#aka stuff for the au amongst other things

[fatedroses]

A bit of community service work to repay his third chance leads to Hien witnessing Zenos' own special brand of weird.

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

Buddy pal friend, show Tumblrrrrrrr your arttttt

Show them the L u n a r ™️

Ramble about them p l e a s e

Hehehehe alien Lunar rambling time >:) including art for visuals

(note: this is just my interpretation/au of the “lunar is technically an alien” thing and it’s very self-indulgent, as all the stuff I create usually is also this may or may not end up becoming canon to the Icarus au, we’ll see)

So starting off, Lunar has a lot of features that are indicators of him being an alien/star-hybrid (my interpretation of the stars is also different though I won’t focus on that here-)

These features are (but not limited to):

Lunar, similar to Toothless from httyd, has retractable teeth (his teeth can retract on command into little pockets in his “gums” aka the silicone alternative of gums that he has)

His teeth are also sharper with much more prominent canines

(also yes he has used this ability to scare/surprise kids as well as family before)

This isn’t exactly something entirely specific to him but he also has padded hands and feet and retractable claws

The thing that is more so specific to him though is that he is really good at climbing walls as well as other usually hard to climb places as the pads themselves act as natural suction cups

Lunar and the others are semi-organic (which means they can do things such as properly ingest and digest food and drinks amongst many other things) HOWEVER, Lunar is different in ways than the others

One of these ways being that he doesn’t bleed oil but instead actual blood though it is still of course different from normal human and animal blood

Lunar can be injured much easier than the others due to this though something about his biology allows him to heal quickly, though how long it really takes depends on how severe the wound is

Lunar also has a form that is much more alien-like though they often don’t use it as they’re still getting used to it (the most they use it is during training as its easier to use their abilities then)

This other form gives them other physical traits such as soft and squishy feelers/nubs around their head and along their body that are very sensitive to changes in the air and vibrations as well as touch (he is able to pick up the faintest of sounds and movements using them so it can be very overwhelming)

Being semi-organic also comes with other abilities (both for Lunar and the others): giving them equipment like tongues as well as other things

This means that any of the cast who are semi-organic are technically able to have kids due to their biology, including Lunar (though due to being part alien their methods are slightly different from the others coughs)

Anyways✨

Along their face and body are star/constellation-like patterns that, while barley visible in the light, glow in the dark/at night

Lunar’s eyes also glow at night and he has amazing night vision (though the ladder is a thing others like Moon and Eclipse possess as well due to coding)

Going back to the patterns; they can technically communicate using them (they just don’t know how to yet-), kind of like how seawings use their bioluminescent markings to communicate in wof, by pulsing and flickering the lights (which Lunar sometimes unintentionally does when they are startled/flustered/upset)

Two versions of Lunar with markings (without light and with)

I see Eclipse given four arms all the time so why not Lunar? He’s part of Eclipse’s code after all (and part alien now sooooo 4 arms :) )

Moving onto behavior:

Alien Lunar’s behavior is more feral (ex: growling/hissing and baring his teeth when upset or scared)

He is not a complete wild animal or anything like that but he does possess animal-like behaviors such as the one listed above and more (he can get really feral though when he’s super upset or scared or just experiencing other really high emotions)

Other behaviors include:

Zoomies when super excited or happy

Kneading like a cat when sleepy

Other vocalizations like purring (which is more like a rumbly whirr than an actual purr but still) and clicking/chirping and cooing like a dove/pigeon

Lunar tries not to let things like that slip much though they still do and they get embarrassed by it (again they’re still very much getting used to everything)

That’s all I have rn, again this is very self-indulgent and also I’m going into depth about a lot of stuff and being detailed (even with the more “below deck” stuff if you know what I mean even though can’t really say much about that here coughs) cuz I like doing that when creating any kind of biology for species/character stuff, it’s fun and helps build an interesting and complex thing I think

Imma stop rambling now-

[gaystan]

PRESENTING ME AND @11x13kyle's FIRESIDE CHATS WITH KYLE AND ERIC AKA NICHE INTERNET MICROCELEBRITY AU:

cartman and kyle host a podcast called fireside chats with kyle and eric that’s basically just red scare, cartman is dasha and kyle is anna

they're constantly beefing with each other on twitter and some people are convinced it's staged to promote the show but kyle just hates cartman That Much

a majority of their listeners are just there for the occasional mention of their batshit childhood experiences amongst all the terrible political takes

like "umm i don't wanna hear this insane opinion on al gore i want to know more about how you guys swear that he tried to get you to help him kill manbearpig when you were 8"

fans wonder if these events are true or if they're enabling each other's schizophrenia

cartman is always saying the worst reactionary things while kyle's takes are deceptively normal until he hits them with one that makes listeners go hey WHAT?

kyle resents being called a reactionary but cartman LOVES it, wears the label like a badge of pride

there is CONSTANT discourse about whether or not cartman's antisemitism is ironic or not, with the reasoning "why would kyle be friends with him if it was genuine," and kyle regularly takes to twitter to say "IT IS NOT IRONIC."

kyle peaks the mic multiple times an ep yelling at cartman, says they'll edit it out in post, never gets cut because neither of them can edit

reddit posts go up are after every episode giving timestamp warnings for when kyle gets super loud

cartman has a christian music era, gets tradcath allegations and does little to discourage them

there are people who rpf ship kyman. cartman knows about this and tweets at fans asking them to send him fic recs

secretly jacks off to them

has a bit where he gives a shout out to his favorite kyman fic of the week and kyle breaks the mic every single time screaming at him

he posts unbelievably cringy "ironic" thirst traps to his instagram story at night and "ironic" drag pictures but the outfits and makeup are too good to be a joke

he also posts pictures of butters in bed with like bites on his neck to brag about getting hot tail but it's also just as unsexy

this is how he accidentally comes out, he was so distracted by the need to flex that he forgot he's still trying to beat the gay allegations

the "ironic" kyman fic jokes stop being funny

butters is adam friedland and kenny is the girl he cheated with

the butters show is cohosted with dougie and part of the alt right pipeline

stan is kyle's offline boyfriend in a B list rock band and wears fireside merch on stage sometimes

this includes the isis shirts which he swears up and down he didn't know were isis shirts

deeply apolitical by choice so whenever kyle talks to him about podcast stuff he nods along like whatever you say honey

he still listens to it he just tunes out of the political talk

the day his fans find out he's gay is the biggest day for them since his 2021 single hit the hot 100

everyone analyzing his old lyrics like oh my god. this was about a MAN. it all makes sense.

kenny is a twitter microceleb and socialite, much like with cartman controversy is part of the brand

gained thousands of followers over the butters cheating discourse

thirst tweets about kyle and they're secretly unironic

comes on fireside and rates youtubers he's slept with, kyle is disgusted and cartman is delighted

chapo trap house is craig and those guys

[xxbatxgutz17xx]

Name: I don't remember my name. People call me Uzi so I guess you can call me that XP Age: 19 Pronouns: He/She/They (Any pronouns are fine) Height: 4'2 Likes: Scenecore, Video Games, Drawing, Listening to music, Any sweet/desert flavored oil, biting people (As gently as possible.), bats, crows, plushies Dislikes: Not remembering a single thing about my past, Hunger, Preppy shit, Humans (mostly), Being too hot or too cold quickly, Roaches, Cramps and body pains (One of the downsides of being a zombie) About me: Sup losers! Welcome to my tombstone aka my blog! Before you say a word, yes I am a zombie. A zombie drone to be exact. An oddly friendly Necromancer Drone named N brought me back from the dead and was kind enough to help me get a second chance at living amongst living worker drones. Even tho I'm a zombie, I don't like eating worker drones or infecting them. However I do bite but I don't bite hard to the point I break metal casings. Idk why I do that maybe it's a stim or some zombie shit. I also growl sometimes when I feel like it. I mostly spend time with N and just lounge around watching anime or playing video games. When I'm in the right mood, I'll do some doodling. I'm mostly a digital artist.

Content Warning: Gore, Mentions of death, Cannibalism (Kind of. I mean it's a zombie au but it won't be frequent), Zombie and bug imagery will be reblogged/posted Rules: No NSFW asks/RP requests, Won't respond to spam or chainmail, I will sometimes draw out some asks if I feel like drawing, Mod asks about the au or random stuff are encouraged.

Mod introduction: Hi I'm Mod Cappy (My mod tag is #mod: 🎩) I'm 23 years old and my favorite MD characters are Uzi and J. Zombie Uzi has been idea floating in my head for a while. I barely seen anyone make an au where Uzi is a literal zombie so I thought I'll make my own food and BAM! This blog exists. Before anyone asks, yes I am a zombie fan. I'm a zombie kin to be exact. You can also check out my other MD Character Blog @industrialmachineryj which is about J after the finale, trying to find her purpose but also sometimes turn into a halo spooky snake crab.

Credit: @sister-lucifer for the dividers

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Military School AU

Wednesday gets (semi) seriously hurt in a challenge/Event and Addams' will fight to death (or just literally unable to continue) and Enid has a flashback to the night with the Hyde and her mind goes blank besides protecting Wednesday.

That's how the Nightshades/Wednesday realize Enid doesn't actually hate them/was just hurt and bitter. And how Enid's Pack realizes just how important Wednesday is to their Alpha/realize Enid Imprinted on Wednesday.

Or, Wednesday comes into contact with one of the Pack (handshake, combat, whatever), and has a vision of what Enid's been going through/feeling and how the Pack has been helping/taking care of her. And to everyone's surprise, Wednesday looks absolutely wrecked (but is trying hard not to show it), and gives them her gratitude and thanks for caring for her Wolf when she wasn't there (no matter how much she wanted to be).

[Sorry if this reads weird, I'm typing this in the car on my phone.]

its all good bud! sorry for answering this so late, i desperately tried to draw this but my hand is not handing today so let me set the scene

Incoming huge werewolf lore dump!

Grimwolves are emotional beings. Any overwhelming emotion can lead to a partial shift! from a burst of a werewolf paw coming forth or the shifting and dislocating of bones to a bigger form-

you can say its part of the reason why enid was so cold. A cheap attempt to control herself, to try and be better. Especially during her 'slump' in the 2nd semester of her sophomore year. It didn't help that when the pack settle into the dorm, there are times where they can see Enid desperately clenching her fists before slipping on her bracers.

Sometimes, when they wake up early enough to catch sight of Enid without them, they can see the way the muscles in her arms twitch and shift before settling in a way other werewolves shouldn't.

They keep their mouth shut, all too aware of the fact that enid wears her muzzle during classes too. They aren't really dumb, they know of how Enid got her alpha rank after all but there is a difference between hearing and seeing

And at the end of the semester when Enid seems to be coping all the more better and the muzzle wasn't such a need anymore, they can see the way she tends to pant with her mouth open at times. It wasn't anything new, most werewolves do that too at times

But it gives them an eyeful of the way too big teeth that most werewolves don't have

(aka enid still tends to get overwhelmed at times and having the ability to shift whenever isn't as much as a blessing like most think)

so! the pack are aware that enid's different. They don't know the exact name and she's a bit too big for her size whenever its time for monthly shifting but they never see her fully shift in distress

And that changes alot.

So as explained briefly here, werewolves have the whole day to get ready for their shift in the night. Which means that they don't tend to be too aggressive, theyre a touch more rational and their body can properly regulate all that wolf magic hormone stuff

Which leads to them looking more wolf than man. Which was a good thing! Makes it easier to blend in with the normies of back then

But grimwolves?

Their shifts are sudden and there is no period to get ready. It's just snap and you're a wolf but normal werewolves aren't made for that and so the body accommodates

So most of the time, it leads to the image above. Grimwolves were rampant back then along with violence so it spread to normies that these were how werewolves are supposed to look like. Thus reinforcing their monstrous nature, rumors begin to spread amongst normies and you get the point

Obviously it's been disproven by outcasts as times began to get more modern because grimwolves are totally myths

Now, imagine being in a tournament fully expecting to be able to beat a bunch of trained dogs because hey its not like it's the full moon, what can they do?

They already took down the Addams girl and her flowery friends, what's wrong with besting those smug mutts too?

I can't say much since I have trouble with words but Enid wrecks their ass. She's been trying to control her shifting since her second semester last year but honestly, Wednesday has always lead to her doing the craziest of things

Revealing her existence on live was certainly not one she expected to do but if it meant keeping Wednesday alive-

Well, it wouldn't be the worst thing Enid has done

[nordictwin]

A list of my IWATEX AUs and fanfics.

Since a lot of people have found me through IWATEX, I figured I should probably make an actual list of my AUs and fanfiction, just to have them all in one place.

Fragmented Futures - aka. the Everyone Knows AU

Probably the one most of you are here for, since it's the one I've posted about the most, but written the least for in terms of actual fic. An AU in which all of the Stratos-Helios kids suddenly become aware, that they're stuck in a timeloop... all except Sol. Or so the others think.

A story full of kids being friends, learning new stuff about themselves, and a generous dash of eldritch shenanigans.

Currently in the works for this AU: an as of yet "non-canon" vent-fic, in which I subject Sol to something a little more realistic than my usual treatment of them. Not sure if it'll be incorporated into the fic proper, but as of this point in writing, it's just meant to be a little side-thing set in the same universe.

The Tragedy of the Exocolony on Vertumna IV

The AU/fanfiction that has me in a chokehold at the moment, TOTEOV is an eldritch horror story that takes all my love for Sym and the Overseer, flips it upside-down, and turns it into a toxic mess of good intentions gone horrifically wrong. Oh, and Rex and Vace are forced to work together.

A story that draws heavily on the tropes of children stolen away by the supernatural, such as The Pied Piper of Hamelin and other fae tales.

Heed the tags. Seriously.

The Solution AU

An AU I've never really mentioned here except once, nor written a single word for. Ironically, this is actually the origin AU of TOTEOV.

The basic premise is that Sol, after many trips around the loop, decides to look for a permanent solution. They eventually decide that the best way to do so, is for them to become a Gardener from the very beginning and create an entirely new timeline from scratch. In collaboration with the Overseer, they turn the clock back to just before the Verma's departure and get implanted in the system as a seed to sprout in the future.

The issue is that this means Solanaceae won't ever have existed amongst the humans. And they're fine with paying this price, if it means a more harmonious future overall.

So aboard the Stratospheric, when that time comes, there is no child born to Flulu and Geranium, no cheerful Sol amongst the kids. Instead, when Besk dies, the twins are adopted by the cultivators and grow up... not quite the same as in the original timeline, but also not too different from how we know them.

And on Vertumna, Sol welcomes humanity to guide their gradual integration into the ecosystem. Looking from afar, forgotten by everyone they love except the Gardeners.

......except this is one of my AUs, so of course nothing is as it seems, and Sol will re-learn just how strong the power of love is.

The Person You'll Grow to Be - completed, canon-compliant fanfic.

My first fanfic for this fandom. Aka the Flulu Loves Her Kid So Much fic.

A story going from Flulu learning of her pregnancy all the way to her death during the famine. An tale of her love for Sol and how she felt about a lot of things.

[cringywhitedragon]

Alolatale Lore: Dark Fountains/Necromza Fragments and Harding Sickness

Darkners and Dark Fountains function a lot differently in this AU since the Dark World in this universe is a part of Ultra Space (And because of this, many things are different compared to the canon Deltarune lore.)

Dark Fountains:

A strange phenomenon that so far has only been observed within Ultra Space, specifically a region known as the Dark World.

Dark Fountains are strange wells of magical energy and compressed light that hold immense power and can effect the environment that surrounds it.

The origin of these foundations is not well documented outside of Darkner circles but no record of them seems to have appeared until after the “Age of Light”.

It heavily believed that these fountains are linked in a way to a creature known as the “Angel’s Heaven” or “Blinding One” (Aka: Necromza) as strange fragments have been found beneath one’s that have been sealed or depleted of their magical energy (We will touch more on those later, plus this only applies to standard variants)

So far there have been only two known documented types of Dark Fountains: The standard variant which are infused with light and one made from pure darkness

The standard variants of Dark Fountains are ones that come to most people’s minds when they think of these strange features. These fountains are imbued with a mix of both light and a heavy magical energy.

They are believed to be created when a being channels a large amount of Determination into a dormant fragment and strike it with enough force to cause it to activate. When this occurs, it is known to have a pretty big impact on whatever or whomever surrounds it (Mostly Darkners, whom in a way become magically “bound” to these fountains. Some are immune to them (IE: Darkner Boss Monsters) but that is for later).

These fountains are also known to be prime hotspots for attracting unwanted attention, specifically Ultra Beasts, if left out of check. This is also believed to be linked to an ancient tale in Darkner Society that if too many of these fountains were to appear then something known as “The Roaring” would occur that which the Light World would be shrouded in an “Enteral Night” while the Darkners would slowly turn to stone (Different interpretations of this legend exist throughout both the light and dark worlds but it’s widely accepted outside of Darkner Monster circles that this prophecy may be about the “Blinding One”, which shares a lot of similarities to many key figures in their society such as the Deltarune. It’s believed to possibly foretell of the “Blinding One” either devouring the light of the Light World and possibly returning to wreak havoc amongst their lands after being attracted to it due to the presence of the Fountains. As for stuff like the “Titans”, it’s usually interpreted that these may be Ultra Beasts possibly emerging from Ultra Wormholes.)

Dark Fountains like these have popped up throughout history but were usually sealed away. However, following the Castle Town incident and the fall of the Dark Kingdom after an attack by The Blinding One and the Dark World being plunged into an era of Chaos, many fountains have been popping up due to a figure known as the Knight as those looking for power in a now barren kingdom were put in charge of these as “territory”.

These foundations were eventually sealed away and order returned following the Knight’s defeat as The Dark World now works to rebuild.

The other known variation of dark fountain is a rather unique one, unlike the more well known variation, this one is made from pure darkness and magic. Showing no traces of Light whatsoever.

Located within the ruined capital city of what was once known as the Dark World Capital (Where now a settlement known as Castle Town sits on the outside of), sits this special fountain known by the locals as “The Fountain of Darkness” or “Grand Fountain”.

Unlike regular Dark Fountains, no traces of any fragments have been detected near it which has lead many to believe that this fountain was created by the Darkner Monsters themselves, possibly sometime after the Dark World became what it is now as either an energy source or something else.

Sealing a Dark Fountain takes Determination or the very least for somebody to attempt to destroy the fragment meaning the task itself wouldn’t be viable for any normal monster (There have been those who have tried and well, the aftermath often results in death, or rarely, amalgamation (In Darkner terms “You become a sentient pile of brightly colored goo”.)

Hardening Sickness:

As mentioned before, artificially created fountains have a sort of negative effect on those who live near them through a still unknown process that essentially “binds” a Darkner to that fountain within a radius of its activation, messing with their magical abilities.

Leaving that fountain’s range of effect will have no extra consequences unless the monster comes into contact with the radius of another artificially created fountain that they were not near upon activation will cause their body to experience something that some researchers have dubbed “Hardening Sickness”.

To put it simply, the Darkner will be rendered in a state that makes them almost stonelike, unable to move or do anything. There is a cure for this and it is as simple as taking said monster out of the radius of effect of the fountain in question that caused it.

This condition does not affect all Darkner Monsters however. Boss Monsters, those who have absorbed human souls, and those that have not been exposed to a fountain when it was activated are free from this condition.

Oddly enough, Darkners who travel to the light world are not affected either.

[twinribbonz]

A formal introduction to Decussate Cross and Sever XChara.

Art by @xsilent-deathx

Decussate and Sever hail from the multiverse known as Knight’s tale. It is different from the standard multiverse. Featuring more fantasy like aspects and concepts. Aka dragons are the third race here amongst humans and monsters.

Cross forcefully took over the mantle of protector. Goes strictly by his title of Decussate. He upholds black and white beliefs. He never wants someone to experience losing their home like he did. His way of protection is violent. Killing beings who dare threat the multiverse.

The AU paper of Xtale is stored in Decussate’s heart locket. He stole from the world tree, Yggdrasil. This allows him access to his home at any time. Over time, he has filled the void with stuff to make it feel more like a home.

The nature of their soul is different here. Sever’s determination was fading away, leaving an empty hole in its place. Decussate’s soul flipped and inserted itself into the hole. This allowed Sever to not lose their soul trait.

Decussate and Sever are reluctant allies here. Both heavily dislike each other for reasons but put those differences aside to work together. They have an unbreakable bond regardless. Decussate is in full control of their shared body at all times. Sever prefers to be a ghost. Sharing a telepathic bond with each other, which allows them to communicate without others hearing.

The Monochrome Duo have access to every multiverse in existence. Due to making a deal with a being who is scattered across time and space.

Their LV has gone beyond LV 20. It is unknown what level they truly have obtained.

Decussate is a very smug skeleton. Thinking he’s better than most people. Very full of himself and might have a superiority complex. He is very mean. Prideful of his status as protector.

But underneath that harsh exterior, he’s a huge crybaby. Crying over big or small things. When he’s frustrated, ashamed or just really happy.

Due to the high amount of LV coursing through the shared body, he is distance when it comes to hurting others. It’s just easier for him to do.

Sever is the assistant to Decussate. They allow him access to the hack sword. Which allows him to crave portals and get from AU to AU. Also providing a means of escape due to their flee ability.

Sever is very mischievous. They like to annoy Decussate the most. They are deathly mean and will not be nice to anyone with the rare exception being Decussate. They are extremely apathetic and nihilistic. Losing Xtale led to them ultimately not caring about anything or anyone.

Decussate is in his 30s while Sever is 17. He stands up at 10’10” ft. They are 5’5” ft. Decussate is a boss monster. Sever is a human but appears as a specter.

[hazelthevixen]

Happy autism pride month! Here are some au-some facts about us! + Story time

It's autism acceptance month! And you know what that means.. ^-^ Happy autism pride! ^w^ Today I will be listing some cool facts about us and why being autistic is a good thing! :3 1. We have enhanced senses! Whether it be sight, hearing, touch, smell, or taste, we sense more than normies do! Ever noticed patterns and found interesting shapes on every day objects? That's like the advanced version of finding shapes in the clouds! =D Or maybe you're like me, I always get told by others that they can't hear what I'm hearing, and that I tend to hear things that other people might not hear or notice. Hey maybe that's why my fursona is part fennec, I'm all ears! XD So if you're autistic, next time someone dismisses you as being "sEnSiTiVe", correct them that it's not sensitivity, you just have enhanced sense of smell/hearing/sight/touch/taste unlike them boring normies lol 2. We're different, and that's not a bad thing! I've stopped taking weird as an "insult" and started taking it as a compliment. Because you know why? Normal is boring. Yeah you heard me, normies are boring. Weird is good, weird is unique. We autistic people are different and unique, but normies only make that out to be a so called "bAd ThInG" because they're trying to force us to be the same, to be the same boring dull normie like they are. Well I say screw that because if everyone was normal and the same, the world would be boring, that's why normal is boring and weird is unique. Normies hate different because they are jealous of us. In a world full of neurotypicals, it's like a dull, boring, depressing world full of dulls..greys..boring stuff...so that's why neurodivergent and autistic people exist, we're that fun bright neon rainbow in amongst all the boring greys of normality. So next time someone wants you to blend in and be normal aka boring like every other normie, don't listen to them, they're jealous of your cool uniqueness. Autistic people are made to stand out from the crowd, not blend in. That's why masking isn't healthy for you. If you can, be yourself! Especially around your friends, you know you've got a real friend if they love and accept you for who you are instead of judging and criticising you. 3. Everyone says we're superheroes, and well..it's true! https://autisticandunapologetic.com/2019/06/29/5-reasons-why-autistic-people-are-superheroes/ There's been a whole article explaining what makes us real life superheroes, and it's not just a common interest that my fellow autistics have, some of us really are superheroes. Like me! I like to be my own superhero all the time ^w^ I stand up to toxicity and antisocial behaviour, I stand up for what's right, that's why you see me come off as a sassy, hostile, badass vixen, because I am defending against toxicity and bullying. The haters only hate me because they went insane after I stood up to their toxicity and cut them off, so that's why the rabid haters are out for blood, they may try to lie about me and villainise me, but at least me and my real friends know who the real villain are.. ¬w¬ that's right, the haters! Also don't listen to losers who think we aren't superheroes, these sad sore losers are ableists, and ableists want to brainwash us into believing that autism is what they claim a "tragic mental illness disease ohhh the tragedy, ohhh the drama... BAWWWWWW!!1!11!11111" they can fuck off lol autism has nothing to do with any of that. Autism is an identity, it's who we are, it's not an "illness", it's not a so called "tragedy", and we don't need a cure. Studies have shown that cures kill, because autism is not an illness, illnesses can be cured, but autism can't, because it's an identity. Trying to stop autism is like trying to stop people from being cishet and lgbtqia+. You're wasting your time ableists. ;3 So autistics, ofcourse you can be superheroes and don't let some dramaqueen ableist tell you otherwise. UwU Here's a picture of me being a superhero :3 4. Each autistic is born with a special talent! Whether it be dancing, singing, acting, voice acting, story telling, drawing, music making, art in general, and more. For me, I was born an illustrator, when I was just 2 years old, I picked up the sketcher board for the first time and started doodling. I enjoyed drawing dogs because they were my most favourite animals and special interest. I may of not been a professional artist (like I am now) as I first started out, but hey, it was a start, and my drawings might of not been that good, but I was enjoying myself, I was very little, and everyone starts somewhere. So I've been drawing ever since. I started from sketcher boards to pencil and paper and now digital, and I still enjoy it to this day! I've also learnt other talents along the way such as sewing and the things I've mentioned before. What's great about autistic art is that even our own art styles are amazing and unique in our own way! I haven't seen an artstyle anything like mine before, as mine is a combination of cartoon and anime style. I like to call it, the cartoonime style. Cuteness is my specialty, please go follow if you like cute things :3 5. We're way bigger fans of things than normies will ever be UwU By the power of special interests! >:3 To ableists, they lie that we're "oBsEsSeD" because they are jealous of us ausome autistics UwU But the truth is, our interests have nothing to do with "limitations" and are no where near "rEsTrIcTeD" as the ableists claim. We just have a few favourite things in life known as special interests. This can include (but never limited to) hobbies, animals, countries, languages, places, media, objects, too many to list Like for example, I can share you some of my special interests. I really like Spongebob, I've been watching it since the very beginning as the first episode was released in 1999 the year I was born, so I grew up with Spongebob :3 I love both old and new Spongebob, I've had some Spongebob pyjamas I loved as a kid (I miss them) and I have a cute Spongebob imagination top that I wear today :3 I really enjoyed playing the Spongebob edition of Drawn To Life, that's what got me into Drawn To Life to begin with. I have some plushies and I have some chibi styled keychains of Spongebob characters that I really like :3 They're on my ita bag along with some cool badges of all the things I like :D I like lots of things ^w^ There are also some animals I really like, I don't know if they are special interests or no, but maybe they are, maybe they were at some point, who knows. Anyway, I really like dogs, foxes, and guinea pigs, I like foxes cos I feel I connect with them, and I use to own lots of dogs and guinea pigs and they were the sweetest things <:3 I miss them, but I'm glad I've now got my new guinea pigs Choco and Chip, they're the only family I've got and they're my really good friends, I hope one day I could get a dog again cos I miss all my dogs :< I also reeeally like plushies, I have lots that I love, plushies are very comforting and like friends to me :3 I love to cuddle with them, play with them, and even having one on my lap as I watch tv or do stuff makes me really happy :3 I can't wait to make plushies of all my ocs, it's gonna be a delight >w< Before I discovered ocs and furries (I never heard of them until 2017 ok. 0-o), I really liked mii characters thanks to Streetpass Mii Plaza and Tomodachi Life (bring to switch please!!). And Miitopia was good but it felt too much like an idle game which is what I don't like, so I like Tomodachi Life better cos it got me liking mii characters and was my special interest for a while. I still like them ofcourse! but now I discovered ocs as my main special interest, and I love games with character customization for that reason! Cos I get to add my ocs and sona in games ^w^ I reeeally like making my ocs and developing the universe that they live in ^-^ My ocs are my children and when someone likes them as much as I do and draws them fanart, it really does bring me so much joy 💛 I am so thankful to the point that I feature fanworks on alot of places like my carrds and twitch streams ^-^ So thank you to all my fluffies, your gifts mean a huge ton ^w^ I wonder if my ocs will ever be featured in an animation meme, fan comic, or fanfic one day, that would be so awesome! >w< But yeah that's my main special interest, my ocs :3 I love making art, comics, animations, roleplays, and even plushies and fursuits of them, they really mean alot to me and right now I am sewing a plushie of Cody's fox form, they really do bring me alot of joy and comfort :3 So that's my main special interest, I could infodump this all day if I could, but I wont right now because this post is explaining why being autistic is a good thing not a bad thing. Still, please talk to me later about oc making and please feel free to ask questions about them, I'd love to discuss! Autistics may be different and that's not a bad thing, but we are also a spectrum, so no autistic you meet it gonna be the same, we're all different and unique in our own ways, have different talents and special interests, and we all have our own unique quirks and behaviours, that's what makes us so amazing ^w^ I was diagnosed at a very young age, but please know that you're never too old or too late to have a diagnosis. Being aware of being autistic could help you find out what works best for you. There is misinformation going around where people claim that every single autistic "nEeDs RoUtInE tO sUrViVe" when that's not true. Yes, some autistics like routine, BUT NOT ALL. I hate routine, I'm sick and tired of being forced to do this at 1 o'clock, that at 2 o'clock, this thing next week, that thing next month, all these things next year. I hate it. Too much worry, stress, and anxiety for me. I'm an autistic who despises routine, I'm a random, spontaneous fun girl who likes to live spontaneously with no planning whatsoever, it makes life so much easier for me and it's much calmer that way. I can do things just whenever and it's just chill maan... UwU Please also note that just because you met one bad autistic person or few bad autistics DOESN'T MEAN WE'RE ALL LIKE THAT. There's this creepy man called Chris Chan for example, he's autistic, but everyone knows he's a bad person, but autistic people are NOT like him at all, please understand that we're all a spectrum and that every autistic is completely different, even me. So please don't go thinking we're all the "same", there are good autistics out there, like me! So never judge a book by its cover, mkay? My story (tw: abuse, manipulation, ableism, mentioning the usage of slurs): I was raised by a toxic abusive "family" who bullied and abused me for being different, they neglected me alot and never treated me like family whatsoever. They always chased me around and beat me up whether it be physically, by words, but most likely both. The first school was no better either, they treated me with the same abuse because it was an ableist school for normies, school and "family" villainised me alot because I was different, they were a bad influence, I learnt rude words (like swears and bad words beyond that) because they used those words to bully me and kept throwing horrible r slurs at me just because I was different. They villainised me for snapping and striking back after being treated like trash, when I've always believed that self defence is the right thing since day 1 whether it be by words or actions. Abusers and ignorant jerks tried to villainise self defence and tried to teach me to ignore bullies aka lie down and be a doormat for them to walk all over, when let me tell you this. how are you suppose to ignore being hurt by insults, being constantly poked, teased, followed around, and attacked physically. How are you suppose to ignore theft and vandalism. How are you suppose to ignore that hm? Here's the thing. You don't. You stand up to bullies and you show them you're no pushover. That's how some bullies became afraid of me when I stood up to them and protected myself. I sure showed them! >:3 Heh, no one messes with the vixen ^w^ And if you disagree and still think I should lie down and be a doormat aka ignoring then fuck off because you don't know me, you don't know what's best for me. I do. That's why autistic people are so misunderstood. The people that understand us the most is always gonna be us, that's unless a miracle happens and we get a close friend or carer that's like family, and they actually take the time to love, support, and fully understand us like a real family does. Anyway, all these years I was brainwashed by the "family" that my autism was a so called "mental illness tragedy" crap and that I should be ashamed of myself because they were always trying to shame me for who I am. That's why I kept quiet about it all these years. That's why I masked all these years. That's why I kept autism, my identity, a secret. Because I was ashamed of who I was, when I should of been proud of who I am. At the time in 2018, I didn't realise the so called "friends" I had at the time were nothing but backstabbing fakeys. I trusted them with my secret when I came out to them as autistic, and they broke my trust, and promises. and my heart. As soon as they stabbed me in the back and betrayed me over some crappy smear campaign ( I can never catch a break from being smeared and framed.. :/ ) the first thing they did was leak my secret of my identity of being autistic, and thus, this secret was no longer a secret. It made me feel even more ostracised..until in 2019 I looked into researching my identity, all this time I was wrong about it being something to be ashamed of, but it wasn't my fault, it was the "family's" fault, it was ableist's fault, it was their fault that they brainwashed me into believing that all these years, because all this time I never realised how this silly fictional belief they lied to me about was all a fake just to abuse me while weren't able to. Anyway I researched online about autism and why it's a good thing and why we shouldn't be afraid of our identities, so I made my first autism pride art in 2019, and that was the start of slowly starting to accept my identity of who I am... ÚwÙ I also found out that autistics have their own pride flag, this made me really happy :3 I decided to buy an autism pride flag of my own ^v^ I love it :3 I'm gonna put it up on my wall once I get my house painted. Maybe I'll wear it as a cape when I go fursuiting if there's any pride events :3 I could wear it like a cape and be an autistic superhero fox ^-^ that would be awesome ^w^ But on times I ain't wearing it, I'll pin it on my bedroom wall, but I'll do that once my house is painted and I get a loft bed. Someday! >:3 Soon I'll be seeing about a diagnosis incase I have ptsd or not. Because of all the abuse and trauma I went through, I now have trust issues thanks to betrayal. /sarc But on the bright side, trust issues has helped me dodge some bullets a few times, she keeps me safe, and she helps be avoid being heartbroken as much because I'm less attached to people who might betray me, and I take alot longer to bond than most people now. But real friends come to stay, it's only the fake losers that stab people in the back. We're gonna see about a diagnosis to find out if I have ptsd or not, and sometime we're gonna get a service dog to help me get through a world that was built for neurotypical normies. I am a little, so age regression is a really good coping mechanism and really brings me alot of comfort after times have been rough.. Ú.Ù It wasn't my fault I was abused for being neurodivergent and different, I've always related to the ugly duckling, not cos I'm ugly cos I'm actually really pretty, but cos of what he been through. The "family" was always the family of ducks and I was the ugly one. Me and the ugly duckling have some things in common like being bullied for being different, being the odd one out, tryna find a place to stay where we can belong, and tryna find our real family. I know my real family is out there somewhere, it's certainly not the "family" by blood, but I know my real family will treat me like family and will love and care for me like a real family should :3 so someday I will find my littlespace family, someday I will find my flock of swans.. ^-^ Anyway, that's my story. Each autistic person's story is different and we all have different experiences in life, so thank you for listening to me and thank you for taking the time to learn, understand, and accept us. Please avoid harmful companies like autism speaks and support good charities instead. We need to be understood and accepted, not shamed and cured. Never oppress who we are and never suppress our behaviours, there is nothing wrong with being autistic, it's important to be ourself and embrace who we are. We are not any less human than anyone else, we are autistic, unique, and we stand out, and that's perfectly valid. Thank you for listening

Please be nice when commenting! I refuse to be criticised so please accept that. If you're gonna be mean, don't say anything at all. Thankies for checking out my post! Meep meep! ヽ(◕ヮ◕)ﾉ I'm on other places too! ^-^

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[wispycecilia]

a christmas confession.

keqing x reader - 1676 words.

irene’s secret santa gift.

synopsis: an overworked keqing & you, the baker across the street, confess through a christmas tradition.

notes: lowercase intended, childhood friends to lovers! au, gn!reader, christmas themed.

a/n: my project, aka the secret santa fic for @yeetmeoffjueyunkarst is here. took a grand total of a week and a half to complete HAHA please enjoy!! hopefully you don’t mind me projecting my wishes of a white christmas into the story :’)

you met in 3rd grade.

even back then, she looked like a dream. the epitome of a lightning strike on a summer's day; keqing came in unwarranted to the rest of the class, but to you, she was nothing but a welcome surprise.

though, there was one thing that you knew that they didn’t: keqing was just a softie with a hard shell to crack. 

you were the warmth that wrapped around her cold - prying the exterior she grew so carefully around her heart - weaseling your place into her very soul. and just like that, you two were dubbed as the ‘inseparable duo’ for all of eternity; favouring each other's company above anyone else.

to think it all started from a winter’s day, one filled with judgemental eight year olds. the start of keqing’s loss of sparkle in life; the start that her life revolved solely around your friendship.

the festivities run by the teachers on that day introduced a lifelong tradition between you two: exchanging decorated ornaments. it was quite humorous, they’d praise you and keqing for all the effort put in, but in actuality? you just came home that day with a messy ornament - one that glimmered with childhood innocence - but twinkled against the glow of the christmas moonlight.

that same ornament shone on your mini pine tree in the current day. it was surrounded, and occasionally admired, by bustling customers who were enticed by the smell of bread. with flour smeared across your face, a smile erupted from both the children, and you; a fresh new batch of tree-shaped shortbread in your hands.

‘have a nice day, miss!’ with cookies in their mouths, the group exited out into the outside wonderland, leaving a trail of white in their wake.

a wave of nostalgia hit. you remembered the days of your youth, surrounded with peers to spend the winter season with. some things never change; traditions continue on out of necessity. but some friendships were not meant to last.

though, one person, in a sea amongst others, refused to budge. and she donned twin tails, with a stern personality to boot; keqing stayed by your side when the world shunned you out.

swiping the remnants of the night’s baked goods off the counter, you reminisced the days which were filled with childhood innocence. the days where, unlike this one, where responsibilities could be swiped away and neglected like no other.

watching as the last few customers left the bakery, probably on an endeavour to squeeze some last minute activities into the night, you sighed. the day was filled with liveliness, so why does your heart feel so empty? what was the thing you were missing? 

fiddling with an ornament hidden in the back of the display counter, your eyes drifted to the office building across from your workplace.

the realisation hit. 

oh. that’s right; you missed her.

and little did you know, she missed you too.

‘you sure you’ll be okay on your own?’

‘no need to ask me twice. just lock up the front door; you owe me one,’ keqing continued to focus on the stack of papers in front of her, ‘oh, and, don’t let any snow in. you know i hate that stuff, right?’ everyone working at the office were just nameless blurs. everything was all so superficial. this co-worker was no exception.

seriously, who knew she’d be holed up in an office during the day of giving? no one gave her a forewarning that working at a bank entailed babysitting grown adults.

oh the ever-so reliable keqing, covering everyone’s mess so they can enjoy the holiday spirit while she is left to do the rest. out of sheer good deed, of course. she may be known as the workaholic, the one in love with work, but who are they kidding? keqing loved you more. 

funny how she’d refuse to admit that if asked just a mere week ago. it’s been a long journey of internal warfare throughout the years, debating whether or not she does, and it took ganyu’s interference to slap it into keqing that yes, you do like y/n!

not that you knew that. yet.

with thoughts in a daze, filled with nothing but you, you, you, keqing stopped her incessant scribbling, blushing when realising what she’d been writing this entire time.

‘i want to see y/n.’ 

half-assed effort was something that one would never associate with keqing. but priorities have ranks, and on a day such as this one, where her heart felt empty without the sight of you, work was not at the top.

surely, ningguang will let it slide just this once, right? 

keqing spared one last glance at her desk. with the glass ornament tucked away into a velvet box now in her hands, she made her leave. but, the picture of you two celebrating christmas in 5th grade seemed to attract a different meaning tonight - it was enough for keqing to stop in her tracks.

it was poetic in a way, a memory frozen in time; a reminder that can be awed upon for millennia to come. to think a picturesque scene could be immortalised in the form of a photograph… times have changed.

but that was all in the past, back when she loved the white blanket formed by winter; back when she was little.

exiting the confines of her workplace, keqing was pleasantly surprised to see that the luminescent lights that crowned the bakery were still on. though, that meant you were slaving away too. just like her.

keqing hated snow. but if it meant easing your burdens, she’d trudge through miles of it.

the jingle of the doorway bell blended in with the christmas tunes.

you’d perk up constantly for the past few hours, hoping, praying, that it’d be your childhood friend. but it would always be an unexpected visitor; a wandering customer making an escapade from the cold.

it’s been too long that you’ve decided to up on even looking at the door.

‘you’re not even going to greet me hello?’ keqing mused with a hint of playfulness. ‘glad to know you’ve been expecting me too, best friend.’

…or maybe, you spoke too soon.

whipping around in shock, your breath got knocked out from the whiplash alone. there she stood, fresh out of work, eyebags lining her evidently tired eyes. keqing looked like a mess; a beautiful mess.

‘you know i didn’t mean it! you just took so long that i…’ a sigh escaped your lips, fingers still fiddling with the decorative globe under the counter. ‘okay, you caught me. i seriously didn’t think you’d make it, especially since the light from your office turned off several hours ago.’

‘it’s alright; i was just joking.’ keqing laughed at your dramatic antics, fingers swiping away the flecks of snow on her hair. ‘plus, i would too in your situation. i didn’t expect to work overtime on a day like this; who would come crawling to the bank on christmas day, right?’

expression warming up, you took the time to truly observe her features. right, she looked totally beat. maybe keqing shared the same sentiments as you. tiredness and all. as she flipped the sign on the door she was leaning on, signalling to stray customers that the store was now off limits, a thought occurred.

keqing was going to spend the rest of the night with you.

though, something caught your attention. in particular, the box encapsulated in her hands. ‘hey, is that what i think it is?’

she let out a giggle, the light in her eyes coming back. approaching the counter where you stood, keqing observed your movements with scrutiny. ‘yeah, and i’m assuming the thing you keep playing with underneath the counter is mine?’

and with the roll of your eyes, you surrendered the ornament in question to her palms. 

she gasped: a jingle in its own right.

a bauble the colour of her eyes. pink, magenta, whatever. it was just the very essence of keqing. encased around the globe was a gold lacing, expertly installed from only the finest artisans in the area.

but it wasn’t the design that shocked her - it was the writing inscribed so beautifully on the base of the globe.

so, tell me, will you electrify my soul, or shall we let fate run it’s course?

‘peak romanticism, right? sorry, i was uh… too bashful to express my feelings in a standard way.’ you looked up to gauge her reaction, stomach filled with a sense of dread like no other. damn. not even entrance exams gave you this much nerves. ‘don’t feel obliged to give an answer straight away; i know how sudden this is.’

the ornament tradition. one that was held since your youth, one that keqing clings onto as the last remaining part of her childhood innocence. and now?

‘you don’t need to explain yourself further,’ eyes filled with adoration met yours. ‘just kiss me. please. convince me this isn’t just a prank.’

…the tradition that broke the cocoon of best friends, and metamorphosed the two of you into lovers.

two lovers intertwined, people would say. but as lies of no! i don’t like y/n in that way! escaped keqing’s mouth over and over, it was repeated so much that you started to believe in it.

though, two negatives do make a positive. and, as you two sit, cuddled beneath fuzzy blankets and hot cocoa by the fireplace, you felt her face slightly inch over to yours. 

‘y’know, it’s funny. i had my love letter hidden underneath the box of the bauble,’ keqing confessed, toying with your fingers. ‘are you certain you don’t want to see it?’

‘show me tomorrow; i think the prize of having you in my arms is enough.’

a kiss on the cheek, within a haven of baked goods. the two of you protected from the frost-laced air that came with christmas day. how could it get any better?

right, your best friend was now your lover. that’s how it could.

[babbushka]

Some of those prompts are so funny! Can you please write this one for Flip or a Kylo AU? It’s hilarious!

“I may be loves bitch but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”

A/N: This silly little something is completely inspired by chatting with my dear friend @safarigirlsp !

2k, Flip chugging his respect women juice aka being his wife's #1 fan (he's a lil confused but he's got the spirit) cw: lowkey 1970s misogyny

Flip’s about ready to bang his head on the fucking desk in front of him from frustration, when he hears it. Those magic words that somehow get him through the day, each and every day, when the hours drone on and on and on at the station, when he feels like he’s been there for six years instead of only six hours.

In the habit that he and Ron have built up ever since being desk neighbors in the narcotics unit’s special glass office, Ron has finally come around and saved him from sudden death by boredom, by slapping a hand on Flip’s shoulder and happily announcing, “Present for you in the lobby.”

“Shit it’s already lunch?” Perking up at once, Flip shoves himself away from his desk, sparing a glance to his watch and seeing that it was in fact noon. He doesn’t even bother to push his chair in as he weaves through the other desks in the office on his way to the door, stopping himself before practically bolting to ask, “Thanks Ron, you stickin’ around? She said she was bringing stuff over for us.”

Ron only nods, knowing that Flip wants to get to you as quickly as possible, and so he spares him the conversation so that the detective can do just that.

You’re beautiful, as you always are, in the lobby of the CSPD. Currently chatting away with one of the secretaries at the front desk, you’re dressed in that new outfit Flip likes so much, your hair done up all pretty and fashionable. Instantly, his day is made better just by your being here -- something that he’s grateful for, because his day had been pretty fucking trying up until this point.

“Hi honey!” You catch sight of him, face lighting up, and Flip can’t resist a smile when you’re so happy to see him like this.

His cowboy boots take him across the lobby and into your arms, and he’s immediately taking the weight of the basket that you’re carrying out of your hands, placing it gently on the floor so he can squeeze you tight with a hug and a kiss.

“Hey ketsl, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He pats your ass lovingly, before picking up the basket and leading you through the lobby back towards the rec room.

“Right back at you handsome, I hope you’re hungry, I brought you the biggest roast beef sandwich I could possibly make.” You wink at him, and like clockwork, his stomach growls, making him chuckle a little.

“You’re a fuckin’ miracle and a half, I’m starvin’ -- ”

Suddenly, you stop with a frown, looking through the little window of the door to the conference room as you pass by it.

“What’s going on in there?” You ask, pointing your thumb in the room’s direction, and Flip doesn’t know what you mean.

“Huh?”

“Is there a meeting that you’re missing?” You ask, and Flip frowns then, because he doesn’t think so anyway.

But save for Jimmy and Ron, it looks like the entire narcotics unit is crammed into the conference room, along with a handful of rookie cops, homicide detectives, janitors, and even some of the press. They’re all watching someone draw a big graph on the black board, the unmistakable sound of chalk squeaking punctuating the speaker’s passionate presentation.

“No, Chief would’ve said something...oh for fuck’s sake.” It takes Flip two seconds to recognize what’s on the chart, and immediately he’s shaking his head.

It’s a line graph, the Hot-Crazy Matrix, this new thing that’s got all the men in the country thinking they know everything about women. The gist is the hotter a woman is, the crazier she gets, and everything about it rubs Flip the wrong fuckin’ way, especially when he presses his ear against the door and listens in on what they’re actually saying.

“...If you find yourself in the Fun Zone, your main goal is to move out of the Fun Zone to a more permanent location.” “Now above the ‘crazy’ line, we have the Danger Zone. This is your redheads, your strippers, uh, anyone named Tiffany -- ”

“Hairdressers!” One of the men from the back of the room shouts.

“Yes, hairdressers, this is where your car gets keyed, your tires get slashed, and you wind up in jail. At this point you have to understand that this is not a static environment. This is a situation where you have got to use this matrix over time to develop some relatable data. At any moment in time, any woman that you have previously located on this chart can vanish, and reappear anywhere else on the chart.”

“Let me break this up really quick -- ” Flip reaches for the door with a dark scowl on his face, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“No.” You look at him with wide, playful eyes, “No I think we should sit in on it, see what they say. Cause a little trouble.”

Flip loves the way you think, and with a sigh, he makes sure you stay behind him as you both slip through the door, unnoticed with how quiet you are. All eyes are on the blackboard as the speaker -- a greasy looking beat cop -- draws a line on the chart.

“Now, above an eight ‘hot’ and between a seven and a five ‘crazy’, this is your Wife Zone. When you meet this girl, you should consider a long term relationship. And if you find a woman who is below a five crazy, and above an eight hot, this is your Unicorn. We call them that because they do not exist. If you happen to find one, please uh let us know, we’d like to study it and try if we can, to replicate it.”

There’s a round of laughter from the crowd, and Flip can feel your hand tense in his own. He’s practically unable to hold himself back, when the cop finally sets down the chalk, dusts off his hands, and regards the room as someone else turns the lights back on.

“Anyone have any questions?” The cop asks, and Flip’s clearing his throat before he knows what he’s even doing.

“Yeah, hi.” Drawing all attention to him, Flip puts his hands on his hips, towers tall above all the other men in the room by at least three inches, and deadpans, “Have any of you actually spoken to a woman before? I mean, for longer than the two minutes it takes for them to reject you.”

That’s clearly not what the men in front of him were expecting, because they just blink, slackjawed like the morons they are.

“What?” The speaker asks, caught off guard.

Flip sighs, lights up a cigarette and crosses his arms over his chest, puffing out a big intimidating cloud of smoke.

“Show of hands, who here is married?” He waits, and predictably, no one comes forward. He knows this, because he knows all the married couples at the station. You make it a point to know them, anyway. “Okay then, well, who here has a girlfriend? Who here has ever had a girlfriend?”

Still no hands, and maybe Flip shouldn’t be surprised, the kind of men that believe this shit are the kind of men that either wind up alone or abusing poor women that they can manipulate into staying with them, and Flip doesn’t have the time or energy for it much longer.

“Interesting.” He muses, having made his point while the room murmurs amongst themselves.

One particularly stupid cop makes the mistake of trying to be a tough guy, some pipsqueak five-foot-four wannabe wrestler speaks up from near the front of the room, “We don’t need your condescending bullshit, okay, Zimmerman -- ”

“And women don’t need your bullshit charts splitting them into categories of fuckable or not, and yet here you are.” Flip cuts him off, and you feel a sense of pride blooming in your chest. Flip is a good boy, it’s why you married him after all.

“You’re only saying that because your wife is standing right next to you.” The cop tries to push his buttons, and maybe it’s because Flip hasn’t eaten yet, but anger itches up his spine, and soon the crowd is parting like the Red Sea, for Flip who is gunning straight for him.

“Oh yeah? How’d you think I got my wife you piece of shit? Because I promise it wasn’t by treating her like some shiny object to win.” Flip grabs the cop by the front of his uniform, and hoists him clean off the floor so that he can pull him up to eye level.

“Well then maybe you got lucky and married the only woman in Colorado Springs who isn’t a huge bitch.” The cop doesn’t know when to quit, does he?

“That’s not fucking true, my wife is a bitch and I love her for it.” Flip’s temper flares, and he’s about to raise his fist to punch this guy in the face, when he hears your voice from across the conference room where you’ve been watching with an amused smile.

“Flip, come on let’s go eat, lunch is getting cold.” You say, even though technically the sub sandwiches were supposed to be cold anyway. They don’t need to know that though.

Flip drops the schmuck, lets him fall to the floor with a thud, and walks towards your outstretched hand. Apparently that’s funny to the guy, because he slaps his knee and scoffs with a dry laugh.

“See? You’ve gone soft from love. Maybe we’re better off without it.” He tries to get the other guys to chime in, but they at least know what’s good for them, and instead just scratch the back of their necks, averting Flip’s gaze.

“I may be love’s bitch but at least I’m man enough to admit it.” Flip places his hand in yours, and you give his palm a tight reassuring squeeze. Looking down at you sweetly, he flicks the ash of his cigarette onto the floor and holds the door open for you leaving the conference room with a patronizing, “And at least I have a damn good woman to come home to. You losers enjoy your pity party.”

Finally in the rec room, you and Flip relax with Ron and Jimmy, your CSPD boys enjoying the big sub sandwiches you made and brought over. The little excursion in the conference room ate up only about fifteen minutes of Flip’s lunch hour, something that you and your husband are happy about. He’d be pissed off if he wasted any more time than that.

Everyone enjoyed the sandwiches and bottles of pop, most especially your Flip, who happily sat you down on his lap and wound his arms around you, feeling extra possessive.

“Out of curiosity, where in that chart would you put me?” You ask Flip, expecting him to take a couple moments to mentally weigh his options.

To your unamused surprise, Flip, Ron, and Jimmy all unanimously answer just about as soon as you’ve finished asking the damn question, not one of them even bothering to swallow their sandwich first before replying, “Danger Zone.”

“Hey!” You smack Flip’s chest with a scoff, and Ron and Jimmy immediately break out into laughter.

“You asked.” Jimmy points out with a shrug, just lucky that he’s out of your reach, lest he get smacked too. Ron also dips out of the way, but it’s only a moment later that Flip’s got his hold on you tighter, preventing you from swatting at your friends.

Flip holds you and kisses all over your cheek, his goatee tickling you as he presses his face against yours, nuzzling his nose against yours sweetly even though he’s basically just called you crazy.

“I married you anyway, didn’t I?” Flip’s big brown eyes try to sweeten the deal, and as much as you want to give him a hard time for being such a dork, you have to admit that it works.

“Thin ice, Zimmerman, thin ice.” You shake your head playfully, relaxing into Flip’s embrace a little as he settles you properly onto his lap again from where you were a wiggle worm, squirming away.

“You love me.” Flip smiles.

And despite it all you have to roll your eyes and grin because, “Yeah, I really do.”

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[seyenna]

Philza and/or Techno and/or Ranboo fic recs

just some of my fav dsmp fics, mainly phil, techno or ranboo bc i’m biased but also a bunch of sbi and others

this one goes out mainly to zablr discord my beloved

pls tell me if the links don’t work

all of these are on ao3

rating\status(complete/ongoing)\warnings\word count\misc tags

ichor flows free amongst the iron by summer_rising

T\o\violence\13k\series\gods AU

Summary:

A gods and goddesses AU of the Dream SMP, dramatized for all our benefits.

First work:

  "Two gods meeting on a mountaintop overlooking the stormy sea? Very classy, Dream, I appreciate your taste."

  Dream didn't turn to look at him, but the faint shake of his shoulders let Techno know he had heard.

  "Scar's healing up nicely, I see," Techno mumbled with a light nod of his head.

  "Mhm. Cut nice and clean. Not that I expected any less from you, of course."

   ~~

   The god of power and the god of luck meet on a mountaintop to discuss Luck's standing in the ongoing political disaster.

We're Only Young by ImperialKatwala

G\o\-\66k\series\Dream & Technoblade

It's easy to forget amid the chaos and bloodshed how similar - and how young - Dream and Technoblade really are.

And when the sun comes up, you'll find a brand new god. by SkyboxZoo

M\o\violence\19k\gods AU

Summary:

The wounds from the fight had healed nigh instantly, but the golden blood still soaked Techno’s shirt. His cloak had gotten torn off and his hair had fallen out of its pony-tail. Ichor pooled in his boots. The man left a trail of golden, bloody footprints in his wake.

old gods (new gods) by WriterWinged

T\o\-\9k\series\gods AU

Summary of first work:

Survival, Blood, Madness. Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot. Three gods who have never cared for mortal life, who play with them when they want to, who kill their toys just as easily. How, then, did a mortal end up in their hands?

This House Is A Fucking Nightmare by SilverWing15

T\c\-\17k\series\sbi

Summary:

AU Where Phil isn't quite as willing to stand by while his sons drop like flies

Summary of third part (my fav):

Does lingering too long in the shadow of a god make you a god? The voices in his head seem to think so.

His brothers know he's older than them but they don't know how much

OR: Technoblade doesn't think his brothers realize how different they are from ordinary men. After all, ordinary men may fight the gods, but they don't win.

It's been a long day. by BecausePlot

G\c\-\3k\Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

Sides are bad: he knows that much. He’s seen it tear people apart time and time again, so when he decided to separate himself from Tubbo and keep his distance, he knew he was in the right.

Well. He thought he was in the right, at the time. Sitting all by himself on the steps to the Prime Path, he’s not so sure anymore.

Yes, the sides might have torn the others apart, might have made them so weak that they have no choice but to fold under Dream’s hand, but at least they aren’t lonely.

So are sides bad?

‘I don’t know.’

~*~

Or, Ranboo looks out at the ruins of L'Manburg, feeling more lost and lonely than he ever has.

But, as he soon finds, he's not as alone as he thinks.

the voices in my head, they say a lot of things by rosyasteria

-\c\violence\1k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

Some days the voices didn’t listen. They didn’t let up. They screamed instead of whispered, relentless, assaulting his ears until they bled.

tell them i was the warmest place you knew and you turned me cold by rosyasteria

-\c\-\2k\Techonblade-centric

Summary:        

Technoblade cared. But in the end it just fucked him over.

For the majority of his life, Techno felt like less of a companion, less of a family member, and more like a weapon to be wielded. 'The Blade' they called him; never 'friend'.

It Leaves Little Time for Anything Else by mirandible

M\c\-\1k\part of series\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

   A young man aims for the top, but fate has other plans for him. So does Technoblade, apparently.

   (Or: answering the question of “Why does Techno hide his scars if they’re supposed to be some sort of trophy? Why keep your point of pride a secret?”)

the best requiem is a bar of silence (and I'll sing it, even if I must hold back my tears) by jello12451

T\o\-\10k\Philza & Technoblade

Summary:

   He can’t help the noise of celebration that escapes him. Techno- this means that Techno’s free, and he got his horse back, and everything is alright-

  Tubbo, filled with rage at Phil’s cheers, turns and impulsively shoots an arrow.

   He doesn’t expect to hit his target.

---

  Alternatively: What if Phil didn't have a bucket of water when Tubbo shot him?

Change fate by being aggressively kind by sircantus

T\o\-\13k\sbi, Philza-centric

Summary:

   “You do understand that you’re caring for the thing meant to bring destruction and chaos to our world, right?” The woman asks, Phil looking behind him fondly as Techno grabs at the ends of his wings.

   “He’s just a child.” Phil answers distractedly, humming as his wings get gently yanked at.

   “He’s the first of three to destroy life as we know it! Shouldn’t we, well, get rid of him?!”

   “Oh, no.” Phil raises his eyes with a sharp glare. “Believe me, I have my own way of preventing the apocalypse.”

   ---

   Or, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy are basically chaotic forces of nature, destined from birth to end the world and bring destruction. Most who hear of the tale of them are trying their best to track them down, and to end the monsters while they’re still young, still just children.

   Phil has a different plan.

   (In which Phil raises the minecraft equivalents of the anti-christ with love and support, so much so to the point where the world ending is really just a funny thought, and Phil has three kids who casually have powers that are bit more extreme than anything else in the world)

I promised you that everything would be fine by findingkairos

G\c\-\6k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

   manifestation: (n.)

1.     an event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something abstract or theoretical;

2.     a version or incarnation of something or someone;

3.     an appearance of a ghost or spirit;

4.     the Blood God.

When he's young and still alone, still establishing his reputation as the immortal warrior, Technoblade makes up an imaginary friend.

Years later, the blood god is very real and very much a god: one that is prepared to do anything for their first and only friend.

the inner mechanism of a black box by Bee_4

T\c\violence, self-harm\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

   Technoblade lets himself get imprisoned for Philza’s sake. He doesn’t plan on being there long. Unfortunately, he’s underestimated Pandora’s Vault.

   There are things that will make even the Blade fall apart in due time, as it turns out.

carry all my sins by BananasofThorns

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo-centric

Summary:

Ranboo swallows. “All my armor and weapons and stuff are missing. Fundy and I were gonna go looking for them after the festival, I think.”

“I see.” Tubbo smiles again, but this time it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s just a festival. We could probably find someone to lend you a sword or an axe or something.”

He starts towards the stage, waving at people when they call his name, and Ranboo follows. The original panic has dulled to a cold buzz in his chest, but apprehension still wraps itself around his body like chains. He doesn’t like being without his armor and tools; he feels too exposed, and if something happens, he’ll be helpless.

“Ranboo?” Tubbo calls, glancing back.

Ranboo shakes his head and hurries to catch up. “Yeah, it’ll be fine,” he repeats. “Everything’s gonna be fine."

Tubbo grins. “That’s the spirit.”

Rule 5: be loyal. L'manberg doesn't do well with supposed traitors. Ranboo deals with the consequences.

Sojourn by Lacy_Star

T\o\-\13k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

“Well…” Ranboo started slowly, “You see, uh… I kinda… don’t have a house anymore, obviously. Um… Phil found me in—“ He paused, cutting himself off and squinting at the floorboards— very discreet, “Phil… found me. And… um… He said I could stay by you guys. Like, um, by the dog house he wants to build?” He paused, then began to ramble, “But, uh, if you don’t want me here, I understand— and I’m sorry for coming in your house when you weren’t here, I swear I didn’t touch anything— it was just cold outside and—“

Techno just stared at him. And how, how was this the second time this had happened to him? How was this the second time he returned home after battle to discover an injured teenage boy waiting for him, seeking assistance with nowhere to go? And how badly had that ended last time, in nothing but betrayal and insults?

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AKA: Phil drags a half-enderman home after Doomsday, and Techno decides that they can keep it. For now.

can an axe count as rent? by aboutfivebees

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

Ranboo’s struggling to settle into his new life on the Arctic Anarchist Commune, but at least he’s got bread.

or the struggles of an enderman hybrid to come up with a housewarming gift to give to his friends, who are just trying to adopt him

The Caged Bird Sings of Freedom by StarPrince_Punk

T\o\-\25k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

The Blade's stance was still tense, his body prepared to fight at a moment’s notice if need be. “What’s your name?” Phil asked “My… name?” The Blade asked. “Yeah. Your name isn’t actually The Blade, right? That’s like a stage name?” Phil tried to keep his tone light. “What’s your real name?” The Blade hesitated. “No one… No one’s called me by my name in a long time.” ------- When Phil comes across Ranboo in his panic room after L'Manberg's destruction, it reminds him of when he first met Technoblade. And just like when he met Techno, Phil's first instinct is that he has to help this kid. While living together, Techno and Ranboo learn that they're much more similar than they had previously thought, and Phil learns that it's not too late for him to be a better dad.

This already feels like more of a home by H3118ENDER

T\o\violence, death\18k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

As the ashes of L'Manberg settle the conflict continues to come to life setting the stage for a new wave of blood shed. Stuck slam in the middle of past and present friends Ranboo is coming to learn that even without nations to their names feelings and feuds don't die but people, people do.

A Shadow of a Shadow by unappetizingegg

T\c\-\4k\ Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

There were a few beats of silence, and then- “What are your plans, now? Do you need a place to stay?”

That caught him off guard. Surely he’d heard incorrectly. Phil was offering him a home, right after he’d orchestrated the destruction of his past one? It didn’t make any sense, none of it did. Why would Phil say that?

Then he remembered, he remembered Techno stopping him in the fight. He remembered being handed his book, the question in Techno’s gaze. He swore, in that moment, Technoblade, the Technoblade, had been worried about him. He remembered that he had been told to leave, to run, to get away and preserve himself. He had spared him, he remembered that Techno had spared him.

Techno had helped him. Phil had tried to protect him, to get him away from the danger.

They were there for him.

 ---

alternatively:

Ranboo is alone. But he really isn't.

Meritocracy by oddsbodkins

G\o\-\18k\Dream & Technoblade, sbi, medieval AU

Summary:

Dream is more successful than he'd ever imagined - but there's one thing that's been bothering him. Technoblade, his biggest rival, the Acolyte of the Blood God and King of the Arena, went missing last spring, just before Dream got the chance to duel him. Without that one achievement to pave his way, all the following victories have felt cheap.

So, Dream hired some goons to dig Technoblade up and pester him into coming back to the Capitol, for one last showdown. Easy enough, right?

Interlude I: "Promises to Keep" by Ozzyyy

T\c\-\1k\part of a series\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

These woods are lovely, dark, and deep But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep.

--

Techno has a plan. It's crazy. It's insane, it's actually just batshit bonkers. But if chaos cannot be enjoyed together, then what's it worth, yeah? There's a certain beauty in watching the world burn from the center of the flames. Phil intends to be there.

I Don't Want To Start A Fight (wouldn't you rather start a riot?) by KryOnBlock

T\c\violence, death\15k\Technoblade & Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

An universal ping rang out from behind him, the third and final he knew, and Phil sobbed, clutching the body tighter.

Techno didn’t move.

It always has been Technoblade and Philza, Philza and Technoblade. Take on half, and you shall never go back.

Sheltered by Lulatic

G\c\-\6k\Ranboo & Technoblade

Summary:

It was cold outside. But Techno never heard Ranboo complain.

That was the best excuse he could muster to keep him out.

Antarctic Princes 'verse by BirchWrites

T\o\-\15k\series\sbi

Summary:

Loosely-connected one shots set in an AU where the Antarctic Empire and the Dream SMP are in the same world. Ordered chronologically, but each fic can be read as a standalone thing

Summary of first part:

Oh shit. Forget arrested; Dream’s going to have to tell Wilbur that he watched Tommy get stabbed for being terminally stupid.

May we cross paths again by QueenLunaFreed

G\c\-\1k\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

“Even if tomorrow it’s just us versus the entire server, Dream, I’m telling you right now - I have confidence.”

---

Dream couldn’t comprehend the pacing contradiction in front of him, the weakness he could clearly see, but would never comment on. Because this man has been defying Dream's expectations since they first met, because despite them not being friends and having no reason to trust each other, Dream knew that Technoblade is the only person who he’d trust to do this right. To destroy L'Manberg alongside him yet again, this time for real.

leave me your starlight by findingkairos

T\o\-\18k\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

For you the world, Phil.

Once upon a time, Philza Minecraft is the only person who does not shy away from the bloody teen that regularly turns the tide of war.

This cements a friendship that will last wars, empires, worlds, and lifetimes.

 ---

(Featuring: Back to Back Badasses, healthy relationships, accidental deification, intentional world domination, and Phil's past coming back to haunt his best friend.)

[loousir]

Soulmates {Oikawa Tooru}

Oikawa Tooru x Male Reader Part One

Anime: Haikyuu!!

Warnings: I dont think there is any?

Masterlist | Part Two

AU: Soulmates can have a different way of finding their partner. Yours is after both partners are at least 18, on the youngers birthday, they will swap bodies. They have to share their first of something together in order to return to their respective body. (Ex. Sharing their first kiss, first drink etc.)(If one has already kissed or shared a drink, for example, it wont count as sharing a first) Oikawa's is knowing what their first words to you are.

Originally Posted on February 2, 2021

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Today was finally your birthday. That meant that you would get to find out who your soulmate was. You were nervous but knew about it so you were prepared. A little.

You were getting dressed to go to school today and thankfully it was the end of the week so you'd have all weekend to find your soulmate. What nice and convenient timing. You did your morning routine before getting changed into your uniform. After pulling up you striped brown pants and adjusting your white jacket, you slipped the red tie around your neck before grabbing your things and heading downstairs.

You said a quick goodbye to your mom after stealing a toaster waffle and your lunch. You slipped on your shoes and headed out to school.

On the way there, you ran into Iwaizumi and Oikawa. You were very good acquaintances but not close enough to consider friends, like hanging at each others houses kind of friends. You and Iwaizumi shared class together but the three of you almost always walked to school together.

"Happy birthday (Y/n)-kun! You're finally 18 right?" Oikawa asked, slinging his arm around your shoulder and leaning on your slightly smaller frame. He poked your cheek gently as you ate, trying to get a reply out of you. "Shittykawa, cant you see he's eating something? Let him chew first." Oikawa pouted slightly at his "nickname" and sighed.

You finished chewing and nodded. "Yeah, I'm 18 today. I'll find out who my soulmate is tomorrow and I really hope it isn't you." You said in a serious tone as the three of you continued walking to Aoba Johsai. Oikawa whined on the way there with Iwaizumi butting in to shut him up.

The trio finally made it to school and went their separate ways, aka you and Iwaizumi in one and Oikawa right next door.

---

The day started and went on normally til lunch.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa usually go to their practice but today they invited you to eat with them. You accepted not exactly knowing why.

"So (Y/n)-kun~ Who do you think is your soulmate?" You shrugged as you ate your bento, glancing up at Oikawa. "You really wanna know?" You asked taking another bite. Oikawa nodded as he ate his own bento. Iwaizumi smirked over to you as he ate his lunch as well. "You should tell him (L/n)-san."

"I hope it turns out to be Kageyama."

Oikawa practically snorted out his drink and stared at you in shock. "You cant be serious?! Him?!" You laughed at the water running down his face and shook your head. You grabbed a napkin you had and wiped the pretty setters face. "Of course not."

Oikawa let out a sigh of relief. "I'd want Daichi to be my soulmate." You said in a dreamy tone as Oikawa choked on his rice. Iwaizumi had nothing today besides laughing at the scene in front of him. Oikawa leaned on his good knee over to you and gripped your shoulders. He shook you gently as he cried, saying something about 'anyone but the wingless crows.'

Iwaizumi pulled him off you after a minute and scolded him. You finished up your bento and checked your phone. There was 40 minutes of lunch left when you looked to the best friends. "So, what did you guys invite me to hang for?" Iwaizumi looked over to you and tilted his head slightly. "Are we not allowed to invite a friend to hang out?"

You leaned back on your hands and closed your eyes, letting your head fall backwards. "You are, it's just, weird. The Cap and vice Cap of the volleyball team invite a lowly art club member to hang out at lunch together. Sounds a bit odd doesnt it?"

Iwaizumi nodded and Oikawa didnt respond. You lifted your head up to see Oikawa a bit of a distance away, surrounded by a flock of girls. "Its your turn to pull him away. I'm gonna go check something." You sighed and stood up.

"Hey, shittykawa." Oikawa instantly turned around at the nickname and his fan girls became upset with you calling him that. "(Y/n)-kun~ You're taking after Iwaizumiii~" He said walking over to you. "And we were supposed to be hanging out." You said acting all coy. "You promised me we would this morning..." You whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

The girls were jealous and talking amongst themselves as Oikawa just looking at you, shocked. He had a deep blush covering his cheeks as you folded your hands together in front of you and looked to the ground with a pout. "(Y/n)-kun..." You looked up to him with puppy dog eyes. He suddenly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.

"(Y/N)-KUN! IM SO SORRY!" He said as if he actually forgot he promised you to hang out. You smiled and giggled, gently prying him off of you. You grabbed his hand and started to walk with him. "C'mon. Let's go back to our spot." You said as you watched the lady flock disperse. Oikawa followed along, apologizing for forgetting a promise he never made.

Once the two of you were alone you sighed and let go of his hand. "Oikawa." He shut up and looked up to you with teary eyes. "You didnt promise me we'd hang out. Its ok." You may be mean to Oikawa but theres something about him that you love. You just cant be mean to him all the time... Ok yes you can but sometimes you want to be nice to him.

Oikawa smiled and pulled you into a hug again. You cautiously hugged back and patted his back. The bell signaling lunch was over rang and the two of you pulled away. "I'll stop by the gym after school to say a quick goodbye." You said grabbing yours and Iwaizumis stuff. Oikawa nodded and grabbed his stuff as well. He had a big smile on his face for some reason but you just brushed it off.

The rest of the day passed by pretty quickly. You had told Iwaizumi about stopping for a quick bye and he said, "Just be prepared for Oikawa." You didnt exactly know what the meant because you always were but before you could ask he had left for practice.

Once you were ready, you head down to the gym and pulled open the door. The lights were off and you furrowed your brows. "I thought there was practice today..." You mumbled to yourself.

Suddenly the lights turned on to show they gym and the volleyball team to be all dressed in nice birthday attire. You only stared shocked at the scene in front of you as the all shouted, "Surprise!" Oikawa appeared in front of your vision with a wide grin on his face and a small gift in his hand.

You blinked a few times and looked up to his eyes before looking to Iwaizumi who was approaching the two of you. "Y-you guys... Did this for me?" You asked, still surprised by what happened. Iwaizumi shrugged and tilted his head to the side saying 'kinda.' "It was Oikawa's idea."

Oikawa smiled and grabbed one of your hands, putting the gift in it. Iwaizumi put a party hat on your head before walking over to a table full of sweets and a cake. "Can I talk to you outside for a second?" You asked Oikawa. He smiled and lead the two of you outside the gym and away from prying ears.

"What did you wanna talk to me about?" You held the gift in your hand and pulled him into a tight hug. He stood tense for a moment before hugging back. "What's this for?" Oikawa asked with a small laugh. You buried your head in his chest and started to tremble slightly. He demeanor changed when he felt his shirt get slightly wet. "H-hey, (Y/n)? Are you ok?"

You nodded and kept hugging him. He hugged back and gently stroked the back of your head. "No ones ever done something like this before. So it's kinda a lot." You said clearly, having calmed down from your previous state. Oikawa laughed and pulled the two of you away to look you in the eyes.

"Really? Well then I'll have to step it up next time!" You smiled up to him softly before sadly looking down to your shoes. "I'm nervous Kawa..." His smile fades away to a sigh. "Me too." You look up to him in confusion. "I... Really hope tomorrow, I'll wake up in your body, Tooru..." He looks to your eyes and he has tears in this.

Dont ruin this moment shittykawa

"Me too."

You look up to him and smile a little. "C'mon, let's go back inside and par-tay a little before it's too late!" Oikawa said with a smile as he dragged you back inside. You saw Iwaizumi standing by a punch bowl with a knowing smirk but you didnt think much of it.

---

Everyone had hung around and "par-tay"-ed till about 7pm. They decided to call it there and start cleaning up. You tried to help but both Oikawa and Iwaizumi stopped you. "Why dont you and Oikawa head back first? The least we can do is clean up."

"But you guys did all this for me, I have to try to help even a little." Iwaizumi put your things over your shoulder and pushed you to an already raring to go Oikawa. "Just head home. Its ok." Oikawa gently grabbed your hand but you stopped and addressed the whole team.

They had paused to look at you and listen. You bowed and thanked them, your bow hiding the tears in your eyes. You stood up straight and smiled to them before going with an impatient Oikawa.

---

The walk to your home was filled with comfortable conversation about the party. "Hey, (Y/n)-kun? Could we have a sleepover at your house?" You looked up to him and tilted your head slightly. "Like the whole team? That's a lot of people and I dont know if my parents would even let me since there away right now-"

"No, not the whole team. Just us." You blushed at what he said and looked away, slightly embarrassed for rambling. "Oh... J-just the two of us?" He nodded and you just shrugged. "I-I guess thats... Ok. I dont think they'll mind." You said rubbing the back of your neck. "Let's goo then!" Oikawa said, dragging you to your house.

Once you two arrived, you unlocked the door and let him in. "Your house is so much bigger on the inside." He said looking around. "Wow thanks." He laughed, "I didnt mean it in a bad way!" You rolled your eyes and walked upstairs to your room thinking, "How the fuck does this dude make me flustered so easily..."

You didnt even realize Oikawa had followed you, thinking he would just stay downstairs for the time being. When you turned around to close the door you jumped at his presence. "I-Im gonna change so you can just hang out downstairs till I'm done." He smiled and gently rubbed the back of his head before asking, "Do you think I could use your shower actually?"

"Oh, yeah, go for it. It's the door behind you." You said pointing over his shoulder. He thanked you as you got him a towel he could use. You closed the door to your room and got changed into some comfy pjs. The shower could be heard through your door but you didnt mind and decided to make yourself comfortable on your bed and watch some tv.

After a few minutes, the shower turned off and after another couple minutes, the door opening to reveal a shirtless Oikawa wearing sweatpants. You looked over only to look away just as fast. Oikawa smirked and jumped into the bed with you. You squeaked a very manly squeak as he hovered over you.

Your eyes looked up to his but couldn't be stopped when they looked at his chest. 'A tattoo?' You looked back up to him and asked, "You have a tattoo? Since when?" He just smiled and shook his head. "Since I was like twelve. Look what it says." He said sitting the two of you up. Oikawa was basically sitting on your lap but you didnt mind.

'You're in the way, stupid trashcan.'

It was written in beautiful cursive. You smiled and tried not to laugh but couldn't help it. Oikawa watched as the love of his life laughed at the first words he ever said to him.

"I said that when we first met! Did you really get it tattooed on your chest?" Oikawa rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Its illegal to get a tattoo when your twelve." You tilted your head slightly. "Then how did you get it?" He looked at you unamused before becoming nervous. This made you nervous too as he laid the both of you down in your bed.

"(Y/n)... Did you study soulmates?" You nodded and asked why. "Theres a chapter about two soulmates having different ways of finding eachother." You nodded again and tried to process the information but he spoke again. "Mine was the first words they say to you are tattooed somewhere on your body."

You looked at him and fully processed everything. It clicked. "Is that why you... Did all this stuff for me over the last year? W-why didn't you say something sooner?" He glanced out the window and seemed nervous again. "Theres a chance that you can actually have a different soulmate than me..." You furrowed your brows and sat up to look at him.

He didnt look at you and just glanced out the window. "What do you mean by that?" He looked over to you and directly in your eyes. "When we both have different ways of meeting our soulmate, theres a chance that you could have a different soulmate even though you're mine."

"That means when we wake up tomorrow... I wouldn't be hugging you, but your soulmate... And... I dont want that."

Oikawa looked away and you just looked at him shocked. "You're so weird out of character." You said leaning down and pulling him into a hug, laying on top of him in the process. "I'm being serious y'know..." You nod and nuzzle your face into his neck.

"I know. I dont want something like that to happen either." He shifted so that he could look at you properly and cupped your face. His eyes held clear care and adoration.

"Let's sleep now, and if I dont wake up to you tomorrow... I'll find you ok?"

--- 2552 Not proof read too well

[piggy-i-broke-the-conch]

lotf theatre kid au:

(aka what i think the lotf boys would be like if they were all theatre kids in an american high school)

Ralph: not interested in theatre at all but was dragged to a rehearsal by Simon one day and ended up being asked to read lines for the lead actor who was off sick. He really liked it and ended up auditioning later on. Probably plays the love interest or deuteragonist.

Jack: the lead actor who was off sick that one time, super jealous of Ralph for stealing his spotlight. Very talented but screams at people if they get their lines wrong and isn't very popular amongst the rest of the cast. Hosts lavish cast parties just to flex on the others.

Roger: plays the villain, also extremely talented. Jack harassed him until he joined theatre group, he actually hates acting and never comes to cast parties.

Piggy: the technician, does a lot of the behind the scenes work and is heavily relied on by the rest of the backstage people. One of the few people bold enough to stand up to Jack and is hated by him as a result.

Simon: the set designer, secretly wants to act but is too shy to do it. He greatly admires the more talented actors. The paintings he does for the sets are beautiful and many people ask him to paint things for them after shows.

Samneric: mostly work backstage (usually helping Piggy with the technical stuff or moving props on and off stage between scenes) but sometimes play side characters or extras as well. Sam is more interested in acting than Eric. Host cast parties when Jack isn't doing it, they're usually much more laid-back.

Maurice: plays the comic relief character, also a very good actor who can make even the most serious people in the audience crack a smile. Sometimes helps Robert write the scripts, normally by providing jokes. He secretly wants to play the lead role someday but is almost always cast as the comic relief character by default.

Bill: plays side characters, his acting is often very over-the-top and he likes to adlib (which Jack gets mad at him for). He joined theatre group just for fun and because his friends were in it.

Robert: the script-writer who is tired of everyone's BS (especially Jack's). Not really interested in acting but would like to direct one day. Gets along with Maurice as they sometimes work on scripts together.

[the-ruby-squad]

Hey does anyone wanna hear the plot for that really bizarre AU idea I mentioned back in this edit a while ago, of course you do ❤

uhh warning for general nonsensical-ness plot and setting wise (and i mean REALLY out there) because I love making buckwild plots for character centric AUs, as it's fun to imagine how they would react in 'out of this world' situations, gonna make this a fanfic… one day… maybe…?

SUPER-SARGASSO SANDS: a ruby squad centric AU!

AHEM SO, basically it all starts with the events of the ending of Back To The Moon, Giant Ruby (or as I call her, Clifford) forms, ready to get the CG's ass for tricking them, but unfortunately for her, they try to get rid of her via the airlock door, The usual pizzaz! However, right when Sardonyx hammer-punches them and causes them to defuse, poof, They're suddenly nowhere to be seen, sans. Gone. Nothing at all. Steven and Amethyst assume the rubies have been vacuumed into space, the airlock gets closed successfully without Steven himself being sucked out, and all seems well… a bit too well.

While Amethyst and Steven are like "haha YEAH! We did it guys! :D" Sardonyx is just "haha… yeah."

"(Shit…)"

because deep down, she knows this wasn't supposed to happen. As Sardonyx has some form of awareness about the 4th wall, she knew deep down that both the Rubies and Steven were meant to be sucked into space as per the show script, but that didn't happen. something has gone awry, who knows what this could mean for not only the show and the path it was supposed to go forward with, but both her, the others, and the world the show takes place in itself.

As for where the Rubies themselves went, As a result of a reality quake, they end up in none other than the current 2022 'irl' universe (aka the one we live in)... in the middle of the fucking desert in Arizona

while unaware of the fact they're now in a completely different universe with different rules and such, they're confused as fuck since they don't remember how they got here here at all or anything that happened after the moonbase incident, but come to the conclusion that the blow Sardonyx landed must have knocked them out, and that they've managed to end up crash landing back to Earth.

Naturally, they REALLY don't like the fact they're stuck in earth, Eyeball especially, for a few reasons

They no longer have a ship, therefore they can't go back to Homeworld, which essentially means they're stranded (unaware that there is no Homeworld in this universe)

again, They're in the fucking desert, it's empty, vast, possibly dangerous, and there's no way to communicate for help from there, not to mention it would probably be really hard trying to find any place to stay for the time being, with the closest you can hope to get being some sort of shallow cave and such

They generally have no idea what to do from this point and have to devise some sort of plan to get back to Homeworld

As the leader, Doc takes it on herself to instruct the rubies on what to do and how to act in this situation, with her current plan essentially being "let's search in hopes of finding some ancient gem ship or something to hopefully get us back!" (again, clueless to the fact that this isn't the universe she's familiar with and thus gem homeworld is not a thing here)

Eyeball, still bitter about what happened in the moonbase, is even more in a pissy mood due to being stranded on Earth of all places. She already hates this planet, but after that mess of a mission…. Yeah… not to mention she's admittedly starting to grow sick of Doc's way of managing the platoon, amongst other stuff

Leggy is just… kinda sitting here, she's confused and scared, of course, but isn't really angry like how Eyeball is as much as she's unfamiliar with what's going on, she isn't really sure what to do, so she's trusting the others on what to do more than herself

Army is REAAALLY annoyed by this, and takes it out on whatever she could find, shrubs, rocks, cacti, she's gonna fight it, she's gonna be kicking sand a lot, if she's gonna be stuck on this planet, then this world is her training arena!

Navy, in contrast to the rest, is trying to make the most out of this situation, as spiteful she is about what the CGS did to her and her squad, when not on patrol or talking with the rest of the gang, she observes everything around her, watching insects, wildlife, and clouds move around as there honestly isn't much else to do, though she is growing concerned on if there is even a way back and how her squadmates are handling themselves, as she can feel tensity growing around them, especially between her leader and her eldest

[jasontoddiefor]

MTTT AU ft. Padmé in PJs eating take out aka Chapter 7: A Connection - Padmé

Padmé had known from the first moment on that a secret relationship wouldn’t be easy to manage, no matter how used she was to keeping quiet and handling too many duties at once.

All Anakin and she had were stolen moments in the shadows, here and there a few hours in her apartment, and maybe, if she got a little reckless again and had a stroke of luck, a shared mission.

Padmé missed her husband, she did, but they had chosen this fate themselves and now they had to carry its burden. Maybe once the war was over, something would change. They hadn’t talked about it yet, not really, there had never been the time for it. Not to mention, who wanted to think of the hassle that was people’s expectations of them when they could instead make the best they were given at the present. She dared to imagine soft afternoons on Naboo at times, when she was still in bed, sleep chasing her, but that was about it.

Maybe Anakin would leave the Order for her, maybe Padmé would… She didn’t even know what she could do. She just knew that it couldn’t go on like this, not until the end of time. She wanted to show Anakin off to her family, tell them what an amazing husband she had and she wanted to go dancing with him, have a meal at a fancy restaurant, and return to Naboo with him for at least the High Holy Days to watch the fireworks and put candles on the lakes.

But not right now, nothing was possible right now. They were at war and Padmé shouldn’t indulge in such flimsy dreams. Unfortunately, when she was close to Anakin, it was so easy to get lost in dreams.

Anakin wasn’t here right now, but weeks away, somewhere in the Outer Rim, fighting yet another endless battle whose victory never seemed to matter too much in the long run.

The more war reports she read and the more she fought in the Senate, the more convinced did Padmé become that they were sending the Jedi out to fight for nothing. The thought of losing Anakin to this senseless war made her stomach turn. Padmé worried about him constantly. She knew he was strong, the Republic hadn’t dubbed him its Hero with no Fear for nothing after all, but she knew better.

Anakin was afraid all the time, sometimes so much that it stopped him from speaking, left him haunted by nightmares he couldn’t shake.

When she asked about it, he quickly switched the topic.  Padmé knew that she ought to do better and get Anakin to talk to her, but she was only human and a relationship always required two people doing their best.

And it required that they actually had time to talk.

Padmé glanced at her datapad. Its screen was still dark, taunting her. It had been a month since Anakin’s last message. They tried to message each other as often as possible, exchanging I love yous coded into descriptions of flowers and ship parts. They had to be careful, could never say a word too much that could be used against them at a later date. Nobody was to discover their secrets and so Padmé spun lies upon lies to keep everybody unaware.

She wondered what lies Anakin told Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and every other member of his Order. When the war had just started, Padmé hadn’t been too kind to the Jedi, thinking of their rules as strict and their prohibitions as arbitrary, but more and more she was coming to understand that there was a reason for it all.

You could not be a devout Jedi and pour everything into serving the Republic and then still give everything you have for a family outside of the Order. While it had taken her a while to realize it, Padmé could empathize with the sentiment. It was very much the same with her and her family. Each time they asked her to come home, Padmé still picked the Senate over them. She had a duty to the galaxy and if the price for it was this isolation from them, then she could bear it. She had her allies and friends here on Coruscant, her sisters in all but blood, and she had Anakin.

When he was there.

And actually replied to her message.

She hadn’t heard any great news about him or the 501st at large. As far as she was aware, they were still operating as always, running their missions and following orders. Anakin couldn’t be dead, the Republic would be in an uproar.

The thought was a bittersweet relief at least. She couldn’t even count the times she had thought Anakin dead on two hands anymore. He was always in so much danger – she constantly feared that today would be the day he wouldn’t return to her anymore.

If he died tomorrow, what were the last words they exchanged? The last kiss they had shared? Padmé didn’t want to think of herself as fair Veré, who thought of herself as the widow of Set who had gone to live amongst the stars long before her dear husband actually had.

She shook her head. She shouldn’t think so negatively. She had thousands of other things to worry about. New bills, the assassin that was after her and had somehow managed to poison her favorite dessert – she couldn’t spare more than one moment’s thought on the state of her husband.

She was never just Anakin Skywalker’s wife.

She didn’t want to be.

Padmé had always been a greedy child, though her parents had liked to call her ambitious instead. Padmé had wanted to do good and she had wanted to do it herself. She was unsure whether it was that she didn’t trust others enough for it or if a lothcat just couldn’t change its spots, but even when she let herself be distracted by sweet kisses, half her mind was somewhere else.

One of these days it was going to be too much.

Padmé stood up from her sofa, throwing another glance at her traitorous datapad before sighing, then she walked into the kitchen, searching for something edible after a long day. There she went to open her fridge, trying to find something good and fresh to eat, only to be severely disappointed. Her fridge was a sad and desolate space, stocked with only one take-out container and two fruits that were already starting to look moldy. Padmé vaguely recalled how well-stocked her fridge had been with delicacies from Naboo when she had started her term as a Senator. Imports from her homeworld had become extremely expensive.

Padmé was almost a little ashamed to admit she wouldn’t mind accepting one of Palpatine’s dinner proposals only to get her hands on one of the parfaits she used to stuff her mouth with as a kid.

Once Anakin was back, she’d get him to cook something for her. She hadn’t expected him to be good at it, but he was a surprisingly great cook. On the few days they had had on Naboo together after Geonosis, he had pretty much taken over the kitchen within minutes of seeing her attempt at cutting an onion. He had still required her presence and aid at times, unused to his new prosthetic, but even then he had given her instructions on how to properly cut vegetables and fruits. Padmé had never been someone for cooking, it was a trouble and she had never had the time to learn. Perhaps she should start to, people did say that stress baking helped, though she wouldn’t know where to fit a cooking class into her busy schedule.

In the end, Padmé grabbed the take-out box from Dex’s – her new favorite place to order food at – and warmed it up. After it was done, she considered putting the contents of the box on a plate to make it look like she had put at least some effort into the meal. Demotivated she looked at the white container. If she grabbed a plate, she’d just have to clean that as well and there was no point to it if it was really just her. Padmé fished a fork out of her drawer and walked back to her living room. She didn’t even bother sitting down at her dinner table and instead got comfortable on her couch. What a mighty picture she made, former Queen of Naboo, slouching on her sofa, eating takeout in her PJs like an overworked university student.

Not that Padmé really knew what university life was like. Her handmaidens and she had been educated by private tutors who had given them an extensive overview in whatever subjects they needed or desired. As Padmé dug into her food, she considered whether the time she had needed to read up on archeology digs on Archeron Prime 2 in five minutes because nobody else had wanted to deal with ancient sites conversation and so had dumped it on her, had been similar enough to the common student experience.

Padmé was contemplating turning on a holomovie when finally, after weeks, her datapad chimed with a light ringtone, one she had assigned only to one person.

As quickly as possible, she shoved her food off her legs and reached for datapad. She hadn’t even swallowed her food completely when she hit the accept for the incoming call. Finally, Anakin had had the time to call her. She had so much she wanted to tell him-

“Senator Amidala?”

Padmé stared at the small blue hologram that very much did not depict her husband, but instead his young and small Padawan, looking as exhausted as Padmé felt.

Suddenly, Padmé became all too aware of her looks.

She took pride in her dresses, it was part of Naboo custom and one’s appearance in the public sphere was immensely important. She didn’t exactly look like a dedicated politician right now.

“Padawan Tano,” Padmé greeted Ahsoka, hoping her formal tone could save the situation at least a little. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to answer.”

Inwardly, Padmé cringed. Great, of course, she had to imply that she had thought she could answer Anakin’s call dressed like this. The day was just getting better and better. She couldn’t wait for it to be over.

If Ahsoka had anything to say about the way Padmé dressed, she didn’t let it show.

“I know, I’m sorry for calling you at this hour from my Master’s device, I wanted to talk to you and I didn’t have your number,” the youngling sounded like she was honestly sorry about it.

Padmé’s face softened. “There’s nothing to forgive, Ahsoka. Tell me, why are you calling me? You know I will never mind a call from you.”

“I- thank you. I’m calling about my Master.”

Ahsoka bit her lip and Padmé’s heartbeat sped up.

Oh no. Had Anakin said something? Had Ahsoka discovered their relationship? A thousand thoughts ran through her mind. This was the precise reason they were keeping it a secret still. Padmé couldn’t afford a scandal, Anakin needed to fight and they couldn’t put their friends between their duties and keeping their secret.

Well, Padmé should have known even their luck had to run out sometime.

“Ahsoka, look-“

“Did my master say anything to you before our battle on Temetha last month?” Asoka suddenly blurted out. “Anything strange? Weird? Bad?”

Their battle on-

Yes, Padmé remembered it. She had kept a keen eye on that one. It had been bound to be a difficult one according to the reports and it had also been the last major battle that Anakin had actively fought in as far as the news had been concerned. Ever since he had been on radio silence between her and Anakin. Nothing new of course, but she had still felt like something was going on behind the scenes.

“No,” Padmé said. “Nothing. Anakin and I had just talked about…”

Padmé grimaced. She was almost embarrassed to say that they had chatted about cheap romance novels and even worse holomovies. It had been such a dumb and random topic, childish almost, but it had occurred to her that she had no idea what kind of stories Anakin liked and enjoyed in his free time. They had decided to do a movie marathon the next time he was back on Coruscant, despite the fact that he desperately needed the time to recover and sleep, not spend hours awake with her.

“We talked about nothing really, just hobbies,” Padmé said. “Why? Did something happen?”

Ahsoka’s expression darkened.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this,” she started slowly.

Padmé contemplated stopping Ahsoka right then and there. The poor teenager was going through enough, Padmé shouldn’t use her distress to her own gain, but where else was she going to get information about Anakin?

“Did something happen to Anakin?”

Ahsoka hesitated, her eyes darted to somewhere in her room that Padmé couldn’t see.

“He was injured in the aftermath of the battle,” Ahsoka revealed. “And I don’t know how. The machines say he’s fine.”

The machines. What machines? Had it been vital? Was he comatose? Was that the reason she hadn’t heard a word from him, was the army keeping it under wraps as to not cause distress? What other secrets were they hiding-

Padmé’s growing panic must have shown on her face as Ahsoka reassured her quickly.

“He’s fine now! Or as fine as he can be at least. He won’t talk to me about anything anymore. Obi-Wan’s training me right now too because Anakin can’t.”

Padmé’s thoughts traveled to those days on Naboo in the aftermath of Geonosis. Anakin’s hadn’t been given the time he needed to recover properly and get used to his new prosthetic before he’d been sent out to fight in the front and yet, somehow, he was one of their strongest fighters. Had he lost another limb? How many weeks would they give him off this time if it had already been a month?

“I just thought you might know something,” Ahsoka finally finished. “Master Skywalker speaks very highly of you, you’re friends?”

“Very close friends, yes,” Pamdé told Ahsoka. “We met when we were just children. Anakin helped my planet considerably at the time.”

“Really?” Ahsoka asked, light returning to her eyes.

Perhaps Padmé would have to call Obi-Wan later, or see if she could get someone to tell her what was truly going on with the 501st.

Until then she had a Padawan to calm down.

“I can’t believe Anakin never shared this story with you. Let me tell you all about it,” Padmé said. “I was 14 and had been elected the Queen of Naboo…”

Padmé ended up talking for hours or so it felt like, much longer than she did with Anakin as he hardly had the time for it. When Padmé was done talking about her and Anakin’s first meeting and the consequent fight with the Trade Federation, she began regaling Ahsoka with more stories about her term as a queen. By the time the Padawan had to go again, Ahsoka was still bothered by her worry for her master, but at least she was smiling again.

Padmé ended the call and took a deep breath. She looked at her now cold dinner and the dark night sky.

Then she stood up and got to work.