Anders from very early on. Oddly attractive man with a ‘sexy, tortured look’ develops into honest admiration of the fact that Anders is one of the few people in Kirkwall who’s actually interested in doing something good. But he’s A) used to playing his cards close to his chest (as while Ferelden may not particularly care about same-sex relationships, there does seem to be something of an expectation that they shouldn’t get in the way of children, Leandra has definitely messed with his head, etc.), and B) he’s a small, somewhat insecure ball of anxiety who’s afraid of rejection. He also very good at repressing things, so for most of Act 1, he’s in denial of being interested beyond a “yep, that one’s handsome.”

However, have a show rather than tell. (SFW fic below. Unedited.)

Hawke has determined that he does not like the Deep Roads. And he hates Bartrand. Who the fuck does that? Leaves their brother to die over a chunk of stone, or whatever that idol was made of?

You let your brother die. You left him.

That was different. I couldn’t protect him. I tried, I swear.

Bethany sneaks up on him from behind and loops her arm through his. She leans her head on his shoulder. “Carver was already dead, ‘Dri.”

He knows that she can’t actually read minds, but sometimes he wonders whether she picked the skill up somewhere. Or maybe it’s a little sister thing. He stops walking and tilts his head to the side, touching his cheek to her hair. “I should have -”

“If any of us could have, we would have.” Bethany pats the other side of his face. “Look about, is this a decently safe place?”

The Deep Roads do require a qualifier for the word safe. Adrian lifts his head and glances around. Ahead, there’s a bridge over a chasm. If it’s sturdy enough, it will give them good lines of sight and walls on two sides. “Ahead will do.”

“Thanks, ‘Dri.” Bethany lets go of his arm and jogs ahead to where Varric and Anders are walking together, both with their weapons in hand, reasoning that if Anders could sense darkspawn, Varric might be able to take them down with Bianca before they got too close. Or thin them out. “Hey. Think it’s night yet?”

“You’re the only Sunshine I see. What’s your opinion?”

“That I’m tired.”

Varric looks around and shrugs. “Then it’s night. Might as well make camp.”

Hawke keeps watch well after they've eaten a sad and meager (who knows how long they'll be searching for an exit now?) meal of hard bread. Bethany told him that he didn't need to; the glyphs she and Anders had set on either end of the bridge would last far past the time Varric's little clockwork watch was set to come. But he couldn't talk himself into following her advice. Darkspawn had killed Carver. They were not going to take Bethany from him.

He isn't the only one still awake. Anders had laid out his bedroll as close to the fire as he could, and he huddles close to the glow of the embers. He’d panicked when Bartrand swung the door closed on in, and once it became clear that neither Varric nore Hawke would be able to pick the locking mechanism, cast multiple spells at the door before giving up on the idea of breaking through it by force. The mage had been quiet since, not even Varric had been able to draw him out.

"You alright?"

Anders lifts his face. There are always dark circles around his eyes, but they look worse in the low light of the fire. "I hate the Deep Roads."

"You could have said no." Hawke asked him to come because he had experience with the Deep Roads, and Darkspawn, and according to what was said of the Grey Wardens would be able to sense them ahead of time. "I would have understood."

Anders smiles grimly. "They're worse without a cat."

"You should try to sleep."

"You should too. Those glyphs I set were designed by a Warden mage. They're strong. This spot is as safe as it's going to get."

"Good to know." Hawke lies down, unsure whether he'll sleep, or just rest his eyes and listen for trouble. "Hey, Anders -"

"Yes?"

"Thanks for coming with me."

"Well, I'm here now."

It might have been an hour, it might have been two, and Hawke might have fallen asleep, or he might have been awake the whole time, but his eyes snap open the moment he hears something other than the crackling of coals. A low, distressed groan and panicked, incoherent mumbling. Hawke opens his eyes. There’s just enough of a glow left in the few embers to see Anders rolling over fitfully, flinging his arm out, nearly managing to catch his fingers in what’s left of the fire. His other arm falls over his mouth, muffling what might have been a scream if allowed to escape.

Hawke tosses off his blanket and crawls across the pavers to him. As he pulls Anders outstretched arm back from the fire, the mage’s eyes snap open and he bolts upright with a gasp, forehead knocking against Hawke’s chin.

“Hey there. You were dreaming.”

“I can hear them.” Anders curls forward, draws his long legs against his chest, and wraps his arms around his knees. “I can still hear it.”

"Hear what? The darkspawn?"

Anders doesn't respond with words, he just goes limp and slumps to the side. Adrian catches him and lets him lean his head against his shoulder. He's perfectly still for a minute, then awkwardly runs his hand through the mage's hair, not entirely sure Anders is awake enough to know where he is, much less who's holding him.

"Take a few deep breaths, okay?" Adrian wraps his other arm around Anders' and pats his shoulder. His joke about Anders 'sexy, tortured look' didn't seem quite as funny at the moment. "Nothing has tripped the glyphs you set. We're okay."

Anders' breathing calms, at least a little. "It's so dark. I can't do this again. I can't."

"I'd build back up the fire for you, but there's no fuel left." Varric had carefully gathered a certain dry fungus from the walls of the cages as they walked. It was the only combustible material available. "Do you hear them more, in the dark?"

"Or I hear nothing in the dark. Not a sound, not a word. I'm alone in it again, and..." The pitch and volume of his voice begins to rise and on instinct, Adrian hugs him tightly. Maker, the poor man is miserable. Hawke never would have asked him to come if he had only known.

Anders shudders and hiccups. "I can't be alone in the dark."

"I'm here." What happened to Anders that made the dark so terrifying? The Deep Roads themselves weren't always dark. Parts were. Other parts were lit by the glow of some sort of marvelous dwarven lamps that still worked after centuries. This wasn't one of those areas, and the lower the embers grow, the more Anders trembles. Without really noticing it, Adrian begins to rub his back and whisper in his ear, the way he sometimes had when one or the other of the twins woke with a childhood nightmare.

He doesn't know Anders well. It's maybe been three or four months since he sought him out to get the maps of the Deep Roads. He's good to know though - a good man. Bethany agrees. And Varric had taken the mage under his wing; Hawke knew the dwarf was paying off the Carta to leave the Darktown clinic alone.

Anders is also handsome in his own way, devilishly funny, and flirtatious, despite the very sad look he gets in his eyes if someone mentions the word Tranquil. 'I hadn't seen him in years,' Anders said, the one time Adrian got him to talk. 'But you know how it is, with first loves.'

Adrian does not actually know how it is with first loves. What relationships he had in Lothering weren't love affairs, just temporary flings with a presumed end date. A Ferelden freeholder needs a wife, needs children to help him work the land. It's just the way of things. No sense in getting too attached.

Like he's getting attached to this mage who hides years of sadness underneath dry humor. Anders has put himself back together a few times already, and right now, the cracks are showing.

"Lay back down. I'll stay with you."

It takes a few more shivers and hiccups before Anders does stretch his long limbs back out. Adrian intends to just sit next to him, maybe keep their fingers together, but Anders pulls at his arm until he lies down beside him on the narrow bedroll, on his side with his head cushioned on his folded arm. Adrian hesitantly strokes Anders' hair, and when that earns him a soft sigh, loops his free arm around the other man and snuggles a bit closer.

After all, it's not just dark in the Deep Roads, it's damn chilly as well. That’s what he tells himself.

When Varric’s little mechanical clock chimes a fake morning, Hawke still curled up around Anders, and Bethany is smirking at him.

[foreverfangirlalways]

What’s Your Name? (Chapter 2)

Chapter Title: Coffee, Cafes, and Conversations

Summery: Logan talks with Remy, and Virgil tells Patton about his encounter. Remy and Virgil also have a very interesting phone call.

Ships: Analogical, RemyxCriticxEmile, Moceit

Warning: teasing, threats, foreshadowing, pastshadowing(?), obvious gays being oblivious

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

(please give some love to my wonderful cowriter @star-crossed-shipper, as well as @kuroyurishion, who has given me quite a few ideas for future chapters!)

/I totally projected my best friend and I’s dynamic onto Remy and Virgil’s dynamic, incase anyone is wondering why they act like they do!\

<A super mega thank you to @winterknight1087! They give me ideas on Remy’s partners and certain plot points for this chapter, including the bit about why Logan got a job working for Remy!>

*if you want, message me or comment with theories of what happens next! I’ll credit you of course, I just want readers input on how the story should go!*

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Logan had just finished restocking the sugar racks when Remy came busting through the door.

“What’s up bitches? Your favorite insomniatic slut is here and just got two cuties to love and cherish!”

Remy sat on the counter and Logan handed Remy his specialty coffee, totally not trying to butter him up or anything.

“Ah, my favorite employer. You have returned. So, how did your romantic endeavors go? Was my guess of woe correct?” Logan asked, watching Remy take a big gulp of his drink the sigh.

“Nope! It was what onderful! He was so sweet, likes cartoons, and even helps people! He’s an angel. I’ve been friends with him since middle school, and we were just catching up. His boyfriend is just like him, and we were actually partners in a few classes when I was still in college. We all met at the park and then went for brunch. I commented on how they look like such a happy couple and I wish I could have that, and then they invited me to join in their relationship! They both confessed to liking me and long story short, I am now in a polygamous relationship with my childhood friend Critic and my psychology partner Emile!”

“Wow.” Logan said, looking faintly surprised. “I’m impressed. You got two boyfriends and I didn’t even manage to get his name.”

Remy whipped around and hopped off the counter. He set down his drink and leaned over the counter with his chin atop his hands.

“So Logie,” Remy smirked, “whose the guy? You told me that you pride yourself on being able to make people trust you enough to get names from them without using your fae magic. That’s the whole reason you wanted this job. Well, aside from having the privilege of working for me, of course.”

Logan nodded. “I know. People typically throw their names at me way too trustingly, but I don’t think he trusts very easily. It’s a shame, he is extremely aesthetically appeasing. I even tried to non-magically charm him and it still didn’t work. He definitely has walls.”

Remy nods like he understands, but the smirk has yet to leave his face.

“Ooo, so Logan, who’s the hottie that evaded you and your flirting? Was he a regular?”

Logan shook his head. “I’ve never seen him before but he said he knows you.”

Remy raises his eyebrow and takes a sip of his drink.

“The name he gave me was Anxiety.”

“SPPPTTHTT!” Remy spewed out coffee. Logan looked alarmed, but Remy more so.

“No shit?! He visited? And I missed it? You think he’s hot? Oh, oh Logan. I’ve known Anx my whole life, he’s like a little brother. All I can say is good luck. And be patient.”

Logan wipes up the mess and responds. “I shall take your words into consideration. I’ll admit, I got frustrated because he has been the first to give me a false name, and I really wanted his name, but if it takes time for me to break down his walls it shall be time well spent.”

Remy nods and a very serious look passed over his face. He grabs Logan by the tie, pulling, and Logan is so startled he drops his rag.

“It will be time well spent because if you even so much as accidentally put too much foam into his ‘Damnit Karen’, I will fire you in more ways then one. Am I understood?”

“Perfectly.” Logan said while straitening his tie. He then got an idea.

“Say Remy, what did you say his name was again?”

Remy tilts his head.

“Anxiety?”

“No, you called him by another name.”

Remy thought for a moment the made an ‘o’ with his mouth.

“Anx? Yeah, that’s just a childhood nickname I gave-“

Remy looks at Logan slightly disappointingly and crosses his arms.

“...him. And if you want his true name, you can make him trust you enough to get it without using your magic. And if you try with any of your tricks, keep in mind that I know just what type of paralyzing  nightmares to send your way.”

Logan blinked and picked up his rag. Despite his particular stand as a fae, he does not like people to know of it, and he does not like to use his magic on people.

However, Remy knows of Logan’s standing and magical capabilities, and is the only person that can truly intimidate Logan.

“I can tell that Anxiety is very close to you. And you are extremely protective of him. I never had any intentions of using magic on him, and if anything, that decision has just been solidified.”

Remy looked satisfied with that response. He started to walk away, and in a burst of nervous energy, recklessness, and perhaps a slight death wish, Logan called out.

“Remy, wait.”

Remy turned around and raised his eyebrow.

“Yes?”

Logan swallowed and adjusted his glasses.

“I promise I will never use magic on him unless I have your permission and his consent, but I was wondering if you would mind if I... try to get his name using different tactics?”

Remy crosses his arms and steps forward. “What tactics?”

“... uhh, well, charming him? If that is approvable.”

Remy swiped his hand over his face and huffed out a laugh. Then the laugh got stronger and he flopped into the nearest chair.

“So let me get the stra- let me get this gay, you want my permission to flirt with my little brother?”

“Yes...?”

Remy rolled his eyes. “For such a smart person, you are a complete dumbass. Do you remember when I told you about one of my friends that I basically adopted and we were roommates before I opened up shop?”

“Yes, you told me that we would be a cute couple and your ‘otp’ ?”

“Uhuh, the friend is Anxiety.”

Logan’s mouth dropped open in shock. Remy shook his head, still chuckling.

“Yes, I give you permission to flirt.”

“Thank you Remy. Would you like me to keep you updated? I could ‘spill the tea’ as you say.”

“Oh, absolutely! Now, excuses me, I have a brother to call and get his side of the story. And we are going to talk afterwards too, so don’t go to far! I’m sure you want to know if he finds you hot too.”

Logan finished up an order and smirked. “Oh, he does.”

Remy walked to his office and laughed. “I can’t wait to hear this.”

-_-_-_-

Virgil left Bitchin’ Brews, he headed straight to Sunshine Daycare.

‘Alright, so, Patton gets off at 12, five minutes. He can give me advice...’

Virgil stood beside the entrance, and waited. Patton exited, saw Virgil, and ran to him.

“Virgil! Hi! What are you doing here?” Patton asked while hugging him.

“Hey Pat. I was wondering if you wanna have lunch together? I kinda want to talk to you about a few things...”

Patton nodded and looped his arm through Virgil’s. “Sounds perfect. Let’s go to The Mindpalace Cafe and chat!”

Once they were seated and ordered their drinks, Virgil cleared his throat.

“Ok, so, I wanted to talk to you and get advice about this thing that happened this morning. I went to go see Remy, but he was not there. There was the really attractive barista, and he told me Remy was out, getting a boyfriend or something.”

Patton nodded along, but was slightly confused.

“Ok I get that, but I don’t understand what’s wrong?”

“Well... he’s fae. He asked for my name, got upset when I said Anxiety, and completely blanched when I called him out on being fae.”

Patton instantly became concerned. He grabbed Virgil’s arm, started checking his pulse.

“Did he enchant you? Your pulse is normal, but did he? Is that what this is about? I’m so sorry Virgil, I can’t believe this happened aga-“

Virgil leaned over and pressed his hand to Patton’s mouth.

“No, nothing like that. He didn’t enchant me or anything, he just got a bit frustrated with me for not giving my name.”

Removing his hand and seeing that Patton’s still confused, he continued.

“I need you thoughts and advice because... he flirted with me to get my name. No enchant, regular flirting. I didn’t give it to him, of course, but how do I go back? That’s my favorite coffee shop, Remy is there, you are laughing. Why are you laughing?”

Patton composed himself and shook his head. “Virgil, sweetie, as one of your best friends I say this to you with the upmost respect... you’re kind of stupid.”

Virgil looked as insulted as he felt.

“Please don’t be offended Verge, I just don’t understand your problem. A person you find attractive, flirted with you, didn’t enchant or take advantage of you in anyway, and only got slightly offended. I see nothing wrong.”

Virgil couldn’t believe his ears. He rubbed his forehead, trying not to groan aloud.

“Seriously Pat? I’m anxious about everything! I don’t trust the fae, and I don’t know if I can trust the barista. How can I go to Remy’s if I can’t trust the person who works there?”

Patton pondered that. After a few moments, he held up a hand.

“Oh! I know!”

“Yes Patton?”

“Talk to Remy. If he has done nothing wrong, simply ask Remy if you think it would be wise to stay in contact with the cute barista. He will understand your concerns.”

Virgil was amazed. He fiddled with the edge of his sleeve and looked up.

“That’s great advice! Uhhh, I should have thought of it.”

Giggling, Patton patted Virgil on the head. “It’s ok, here’s a Patton pat. At least we get lunch!”

After lunch, Patton and Virgil parted. Virgil heads to his dorm, and his phone rings as soon as he shuts the door.

“Remy? Hey! What’s up?”

“Bitch, how the hell am I supposed to know? You never talk to me anymore!”

“Hey, don’t blame me, I came by today, and you weren’t there.”

Remy sighed. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was at a brunch. Speaking of, do you remember Critic?”

Virgil removed his boots and jumped onto his bed.

“The Critic you wanted to ask to prom but chickened out? Both years?”

“Yes you asshole. That Critic. I thought I said we were never to mention that again?”

“No, you said you wouldn’t. I just got more ice cream for you.”

“ALRIGHT! Enough about that, anyways, the reason I asked was because I am now dating Critic and his boyfriend Emile.”

“The sa-“

“Yes! That Emile.”

Virgil laughed. “Alright, congrats dude! I’ll give them the brother talk next time I see them.”

“No, please don’t. Changing subject, what happened when you came to the shop?”

Taking a deep breath, Virgil prepared himself. “Well, I met your barista. He’s fae. And he asked for my name.”

“What happened? He didn’t do anything wrong, did he?” Remy asked, knowing full well what happened but still getting ready to commit murder if Virgil said yes.

“No no, nothing like that. He was a bit frustrated that I gave a fake name, but other than that everything seemed fine. I just don’t know what to do. He’s really attractive, but he’s also fae, and he works for you...”

Remy huffed out a laugh. “So, you think he’s attractive?”

“Really? That’s what you got? That I think he’s hot?”

“Yep!” Remy responded, popping the p.

Rolling his eyes, Virgil decided to take Patton advice. “Yes, but I’m not sure I can trust him. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I don’t think I could continue to go to Bitchin’ Brews if I can’t trust the barista.”

“Verge, I’ve talked to him. I already knew about the meeting. He was a bit irked having not gotten your name, but that’s just because you were the first person to not freely give it to him. He has already swore to never enchant anyone at my shop, and he told me that he will never use any magic on you unless you ask first. It is up to you, but I think he’s a good guy.”

Virgil sighed, relieved and grateful for the good report.

“Oh, and one other thing,” Remy said, smirk evident in his voice. “He finds you hot as well.”

Virgil groaned and Remy laughed. They continued talking until around six, when Virgil was promptly told to, “go get some damn food in you, ya twig!”

Virgil eventually went to bed, and had decided that he would give the cute barista a chance, but definitely make him work for the name.

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[h0odspice]

Following up about the suicidal ex.

I've blocked him and he just makes new emails, uses new phone numbers, different apps. This is my only form of social media because everything else is just too much exposure. I've contacted the authorities and all he does is threaten suicide by cop. He leaves voicemails telling me to call for help when he self-harms and then when I do, leaves messages saying he's going to open the door wielding a knife. He's statuesque and Black on top of that so it's almost like that's what he wants.

His mother doesn't care that he's suicidal. She encourages it. So has his grandmother. I'm really at a loss. The last time I contacted his mom for his address to send help, I got otp with 911 and then she lied and told her son/my ex that she was the one who contacted them and that I told the cops to put him in handcuffs.

He knows where I work. He even got a job with me just to keep tabs. He's contacted my professors in order to communicate with me when I blocked him. And he goes around telling everyone he works with we're still together. I'm so mad at myself for not seeing the signs beforehand but now I feel trapped. I don't want him to die. I know there's childhood trauma, abuse and mental illness involved. I don't hate him. I just want him out of my life. I feel like I'm being punished at this point.

Thank you for answering 💌

It’s genuinely no longer you’re issue I can tell your very empathetic and are doing your best. It isn’t your issue I would take the note to the authorities and best case scenario I would stop responding to him. Please protect yourself and your energy. I would report it and provide the proof if possible, but you need to protect yourself YOU’RE YOUR NUMBER ONE PRIORITY ESPECIALLY YOUR SAFETY ! I hope all becomes better VERY SOON though !

[starspatter]

WIP Challenge

Tagged by: @summertime-children

Tagging: @astrologista, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @cryptoriawebb, @ibmiller, @iceperialprincess, and @otherwise-uncolonized

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

I'll also do what deta did and post comments + short fragments.  (Be warned it'll be very long though, and most of these are actually Pokémon fics since I was a much more prolific writer when I was younger, and that was the fandom I wrote mainly for.)  I also won't be including "Heroes and Thieves" on here (or any DC/superhero stuff really since I’ve essentially “done” everything I had planned for now), as *technically* it is all already completed in draft form, and I'd like to keep things a surprise for whenever I do end up posting~

Hero and Seek

“Well, we’re all together now, so let’s have some fun, all right?  Don’t worry, it’s really simple.  One person is the ‘demon’, and the others have to hide from him.” “Eh?  A ‘demon’?  But that’s scary!” Three pairs of eyes turned up to her in fear.  Those eyes, which screamed and streamed the stark color of blood the first time she saw them – not just from tears, but from the ‘monster’ they believed dwelled deep within.  She thought for a moment, then removed her scarf. “How about this then?  Whoever’s the ‘hero’ has to find and rescue the others.  It’s a very important Blindfold Brigade mission!”

I’ll start with the one Kagepro fic I did attempt at least, which I described previously here, but is basically about Ayano + the Meka Trio playing “Hide and Seek” for the first time.  (I actually had it originally titled as that but just came up with this new version on the spot lol I’m so clever~)  For some reason I’ve always been hesitant about reading/writing Kagefic, but I actually got a fair bit farther in this than I thought, so perhaps I should try to finish it someday... Princes and Frogs

“K-Koizumi-senpai… Um… Please go out with me!” Itsuki stared down at the tiny underclassman, watching a rose mantle spread slowly over her cheeks as she gazed back with shy, but determined hope in her bespectacled eyes.  The older boy could make out his own handsome face reflected off the lens, a virtual image embellished by sparkling hearts and stars.  With dim satisfaction and relief, Itsuki ensured that his bright, patient smile betrayed no hint of the weary sigh that whispered behind it.

This is an intro excerpt of the first chapter I planned to write for an ItsuHaru fic from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which I only ever posted the prologue for.  ItsuHaru was my first obsessive OTP, and I still think about returning to this story someday (especially since I have now proven to myself I *can* finish a full chapter fic if I put my mind to it), but it’s been so long I feel like I’d need to refresh my memory of the whole series/am still holding out hope for a Season 3 to motivate me again. *shot*

Fall to Pieces

As Itsuki stared at Yuki’s vacant visage, his resentment kept building.  His hands clenched, rigidly gripping the edge of the table.  Somehow, it just didn’t seem fair.  That she could so easily ignore the madness fate had dealt them, never reveal any signs of suffering or bitterness towards her situation, and yet always, always wear the same damn expression on her face. How could she possibly stand it? He can’t stand it. (any more)

An ItsuYuki one-shot, where Itsuki basically blows up at her from pent-up frustration over having to wear a mask all the time and his hidden feelings for Haruhi.  The two start to form a connection over their respective “unrequited loves”/understanding of each other’s pain, and one thing leads to another...  Like “Heroes and Thieves”, this is in fact technically “complete”, since I actually used the leftover steam from the former towards finishing at least one thing I started a long time ago - although I’m still not sure I’m totally satisfied with it/kinda want to wait to figure out what I’m doing with my other ItsuHaru fics before I publish it by itself.  (Incidentally the working title comes from an Avril Lavigne song lol.)

Little White Lies

“Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love.  But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty--perhaps the difficulty.” -George MacDonald, The Light Princess - Haruhi Suzumiya was walking on air. Itsuki could tell by the way she glided into the clubroom, sailing like a paper airplane – or a balloon with an inflated ego to match.

...Yeah that’s as far as I got with this.  This was meant to be a “White Day” story, which is Japan’s “answer holiday” to Valentine’s Day, where guys reciprocate by giving gifts to the girls who gave them chocolates.  I always wondered how the boys actually responded in-universe, and I imagine Itsuki secretly stressing out a lot about taking care to not upstage Kyon, but at the same time wanting to sincerely express his genuine appreciation and feelings towards Haruhi - whatever they may be.  In the end, he settles on a copy of “The Light Princess” by George MacDonald, which I highly recommend reading since it reminds me so much of this pair, and in general is such a fun and snappy “tongue-in-cheek” take on the fairytale genre. Sora in Wonderland

But wait- this one was a bit different from all its brothers and sisters.  For one thing, it was wearing a fancy waistcoat with pockets- and sleeves that were far too long for it.  As soon as it passed by her head, it stopped and slowly turned its head around to stare directly at her with its huge circular yellow eyes.  Sora stared vacantly back for a full five seconds before the information registered in her brain and she suddenly yelled, “Hey!”, and sat bolt upright.  The Heartless panicked upon hearing her voice and fled at top speed across the white sands, headed towards an opening in the rocks; Sora jumped down off her perch and immediately chased after it, no longer caring about the heat.  The Heartless hastily disappeared inside the cave, and Sora soon followed after, determined to catch the freaky little thing and ask it some questions, like what it was doing on the island at this time, and where on earth did it get a waistcoat.

OKAY SO I TOTALLY FORGOT THIS WAS A THING but apparently I tried to write a Kingdom Hearts parody of “Alice in Wonderland” lmao.  I’ve never actually played the games (aside from half of CoM), but it was probably inspired by a crossover art my friend drew? ^^; Also Sora is a girl in this bc that’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it. XP *shot* Note: The following fics are all Pokémon-related so I’ll just be listing them in roughly chronological order (from most recent to ancient, although they’re all pretty old at this point). Stranger

The elder slowly rose to his feet, gazing at the boy, the champion, the stranger.  “In all this time, why didn’t you come back?  You could have seen for yourself how she was.” Lance wanted to yell something defiant, like a child.  But he wasn’t a child.  Children were forgiven for their mistakes.  And he didn’t want to be forgiven. The professor’s ancient hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder.  “It’s the way this town works.  We don’t talk about things that happen outside our own world.  Maybe it was too long ago – too late for you to understand.” Lance didn’t say anything. “At least talk to Delia.  She’s been wanting to see you.” “Sorry.  It’s too late.” “You’re a bastard.” “I know.”

So this looks to be among the last things I’d written before taking a long break from fanfiction circa... 2007, jeeze.  Over 10 years, huh.  But, I think it speaks a certain amount of maturity that it’s the piece I liked most upon rediscovering.  It’s based on an idea I once had that Lance was (unknowingly) Gary Oak’s father, and he was friends/rivals with Ash’s father, who originally won the title of Champion but relinquished it so he could be with his “wife” and kid (or rather, then-pregnant teenage girlfriend).  *Something* happened though (I forget what I had in mind) and he ended up dying, leaving Lance bitter and depressed so he refused to return to Pallet Town because of too many painful memories.  (Though he *cough* “comforted” their other female childhood friend for one night of drunken grief before he left. ;()  What I like most about it honestly is the parallels bw Lance’s relationship with Ash’s dad and their sons’, and that amidst all the angst I enjoyed portraying the earnest energy and optimism of Ketchum(?) senior (”like father like son” after all).  I was definitely inspired by Mitsuki’s father in Full Moon wo Sagashite/Maes Hughes from Fullmetal Alchemist by making him a total “dork dad” who’d brag about his (illegitimate) family on national TV during the championship tournament lol.

Ihavenoidea

Either way, I get the feeling this really wasn’t what I had in mind when I made my decision to quit training.  I mean that in an intuitive sort of way.  Like, sometimes I feel as if I’m not meant to be here, like my life should have ended up differently someplace else.  Perhaps this is just one of those weird inconsistencies I told you about.  Perhaps not.  Even after all that’s happened to me recently, I still can’t really be sure about it.

...No seriously, I have no idea where I was going with this.  As far as I can tell it’s written from the POV of Gary Oak, whom I’ve always had a lot of... “complicated” feelings towards.  It probably has something to do with another concept I’ll discuss next, although for some reason it sounds like I was going for some sort of AU? *shrug* By contrast to the above, it reads like a whiny teenager complaining about his life - which makes me cringe but is probably an accurate portrayal of who I was at the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This one was actually dated a little after the previous, so my best guess is it was some kind of vent rant where I would “give up” writing/creating and “childish” ideals for a while, as I was wont to do - but I still always come back to it somehow... RainbowMolly

Molly stepped out from the car and onto the dusty road, her heart beating wildly.  She could hardly believe she was actually here, of all places. The ride had been long and mind-numbing with anticipation, and now that they’d finally arrived at the destination, it all felt somewhat surreal to her. A small bear clambered out from the vehicle, joining her as she stopped to take in the rustic view that met her bright blue eyes.  She smiled and picked up her Teddiursa, cuddling its warm, fuzzy body close to her own. Her gaze traveled down the road which stretched in both directions, houses lining up against its margins. She followed it with her eyes towards a hill in the distance, on top of which sat what looked like a quaint little farmhouse with a windmill, turning in the summer breeze.  She breathed in the country air, catching whiff of a faint salt smell from an ocean in the distance. So this was Pallet Town.

...Why I didn’t actually name the file “Chasing Rainbows” - which was the title I had planned for this - I don’t know.  This dates back to an old idea I had where I believed Molly Hale from the third Pokémon movie was secretly the true “God” of the Pokémon world - in the sense that the entire universe was an unknowing fantasy of her own creation, similar to Haruhi Suzumiya (ok fine this was totally a crossover/rip-off of the same concept so sue me OTL).  In a place where children never seem to grow up and can go on grand fantastical adventures forever, Gary always struck me as an anomaly who willingly *chose* to forego such a life to pursue more “adult” interests by becoming a researcher.  So I saw him as filling the role of “Kyon” - the cynical narrator who was destined to ground “God” and bring her back down to earth, but at the same time be won over by her innocence and charm and learn to appreciate “kids’ stuff” again.  However, the Legendaries were actually aware of the power Molly holds, and so saw Gary as a threat to their very being - as by “waking” the dreamer and having her face reality meant erasing their kinds’ entire existence.  As the “apocalypse” nearly occurred in the third film, Mew and Celebi took on human disguises (in the form of May and Max respectively) to investigate Ash, who was able to calm Molly and “save” the world by “perpetuating” the delusion (and whom Molly totally has a crush on btw *shot*).  So it’s a bit of a love triangle lol, with Mew and Celebi (*cough* an alien and a time traveler, get it? *shot*) acting as mediators/interference.  (Although Mew might’ve secretly shipped Gary and Molly herself. ;O)

Betrayal

And these blades, these damned scythes that attached themselves to my arms when I was born, a curse upon me since birth, though it had not been apparent up until now.  They were covered with blood, the vital crimson liquid that flows through our bodies, now dripping down the steel surface in a webbed pattern, drops beginning to splatter the pure, emerald grass below.  The arm felt heavy and weak as I tried to lift it, as if it did not belong to me, but that was only a wishful thought.  I gazed calmly at it, inspecting the intricate designs the flow of the substance had created, as if it were an abstract piece of artwork. Tentatively, a pink tongue rolled out and caught a small droplet of it just before it fell from the sharp edge, just to convince myself that it was real.  The semi-sweet, metallic taste confirmed this.  I had indeed taken these men’s lives, just as I had taken hers.

So I remember this was written from the POV of a Scyther who seemingly went on a murderous rampage.  I only know that I wanted to give him an “Edward Scissorhands”-like story, since the idea of having such sharp objects attached to one’s limbs so that one could never directly “touch” another without being a danger is pretty tragic.  I suspect “her” was someone (a human?) he cared about but killed by accident, and after that he was only seen as a symbol of power/treated as a tool to incite fear before eventually rebelling against his “master”... Roses

“If you love someone, you should give them something that’s yours. That shows how much you care for them.” In the darkness, I pictured his smiling face, explaining to me as he wrapped a present for his girlfriend. His blue eyes were shining with a sort of spirit unfamiliar to me; I guessed, a feeling of love.

Another “dark” take on a Pokémon’s biology (I really liked writing explorations of those back then lol), this time of Roselia.  The idea was that a Roselia was so in love with her trainer that she would do anything for him - including allow him to cut off her arms so he could give them to his girlfriend.  I actually ended up turning it into a poem at one point:

Love is like a rose they say, And affection leads to grief they warned. For in the end love betrays, Its Beauty maimed by a poisoned thorn. You gave me pure water with a smile. Your cheerful face became my sun. I offered up my blood to you, And in return demanded none. Chop off my wrists, and tie them together. I’ll gladly bleed myself to death. In order to give you that which I hold most dear. My dear, my dear, Won’t you accept this bouquet? You take it, smiling warily. A blush creeps onto your face. And in those eyes I can see A garden of roses stretched out, Composing a wondrous place. Then you bound my hands in lace, And brought them to the girl next door. You presented them to her with grace. … My blood continued to pour.

Fanfic

She smiled at me, although something about her expression indicated something wasn't quite right.  I watched as she glanced over towards the west, her gaze lingering momentarily on the setting sun.  The glowing, orange sphere was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, peaks cloaked in a pale, lavender haze illuminated by flickering beams of gold and scarlet cast across the horizon.

More accurately, I found this buried in a “catch-all” file where I had several (mostly finished) fics saved.  This was meant to be from the POV of an Eevee who had just evolved - supposedly into an Espeon due to happiness and bond with her trainer, which is what both wanted.  However, since it took place at sunset, she didn’t realize she had become an Umbreon instead, and her trainer ended up abandoning her for it. ;( It was a warm

Children’s shrieks and laughter echoed across the park as they flocked towards each other, and soon were chasing one another round the playground, weaving in and out between the swings as they partook in an innocent game of Tag.  One child was It; she was trying desperately to catch one of her friends so that they would take over the job instead.  Then it would be her turn to run away, for none of them wished to play the loathsome role of It.  Or was it because they feared being tainted by the person’s touch?  It must have been one of the two, for while she would struggle to reach them, catch hold of them, they would only flee, thoroughly enjoying the fact that they were vexing her.  Twice she nearly caught one.  Her fingertips were almost within reach of one of the other girls’ dresses, whose russet tresses were flowing wildly from the rush of movement and shining with golden highlights as the rays of the sun struck individual strands.  The target shrieked and shook her head, whisking her skirt free in time to escape capture, laughing with glee at the sight of the girl left behind, miserable and alone. 

Yeah I totally just went with the default beginning of the first sentence lol.  I guess this comes full circle with the first Kagepro fic I mentioned (although I’m not even sure I was aware back then that the Japanese version of the game literally called “It” a “demon”, which is even more fitting).  I believe this was part of a Pokémon series I was writing involving a creepy little girl and Mewtwo who would bring about the end of the world or something like that, but generally I guess I was just going for a “Catcher in the Rye” feel. *shrug* Golden Lights

The pale, rosy fingers of dawn were filtering in through the Granite Cave entrance, basking a small area near the opening in pinkish illumination.  Just out of reach of its expanse sat little Mika, huddled in the gloom of the shadows, watching the light creep steadily towards her as the glowing ball of fire rose slowly towards the East.  She knew about the Light that came from Outside.  There were plenty other small apertures broken into the cavern walls and ceiling that allowed some thin streams of gold brilliance to trickle through.  She had always done well to avoid them.  The brightness was like poison to her skin.  But they weren’t the Lights she’d had described to her by the old Crobat that always resided now deeper within the underground chambers, dozing now, most likely.  He wouldn’t awaken until night came round, and she did not wish to rouse him and perhaps disturb him from a pleasant dream.  She was very wise about things like that, being the young child that she was.  Still, she would have liked to hear a story to comfort her just then.

Last one I could find, about a Sableye who, like Icarus, literally “flew too close to the sun”.  In this interpretation I imagined that Sableye were creatures who could not stand sunlight at all, as it would cause their skin to burn.  But Mika (pronounced like “Mica”) always dreamed of going outside to see the “Light” anyway.  She was eventually tempted by Mew to leave the cavern under her angelic PROTECTion and step into the Light, who was acting as Ho-Oh’s messenger to “recruit” souls to “live eternal as an element of Ho-Oh’s Guarding Flame“, as the PROTECT faded and a “holy fire” began to spread.  I guess I was going for a Biblical/”Rapture”-esque reference.  (...Man I sure was obsessed with the endtimes as a kid. *shot*)

[soaringlanddormitory]

I wanted to make something for @isshinene!! Have some Elemental AU kind of Exposition!! It contains hints of your otp so!!

There’s some mention of “bedding” someone, but it isn’t really that nsfw? Just mentioned but just a warning in case uwu

The leader of the fire elemental was no other than Isshiki Satoshi. He was a prime example of a wonderful leader. He had the strength to be able to protect the people that wields the fire element, and he had the compassion towards his people. No wonder several loved this man and yet... there was someone who he cared about. Someone who he cared about but chose to be distant with him despite how they knew each other for a long time.

He had a smile on his face and whatever his thoughts were might have been bugging him for the longest time, but he didn’t want to show what he truly felt. His people were always a joy to see, so he’d rather not place out the fake facade he was currently having.

“I can’t believe were going to team up with the Ice Leader! She’s so grumpy, she glares at anyone she looks at!” 

“Kuga... Don’t speak so rudely.” Isshiki smiled nervously. “We’re supposed to be ready for this, we’re going to meet her soon. I think it’s best not to talk badly of her.”

The man named “Kuga” was a companion of Isshiki- but he was known to be loud and sometimes mocking. “Yeah, right.” He crossed his arms. “She probably talks badly of you too.” He snorted. “That’s the kind of person she is, most likely. She’s out here glaring at anyone, she probably thinks her stare makes people piss their pants but it’s just her with her constant period.”

“That’s enough.” Isshiki placed his right hand up before sighing. “I know you don’t like her that much, but the Fire Elemental and the Ice Elemental will have a temporary truce since we’ll be a team until this year’s competition will end.”

Kuga, noticing the sudden serious atmosphere only rolled his eyes. “Fine then.” Even if he wished to speak more, he couldn’t disobey the leader of his Elemental- at least, not at this moment. “For now, I’ll follow what you say.”

“Thank you.” He definitely knew who Nene Kinokuni was. He knew her much more than Kuga Terunori. She worked hard to be in the place she’s in, she went through so many obstacles to be that strong... all he didn’t know was the reason why she always stared at him with despise when-

He looked at her with the exact opposite feeling.

“Leader Isshiki Satoshi.” A common friend of the two suddenly popped out with a grin on his face. “May I talk to you for a moment? It’s a serious matter.”

“Kaoru?” He blinked a couple of times. He was confused because he wasn’t the kind of person to talk so formally. “Yes, of course... But make it quick, I wouldn’t want to disappoint our guests.”

“Wait why am I not included?!”

“Sorry Kuga Terunori, I have no time to waste.”

Yes. This certainly felt different.

The door behind them was locked and Isshiki stood up straight and fixed his clothes. “Why do you need to talk to me?”

“It’s about the Leader of the Ice Elemental.”

“Please don’t tell me you don’t trust her...” Isshiki trusted the gut feelings of Kaoru. He was always someone who was able to predict something out of nowhere, but the words he said... made him much more surprised.

“Bed her.”

“What?!” Yes, the poor leader did not expect this from him. “They’re going here for a formal matter. I would not want to force things so suddenly.” Isshiki had to disagree with the idea, especially the fact that Nene seemed like she hated him. 

“I know it is a formal matter, but do you think that your bond with her will make you two a good team?”

“Do you think my current bond will make her accept me asking that?”

“... Fair point.”

“Why would you think of this in the first place?”

Kaoru smirked at him before answering his question. “Having sex can make you go closer to a person and-”

“I know that’s not the reason. You’d never say things like this.” Isshiki knew him quite well. If something, he was the most gentlemanly person he met. It was quite odd he’d recommend that. “Can you place tell me the real reason? We’re running out of time.”

Kaoru slicked his hair back. “Knew it was a bluff, huh?” He began looking aside. “The real reason why I want you to do this isn’t for the bond. It’s for the power. I’ve heard that if two people wielding elements had some... physical initmacy, they could either become stronger or gain the ability of the other. I think it’s a fair trade.” 

“Is that how you got your ability of the Earth elemental?”

Kaoru paled at the question before he immediately responded. “Fuck no! I wouldn’t bed anyone anyone... At least not yet.” He was quite embarrassed by this question. “I got the Earth element because of my bond with them, also because I have the heritage of it with my father’s side. I would recommend you to get as close as you can with Miss Kinokuni, but that would take much longer.”

Isshiki knew that Kaoru was only worried about him, and he wanted that Fire Elemental to win this competition in hand with the Ice Elemental. “I understand, but don’t worry. I don’t need to learn how to ice to win this competition.” He smiled a bit. “I think I want to bring pride to my people using my own element.”

“If you say so, then I respect your decision. But if you do get close to Miss Icey-Red-Eyes over there, please inform me. I’d love to see you two together.”

“Kaoru...”

“I mean, can you blame me? childhood friend route here we go!” Kaoru laughed at himself before going back to serious business. “Seriously speaking. I want you two to win, but to win... You should get closer. Being two strong people, but having no bond... It’s useless. You’ll both be losing.”

Currently, the two leaders were now facing each other with two chosen people at their sides.

Isshiki was between Kuga and Kaoru while Nene was between Rui and Alice.

“You may leave now, we can handle this.” Her red eyes was focusing on the man in front of her, but the two people by her side understood what she meant.

“Okay Nene-chan~! If anything bad happens be sure to call us!” A girl with white hair winked at her before patting her shoulder. “We’ll be here in seconds! Now, now, let’s go Rui-chan~!” She skipped outside the door while the girl she mentioned only followed her from behind in silence.

“Nakiri Alice and Kofuru Rui are trustworthy people.” Isshiki had a warm smile on his face. 

“Of course I’d pick people who are trustworthy for this meeting.” She sighed before raising an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if that “chibi” was a good choice. He’s always loud, are you sure you made the right decision?”

“Shut up Little Miss Pigtails, you’re just jealous because I at least have people to talk to while you’re-” Kuga got lifted up by the other person beside his leader. “FUCKING-! LET ME GO-”

“No, No. We’re leaving. Good luck, Leader.”

With that, the door behind them was shut close and the two leaders were alone, and their direct attention was at each other.

“I’d like to think he’s trustworthy. He might not seem like it to you, but as someone who’s been with him for so long- I can say that he is.”

“Enough of defending your people.” She quickly changed the topic. “We have to discuss these matters. The competition.”

“I would love to discuss that, but I’d prefer if we get to know each other more. We’d be a team, after all.”

“Listen, Isshiki. I’m only here to discuss formal matters with you. am not here to acts as your friend. I want you to look at me as a fellow leader, not as your companion.”

It couldn’t be helped. He had no choice but to go with the flow. “I do look as you as a leader, Nene. But I hope you know that we would have to be in better terms if we actually win this competition.”

“I don’t see why we should be in better terms- at least personal relationships. The only thing we really need is good teamwork. It’s possible to achieve that without getting close to one another.”

He sighed and he clearly knew that it would be hard to get his way from the start, but he only wished that they could be friends. They only grew more distant after she won last year’s competition against him. “Why do you not want to do anything with me at all?” He finally brings up this question, a question he has always wanted to ask.

It did hurt that the person he wished to be closer to wanted nothing to do with him. The worst thing was he didn’t know why.

She glared at the male. “Should I repeat myself again? We’re only here for the competition. I don’t want to do anything with you. All I want to do is prove that I’m a better leader than you. I did not want to team up with you.”

Well, after she said that, he may have had a plan. It may be a low move, but if it was his only chance on this whole thing to work, then he has to.

“Alright. We’ll go with what you want. Let’s discuss the matters of the competition.”

“Thank you for finally cooperating.”

“But can we have a deal?”

“A deal?” She wasn’t too interested in a deal, but she still wanted to hear him out. “If this has something to “becoming your friend”, I’ll have to deny that.”

“No, nothing to do with it.” He smiled, but it was different than the smile he had shown a couple of times ago. “If we win this competition, we’ll have a duel.”

“What’s so special about that?”

“I won’t hold back.” He smirked. “And I know that you’ve always wanted to fight with me holding back.”

Nene twitched before her eyes got colder. “So you admit that you’ve been doing that?”

This was the only way to get her to work with him. “You have to tell me first.” He ingored her question. “Are we going to team up and win this competition or not? Because if we lose or we don’t become a decent team, the deal is off.”

“I can accept this. Being a good team will only be temporary. My pride lasts forever. If we win this together, then I’ll show you my true potential.”

Excellent, she agreed. “That’s nice to hear from the Ice Elemental Leader.” He showed his hand, offering a hand shake. “It’s nice to be your partner for this competition. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

She looked over at his hand before looking back at his eyes. “Fire Elemental Leader, you better keep this deal.”

She gave him her hand, and they had a short yet firm handshake.

This is what started the alliance between the two teams: Fire and Ice.

[lopithecusfanfiction]

Trick or Treat

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Teen+ Word Count: 2797 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Summary: It's Ko's first time going trick or treating. However, it doesn't go exactly as planned thanks to Bruce the Brood Master™. Warnings: N/A Author's Note: This is part 8 of the Sparks Series. You don’t necessarily have to read the other installments but Mishaps in Raising a Baby is referenced so I suggest you at least read that one (or even to just refresh your memory as to what happened in that fic because it’s been OVER A YEAR since I’ve added anything to this series!! I’m soooooooo sorry!!!) Also, this started out as a happy fic but… it… uh… didn’t stay that way (is that really a surprise?)… sorry… *Goes and hides behind a table* In my defense, the prompt actually doesn’t say whether or not it has to be a happy fic or not. So… *continues to hide* Prompt: imagine your otp dressing/buying their baby’s first halloween costume [X]

Ko’s Age: 1 year old

Tim’s Age: 14 years old

Jason’s Age: 20 years old

Dick’s Age: 22 years old

Clark’s Age: 35 years old

Bruce’s Age: 36 years old

Bruce and Clark wander the store looking for the Halloween aisle. Ko is in the baby carrier that is attached to the cart and Tim is bounding in front of them in excitement. “I can’t wait to go trick or treating!”

Clark laughs. “You make it sound like this is your first year going. You went last year, didn’t you?”

Tim shrugs as he rounds a corner, coming to a full stop at the sight of all the costumes hanging up. “Yeah, but this is the only time of year Bruce and Alfred let’s me eat a bunch of candy.”

Bruce rolls his eyes and picks up Ko from the carrier, seeing him get a bit restless. He balances the baby on one of his hips, watching Tim go from one costume to the next. “Aren’t you a little old to be going trick or treating? Besides, you dress up in a costume every night.”

Tim mocks a gasp. “Costume!” The young boy places a hand over his heart. “That is my battle armor, not my costume.” He picks up a poorly made Robin costume off the shelf and scowls, saying more to himself than anyone else, “definitely not a costume.” Tim then turns to Bruce with a wide smile, placing the Robin outfit back in its place. “And you are never too old to go trick or treating, Bruce.” Bruce grumbles as he bounces Ko slightly.

Clark approaches him, carrying a costume that looks suspiciously like a Batman costume except much too small to even fit a young child. “What is that?”

“A costume for Ko.” Clark holds it out for Bruce to inspect.

He immediately shakes his head. “No.”

Clark frowns. “Why not?” Then a teasing smile. “Would you rather him wear a Robin outfit?”

Once again, Bruce rolls his eyes. “Why can’t he dress up as you?” Before Clark can respond, Bruce silences him. “Ko is not dressing up as any of us,” he whispers as another couple walks into the aisle with their daughter.

“Bruce,” Clark leans in closer, “no one is going to know you and I are Batman and Superman just because we dressed our baby up as one of us. Have you seen how poorly made these things are?”

“That’s not the point.” Bruce steps back from Clark, switching Ko to his other hip. “Why do we have to dress him up, anyway? He’s a baby. He’s not going to be eating any candy let alone going up to people’s houses and saying trick or treat.”

Ko reaches up towards Bruce with a little squeal. “Tri. Tri.”

Bruce glares at the young baby. “Don’t think you can manipulate me like that.”

Clark chuckles, taking a hold of Ko in order to hold him. “He’s been learning from the number one manipulator himself. Good job on teaching him that, Bruce,” Clark says teasingly.

“It’ll come in handy in the future.” Bruce briefly glances at a costume that is made for babies.

Clark is smiling at him, amusement written all over his face. “Not if it works on us.”

Bruce quickly sets down the costume he was just eyeing. “I was just looking out of curiosity.”

“Uh huh,” Clark says with a chuckle.

“Found it!” Tim yells out, receiving odd looks from the couple. “I want to be this!” Tim jogs up to them, holding out his chosen costume, giggling as Bruce peers at it.

It’s a clown costume.

“No,” Bruce says, not amused at all.

Tim can hardly hold back his laughter, hand cupped over his mouth. “Why not?”

“You know perfectly well, why not. Put it back.” He shoos the cackling fourteen year old away, glaring all the while.

They continue to spend another ten minutes in the Halloween aisle with Clark looking for a costume for Ko, Tim looking for himself, and Bruce holding Ko once again and grumbling to himself about how long it’s taking. Ko is getting more and more restless and Bruce is starting to worry the child might use his powers. If that happens, all hell will break loose. Bruce wouldn’t be able to control the baby and Clark would have to deal with it, but depending on what Ko does, will determine if Clark will have to use his powers and if Clark has to use his powers as Clark Kent…

Bruce takes a deep breath and tries to calm down, placing Ko back into the carrier. He kisses his son on the forehead, rubbing the small boy’s hair. “We’ll be leaving soon. Just hang in there a little longer.” He stands up straight and is just about to tell Tim to quicken up the process, when Tim comes over to him.

“Got it.” Tim holds up his costume.

“A farmer?” Bruce asks incredulously.

“Yeah!”

“Why?”

Clark approaches. “Actually, you know what? That gives me a perfect idea as to what Ko can be.” Bruce and Tim watch as Clark walks away and then comes back with a costume. The Kryptonian turns it around so they can see the picture.

“A cow?” Bruce asks.

“And you know what?” Clark is smiling at him with this wide grin that makes Bruce uneasy and Bruce is just now noticing Clark is holding something behind his back. “The rest of us are also going to be wearing these.”

Bruce doesn’t even have time to protest before Clark is whisking them out of the aisle to cash out.

*~~~*

Bruce will not complain. Bruce will not complain. Bruce will not- “This is fucking ridiculous!”

Clark is snorting as he places the straw hat on top of Bruce’s head. Clark is dressed in a similar way as Bruce. In fact, everyone except Ko is dressed just like Bruce. Dick is doubled over laughing at Bruce’s expense, hat falling to the floor, Jason protested at first until he found out Bruce was going to be a farmer as well and then put on the outfit hastily, amusement coloring his features, and Tim is overjoyed with excitement.

Clark straightens Bruce’s hat out and then picks up Ko who is dressed in his cow costume. “There, now we are all the farmers to our little cow.” He tickles Ko’s belly and the baby laughs.

“I feel stupid,” Bruce says.

Jason comes up to him and pats him on the back. “Sometimes you have to be stupid for your kids, Old Man.” The young man looks Bruce up and down and starts chuckling. “But you look foolish.” Jason stumbles over to where Dick is still asphyxiating on his own laughter, doubling over as well.

“Can I just stay home?” Bruce questions to no one in particular.

Clark shakes his head. “Nope. You have to come.”

Bruce crosses his arms in a huff. “Okay, fine, but does it have to be in Gotham? Gotham is dangerous on Halloween. In fact,” Bruce takes the hat off, “I should be out there as Batman right now.”

“Bruce,” Clark sets the hat back onto Bruce’s head. “If there is anything happening in Gotham, I will let you know. I’ll keep an ear out.” The Kryptonian is frowning and Bruce tries to not let it pull at his heart strings. “Please, just try to have fun. For Ko’s sake. This is his first Halloween going out. Don’t you want him to have at least a fairly normal childhood.”

Bruce eyes Ko, his worry and fear rising in his chest. Bruce’s eyes travel back to Clark’s. “There is no normal for him.” Bruce walks away, ignoring Clark’s sigh. “Let’s get this over with.”

Alfred ends up driving them down to one of the few nice neighborhoods Gotham has and parking on the side of the road. They all get out, Dick carrying Ko in his arms as the little boy looks around in amazement. “I hope he doesn’t get scared by all the costumes,” Clark says to him as he gets out of the limo.

“I hope he doesn’t get confused and think they’re bad guys,” Bruce comments, earning himself an annoyed look from Clark.

Dick, Jason, and Tim are already off to the first house that has its light on, Ko still squealing in Dick’s arms. Clark and Bruce follow more slowly, Clark keeping a comforting hand on the small of his back. It doesn’t help though. By the time they reach the fifth house, Ko being handed off to Jason, Bruce is a ball of nerves.

Clark leans into his ear to whisper. “You need to calm down. You’re getting weird looks.”

“I’m getting weird looks because I’m Bruce Wayne.” Bruce pulls away from Clark in agitation. “And tell me to calm down when our son no longer kills people.” He crosses his arms and watches his kids with their huge smiles plastered to their faces. Ko is smiling as well, gurgling and laughing every time someone coos over his costume.

Clark approaches him again with a soft look. “That was a couple months ago, Bruce. Nothing has happened since then. In fact, Ko has been doing really well with controlling his powers.”

He scrutinizes Ko, making sure to not take his eyes off the baby. “Tell that to the guys he killed by melting their skin off.”

“Bruce, he was trying to protect you. We’ve been over this a million times.” Clark grabs his hands, tries to get his attention, but Bruce refuses to look away from Ko. “It was all in self defense.”

“Have you seen me kill in self defense?” Bruce finally briefly peers at Clark, making sure to say his next statement with an edge to it, to bring it home. “Or you?” He goes back to watching Ko.

“You need to give him time to learn to not do that. Bruce,” Clark takes Bruce’s chin in hand and turns his head to face him. “Lord Superman couldn’t have influenced him. He was just a baby. He can’t remember what happened.”

“And what about you?” Bruce focuses on Clark now, desperate to get his point across. He doesn’t understand why he’s the only one worrying about this stuff. “What’s your earliest memory?”

“Not of Krypton.”

Bruce gives him a disbelieving look. “Clark, you have an eidetic memory and you’re telling me you can’t remember Krypton? Not a even a little?”

Clark rolls his eyes. “Bruce, the only reason why I have an eidetic memory is because of the yellow sun’s radiation. My earliest memory is of when I was, I don’t know, four or five? After I had absorbed enough radiation from the sun. My memory is not like yours in which it’s genetic.” Clark huffs. “And even with your photographic memory, you don’t remember things from when you were a baby.”

“No, I don’t.” He steps closer, letting his voice lower more. “But you have to remember, Clark, that Ko was born under a yellow sun. He had all that time in the whom to absorb that radiation.” Bruce narrows his eyes, irritated and angry. “Now tell me how well his memory probably is.” He pokes a finger into Clark’s chest. “Especially with how quickly he learns. So tell me again how Lord Superman couldn’t have influenced him.”

He takes a step back and turns away, making his way to his sons. They are in the middle of picking out candy for themselves when Bruce grabs Ko out of Tim’s arms. “Bruce, what are you doing?” Dick asks as Clark strides up behind him.

Bruce holds Ko close to his chest, wishing to protect the baby from the world, from the bad, from the baby himself. “Finish up here, then we’re going home.”

The three boys look at him, puzzled, as he walks away with Ko. Ko looks over Bruce’s shoulder, reaching out for one of the boys but Bruce ignores it and Clark’s comment about “handling it.”

“Bruce!” Clark jogs up to him from behind, stopping him with a hand on his shoulder.

Bruce whirls away, flinching violently, and almost tripping to the ground. “Don’t touch me!” Eyes belonging to strangers turn to him, parents grabbing a hold of their children as they sense a couple quarrel about to happen.

Clark is holding up his hands in a placating manner, eyeing Bruce in concerned confusion. Bruce’s breathing is accelerated and Ko snuggles into his chest, as if sensing how distressed he is currently. “Okay,” Clark says gently. “Okay.”

Bruce tries to breathe through his nose and wills his muscles to relax. He continues his journey back to the limo where Alfred is waiting inside, reading the newspaper. He climbs in. “Alfred, can you please make sure the boys hurry up.”

Alfred looks at him in the rearview mirror. “Very well, Sir.” The older man then gets out just as Clark slides in beside Bruce.

Clark doesn’t say anything, not for a few seconds, before, “Are you scared of me?”

Bruce rolls his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course, I’m not. It wasn’t the first time we went up against an evil version of you.”

Clark is still looking at him oddly. “Then why did you react that way?”

Bruce doesn’t want to answer him. He doesn’t want to make himself vulnerable, not right now, not when they aren’t home. But Clark is his husband and he has to be honest with him, has to get the Kryptonian to see his point of view. “Those men that abducted me and Ko, came from behind.”

Clark still seems confused. “But people attack you from behind all the time. You’ve never acted like that before.”

“Yeah, well that time involved our child.” Bruce squeezes Ko closer and the baby rests his head on Bruce’s shoulder. “And I had to watch those men shoot at a baby. I had to watch, Clark, as our child murdered four people and I couldn’t do anything about it. You only saw the aftermath, you weren’t there, so you have no right to tell me to not be worried about the influence Lord Superman might have had on him.”

Clark is quiet again, staring, as if he’s looking into the depths of Bruce’s soul. “So you don’t trust him.”

It’s not a question but a statement. Bruce answers anyway. “No, I don’t.”

Suddenly, the next thing Bruce knows, he’s on the ground outside, on top of the limo door, with the wind knocked out of him and pain in his side. “Bruce!” Clark hurries over to him, eyes wide as Bruce coughs to try to get his breath back. “Are you okay?”

Bruce can hear the whispers of confused and worried bystanders around them. “M’fine.”

Clark looks at all the people gathering. “It’s okay. Just a malfunction in the electric seat. We really need to get that looked at, Bruce.”

Bruce painfully sits up. “No kidding.” He places a hand on his side, feeling how painful it is to breathe. He must have a few broken ribs now. Bruce raises his eyes to the limo where Ko is sitting, staring at him. The baby’s face is bordering on curious but is mostly blank. Bruce had at least expected the baby to be crying like he usually does when he uses his powers.

When the crowd starts to dissipate, Clark grabs him to help him up. “Are you okay?” he asks again.

Bruce shrugs his hand off and gets up off the ground himself. He glares at Clark, whispering, “Yeah, we can definitely trust him.” Ignoring Clark’s guilty expression, Bruce goes back to the limo and sits down on the opposite side of Ko.

*~~~*

Clark enters the bedroom hesitantly. “Ko’s asleep.” He approaches the bed and sits down where Bruce is trying to gingerly take his costume off. There’s too many layers. “Are you sure you don’t want to say goodnight to him?”

Bruce lifts the shirt, exposing a large black and blue on his left side, where his lung is. He hisses in pain. “Does this look like I want to say goodnight to him?”

“Well, it was kind of your own fault.”

Bruce gives him a deadly glare. “Do you want to sleep in a different room tonight?”

Clark gives him a wary shrug. “It’s true. You said right in front of him that you don’t trust him.”

“And he proved my point.” Bruce slides into the bed carefully, breathing in slowly.

Clark lies down next to him, pulling the covers up over them. “We’ll figure it out, okay? We always do.”

Bruce doesn’t respond to this. He just lets Clark wrap his arms lightly around him, scooting up against his back and burying his face in Bruce’s hair. It’s not long before Bruce hears the deep breaths of sleep coming from the Kryptonian.

Bruce, however, doesn’t sleep that night. Instead, he watches the screen on the baby monitor.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Happy Halloween!

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I let the queue go dry and I’ll fix that, but I was also tagged by @kkelenca in a meme, so here’s that.  Shipping Meme

1. Your ultimate OTP: Yu and Yosuke from Persona 4. Just kinda overtook everything else. And the longer I ship it, the more facets of the ship I find to appreciate in new ways, like when I think about their dynamic in certain situations, or how they respond to each other. It’s a good, fulfilling ship, like a cup of cocoa on a cold day, it leaves me feeling warm and comforted.

2. A ship you’ll always love: Celes and Locke from Final Fantasy VI. It was a childhood ship and it will remain dear to me. Honestly, one of the things that gets me about this one is how their leitmotifs harmonize with each other so well, as heard in the ending medley. 

3. Your current obsession: I haven’t been really deeply into much media lately because mental health is a fuck, but wow I fully support the baby lesbian crush icing on the heartfelt friendship cake that is Webby/Lena (DuckTales reboot). Please appreciate my friend Soup’s good good content.

4. A ship you never thought you’d like: I don’t know, have I ever had a major change of mind over a ship? I can’t think of one that counts for this. 

5. A ship you liked but don’t anymore: There were dozens of canon het pairings I got excited about as a small thing who was excited about romance and feelings, and I look back on them now and cringe.

6. A ship you think should be canon: My stance on canonicity is that fanworks are for doing whatever the fuck you feel like doing so who cares what’s canon, but I also want to throw in that queer ships that get heavily queerbaited in promotions but will never be clearly romantic absolutely infuriate me. We’re getting to a point where kids cartoons can have queer romances on screen (thought with significant fighting for it by the creators), so I hope we’ll see far less of the dangling carrot of “we may make this canon” queerbaiting in the future.

7. A canon ship you hate: Nothing is immediately coming to mind that I’m terribly invested in hating, so I don’t think “hate” is the word. There are canon ships that annoy me, mostly because of how straight and completely without reasonable buildup they are, coming out of nowhere to fulfill some necessarily het romance checklist and utterly boring me.

8. A ship you’ve shipped for years: I mean, I think Yu/Yosuke and Celes/Locke both count here. Sorry, I’m boring, I know. I guess I don’t get deeply invested in ships very much, and if I don’t, then I don’t really feel like the ship is worth naming as something I have investment in.

9. A ship everyone loves but you don’t care about: Ehhhh I don’t want to make people feel bad if I name a ship they like, I have my blacklists and muted tags for a reason.

10. Favourite rare-pair: God, tossup between Ryuji/Yusuke and Makoto/Haru, both ships from Persona 5. I was there when they didn’t even have AO3 ship tags yet. Stella is really good at writing them both, you should read Fox Out a Forest and Page Turner if you’re interested or curious about these ships because those fics are excellent. I could go on about why I’m interested in them but reading the fics will explain it to you much more entertainingly, and then you’ll have also read some really good fics, and hopefully left kudos and a kind comment for Stella in the process. 

tagging: @tselina, @dragonomatopoeia, @twistedboxy, @obstinaterixatrix, @secret-soup, anyone else who feels like doing this (I see you liking this post @circuitbird so go for it if you want to yes I came back to edit that in)

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Lucana 👀

SEND ME A SHIP MEME and Lucy will respond to it.

Lucana 

“Ahhh…. That’s impossible!” Cana with her endless choices of men and women alike? What would Cana see in her when all that Lucy had, the brunette had…and more? She was inexperienced, naive, a hopeless romantic who would write limitless pages of romance in novels….but simply one who could only try to have a proper relationships. No matter what she did, or attempted to pursue…..anything, it all seemed to go south. Nowhere. 

Still crimson dusted cheeks at the very thought of it. To think of interlinked hands and head upon shoulders. To think of sharing the warmth of a drink together, huddled under blanket as they giggled with tales of their childhood, sharing each other’s world. To think of all the things that a relationship would encompass of……would Cana even desire that? With Lucy Heartfilia?She had felt wandering hands upon her form while they shared a bath; but that was merely harmless     t e a s i n g     right?                                                                     “I mean, Cana…”Beautiful. Witty. Fun. Loyal. Confident. What was there not to like about Cana? She could hold her own. She needed no one ( or so it seems, but Cana was still a human who desired the social connections – love……….that Lucy would be so willing to give ). Lucy wanted to be the one who saw through the strong front and comforted the Card Mage’s heart – to be the shelter and strength.

“I guess it would be nice.” Really nice. After all, Cana has been one of the most amazing friends she had. Friends could be more…..but how could she imagine more? To possibly lose the friendship for a love that may not be…..?Perhaps she would be satisfied at mere friendship. Perhaps not. But what was she to do?Dream a little dream. That was all she could do. As long as she separated her dreams from reality, and watch her actions closely so that the one who had it all in her daydreams and fantasies did not slip free into the actions of the empty-handed Lucy who had little of a romantic love’s warmth.

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART / ( she doesn’t want to be too hopeful because come on please it’s cana but also she…..wants to hope for it but……..really she’s not sure what to do )

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Small Response

Hey. So thanks for responding like a civil human being, you’re much nicer than other ss fans I’ve dealt with I’ll give you that. I won’t respond to your post today, I’m far too lazy to pull up screen caps and contradictory statements right now so maybe another time.

But there’s one little thing that bothered me the most in your post that I had to make this pre-response. You seem to think I discredit the bond between Sasuke and Sakura. Correction: I do, in fact, acknowledge the bond between them as teammates. Just because I don’t ship them it doesn’t mean I’m blind to the fact that they cared for each other on some basis at some point. Sasuke wasn’t always heartless. 

Which brings me to my next point; I was a SasuSaku shipper a year ago. I used to like them the most in my childhood when I’d watch Naruto. You need to understand that my reason for disliking them isn’t just lame ship-bashing and what others seem to think is just bitterness because my OTP isn’t canon which isn’t the case at all.

I am bitter though, I won’t lie. The way Kishi made them end up together really just grosses me out and my bitterness at the unfairness with which this ship was treated turned into resentment. So no, I’m not targeting you, the shipper. Rather the ship; canon.

Submitted by @bouncyirwin

Well, I stand corrected on that one assumption then. I take it back. But you know, just as much as frustrating as it was with how Kishi did Sasusaku at times, I can easily say that he actually didn’t write how they end up together that badly. In fact I like it.

The way I see it, the inability to understand Sasuke’s motivation for leaving Konoha is the major reason why some people think that Sasusaku got treated unfairly, but that’s not it.

I understand why Sasuke can’t stay in Konoha in 699. It’s not because he doesn’t see Konoha as his home anymore when Naruto already made him change his mind during their last confrontation. So at the very least, he is okay with the thought to come back to the village as part of his redemption from the Curse of Hatred.

However, let us not also ignore that Sasuke is full of guilt with what he did. He wants to atone for them and he doesn’t believe himself worthy of enjoying happiness yet. So he wanted to explore the world first in a journey for atonement. He may no longer be clouded by hatred at that point but he also doesn’t believe himself worthy of living inside the village and restart his life without atoning his sins.

Naturally, he wanted to set out into the world first. He also prevented Sakura to accompany him (at first) because she was not part of his sins.

I actually like that he truly atoned in that manner because every other bad guys just immediately get forgiven either without doing any effort at all or end up dying afterwards. He needed the soul searching for him to finally accept that he can be happy and forgiven.

But if you can tell me why SS is not a good pairing, go ahead. Please be careful not to be strangled with the same old anti-sasusaku argument because I will not entertain it.

When you do, I will also show you why I don’t accept Kakasaku as part of the crack ships that I like.

Yeah, I’m a Saku/Uchiha multishipper as well as Sasosaku, Inosaku and Sakukarin shipper. My main ship is Sasusaku 90% of the time.

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I would like to thank @leaalda for making these amazing banners.

This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @ficmuse work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

I post all of my work on AO3

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

I’ve been a writer and a poet since childhood. Professionally, I’ve worked for a major Internet service provider, been an executive secretary, made collections calls and even sold windows door to door. I just completed an art history Capstone in Roman and Greek art and am contemplating graduate school. I’m also a mom and a wife. I’ve worn a whole lot of hats in my life.

3. What do you never leave home without?

Something to read. I carry my Kindle in my purse. I read a lot of romance, mystery, and historical fiction.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Depends. If I’m really immersed in something I’m writing, I’ll pound the keys until 2 am or later. Ideally, I’m in bed by eleven.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

Westeros! Ice zombies? Dragons? Bring it on.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

I’m a fangirl with a travel budget, so I’ve met some actors from my various fandoms, including James Marsters from Buffy and William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy from Star Trek. I like attending conventions. I’ve met Charlaine Harris, one of my favorite authors. That was a big thrill, too.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

TV: X-Files; Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Friends. Movies: While You Were Sleeping; Fifth Elements; Pride and Prejudice (2005).

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

Music is a really important element of my life. I need music while writing, cooking, driving, you name it. My all time favorite bands include Coldplay, Depeche Mode, Garbage, and Muse. Musicians? Jeff Buckley, Leonard Cohen, Tori Amos, Sarah McLachlan.

9. Favorite Books?

Jane Austen; I waffle between Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion. Charlaine Harris’ Southern Vampire Mysteries. Dorothy Dunnett’s Lymond Chronicles. Dorothy Sayer’s Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries.

10. Favorite Food?

Any configuration of a potato. Baked; fried; mashed. I’m a potato fan.

11. Biggest pet peeve?

Passive aggressive people. Just tell me what I’ve done to piss you off and I’ll try to make it right. If you can’t do that, we’re at an impasse.

12. What did you want to be when you were little? What do you want to be now?

I’ve always wanted to be a published author and that’s still my dream.

13. What are your biggest fears? Do you have any strange fears?

Oh, boy. I have a phobia about driving on the highway. It’s very weird. I’ve gone way the hell out of my way to take side roads instead of highways.

14. When you are on your deathbed what would be the one you’d regret not doing?

When I was fifteen, I had the choice to go to boarding school in England. At the last minute, I backed out and went to a school in Pennsylvania instead. I really regret that; my whole life would have been on a different path.

Okay… lets talk about your writing!

15. Which is your favorite of the fics you've written for the Bughead fandom?

I’ve only written a few, but the BLT universe (Bizarre Love Triangle, Long Live Rock) is my baby. That’s my blood, sweat and tears, right there.

16. Which was the hardest to write, in terms of plot?

Fugue. The idea of Jughead as a murderer was so preposterous, I had to figure out a way to make it real and believable.

17. How do you come up with the ideas for you fic(s)? Do you people watch? Listen to music? Get inspired by TV/movies?

I get inspired by music more than anything else. Usually, finding the right song is the key to unlocking a story for me. But it can be other things. I eavesdrop like crazy and I also am very moved by neon signs and photography. I often look at moodboards and listen to a fic specific soundtrack while I’m writing.

18. Idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?

I’ve been writing a fic with Betty as the POV character. The plot is inspired by the movie Groundhog Day. She keeps repeating the same night over and over. It’s funny on film, but I think it’s too repetitive as a story. I haven’t given up on it yet, but it is really kicking my butt.

19. Least favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

Archie and Betty hooking up in Long Live Rock was just such a bummer.

20. Favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

Jughead’s backstory about how he got his beanie in Bizarre Love Triangle.

21.Favorite character to write?

Jughead, for sure.

22. Favorite line or lines of dialogue that you've written?

For Long Live Rock, I had to write a lot of song lyrics. I’m particularly fond of some I wrote for Jughead: Fortunes have been made and fortunes have been lost /Princes earning money by moving rocks Princesses waiting tables in a neon glow/What we had we'll find again and never let it go.

23. Best comment/review you’ve ever received?

I really love it when people just get so flipped out that they can’t even articulate their feelings and it’s a lot of capital letters and exclamation marks.

24. How do you handle bad reviews or comments?

Unfortunately, I have a thin skin. I can handle the occasional nasty comment, but when it’s message after message of people hating what you do, it’s demoralizing.  My husband has repeatedly suggested not reading the comments on Ao3, but I feel an obligation to respond to each reader unless they are being a complete and utter asshat. The hate mail I received on Tumblr for parts of Long Live Rock was just unbelievable. That stuff, I just delete and try to ignore. That being said, constructive criticism is great. But that’s rare and far between. I get a lot of “this is great” or “I hate this with the fire of a thousand suns” and not much in the middle.

25. If you could change anything in any of your stories, what would it be?

The inevitable typos that I can only notice after I post them. Each one causes me physical pain.

26. What is your favorite story you’ve ever written? Any fandom?

My first real labor of love was a story called The Countess which was based on the BBC TV show of Robin Hood. I had a massive fangirl crush on the bad guy, Sir Guy of Gisborne. I shipped him with Maid Marian and despite the fact that she DIED, I still wanted a happy ending for my OTP. Did I mention that he killed her? Because that was the canon ending of that ship! So, I literally resurrected her, made the hero of the canon story the villain, and gave the full monty love story and a happy ending to Marian and Guy. It made my heart happy. It still does, because that canon just pissed me off to no end. One of the great joys of fan fiction is the ability to tell canon to go screw itself.

27. What are you reading right now? Both fan fiction and general fiction?

I haven’t read much Bughead fic because it lessens my ability to get into the headspace of my own AU. However, I am fortunate to have a plethora of fic recommendations from my dear @jandjsalmon waiting for me. As for fiction, I am currently reading a historical mystery called Instruments of Darkness by Imogen Robertson.

28. Do you have an advice for writers that want to get into this fandom but might be scared?

Don’t be afraid that your work isn’t good enough. Your work is always better than you think it is! You are your own worst critic. Trust that there is an audience for every story. We are a very welcoming community and you are guaranteed to find someone who will appreciate the work of your imagination.

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Ranpo, Kunikida, and Dazai for the ask meme?

Give Me A Character; And I’ll break their ass down:

Sorry in advance for the long response!

Ranpo:

How do I feel about this character:One of the more interesting characters of the series as he has no ability despite the series focusing almost solely on ability users. A good boy that made me emotional while reading his light novel (okay, I also cried at the Oda scene like the Oda fangirl I am but that’s besides the point). A small boy that I wanna protect.

All the people I ship romantic with this character:Poe: I just,, love how pure Ranpoe is. They are soft boys together.Also, I feel into Ranzai hell because I hate getting new content of the ships I like. Okay, but Dazai and Ranpo have the personalities and capability of having great chemistry together and I just,, I love them smart boys together,

My non-romantic OTP for this character:Yosano: They just have nights where they hang out talking shit about everyone else while also talking about their love life.Fukuzawa: Give me the father/son content that I need! Also: In AU’s where Oda survived, them being good friends, it A+ stuff

My unpopular opinion about this character:He’s not the gremlin man-child the fandom makes him out to be.

One thing i wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon:More of the interactions Ranpo had with Fukuzawa and the ADA members between light novel 3 and the current story.

Let me put the rest under a read more cause I wrote so much!!

Kunikida:

How do I feel about this character:Uhh, besides the fact that he is one of two characters I’ll cry about for an hour about in this series? Okay, let me be serious here. Kunikida is the best written and developed character in the series besides Oda. He is such a good boy. The fact that he holds onto his ideals and the way of life he set out for himself even when these are constantly tested and pushed over and over again is just so awe-inspiring. Such a noble man and a person of virtue. He so selfless and he just wants to protect everyone he can. And the moment that he fails for whatever reason, the lose hits him hard. And even when he loses someone, he puts his heart out for people again and again. He just wants, no needs, to help people, the consequences to himself be damned. I just,,,, really love Kunikida and I can and will cry about him.Also, he’s a sharped dressed glasses boy with long hair, I was in love with his design before I even fell in love with his character

All the people I ship romantic with this character:Dazai: Since the very first episode of the anime. These two truly understand each other better then anyone else at the agency. Also, they care about each other so much!!! They have their fights sure, but they’re never malicious in nature. Please, just read light novel 1! It’s the good Kunikidazai content, and it shows just how quickly they get to understand and know each other.Katai: Ever since chapter.41 got translated, I fall in love with them. First off, childhood friends guys, the good stuff. But, they truly are such good friends that care about each other so much and would go to any length for each other!Oda: In AU’s where Oda lives. I think the two of them would get along so well, They’re similar in many ways, yet they have enough little differences in their view points and life experiences that they wouldn’t become stale togetherAngo: Glasses boys that deal with DazaiAlso, lowkey ship with Chuuya and Ranpo

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Anyone under 18 in the series are now his kids, no ifs or buts. He’s every child’s parent now. A family can be a 22 year old man and his many kidsFukuzawa: Father/son bonding over training together

My unpopular opinion about this character: Stop making Kunikida heartless and cold 2K17!!!

One thing i wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon:“Slides Asagiri $20* Please, I beg you. Give me the forbidden Kunikida backstory on how he became the driven man he is nowKunikidazai team up in the manga, please!Also, Kunikatai going to school togetherWhat do you mean I was only supposed to list 1 thing??

Dazai:

How do I feel about this character: I hate this guy *starts sweating* Okay, I love Dazai a lot! But! I’m not gonna be a Dazai apologist, the boy has done MANY things wrong, Yet, I find myself so invested in him, even though he’s one of the biggest asshole in the entire series. Characters with grey morality and complex issues that aren’t explored to their full potential in canon are some of my favorite character types, and Dazai is like my top choice for both of these. Also, he’s so much fun to dissect and break down into meta writing and just trying to understand his thinking is fascinating to me.Also, the man is really fucking pretty. 10/10, no matter what he’s wearing or what era it is

All the people I ship romantic with this character: Kunikida: As I said before, I’m a HUGE Kunikidazai shipper. I love how Dazai actually respects Kunikida and the man’s dreams and ideals. Dazai himself may be a pragmatist, but he loves the fact that Kunikida can still be this idealistic person even when the world kicks him down over and over. They just,,, have a wonderful relationship built of mutual trust and respect for each otherRanpo: These two are the closest in intelligence out of the ADA and both of them have a talent of being able to read people. I think they would have an interesting dynamic together.Fyodor: Purely for the aesthetic and dynamic that a relationship could bring. It wouldn’t be a 100% healthy relationship, but,,, blame the Callme RP circle and my love for ships where both people are so similar in some ways that it’s terrifying for this.Chuuya: Lowkey, but let it be known. The only reason that I started to really like them together was because someone brought up a Yokai & hunter AU and they said they didn’t know anything about yokai lore so they couldn’t talk about it and my yokai loving ass went: Hey!!!! I can write that!!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Oda: Their platonic relationship is super important to me. I just,,, really love itFukuzawa: Give me Fukuzawa being a good boss to Dazai and trying to be a positive role of authority in Dazai’s life after he worked with Mori the cuck.Yosano: Give me these two being drinking buddies and going to bars and having competitions with each other over who can have the most people respond positively towards their flirting.Hirotsu: Mafia granddad who still cares about Dazai after he left the mafia, I just really love it

My unpopular opinion about this character: We gotta stop with the thing that people do where they say that Dazai’s past actions are okay because he’s gotten better. Cause that ain’t how redemption works.Also, he isn’t the best written character in the series currently. Even though I can see how he easily could be written better.

One thing i wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon: Let! Him! Fail! He needs to fall down a peg and he neds to know that he can be wrong! I’m kinda tired of the “It was all part of my keikaku all along!” bullshit(Translator note: Keikaku means plan)Also, can we have more time dictated to show how these problems that Dazai clearly has affects his day-to-day life? Like, show us that sometimes he’s too depressed to even get out of bed for work in the morning.

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I’ve been tagged in too many memes to keep postponing them.png

The title is auto explanatory. Under the cut some memes I’ve been tagged on and since I am late feel free to do them yourself if you feel like it.

Heavenly Virtue Meme

tagged by: @marching-man

Chastity The Heavenly Virtue that is strongest in you is Chastity. This virtue is not exclusively about abstaining from sexual activities. You have purity in mind as you pursue education and wisdom, cleanliness of your body through health and hygiene, moral wholesomeness, and you have the ability to stay focused in the face of temptation.

THE SHIPPING MEME

tagged by: @marching-man / @radiomayak / @rancorosa / @lionofglass

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?: Gil/My fist on his nose. But I also very much love RusPrus, PruBran, PruFritz.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: Everything. I mean, of course, let’s keep our morals in check here and I don’t think I should be stating the obvious. No paedophilia, no rape -- all of that jam. Everything else is game to me, give me the fluffy, give me the hate, give me the complicated feelings.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: I mean, Gilbert is almost 900 years old so, honestly, you want to talk about age gap? Look, if you character is over 18, it hardly will make me uncomfortable. I am a child of a couple with 21 years of age gap, that really doesn’t bother me at all.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:  Behind the curtains I love to talk shit about ships, to create ways of them to fall in love with each other or how great it would be if that happened. But I am aware Gilbert is a hard to ship muse and if I am going to seriously put him in a relationship I want it to be through development, because our characters clicked and not just because. So I guess.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?: If we start getting uncomfortable that’s when we should start the readmore or fade to black, depending of the partner lmao. But I guess...when hands start touching genitals, even over clothes and things start getting descriptive lmao.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: Currently? Uh, hm, sweats. Honestly, for serious shipping, with a perspective of something happening, I would say, ah, none.

I bother @lionofglass way too much about Arthur x Gil, hahaha, but that would only happen in alternative universes where they are both born with different personalities lmao. So I shall keep shipping them as frenemies.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: If they are harmless threads, nah, just go ahead and lets do the fluffy. Now if there is an interest to further the ship, then, yes, please, 

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:  That’s my secret, captain, I am always shipping. Though, as I said, Gil is a difficult muse to ship so I just do it for fun and keep it locked in my poor little heart.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: No. I am a singleship baby because I cannot keep track of multiships lololol. But that doesn’t exclude AUs or the possibility of exploring past relationships.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: I...don’t know, LMAO. I will let my friends answer that one for me.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: RIPS SHIRT OFF RUSPRUS AND MONACAU

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: slap me on the head and say ‘yo, i ship our characters’ and we can discuss things. I am super duper chill. Besides, it doesn’t need to be a romantic ship!!! any kind of ship, just come at me.

I DON’T THINK THIS MEME HAS A NAME MEME

tagged by: @plvsultra / @marching-man / @radiomayak

Name of your muse: Gilbert Maria Steiner Beilschmidt

One picture you like best of your muse’s fc:

You’e been blessed by bobhead stephen thompson.

Two headcanons you have for your muse that you never told anyone:

His first pet was a wild rock hyrax. Stretching the meaning of pet, because it was just an animal that sometimes would appear and Gilbert would share the little food he had with it. Their friendship, however, didn’t last long because the animal ended up being captured and served as a meal in the hospital during a time where meat was short.

During the Cold War, at the very first years behind the Iron Curtain, Gilbert developed an habit, along with the huge amount of cigarettes smoked, to trim his nails constantly. So much so that his nails would often be so short that he would cut his skin on the attempt to continue to trim them - it was an activity that he considered to be a good stress relief. With time he managed to stop doing so, concentrating his stress only on the cigarettes.

Three things that your muse loves doing in their free time.

Playing with his pets Writing Fixing up old vehicles

Four people that your muse loves.

Ludwig

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Three fond childhood memories.

The aforementioned rock hyrax and the short time they spent together

Sitting between the Brothers and sharing a meal with them, discussing the day and what should be done at the next one. 

Riding a horse for the very first time and the feeling of freedom it gave to his tiny self.

Two things your muse regrets.

Not giving the right value to certain people who he knew and knows that deserved better;

Not punching some people right at the throat.

One thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change.

This is hard to say because, obviously, if he changes anything in his past the present and the future will be changed and who knows if that’s for good or for worse? Maybe - he would have taken his time to understand Frederick sooner and save the man from so much trauma on his young life.

LOVE LANGUAGES TEST

People show and recognize love in different ways: gift giving, words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch, and acts of service. These different ways are called love languages, and while everyone understands a little of each language, we all speak and understand one or two better than we do the others. Our love language is how we most feel loved.

use this site to determine your character’s love language! then repost with the results!

Tagged By: @scrxll

You respond to quality words

Once your partner gives you their full attention, for you and only you, you feel fulfilled. You feel grateful when they listen to you all the way, without interrupting, trying to understand your thoughts and feelings, without necessarily giving you their point of view or ‘advice’. Another of your essential needs is the need to share time together. Whether for an activity: a short walk, a movie, a spot of shopping, a romantic dinner, a weekend away together, a meaningful discussion… even watching a TV programme that you will discuss afterwards. 

The main thing is that you share a quality moment together – and not with your partner’s attention elsewhere. During these moments, you feel loved and appreciated – ‘My partner is interested in me and is ready to spend time with me and for me to share something that I like doing’. Some advice: If your partner has understood your language of love, then you are happy. However, if this isn’t quite the case, then you can perhaps make a few suggestions that will help forge your couple even further.

 While you are both talking, teach them the art of paying attention to you, doing nothing else during that time. Explain to them that you aren’t looking for answers, but more of a sympathetic ear and empathy, that can even been in silence. To be sure that they’ve understood you and that you’ve understood each other, ask them to paraphrase whatever it is you’ve told them and what they understood about your thoughts and feeling. Good listening comes from the desire of the listener to understand your thoughts, feelings and emotions. Finally, to make sure that you actually get time together, why not open your agendas and fix your common activities, at home or outside – at least once a fortnight?