#also hopefully i can get around to the other anon who brought this ship up as well so i can post it

[lazarus-harp]

this is probably caused by me currently binge rewatching season 2, but I think I would adore Tyler/Mat [Thespian/Detective].

I'm not entirely sure why and if you don't think it fits/is good, that's totally fine, I'm just very fond of Tyler in Season 2 and my rewatch reawakened that love

funnily enough, tyler/mat seems to be quite a hit with people! it was one of the ships that got commented down below on my ship post annnnd someone whipped up a long ramble about it in my inbox! seems like you aren't the only one to feel this way ( and i'll be sure to post the very well worded ask sometime soon, so feel free to keep an eye out for it <3 )

as for me and my personal thoughts on these two in a relationship ... i like it too! not at all surprising i think, considering i find tyler to be one of my favorite survivors outside the s3 duo. in my opinion, there's no way the thespian wouldn't cross mat's mind -- he witnessed joey's death, was there for him in his final moments, and that's not something to just brush aside. it helps that i'm also very fond of the 'tyler and joey were dating/had a dating past' take, which is a whole other topic on its own. just feels fitting, right? their little chivalrous hand kiss moment, this almost sworn fealty because they're being so open about how they don't want each other to be the ones to die ... gives this particular vibe that's hard to shake. and i feel like tyler just handles joey's speciality for bullshit and bad choices quite well, in a way that makes this seem like a common occurrence he's dealt with. regardless of whether you view this as true for your take on etn events or not, it remains likely for tyler to be one of the only survivors to care, and still care, about joey. and he's cared for in turn! the savant could've easily sent him a letter and ask for his help in everlock, only to choose not to. it wouldn't be fair and joey knew, without a doubt, the people he was asking for help were going to die. so it's just bittersweet, joey loves despite the distance and tyler cares despite the fact he thinks the man's a rotting corpse. but, like i said, this bond only makes the detective/the thespian all the more likely. if there was any survivor mat would spare a thought on ( besides nikita, obviously ) it'd be tyler. even if his initial thoughts were some misplaced 'i wish i would've been there for joey like that' jealousy. you know, wanting to be that steady force, that gentle hand that would guide the savant into eternal rest, since that's what joey was for him. though with jealousy comes curiosity and longing, at least for matthew, so i could see it blossoming into something more over time and with exposure.

mat x other survivors always intrigues me, since i view nikita and mat to be rather averse to them. if they found out there were more people like them, that'd come with questions and pity : and our everlock survivors don't like those very much, which isn't even accounting for the deserved vitriol some of them would have for joey! there's such a space there, this kinda rift. while the other four have been forced to move on and, probably, have made amazing progress with that ... mat and nikita are stuck in the past. they join a society, they train, they swarm around joey graceffa, and they very firmly don't move on. the two of them, maybe to different extremes, are completely under this illusion that they'll be able to save the people they love, so why bother mourning them? and naturally the other survivors would find this behavior troublesome if they knew, perhaps even triggering! which isn't to say i hate the idea of the fanonized 'survivor group therapy' sessions i've seen before, but i do think these meetings would only make mat and nikita feel more isolated. i can imagine the comments the others would make, out of a distaste for joey and a roundabout way to help these two recently traumatized souls move on, where they'd make mentions of how “what's dead should stay dead, guys.” and mat's hand would grip his own knee to the point of bruising, pale faced and tense, and nikita's hackles would rise defensively. or attempts at comforting logic, like, “but we never actually killed anyone. we were forced, there wasn't another choice.” which would make nikita more feel monstrous because she did, she held that gun in her hand and chose because there was a choice. their good intentions are good, yet they'd do more harm than any help for the most part. their attempts at consoling ( while not knowing the full scale of what nikita and mat have done and gone through, since i'd imagine they'd be tight lipped about it ) would just drive the duo further away in the end. well, mostly! while i view oli, eva, and andrea as people who see 'moving forward as soon as possible' as the only way to healing, i think tyler's view of things is, naturally, somewhat warped.

for one, while his feelings might have some resentment to them, he'd be selfishly relieved joey's back. maybe not at the price of killing others but it'd be a balm to this sore spot -- this unshakable feeling of not commiting to their promise of them both making it, of not being able to save joey and only being able to give him a shitty coffin to sleep in, his messy bed of curls kissed by the crown he wanted so desperately and the one tyler got to wear in the end. we see how tyler questioned and fretted about joey's disappearance before he even accepts the invite, how hard he seemed to be taking it, so i can only guess what his death did. i just don't think he felt the closure he should've felt at seeing joey's body fall. perhaps some part of him, the part that bonded with the crown, understood it wasn't over yet, or he cared for the savant too fiercely to believe it fully. like, yes, he moved on. he had to. but something in him always hoped for that different outcome, one he ends up getting eventually. meaning that unlike everyone else he'd be one of the only ones who'd want to so earnestly ask mat and nikita about their friend turned partner. he wouldn't be able to muster up any agreement at 'what's dead should stay dead' even if he finds a rescue mission to be ridiculous and absolutely horrifying. and considering how much joey's fond of mat, in a way that's slowly been stabbed out of him, i think tyler would inevitably notice that too. i'm fond of that trope where two people recognize each other only because of being branded by a third party's love. tyler isn't in joey's life anymore, whether he wants to be or not, yet the detective is. fills the role of closest companion who's learning the savant like the back of his hand, who's going to know things that tyler won't ever get to. it's a strange position for them both to be in, especially if one or both of those relationships were never romantic. lots of blurred lines! and while tyler wouldn't be jealous the way mat is, it'd come with its own somberness. joey's alive and well but he has to let him go anyway. he's breathing and walking this earth but he won't ever come home. if tyler can't talk to joey, mat would be the next best option : and if he could handle joey's entire ordeal he wouldn't be dissuaded from mat, no matter how jealous or odd or intense he'd be.

and the detective, bless his stupid heart, has never been one who can fight attachments for long. normally, he dives right in, head first and eager. but the resistance would be there! he'd try and it'd be easy at first, being polite while still packing a punch is matthew's speciality, and he'd be busy with society stuff -- he'd be distant, barely there, or on the off chance he's around he'd want to be glued to nikita's side. after everlock i've always viewed mat as someone who's stopped caring for connection with strangers, too focused on dead people and nikita and joey to fully care like before. and, shocker, normally to make friends or get into the dating scene you've gotta make an effort! mat not bothering and isolating himself away pretty effectively cut him off from that need for others, so it's not a surprise that if tyler tried ( really and truly showed effort ) he'd start faltering fast. out of place defenses weakened by how much he already thinks about the man, by how much they share, because even if mat struggles to bond with the other survivors they'd all be drawn to each other for that shared pain. trauma bonding, and what have you. it'd be worse with tyler, who cared for joey so much and has felt that similar anguish of betrayal and hope and love and hate for the guy ... just like mat did, maybe even more so given their longer history. a lot of etn shipping, for me anyway, typically turns toxic to some degree ( how could it not, when it's a show about killing each other and selfish needs and loving strangers to extreme levels? ) but i honestly see the thespian as being one of the few people who could be good for a post s3 matthew. he's kind, sure, he gets it, although tyler's always had a capacity for being real when the time calls for it. he's not a sugar coater, i guess! he wouldn't stand by and watch the detective go down these very self destructive paths, but he'd go about it in a way that's compassionate and ( mostly ) non-judgemental. it's probably one of the biggest reasons joey never wanted to drag tyler into this mess to begin with, because he knew if he hit him up just to say, “hey, got this really mysterious and creepy house in the 1920's from a cousin i didn't know i had! it won't let me sleep though, wanna come hang?” tyler would've came over just to force joey to pack and get the hell out. it says a lot that the only way the savant would've ever invited tyler was if he was literally mind controlled to do so, lol. and, again, the biggest reason tyler fell for that was because he was worried out of his mind about the man. i just think he wouldn't let matthew do this mission, that he'd encourage moving on, while openly admitting to how hard it is to do so. an open and raw honesty mat would fall for, unlike the clipped and roundabout way the other survivors would be like in a group.

i also just think tyler loves crazy people and mat is nothing but crazy, in his own disguised way. it also doesn't hurt that mat's type in guys seems to be dramatic gay men either, haha.

of course, their entire relationship doesn't have to revolve around this shared bond with joey that's done them massive damage. i feel like in a world where joey's been in pandora's box for four years, he'd slowly fade from being the center point of their relationship anyway. they'd grow into each other and realize what they have in common, and mat enjoys the act of learning someone. the two of them would talk theatre, with the detective making half hearted remarks about how he wishes he could've been given the thespian role, and tyler would make a sassy-ish comment about how maybe mat wasn't dramatic enough for it. they're goofy, they live for fun, they both have a tendency to be deemed as 'obnoxious', and they do have a shared, mutual love for having an audience. like most relationships there'd be differences, stark ones, but over time they'd really fall into loving each other and loving each other well, i believe. i haven't rewatched s2 in a while so maybe my characterization of tyler is a little off, yet this is the vibe they give me. it's kinda indescribable! hard to put your finger on, in a sense, but i could feel this really working for them after a bit of slowburn. i definitely get the feeling that, in a more normal au ( like etn highschool or something ), they'd for sure be friends with a respect for one another. running in the same circles, etc. there's stuff there! major potential! since they haven't interacted you could go anywhere with this dynamic, though this would be my take on it. overall i'd say this bad boy would be my favorite mat ship out of the survivors, minus joeypat and matkita, which is just one of many ways to say : i ship it for sure.

[bettsplendens]

Hello and good evening, may I kindly ask for some orollow propaganda pretty please I'm curious 👁️ (anon bc I'm shy but we interacted earlier I'm following up on my words)

Important author's note: check the notes in a bit for a reblog on my writing blog, ft. first kiss.

hello yes you've activated my trap card (the trap is that now I talk about bugs)

(unfortunately I have my own trap card tripped. namely: headache. hopefully there is coherence.)

First, some background. I swiped a headcanon from author NurgleTWH that Oro was some flavor of battlefield/wartime medic, and I then brought him into my post-canon longfic to be useful in two capacities: a good deal of experience with severely injured bugs, and being large enough and strong enough to easily move, say, the entire Hollow Knight.

He shows up in chapter 3, is introduced to Hollow, and proceeds to pick them up to move them. Hollow, who is reeling and deeply confused at being rescued, on a great deal of pain medication, and being bridal carried, manifests a large number of question marks at the entire experience. He then gets a proper look at the place where their shoulder, part of their flank, and a bit of their lung should be, and immediately swears about it. Cue solidly over a chapter of careful examination, involving him handling them as gently as he can, talking to them, and helping to get the gunk scrubbed off their everything. Very confusing for our favorite sacrifice.

I then had two people in my comments mention that it seemed like there was a spark of something between them. Now, they're both too preoccupied for that something to be romantic, but there is definitely something.

And then I thought about the ship idea, and, oh no. That's really good actually.

So! Propaganda.

There's so much potential for that first meeting. Hollow gets probably about the first gentle medical attention and respectful handling they've had in their entire life, and Oro gets to meet the most terrifyingly stubborn bug-thing he's ever met in his life.

A lot of potential for how that evolves, too. Hollow gradually coming out of their shell, getting more of that gentle care, and Oro finding to his surprise that this incredibly traumatized, terribly injured warrior likes and trusts him.

They get along well, once used to each other. They both have a tendency to socialize like cats- they quietly sit near whoever it is, probably doing their own thing. Hollow ends up leaning on him a lot.

(Oh, that's another bonus of Beetle Big, beyond him being able to pick them up. He stays warm a lot longer than a small bug would.)

Important to this ship, I think: at some point in the future, when they both start to realize they've been mutually wandering towards something more than quiet companionship, it's Hollow who makes the first move. Oro doesn't dare- he worries about inadvertently pressuring them, and he also doesn't entirely think they like him entirely this much. He's a cranky bastard with nothing much to offer. Probably why it takes him a bit to realize what they're up to when they keep quietly bringing him things. He works it out somewhere around about the second live orchid, I think.

They're both idiots, a little bit. Hollow doesn't entirely think to inform him that they're trying to court him, and he goes "well. that can't possibly be what it looks like." for a somewhat entertainingly long time.

They also find each other's prowess in combat to be extremely attractive. Vessel observation pro tip: one can easily tell whether the large beetle in the sparring ring is Mato or Oro based on whether Hollow, watching, looks either mildly interested or like they're about to pounce on him. (My angle on Hollow is demi. Mato is also an impressive fighter, but they don't have enough of a relationship with him, or anything near the right sort, to find him attractive.)

Another stolen headcanon: Oro embroiders. Extension: Hollow picks up on his (canon!) liking for small, pretty things and brings him assorted live plants about it, Oro quietly embroiders matching flowers on things for them to wear. It's very sweet.

Neither of them is overly expressive in most circumstances, but Hollow does routinely go to exchange affectionate little head-bonks regardless of if there's an audience, and Oro hasn't turned that down yet. He also, very rarely, approaches them for quiet public affection, and they light up every time. (there's a lot more affection in private. Hollow likes to pour themself into his lap when given the opportunity.)

Basically: grumpy bastard loner with a soft squishy center under all the armor meets lethal eldritch creature who's learning how to exist without the chains they were born into, somehow they wind up being sweet at each other. Woe betide anyone who threatens either one of them, because they both know the other is able to handle themself but like fuck are they not going to react anyway.

Mildly/moderately NSFW bit below this cut:

Hollow, post discovering their libido (mainly by means of picturing themself and Oro in the place of the characters in a smut novel they're reading), turns out to be much less wary and much more enthusiastic about sex than expected. Yes, their body is doing new things and sort of inventing genitals from scratch, but they're thoroughly enjoying themself and they trust him entirely. They're done with fear and shame, they've got a few years practice under their nonexistent belt and are very firmly done with fear and shame about their reactions and desires, they're just going to enjoy.

Oro, first time: I need to be careful and gentle. It's entirely possible they're going to not like this at all, or need to take things as slowly as possible. Hollow's libido, revving up: pin me down and bite me please

(Wyrms that choose to find a mate only to breed will often battle for who has to carry the eggs, as they all produce both sets of gametes but generally prefer not to spend the resources required to carry a clutch instead of siring it and leaving. Whichever wyrm ends up the egg partner typically also ends up being wrapped in coils and bitten as a sexy-for-wyrms method of restraint. Hollow comes already wired to find this sort of thing hot, stacks their enjoyment of Oro's strength on top of that, and adds their own biting kink to what came with instinct.)

Hollow deeply needs many opportunities to shut their brain off and let someone else do all the thinking and worrying about things, Oro likes to have a partner relax for him to give all the attention to. Lines up perfectly- they get to lay back, purr, and have nothing to worry about except showing what they like, and also to make use of their lack of abdominal organs for size queen purposes, and he gets to have this unearthly, beautiful creature squirming and purring for him.

Sooner or later Hollow arranges for some entirely unobserved time in the sparring ring, riles Oro up enough to get him to actually handle them roughly and pin them to the wall, then convinces him to continue handling them roughly in an entirely different faction. They're gonna claw the hell out of that wall, and fall over afterward on discovering that their knees temporarily don't work.

Hollow has about five essentially-prehensile tongues. No further words needed, I think.

[alleyskywalker]

Theyne vs Tristheon vs Tristheyne?

Ahhh anon I’m so sorry it took me forever  to answer this! I wasn’t really sure what you had wanted to know/wanted me to talk about but I wanted to give a satisfying response and of course just…ended up spinning my wheels for a bit agh.

My OTPs! My endgame OTPs! At least two of them and then the third that’s polycule that smooshes them together, and I have to admit that while I’m pretty picky about poly stuff, it can be a very satisfying way to solve ship conflicts if you think the three characters would work all three together.

Both Theyne and Tistheon absolutely come with hitting certain id things for me which are specifically: 1) wanting Theon to get a soft and happy endgame, 2) wanting Theon to finally be in a relationship (not necessarily a romantic one generally, but for the purposes of shipping yes) where he is valued and prioritized and loved, and 3) a special bonus if the relationship is with a character who is also ironborn or is not so attached elsewhere that they can’t join Theon in an endgame on the Iron Islands where the move wouldn’t feel too unfair to them. It’s not that I require all my ships to be Soft or healthy or Endgame Material, even with Theon, but I think with him especially this is a desire that I do like to have fulfilled.

Theyne is obviously the ship with the most canon support and is a ship that’s kind of int hat borderline area of…I don’t really think George would let me have this, like I don’t really see him going this way. Like him just letting Theon be alive and at peace and hopefully in nice/comfortable circumstances at the end would already be a fucking victory. I don’t think we’re getting a romance, especially this one, and eh. Overall from a canon perspective that might be better. Also, it would…difficult to do a Theyne romance within the scope of the books due to the age gap. I’m really not very precious about ages and age gaps in fiction, especially historical/fantasy fiction like this where the most of the kids and teenagers all act like 3-4 years older than they apparently are supposed to be, and still I usually never have anything overly romantic happen with Theyne until several years post-Dance.

So yea I don’t see this having a chance at being canon or anything but like…it could be. Like very seriously, if GRRM was a different writer, if this was a slightly different type of series…it’s written very romantically. Not in the sense that the characters have romantic feelings for each other but in that the themes and tropes and imagery around this relationship feel very High Romance to me. (While also being just subverted enough, just gritty and complicated and non-played-straight enough to make this ship actually interesting and soul-destroying to me jfglsdf. Have I mentioned recently I’m a hard sell on het?)  I wrote a bit about what I love about Theyne here, but the summary version is that it’s very much about significant common experiences, the past coming around full circle with the present, the seeing the truth of/about each other when others don’t, the mutual dependency and being able to offer each other the love and future and understanding that they both need. (And a freedom from the Starks…that too, though that’s something Theon needs a lot more than Jeyne.)

Not that…this relationship would necessarily be free of angst or any conflict. They’ve both suffered a lot of trauma and would have individual needs that could be difficult to handle for a partner at times. It’s unclear if Jeyne is aware that Theon took Winterfell (her home, after all) in a conquest for a “foreign” power – which, regardless of anything else, naturally brought violence into the life of its people – or that he killed two kids, whether Bran and Rickon or not. Depending on whether she already knows this information or not, it might be a starting discovery that she may not take well. Theon was also forced to perform a non-consensual sex act on her. He had no real will in the situation, granted, but he was still the tangible tool of her abuse, which she doesn’t seem to blame him for but, again, if one wished to fill this ship with angst and possible dysfunction, the groundwork is there. And like…would they have things in common? Like normal, everyday, happy things?

But like, overall, when I’m shipping this and daydreaming about it, I’m very much seeing it as a Soft endgame ship with cliché marriage and all that, with lots of tenderness and love for Theon (for both of them) ❤

In comparison, Tristheon is of course very reliant on headcanons. These characters haven’t really interacted and to the extent they have, it’s mostly Theon having a couple of snarky, not very nice thoughts about Tris being Asha’s pet. It’s unclear how well and from when/where they know each other. Tris is also a minor character and I certainly live in fear that GRRM could go in some unpleasant direction with him. But on the other hand, what we can extrapolate of his personality is promising: Tris truly seems like an idealistic and romantic person – a little too much so for the Islands, if Asha’s assessment is to be trusted – who’s practically made of loyalty and devotion, someone who’s capable of faithfulness, steadfastness and commitment. His naivete regarding his relationship with Asha is sad, but it’s not meanspirited (and people’s contempt on this account is moronic and heartless, imo) – he hasn’t seen her for years, since he was forbidden from seeing her but her father while they were in the middle of an affair. She doesn’t actually personally reject him until their first scene. The fact that he’s unable to switch off his feelings for her immediately as though it’s a fucking light switch is actually to his credit.

Anyway, what this has to do with Tristheon is that…this is the kind of soft engame boyfriend I want for Theon. The kind of person who, if he does develop genuine feelings, would be a devoted and loving partner, the sort who could be selfless and understanding with all the difficulties that Theon will likely have in re-adjusting to life and re-learning/practicing certain things, the limitations he might have. (How miserable is a world without modern medicine…) This is also someone who might have common childhood memories with Theon, a common cultural background and understanding. Someone who might just have similar hobbies with him lol. But they might also be able to connect on a level of mutual understanding when it comes to not completely fitting in with their culture, what with Tris being better adjusted and yet still “too sweet” for the islands to an extent. They would also be very able to give each other exactly what the other would want to receive and vice versa, i.e. Tris, I think, really wants to be needed while Theon maybe thinks he wants to be needed but really what he wants/needs is to be accepted and unconditionally loved.

I think I do also enjoy/allow Tristheon to skew a little angstier than Theyne – in part because that’s always kind of how I am with slash, I guess, but also because Jeyne is also a character I guess I want to protect, whereas Tris someone who can take on a bit more angst xD Tristheon allows, for me, more explorations in themes of Theon’s fitting in with the ironborn, dealing with his past failures (intentional or not, understandable/justifiable or not) in leading them/being their prince, the somewhat more grittier and hurt/comfort inclined side of his post-trauma issues, and putting to rest the ghost of Robb Stark, who’s relationship to/with Theon I see as in many ways a contrast to how I imagine Tristheon as a ship.  (I talked some before about the Tristheon vs. Throbb contrasts here, although in the context of a specific fic, but it applies generally.)

There are also some possibilities to explore a bit of role-reversal in the Supportive Boyfriend Realm, in that Tris would possibly have a certain amount of trauma potentially remaining after such a blunt crash of all his hopes and dreams re: Asha, that were clearly based on a romantic worldview that, well, is naïve in a some similar ways Sansa’s pre-ACOK worldview is naïve, and yet he’s managed to carry this idealism into adulthood. And this disillusionment then comes at a really shit time too, what with the war, his elder brother dying, his father’s murder….

Tristheyne – ahhh I’m excited that you came up with a shipname for it ❤ This is like…what if I don’t have to choose between the two OTPs? :D I haven’t actually thought about this layout too much; I think I might have requested it once for an exchange? But it’s a very soft concept to me? I think Tris/Jeyne would be a very cute and soft ship – Tris is just great boyfriend material, you can fight me. Yea, yea, he needs to get over his teenage first love and realize his romanticism is very overwrought but…otherwise, again, like Theon, Jeyne could use the faithfulness, kindness and affection. I do worry that with all three of them having various levels of significant trauma and issues, including on the romantic/relationship front, jealousy born of insecurity could infect a poly arrangement... But it’s fanfic! We don’t have to let it!

Anyway, anon, I don’t know what you actually wanted me to talk about. This all came out very rambley, I fear, but thank you! I love my children 🤍💙💛🖤💚🤍

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #122

1. I'm looking for a slow burn fic with scenes over the course of time where Aziraphale and Crowley fall in love. I can remember one of chapters was when Crowley becomes a pirate on a ship called the Crowley that captures a ship that Aziraphale is on and Crowley ends up rescuing him. In another chapter they end up saving a boy who was dying from the plague. That's all I remember. - anon

2. Thank you again for all your hard work! I'm looking for a one shot (maybe 2 chapters at most??) Fic I love and lost. Not sure if it's on tumblr or a03 tho I've tried searching both. Essentially Aziraphale gets killed/so injured he dies and Crowley simply Cannot Imagine a world without Aziraphale in it and reality shudders around them as Crowleys powers fueled by his imagination war with the reality of Aziraphale dead. Eventually God steps in and says "oh alright, just this Once". (It's not any of the lovely fics in ur most recent death fic posts) - @nova-nox

3. Hiya, I’m incredibly grateful for this blog because without it I wouldn’t have found any of the amazing fics I’ve read haha! I partially read a fanfic a while ago about Crowley, who manages to become a musical director (?) / someone who works with famous-ish bands in the 1960’s-80’s in America. I have no idea what it was called, but I think it was a slow burn between him and Aziraphale? I’m pretty sure it was also somewhat historically accurate as well but idk. It was definitely quite long as well. Hopefully I haven’t been too vague haha, but thank you in advance if you do manage to find it! - anon

4. I can'nt find a fic. Basically A and C never met. Crowley gets summoned and the summoners get killed in the process. He is captured and brought to A who binds him to the bookshop. They get to trust each other eventually. And Aziraphale is still an angel but cut ties with heaven. And I think the guy who captuted Crowley turns out to be a massive asshole. Thank you for everything you do! - anon

5. I lost a fic. At certain times Crowley is turned into how he was right after the fall (more demonic and refered to as Crawley. And this is the first time Aziraphale is gonna deal with him like that. I remember him feeding Crawley boiled eggs and them cuddling. There were also misunderstandings. I think Crawley thought he is being kept as a slave? Thank you for this blog and all the work you do! - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[stormblessed95]

Storm you will not believe this. Kind of old but I was waiting for help to translate this to English. Hopefully the following story will make you laugh in pure disbelief and not make you too angry. So I’m trying to make army friends in my country (non-English speaking) so I joined a group chat to get to know some new people. It’s going well, and we tend to talk about topics once bangtan bombs or vlives go up etc. So around the time BTS on corden dropped, there’s a pic of Corden carrying JM where JM’s lower half looks wowww. I bring this up in passing amongst a slew of compliments to the other members too, add a lil peach emoji, but nothing too much- pretty much standard praise for our chat. One of the members of the chat replies to my JM message ‘Hmm I don’t see it. Tae has the nicest ass in the group let’s be real’ . At this point I’m confused and affronted cause - 1. Blasphemy and RUDE 2. Even If that’s your opinion I didn’t ask!! and 3.There’s certain features that members get particular praises for, otherwise army (and the members!) wouldn’t have coined phrases like namtiddies, CGV, worldwide shoulders etc. So while, absolutely Tae has a lovely booty, let’s not act like that diminishes that there is a whole fandom dedicated to jibooty alone, including Mr. you-have-to-touch-his-thighs himself (war of hormone Tae, I’m also looking at you!!!). So I’m looking at this message and this message is looking at me, and for the life of me I don’t know how to reply nicely. Thankfully someone changes the topic of conversation and the other members promptly follow suit. One of the ppl in the chat private messages me and apologises for what happened and says that it happens ALL THE TIME and that the girl is a tkkr, as if that explains anything?!?! I ask them for more clarity and they explain ‘She doesn’t like it when people praise jimin’s booty so she tries to convince others that tae’s is better, cause tkk are together and jk as the type of guy that he is must like the guy with the better figure’. So I’m looking at this message and this message is looking at me, and so I leave my phone, wash my eyes and come back to the same message, which is still looking at me. I have lost all brain cells, my desire to live and my faith in humanity. Ladies, nb’s and gentlemen, jimin is not allowed to have an objectively nice booty because of tkk. Apparently this is something some tkkrs have gotten into trouble for before. Storm, I must estimate that I have lost 7 years of my life because of this. The connotations of this scream homophobia, fetishisation, sexism and sex negativity to name a few, holy hell. Do you know when something is so dumb you just have to laugh or you’ll lose your mind? This is a 21+ group, someone over the age of 21 thinks like this!!! Needless to say, I did leave this gc, since they allowed this behaviour to go unchecked long enough for their to be history of altercations. Extra tidbits - 1. This only applied to jimin and not the other members (no shit sherlock) though yoonbooty and tiny waist jk have been brought up and praised before (as they should, kings!) 2. Same applied whenever anyone brought up jm’s lips too, but not Jin who is co-member of the bratz line (hmmm I wonder why). I knew that some tkkrs were bad, but the fact that someone would be so pressed that they can’t even let jibooty be, has really taken me to a place of disgust I doubt I can ever recover from…Anyways who needs army friends when I have BTS and your blog, am I right!!! What are some of your fav jibooty and bratz jm moments? Mine are the aforementioned James corden pants or let me keep you warm by slapping the jibooty and lip makeup for the blood sweat and tears m/v and stages.

Well.... thats... alot.... lmao I'm glad you left that GC. I don't care whose ass you prefer lmao to do so only because of a ship is weird as heck and clearly its for the reasons of being a petty bxtch only then. But regardless. Anon. If my husband questions as to why I have a bunch of ass photos on my phone now, imma send him your way. Thank you! Lol I'm going to throw in a lot of members appreciating the jibooty gifs though too

Thanks for showing off Jimin...

Take it easy Tae 😂🤣 he is just really out here staring hard lmao

We've lost Jungkook.... 😂

Took your time there Yoongi....

Yes, I agree Jin 🤣😂

[arsenicpanda]

“Hey, arsenicpanda,” I hear my convenient strawman asking, “why have you been so distant from the bughead fandom lately?”

Well, as they say, one bad apple can spoil the barrel…

And I’ve encountered a lot of bad apples.

So, back in March, I went from just shipping Betty and Jughead to also shipping Jughead and Tabitha (and to a lesser extent Jughead and Toni, but that one isn’t relevant here).  And it brought me a chunk of anon hate.  See, there I was, playing with a toy with all these kids I thought were my friends, when I spotted another totally different toy I liked and started playing with that one too. And then, for no apparent reason, some of the people I’d been playing with before just started throwing rocks at me.

Harassment over a ship is annoying, I know this from the B/As, but harassment over a ship from members of one of your own fan-communities is just...it hurts, somehow, even coming from random strangers.  It’s mostly died down now, but there were around two months where I got a serious, concentrated amount of asshole anons every time I opened my mouth to talk about Jughead and Tabitha or posted a gif set of them. I’d immediately get hate in my inbox in a way that says “I hate your opinions but I also have you on notifications.”  Once I turned off anon and got someone who made three sockpuppet accounts to continue to send me hate.  Sometimes they’d take their interpretations of my opinions over to other blogs on anon in hopes that I’d be dunked on without being mentioned by name.  And it sucked, a lot.

I was largely left alone otherwise, but I felt as if there was an implicit message of “If you fall in line, you can stay, but otherwise get the fuck out,” and somehow that part hurt most of all.  Maybe because I’d thought this was a safe space, but in reality it was only safe as long as I didn’t say anything that most of the fandom would take issue with. Still, I didn’t answer them and I kept quiet because I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me, and I didn’t want to answer that kind of hurtful shit in the first place; I did keep screenshots though because I always like to have proof of things.

It’s eaten at me somehow, left a bad taste in my mouth about the bughead fandom; I felt, and continue to feel even, unwelcome in my own fandom.  We like to pretend that we are never the aggressors, never the assholes, and something about getting concrete proof that that’s not the case bothers me.  I know every fandom has assholes, but I didn’t expect the assholes to eat their own, which is very “I never thought the face-eating leopards would eat my face,” I know, I know.  Riverdale itself tried its hardest to ruin bughead for me, but it never succeeded, not really; the bughead fandom, however, really kneecapped my ability to enjoy it somehow.  Perhaps it’s the nature of anon hate, that there’s no one to direct your ire to when you get it; it just comes from the void, and at best you’ll have a vague direction to be mad at, but that’s not very satisfying, now is it?  I don’t even know how many people this is, if it’s one or two or ten or more, if it’s really bughead fans or if this is some bizarre false flag operation from the B/As, and it’s so frustrating.

I still ship bughead, by the way, and I’m 99.9% sure it’s endgame, and I’ll enjoy that when it happens; I like Jughead/Tabitha and bugabitha though, and I’d be down for those as endgame too (canon Jughead/Tabitha would require Betty having her own romantic endgame, just one that wasn’t Archie).  I don’t make much bughead content because all my ideas would work best with footage of their reunion, something we know we’re getting in 5b; I just have to wait it out, and I will.  I make a lot of Jughead/Tabitha content because I have ideas for them, and I also probably have all the footage for them I’ll ever be able to use, so there’s no reason to wait for more; it’s also a small ship, and someone should do it, so why not me?  Be the change you want to see in the world and so on.

So why talk about this now, you ask?  Why do this when it’ll just put a target on my back and invite the harassment back in?  Because it bothers me, mainly, and because I just want to post the proof of the bughead fandom’s bullying that I can refer back to should I ever need to.  Maybe I just want to shame the fandom into better behavior.  Maybe I just want to get it off my chest.  Maybe I want to say, “Hey, don’t send hurtful anons, because odds are someone else already had that idea, and they really add up,” and encourage people not to perpetuate this behavior and energy in the Riverdale fandom or carry it into other fandoms they’re a part of.  Maybe I just want to explain why I haven’t been around, even though I’d like to be.  I don’t know.

But this is why I’m consuming less bughead content these days, this negative association.  And it’s frustrating because I’ve met some really great people here and read great fics and seen great art and gif sets.  I’m not leaving, and I’m certainly not shutting up about my opinions on anything; I’m not giving anyone that satisfaction.  But I am stepping back some in terms of engagement, I suppose.  I’ll keep making the content I’m inspired to make, share the opinions I feel like sharing, including ones on bughead, but I’ll just consume less content.  Hopefully this won’t be a permanent condition because that would just suck so much because, as I said, there are some awesome people here and they make some awesome content and have some awesome opinions.

tl;dr Fandom can suck, including the bughead fandom, which I’ve experienced first hand, and now I’m stepping back a bit but not leaving.

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Salvation, Damnation

My Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader, Heahmund&Reader (brother/sister relationship)

Summary: “Where the reader is Heahmund's sister (or some kind of close relative) and she ends up meeting Ivar, but while Heahmund's always seen her as quiet, shy and insecure, she finds Ivar attractive and starts hitting on him and openly flirting with him in front of any and everyone. Ivar notices that it bothers Heahmund, so he flirts with her back until they end up spending 1 on 1 time with each other (something cute and romantic) and he starts to genuinely like her.”

I am so sorry anon if I dissapointed you, this story got away from me.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, nothing major. My awful attempt at masking my dislike for Heahmund. Horrible, horrible attempts at writing sexual tension. Subtle (and not so subtle) D/s dynamics. Implied sex. Implied bondage, and knife/blood kink. Nothing exactly explicit, but still.

A/N: I really need to put my foot down and write a meek reader character at some point, they always turn out being crazy or annoying little shits. Or both.

Also, alternate title to this: two switches try to out-dom one another for 3k words. Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius @xbellaxcarolinax @1950schick​ @ietss​ 

Heahmund paces in front of you, head low and hand gripping tightly at his cross.

“You will be sent to Kent, I have friends there that can-…”

“No, I will not leave you.” You argue, to which your brother replies only with a sigh.

“I want you safe.”

“I will be safe with you, not surrounded by old men and priests somewhere in Engl-...”

“Can’t you see we are surrounded by enemies!?” Heahmund’s voice doesn’t rise, but it still makes you tremble, “We can’t afford to stay together.”

“Then why make that Viking take me from Lindsey? You put me in his grasp.”

“Lindsey won’t hold under English control for long,” He promises, voice almost a whisper though you can still hear the anger, the impotence, the fear bubbling beneath “It is too close to York. You’ve seen their army, they’ll…they’ll crush them all.”

“And yet you fight for them, for pagans.”

“I don’t have a choice,” His hands are warm on your arms, “But you do. I have to send you to Kent, I have to keep you alive.”

“Why would they kill me?”

“Punishment for a failure, maybe. Ivar knows he needs only to threaten your life to have me do his bidding.”

“And you think he’ll allow you to ship me away? The one thing that keeps you on a leash?” You shake your head, “Brother, this is madness.”

“I don’t care if he allows it,” Heahmund sentences, voice grave and certain. “Whatever punishment befalls on me, I shall endure.”

You shake your head again, and you want to fight back, argue, but you know that dead look in his eyes, you know that deadly stillness, that terrifying certainty.

And so you lower your eyes, and accept his words with a nod of your head.

He needn’t know you retrace each and every one of his steps, and undo his plans for sending you off to England. You will die before leaving your brother alone at the mercy of these heathens.

____

“Does your sister know how to play?” The Viking asks, moving a wooden piece on the board. Without missing a beat, he adds, “Or are nuns not allowed to learn chess?”

“She’s not a-…” Heahmund closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “She does.”

The Viking looks down at the board, and his expression twists into a mix of surprise and disapproval at your brother’s move.

“Hopefully better than you,” And it seems answering a question about you, acknowledging your presence, was a wrong move on your brother’s part. “Does she have a tongue?”

You keep your eyes on the pale ones of the youngest son of Ragnar.

“I do.” You reply slowly. The Viking only seems to grow more delighted with this little game of his.

“And you know who I am, don’t you, little dove?”

“There are more fun ways to make me say your name, you know.” You quip, and not even a thousand years of teachings of chastity and restraint could keep you from smiling when the Viking’s eyes widen, right before he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, looking…hungry.

The youngest son of Ragnar stands, using the table and then the crutch at his side to stand tall and walk towards you.

When your brother growls his name in warning, Ivar only laughs darkly, and continues approaching you until he towers over you, eyes dark and set on you.

“What would those ways be, little dove?” He reaches down, and hooks one finger on the rosary bracelet you wear, tugging on it and reminding you strikingly of bindings.

“Hands-on practice is much more…rewarding than lessons.”

“Hmm,” The Viking muses, eyes studying you with an intensity that should make you uncomfortable. He doesn’t release his hold on the rosary on your wrist, for a moment tugging on it harder and making it tighten on your skin like rope. He chuckles, “I like you. You are…interesting, for a Christian.”

“And you are…intriguing, for a Viking.”

Ivar the Boneless only huffs a laugh, but there’s still a spark of excitement in his gaze, of pride, of satisfaction.

He turns his head to the side, and addresses your brother, ordering him to leave.

Heahmund hesitates, of course he does, and his hand goes to the handle of his sword at his side. You hold your breath.

But after a moment, with the restrained anger of a dog brought to heel, the threat that he might take these Vikings and this kingdom down single-handedly if you are to come to harm written in his dark eyes; your brother takes his leave.

The Viking’s hand closes around your throat, and you only stare back at him with wide eyes as he corners you towards the wall. He is so close to you, with each breath you take you feel his armor against your own chest, you can discern every speck of blue in his eyes.

“What game are you playing?” He snarls, but you cannot find the words, your heart beating wildly in your chest and the blood in your veins singing with fear and something else. “Answer me!”

“I am not playing anything!”

“I don’t believe you,” He snarls without hesitation, lips curved into what looks like a beast threatening to attack. The hand on your neck moves up, cupping your jaw roughly and moving your head to the side. You feel his breath on your neck as he speaks again, quieter, “I don’t like being lied to.”

“I am not lying, you brute. Now get your hand off me.”

“Or what?”

Your eyes widen, but something in your blood sings at his defiance, something in his blue eyes as he dares you makes your heart quicken.

“What?”

“You heard me, little dove. What will you do, if I don’t do as you say?”

You are pushed against a wall in some Viking kingdom, with the most feared Viking alive holding you by the throat, and yet you smile at him.

You reach up with your hand, and, the same way he did earlier to you, you hook a finger on the metal arm-ring on his wrist, and tug, hard enough he feels the strain of the makeshift binding.

“Why don’t you do as I say?” You prompt sweetly, “I prefer rewarding to punishing, I have too soft a heart.”

Ivar’s lips part at your words, and naked want is written in his face. It is barely a moment, where the mask slips, the game grants you a victory, and you see him feeling the siren call of giving in.

Still, slowly his lips curve into a sinister smile, and he leans even closer.

“I don’t.” He promises by your ear, what you could swear is the scrap of teeth against the shell of your ear before he lets you go.

You stay there, back against the wall, trying to regain your breath, regain your control, as you watch him walk out of the room.

It is an easy, fun game to play, this push and pull you engage on with the Viking. Circling one another over and over, taunting one another, testing one another; waiting for the other to pounce or retreat.

You know on your end there’s more than pretense and empty words, and you dare think on his end it’s the same.

It is fun, and thrilling and liberating; and you soon find yourself enthralled by the Viking and his captivating voice, his depthless eyes that give so much away.

You know it is wrong, you know it is sinful and awful, you know no Christian would speak, wish, dream, of such things, much less with a heathen of all men.

But, at the end, you were never a very good Christian.

And so, much to your brother’s horror, you grow closer and closer to the Viking. In between the games you both play, in between the taunts and the defiance, grows what you dare call a comfortable intimacy, an understanding of one another.

It doesn’t hurt your cause that Heahmund cannot even dream of taking you right from under Ivar’s nose now, send you off to England so you can be safe, but alone.

____

A sharp tug on the rosary on your wrist draws your attention to Ivar, and you turn to him with questions written in your eyes.

“We will sail for Vestfold in two days,” He tells you, smiling slightly when you make a point of wrenching your wrist, your bracelet, from his grasp. “Will you be coming with us?”

“Are you asking me to?”

“If I were, what would you say?”

You offer only a smile, partly exasperated and partly enthralled.

Heahmund stands up from his place in the table in front of you, and with a grunt of your name stalks away, to a place of relative privacy. You notice Ivar’s eyes following your brother’s retreating back with what strikes you as suspicion, as disdain, and so you hurry to follow Heahmund.

He runs a hand through short dark hair, and shakes his head as if to try and dispel himself of his anger.

“What on God’s name are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything,” You reply innocently, before your eyes find those of the son of Ragnar across the room. A thrill runs through your spine when you find he was already looking at you. “He is rather handsome, isn’t he?”

“Are you mad!?” Heahmund says lowly, in that way of his of yelling at you with a whisper. His brows furrow, “My sweet sister wo-…”

“Your sweet sister refuses to be shipped off to England, Heahmund,” You finish for him, “I would have believed you knew better than to expect me to leave you behind.”

“You put yourself at the mercy of Ivar the Boneless! That monster has none!”

You hear the Viking call your name from across the room, and even if you didn’t have a point to prove, you know you’d answer the call.

“I bought us -you- time, if anything.” You tell your brother, before you go off to sit at Ivar’s side.

____

The Viking King he takes you to meet -Harald, you remind yourself- is a strange character. A man that makes a strange thrill of disgust and fear run down your spine.

You don’t miss the implication of Ivar’s display. While your brother is brought in chains and forced to kneel at Harald’s feet, you remain standing at the Viking’s side, Ivar’s hold on the rosary bracelet you wear for once not the promise of thrill, of lust, but a silent oath of protection.

You awaken in the dead of night to the soft sound of knuckles rasping against your door. You hold on tight to the dagger in your hand, even though you know if any of these men wanted you dead you would be so.

Ivar stands at the other side of it, and it steals the breath from your lungs, the words from your lips.

Still, you let him in, and watch with wide eyes as he takes a seat on a low settee near your bed.

“Doesn’t it scare you? To be all alone with a heathen?”

You shrug, and find your voice again,

“If I were to fear, it would be for being all alone with a murderer, with a warrior. Not a pagan.”

“And why is that?”

You study him in silence for a few moments, before offering, “I am not my brother, I don’t share his…conviction.”

“His faith.”

“His fervor,” You correct, before sighing, “Maybe it will damn me for eternity, but…I ought to fear you, to hate you, for the things you have done and the things you will do, not the Gods you follow.”

“And do you?” The Viking asks, and your eyes narrow at his question. After a breath, eyes searching yours, he presses, “Hate me.”

“You care about some nun’s scorn?”

“You definitely aren’t a nun,” He offers, the hint of an amused smile on his lips, “And you are…fascinating, I’d like to know if you despise me.”

“I don’t,” At his strange expression, you press, “You’re disappointed?”

Ivar shrugs, head moving side to side as his mouth curves downwards, indecisive.

“I don’t know. There is something to be said about a poor Christian nun at the hands of a Viking; fearing, fighting, resisting.”

His words, the images they conjure up in your head, make a thrill run down your spine, a rush of heat settle low on your stomach. You lick your lips, and because you cannot help yourself, you offer a counteroffer,

“There’s also something to be said about a Viking at the mercy of a wayward Christian. Makes one wonder what it takes to have him…cave, obey, beg.”

Ivar laughs, shaking his head, “I’d like to see you try, little dove.”

There’s no mistaking the darkening of his gaze, the quickened breaths, the hunger in his expression, though. He wants it as much as you do, he craves control as much as he craves surrendering it.

You cross your legs and try focusing on the matter at hand.

“But you didn’t come here to talk…hypotheticals, did you?”

Ivar sobers, and you could swear he grits his teeth as he toys with the crutch on his hand.

“Harald promised us support. We will march for Kattegat soon.”

“I don’t have my brother’s strategic mind, I’m afraid,” You offer when he stays quiet. “I fear I won’t be of much help.”

“Lagertha could be dead, in a matter of weeks. I could…I could finally kill her.” He confesses, eyes falling from yours, and there’s the clear tell of anger in his expression. Anger at what you are sure he considers weakness, anger at having you be a witness to it.

“That is what you want, is it not?”

“To you Christians…my people are monsters, are we not?”

“You honor your Gods with blood, you value death over life, you pillage and burn and conquer. Of course my countrymen think that, of course they fear you.”

“Do you think I’m a monster, little dove?” Ivar asks you, taking you aback. If you weren’t so used to him, if you weren’t so familiar with the tones of his voice, with the subtle tells in his expression; you’d think he’s daring you.

You wouldn’t have believed, months ago, when he barged into Lindsey with an army at his back trying to find Bishop Heahmund’s sister, that one day you’d be sitting on front of Ivar the Boneless and see his eyes shining with hesitation, with vulnerability, with fear.

The answer you can offer is a smile, and a shake of your head. The answer he demands is the bruising kiss he presses against your lips, is the breath he steals from your lungs.

____

For all the ruckus planning a battle implies, for all the chaos that comes before a siege, for all the months of war talks and battle plans; the battle for Kattegat sneaks up on you.

On your happiness. On your sin.

Ivar presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, eyeing the marks of rope on your skin with careful eyes. You only watch him, sated and tranquil and at peace; letting him make inventory of the marks, of the evidence of your surrender.

“Tomorrow we will march,” He tells you quietly, rough fingers still circling your wrist delicately. “Kattegat could be mine in days.”

You hum an agreement, and stretch. Because you cannot help it, you burrow into him, your face hidden at the crook of his neck, and trace your own marks on his skin, the evidence of his surrender.

The faint cuts of a knife are still visible in his chest, and when you trace your fingers over them, Ivar shudders. You smile.

“Ivar the Boneless,” You whisper against his skin, before you give in and press a soft kiss over a darkening bite mark on his shoulder. “King of Kattegat.”

He huffs a breath that could have been an amused chuckle.

“When it is all done, I…I will send your brother to York.”

Your heart drops to your stomach, and your breath shudders past your lips.

“York?”

“To defend us from some Danes that threaten it with capture. He won’t fight Christians, you have my word.

But that isn’t what made you freeze under his touch, and he knows it. Ivar swallows, and returns his gaze to the ceiling.

His hand tightens on your wrist, before he takes a deep breath.

“I want you to stay with me,” He confesses, not looking at you. “I want you at my side, I…I want to make you Queen of Kattegat.”

Your eyes widen, and you lean back, even though he doesn’t release your wrist.

“Ivar…”

“I’ll release Heahmund from his vow, he will be free, and safe. You…if you want, we can marry before your God after we marry before mine,” He promises, rushed and anxious. You realize he’s giving you reasons to say yes, as if you didn’t have enough of those written in his gaze, in his burning touch, in the marks that litter both your bodies. “I-…

You lean in, and kiss him. It has always been surprisingly useful in getting him to stop thinking, to stop talking; and you realize when he presses back against your lips with a soft sound, when his hand tangles in your hair and he brings you closer, that it continues to be so.

When you part, his eyes open slowly, and when they meet yours you see in them that emotion neither of you has been brave enough to admit yet.

“Marry me.” He whispers.

You press your brow to his with a breathed laugh, happy and mad and warm.

“Yes,” You reply, voice hushed, eyes shining. You steal a kiss from his lips, and another one when he continues to stare up at you, surprise and awe and hope written in his pale eyes. “I love you, Ivar.”

His eyes search yours, looking for the lie, for the mirage. When he finds none, Ivar smiles, wide and hopeful and happy.

“I love you, little dove.”

That night, he promises his love between fervent kisses, brands it against your skin in the mark of his fingers on your hips. That night, he demands your love with whispers of your name, steals it from your lungs in the air he robs you of with skillful fingers and tongue.

____

Soooooo, whaddya think?

Ik I need to write smut at some point, but I’m too much of a coward atm. At some point I will, and mark my words, I will return to this one shot.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it!! Love you!

[yanderecandystore]

aye, Idk if this went thou cuz it Tumblr so: I know you say to hold request like this but I wanted to ask for when you started. Maybe a yandere Imposter with a s/o who is a medic for the ship. (It a weird hc that everyone has a job on the ship) So it time for check up other med stuff. The imposter knows that the check up/computer will out them for being an imposter but it a chance to finally be alone with its 's/o'

Oh boo, what I meant about holding asks was that I was holding an anon's ask in the ask box about Yandere Among Us so that I could remember myself to write about it.

You see, a lot of people asked for it so I decided to leave this one ask about it so I could answer it later when I had the proper chapter finished.

It's not that you guys in particular need to hold your asks about Among Us, you can send them! What I tried to do was try to send a message towards the people that wanted to see more of it, that I would be doing more about it really soon.

Also, this is a gorgeous ask! I absolutely love this headcanon. I love the idea of everyone having a particular role, but also being able to do multiple tasks as the whole spaceship is destroyed-

In my Among Us fanfiction, the role of medic is played by the crewmate White, but of course the darling can be a medic in this headcanon!

Also I'll leave the color of the imposter random and out for your imagination in this headcanon, because why not?

TW/Tags: y'all mind if I went a little more… risky? 👀 Cause I think the imposter would be happy to get some "special examination" by their darling- (slight nsfw ish? At the end??) // not accurate to the game but whatevs // yes, I'm tired and therefore mumbling nonsense! // some hard simping coming from the imposter //

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Med-bae 👀 [Yandere!Among Us x Medic!Reader - Headcanon]:

So. This was a terrible idea. You know, when you said "follow me, I'll show you something cool!" they were expecting something more, well, fun?

This is not only not fun, but can also compromise their whole plan. You brought them to medbay to show them not only your favorite tech but to also convince them to let you check them out.

They were the only ones that haven't done any check ups and you needed to collect data from everyone and send it to the facility, ya know, to let them know that you're all safe in this unsafe spaceship.

"- Come on, we need to tell your family that you're healthy!"

"- I could just call them ya know?!" You two scream at each other as they're trying to hold themselves in the wall while you try to pull them inside your workplace.

Well, it could be worse, now that they think about it. There is no one here so…

"- Take off your suit and seat over there." You tell them while pointing at the examination table - "- I'll go pick some equipment, don't worry okay? It's just another checkup."

You tried to make them feel more relaxed by saying that, but they couldn't help but fear their inevitable demise. While you're gone they at least have enough time to change themselves to look more human.

Or at least to come up with something if you ever find out they aren't really the person you thought they were. Oh well, at least they can indulge themselves in the heavy amount of scent lingering around this room, it seems you have spent a lot of time here. In some weird way, this place does fit you a lot, maybe is their mind being easily infatuated by you, but the smallest of decorations or clues of you being here, like: a coat you forgot to pick up, some paperwork covered in stickers, a photo of you and what they presume to be your family.

They wonder if you miss the Earth as much as your entire crew. I mean, that would be unfortunate for them, how would they be able to accompany you back to your home? Wouldn't you prefer to stay here with them? Looking at the stars, with a long life supply of resources for a small family. It doesn't sound so bad right?

Yeah, of course it doesn't sound so bad, the only problem is that there are way, way too many people in this place! All of your crewmates take way too much of your attention and time, that is so unfair-

"- I'm back! Sorry for keeping you waiting." You said while entering the medbay in a hurry. Oh look, their anxiety has also returned! Oh goodie.

"- So, I'll do a couple physical checks and just make a couple of questions, and then I'll let you free okay?" You joke about it, no one really likes to do this, you know that, but come on! It's so simple and easy, and it's just to make sure everyone is doing fine.

"- How has it been this couple of days?" You ask coming towards them.

"- F-Fine I guess. Nothing really special, just the usual." The closer you get the hardest it is to control their heart. This is ridiculous, why does their body act like this at such a crucial moment? And why do I need to be so close in the first place!?!

You make their brains turn into mush.

"- I know this is going to sound cliche, but have you been eating healthy lately?" Oh my, their skin feels hot, maybe you should pick a thermometer! Hopefully they don't have a fever.

"- Yes, I think so." Well, would you consider eating your friends healthy? Probably not. They probably shouldn't say that out loud.

The checkup continues as "normally" as every checkup. Asking if they felt anything, if they have been staying active and eating the healthy options on board, and if they were having a generally pleasant week aboard.

Of course you probably won't notice how their face flush every time you touch or simply crush your fingers on their body, like I said, this is probably harder than any emergency meeting. Trying to keep themselves from creeping you out and from snatching you right there and then. Too close for your own safety yet too distant for their comfort.

It doesn't help that you question all the little oddities happening to their body. Why are they so hot? Why are they sweating so much? Why are they shaking so much? Are they feeling sick? Are they hurt?

No, no, no, no and no, dearest! All of these things are normal for them. That's their normal body temperature.

Oh yeah, and the shaking and sweating is just nervousness. This moment is so perfect, dearest.

Is absolutely perfect, no one can interfere. No one can stop them from being the center of your attention. No one can enter this room for now.

Of course, after so much "teasing" they couldn't control the soft purring emerging from their throats. I mean, honestly you weren't doing much? You're just so close and touchy that it was starting to provoke a new type of hunger inside them.

"- Did you… Did you just... Purr…??" You stepped back, they were acting quite strange throughout the entire checkup, but you thought they were simply shy about this.

' What the hell was going on? Why did they look like that? Why was their expression suddenly so malicious?' You thought.

Well dearest-

What would happen if… Well, the doors suddenly decided to not open? If these sound proof walls suddenly became useful for once?

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I don't why I had such a hard time writing this, I think I might have adhd-

Or maybe I just really like procrastinating, idk lol

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[kakiwrites]

taking refuge with the pirates

Genre: fluff

A Hanta Sero x reader

Synopsis: A time where elves, fairies, dragons, and other wonderful creatures live in harmony, how would you choose to live? On a pirate ship? Making potions? Who do you stumble upon along the journey? A soldier, a poet, a king? Well, that’s for you to decide.

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 a/n: writing this out of pure procrastination because our teacher gives us group works every single week to perform with no breaks. Thanks anon for the request! I really enjoyed all the sero requests because I didn't do him often. So finally, I can experiment and actually try to see if I could do his character or not! Hope you guys enjoy it! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Let's get started!

 Finally, someone found you.

 Well, you found them.

 You were one of the maids sailing with the princesses and princes for a party when a hot-headed prince pushed you overboard because you didn't get your dish was. Ridiculous and cruel as It seemed, it still happened. You were luckily close to an old deserted island where you stayed for the next couple of days surviving off of rainwater and fruits bare from the trees.

 You were trying to spot small ships that might find your way when you hear yelling from the eastern side of the island. What was that? You went all around already to find no one inhabiting it. So why are there voices now? Were you just hallucinating?

 You hid behind the bushes as you saw a man with jet-black hair, tied behind in a messy ponytail and a girl with pink skin. Their outfits yelled out 'pirate' with bandanas and ruffed up tunics, pants and skirts, swords sheathed to their side.

 They seemed to be collecting some fruit from the trees and placing them in empty barrels to take back to their main ship which was rocking back and forth steadily.

 These weren't the kind of people that would take you in.

 You were about to turn away and look for another way out when you accidentally trip and made yourself known to the two pirates.

 They immediately paraded towards you, swords in hand. "state your name, spy." the raven-haired boy said with a scowl. Even though he seemed angry, he was feeling happy. Happy because he finally captured one of the coast guard spies and can finally repay his captain, Bakugo, with a little bit of fun, getting information out of the poor little girl.

 Poor… little… girl. He felt a void in his stomach. he couldn't decipher what it meant, But even then, he didn't waver, pointing his sharpened sword to your neck. You can feel the sharpness and you knew that if you say the wrong thing or try to make a run for it, you'll get slashed down without much of a fight.

 "I'm not a spy." you tried to convince them desperately, making the boy raised his eyebrow in question. The pink-skinned girl spoke up next, a smirk filled with anger and smugness on her face.

 "then what are you? Who are you?" she said, pressing her sword on your collarbone. You gulped and raised your hands.

 "I'm (y/n). I've been stuck on this island for a while." you laughed nervously. The boy, still skeptical, pulls his sword away and sheaths it back up. The pink girl doing the same.

 "come on mina, we don't have time for this. Captain Bakubro's gonna kill us," he said with a dark chuckle before walking back to the boat to load the barrels into them. Mina giggled, she was about to leave when she looked back at you pitifully. She lends her hand out to help you stand. You take it gratefully.

 "mina, what are you doing?" he asked, looking over the bush to see the girl chatting away with you and making you laugh.

 "sero, can we take her with us?" she pleaded, pushing you forward, well, too forward as you stumbled and fell, just in time for the boy to catch you in his arms. You felt your cheeks burn hot as you looked away. Sero cleared his throat before standing you upright then looking back at mina who was giggling to herself. He didn't even realize until he gazed down that he was still holding you by the shoulders.

 "y-you okay?" he asked you, trying to keep his voice from cracking and embarrassing himself. You smiled at him, your smile was really infectious, making sero smile at you too.

 "perfectly okay," you said. Just then, mina rushed over and immediately helped you into the boat without any further questions. Sero tried to regain his composure before hopping in and rowing the boat away from the shore and next to the bowl of the ship.

 The other crewmates lower the rope and start helping their two members by carrying the barrels onto the poop deck. "denki, Eiji! A little help here!" mina yelled out as she ushered you up the ladder right after sero. The boys, denki, and eijiro, stared at you as you stepped onto the deck. Everyone stopped and stared. Your gaze fell to the ground. They were gonna kick you out just as you thought you were finally going to get out of that place.

 Sero stood in front of you, obscuring their view of you. He stuck out his pinky from behind his back for you to take for comfort and you do so. Sero was as pink as mina as everyone started laughing to themselves.

 The laughing garnered the attention of someone in the captain's quarters. The man burst open the door, the murmurs and laughs fell silent as the blonde swept over the room only to spot you sandwiched between sero and mina, who just got on board.

 "sero. Who is that?" the man, who you assumed was the captain, said. Sero gulped before looking at the blonde eye to eye.

 "We found her stranded on the island, captain Bakugo. I wouldn't just leave a fair lady all alone." he said in the best confident tone he could muster.

the captain, bakugo as sero called him, rubbed the bridge of his nose. "and who is going to take care of her? Teach her the basics and pick up her slack huh?" he said. Mina was about to speak up when sero looked back at her and shook his head, clearing his throat to get the captain's attention once more.

 "I'll take full responsibility for her captain." he simply said. Luckily, captain bakugo didn't seem to be a stubborn person when It came to new people. He just grumbled before looking back at all three of you.

 "Okay then, you better not be bullshitting me hanta. You're going to watch her every move got it?" the captain said. All eyes were on sero once more. He adjusted pulls his pinky away which made you sad but not before his hand finds yours and he squeezes to keep your spirits up. He looked back at you. He had a smile that could make anyone swoon over. His eyes glistened and shone with some kind of passion you can't put your finger on. He was looking at you with so much… trust and hope. Even though you couldn't tell what he was thinking, mina could read him like a book.

 Sero felt love at first sight.

 "I would gladly take care of her sir."

 ITS SO SHORT schoolwork popped up and I was suddenly brought out of the mood. Sorry if it looks rushed or bad because I think it is. I kinda also changed it up a little, so hopefully that's okay with you guys 😊Requests are open by the way so please don't be shy to leave anything In my inbox! Love you guys ♥️💖💕

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[imreallyhereforkataang]

hello, i don’t know who to ask about this but i’m new to the fandom and saw that you really like kataang. what’s your interpretation of katara’s glance down after the kiss before the invasion? i’m not a fan of the surprise kiss trope but even with that said, i had thought she liked him back. it didn’t seem like she did at that point or through the rest of book 3, and then next thing we knew they were endgame in the finale. sorry for being a bother, i’m just a little confused (like katara i guess haha)

Hi, Anon! Welcome to the fandom! Hopefully it treats you nicely lol.

Ah yeah. I've seen this talked about a lot over the years. And, y'know, I get it. It can seem a little out-of-place at first since, as you noted, Katara shows signs of being romantically interested in Aang beforehand, and now that they've had their second kiss, she doesn't look too happy about it. As someone who ships them, I initially would have loved to see them happy in that moment, to take another minute to themselves just to share grins and maybe laugh a bit because they've taken that step, put their feelings out into the open, and they're both glad for it. To a shipper, or to someone who's rooting for our protagonist to express his feelings, this does feel like a celebratory moment. I'm taken out of the context of the scene for a second because the pretty music has shot in and I'm still surprised at Aang's move and I'm happy to see an actual, mutual (as Katara leans in) kiss between them.  

Then again, this situation is a lot realer for them than it is for me. I'm the viewer, I can hear The Cave of Two Lovers' theme, I can see this being painted in a positive light because we see these two come together for a brief moment, and the narrative is, in a sense, praising that. In-universe, though, it's a bit more complicated, and Katara looking sad really isn't so out-of-place.

Remember where they are and what they're doing, what they were saying moments before and what they're about to risk. For them, this is the quiet before the storm, their possibly final goodbye. Aang is about to fly off and face his destiny, confront what he's been training for over most of the year, "since the day we met" as Katara puts it, and determine the fate of the world based on whether he wins or loses. Whether he comes back or not. And he puts the reality of the situation out there. "What if...what if I don't come back?" It's the threat of that possibility that spurs him to kiss Katara. And she figures as much.

Despite the music suggesting otherwise, this isn't a happy scene (and perhaps that's why we don't get the full score until the finale, because this kiss is only foreshadowing what could be). It's tense, and bittersweet, and pretty tragic imo. Aang knows he could die. He says so. And then he kisses her. And I feel like Katara breaking out into a great big smile in that moment, even though she does have feelings for him, would just seem off. Idk, personally I'm not sure how you (impersonal) can celebrate finally kissing the person you like when you remember that what drove them to make their move just now is the very real possibility they might never see you again. That they're about to leave and face that risk, and there's nothing for you to do about it. Seems like an upsetting situation to be in. 

There's also the fact that I'm skeptical Katara didn't already know Aang had feelings for her. I'm not saying it was always on her mind or that she paid much attention to it, she may have been putting all that stuff on the back burner or pretending it wasn't there as much as it was (including her own feelings) to focus on more important things, but I think she at least knew it subconsciously. I mean, Aang's not very subtle sometimes lol, and they've shared plenty of moments. So when Aang kisses her and Katara jerks back and her eyes widen in surprise, it's not because she didn't expect Aang to have these feelings (at least imo), but because she was in the middle of talking and is taken aback that Aang broke the unspoken barrier between them. 

They're touchy feely throughout the show. Katara's kissed him on the cheek plenty of times, they've even kissed on the lips before now. They have sparks, and they've been dancing around them quite a lot, from the Book 3 premiere at the latest. But they haven't gone that extra step to put it out there too far, where there's no mistaking the meaning behind these gestures. I think, on Katara's end, she would have been okay with putting off making any official moves for a while, given the war and several other possible factors preventing her from feeling able to spend too much conscious thought and emotion on it, and so she's surprised that Aang's kissed her because they'd been keeping their more romantic intentions implicit up until then. She won't be realizing afterwards or celebrating in her head that "omg, the guy I('ve sorta been avoiding my feelings for but actually do) like likes me back," because she’s known this, but it’s been left unsaid and kept slightly quiet in Katara's musings. Now, it's out there in the open, they're past the safe zone, there's little room for ignoring the feelings anymore, and it sucks so much that they had to make their way there now. It's such tragic timing, a kiss that doesn't stem from a smiles and rainbows conversation where they sit down to talk about their feelings and where they want to go from there, but a kiss done out of desperation, out of the possibility that Aang doesn't come back. Through that lens, it's almost like they kissed "too early," especially for what happens next.

See, my impression is that Aang's kiss was meant for two possible scenarios -- Aang loses and thus doesn't come back, which means there's obviously no future for him and Katara. Alternatively, the day is won, the war is over, he comes back and the world is finally at peace; they can stop running, they can celebrate and breathe and talk about where they're going from here in an environment more appropriate for that. And since Katara kissed him back, it seems like she affirmed that there's something there for them, given he returns. But instead, something happens that I don't think they anticipated. Aang does come back, but he didn't win. So, in terms of Katara and Aang, they're now at a bit of an impasse, a situation that their kiss wasn't intended for, and it leads to this semi-awkward limbo because Aang's still alive but ideally that kiss between them wouldn't have happened yet. 

Everyone needs to regroup, start it all over again, keep grinding and come up with a new plan. There's no time to get sidetracked, now more than ever. And, to me, that's reflective of what happens to Katara after Aang kisses her and takes off from the sub.

Katara's reaction is to dwell on the kiss. She wants to, but Sokka reminds her that there's no time to. So Katara snaps herself out of it, and she moves on. And then they survive the Day of Black Sun, but the fight isn't over for them yet.

You asked about the DoBS kiss, so I'm not gonna waste your time hyper-analyzing Ember Island Players because there is a lot that's been offered and discussed about that episode. But if you were to simplify the reason for Katara's stance there, it's pretty much just holding up what was established in DoBS.

At the Invasion, while caught up in surprise because she had an expectation that they wouldn't broach the subject this way, if at all, for a while, Katara kissed Aang back, and she kissed him back because she wanted to. But since then, she's had more time to think, and she won't be so caught off guard next time. Aang expresses during EIP that he wants to try a relationship with Katara sooner rather than later, and that he'd thought she felt the same since she kissed him back (as well as the moments they shared before), but Katara is adamant now about this not being the right time. She fully intends to keep her head in the game, like Sokka reminded her at the Invasion. That's essentially what she thinks Aang needs to remember now, too (and yeah, like I said, there are other ideas that can be brought in that contribute to the articulation, but this is the primary point being conveyed here).

Whatever the reason, her response causes Aang to reevaluate his conclusion about where they stand. Even though the war isn't over, he thought that, because he survived and Katara accepted his kiss before, maybe they could try anyways. But Katara still feels stuck in limbo, and she makes that clear. It's also significant to note that Katara doesn't make Aang any promises about being together after the war, which imo was a good move on the writers' part (I have a wip about this but idk when that'll be done lol). Anyways, Aang backs off, following her lead and putting romance aside.

I do want to talk about the second half of Book 3 as a whole, though, not just EIP. I've seen people criticize this portion of the story in terms of Kataang, but I think that, besides the substance of these episodes, it's important to keep in mind that the last 10 episodes of the series (The Western Air Temple and on) originally aired 7.5 months after Day of Black Sun. Not only that, but these episodes all aired within the same week. It was a big, hyped-up event on Nickelodeon dubbed "Countdown to the Comet," and it took place over the course of 6 days. That sort of schedule for finishing a show is...unusual. But it was also intentional here. 

Even though the episodes don't have to be watched that way, the final 10 episodes are, in a way, all together the final big bang of the series. They're majorly dedicated to the most critical elements of the main story, including Zuko finally, after 2.5 seasons, joining the gaang and him finding his place in it. I'd say that The Western Air Temple to The Southern Raiders are most generally about that, about Zuko being accepted and making amends especially to the original three members of the gaang (who he's hurt much more than Toph). The viewer is gratified by watching Zuko do what we all hoped for him, forming relationships with Aang, Sokka, and Katara after all this time, merging our most important A and B plots. The other major things the last 10 episodes are for are the final battle, of course, because that's going to be our conclusion to this journey, and Aang's preparation for it.   

So yes, onscreen interactions between Aang and Katara are fewer, but by no means does that make the rest of Book 3 an undoing of what they have. All their setup has been established, we're good on that, and we're going to leave that relatively be for now while we delve into the action until we're ready to revisit. And besides, imo, they still have extremely critical moments in the last 10 episodes that I am deeply, deeply happy exist. They're more subtle and less explicitly romantic -- a lot of them take place when they're not even around each other, but they speak volumes to me about how Aang and Katara have influenced each other, and how important the other is to them.

These 10 episodes are like a refocus of our largest priorities, and Kataang coming together is put on hold (again, I think that benefits the main story) for the end. But even though we watch less scenes where they're together, with more scenes of Zuko joining and hanging out with each of them individually in place, there's hardly indication of Katara and Aang avoiding each other after their DoBS kiss, or even post-EIP. 

They're still friends first. What they're avoiding is not each other, but a new possibility for themselves, because right now they're choosing to ground their feet in what they have. Basically, around each other, they're pretending what unfolded between them never happened until, possibly, on Katara's say so, it's appropriate to resume that aspect of their relationship.

And after the war, probably into a few months of peace (based on the state of Sokka's leg), she decided it was. She felt ready, and they dove right in.

I hope that clears things up! And don't worry, you weren't a bother at all! I love talking about these two, but unfortunately I became really busy the past couple days (plus this response got deleted and I couldn't salvage it because I saved a copy of a cursed screenshot of Aang and ig it was scary enough to erase my clipboard history :3). Thanks for your patience lol!

[theangryjikooker]

Been reading your blog for a while now bc, even if I disagree with you on some of the basics (I do think JK and JM have something exclusive going on, whatever the label), I like your reasoning, and I much prefer your diffident approach to Jikook to the one of crazy shippers that cannot seem to discern fiction from reality.

Anyways. You brought up an interesting point when you spoke about 'self inserting' in shipping.

BTS are hot. All of them, but the maknae line especially seems to have a crowd of fans that are into the band only bc they consider them attractive.

Self inserting IS common in any fandom. It's not even a thing that only applies to 'shippers' ('shippers' merely believe they are doing it in a more subtle way); i.e g. I don't now if you ever had the (dis)pleasure of stumbling into a solo Stan blog, but their fantasies and comments honestly give me the chills (JK AND V's solo stans are usually especially obnoxious and vulgar and inappropriate, yuck).

I am not sure weather self inserting is especially related to a certain demographic (although I would guess it's more common among very young females, which is a good chunk of BTS army), but with the maknae line I feel like most of the time hardcore shippers are doing exactly that.

And I don't mean those shippers who create fanart or write fanfictions - those are healthy, because they are aware of the separation between reality and fiction (hopefully).

I especially refer to crazy shippers who go around blogs attacking other ships, hating on a certain member or on certain people bc they deem them 'too close' to somebody from their favorite couple, lashing out on people who try to make them reason logically.

Why would they even bother or get this angry if not because they are secretly self inserting? It is not their relationship. It's not even about people they personally know. They have exactly zero sayings on BTS' life . But still they get mad when their favorite couple doesn't abide to their 'couple standards', because it's a confirmation that they can't control them. It's a confirmation that those people might actually have feelings for somebody (behind the crazy self insert's back).

It's obviously easier for self insert fans to create an imaginary relationship for the guys, rather than accept they might have a real one going on out of their control (and this applies to any toxic shipper from any ship, Jikook included).

So yeah, about this issue I think you hit the nail spot on.

Hope my rambling makes sense - and thanks for using your brain and bringing positive discourse in the tag, it's appreciated!

Hey, anon!

Thank you for sharing this submission! I'm also thankful that people who don't agree with me can comfortably say so here.

I think your ask mostly speaks for itself. I don't really have anything meaningful to contribute, but yes, you're right: self-insert isn't a behavior that's limited to shippers. I actually think it's funny that it was originally a practice indulged by authors who self-inserted themselves into their writing (subtly or not), so it might be neat (?) for people to know that was the origin of it, but it's certainly bled out into a fandom-wide practice.

Why would they even bother or get this angry if not because they are secretly self inserting?

I know I had some people disagree with this, and that the reasons for the hostile nature of shippers were much more simple, but the way you pose this question is precisely the point I was getting at. I've seen it on Twitter already where people are genuinely acting like they're the jilted lovers. I'm oversimplifying what's actually going on, but it's still food for thought.

Thanks again, anon! Your rambling made perfect sense, and it's refreshing to have such a discussion with someone. 💜

[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Salvation (Captain Phasma x Reader)

Request: Can I request a post Last Jedi Captain Phasma x Jedi!reader imagine where the reader finds Phasma and saves her bringing her the new resistance base to heal her. Eventually Phasma begins to trust the reader opening up as they fall for each other with the trio being very supportive. She fully joins the resistance becoming a captain once again but fighting alongside her Jedi S/O? By anon

Words: 1,672

A/N: I'm only half proud of this, the request was truly awesome and I feel like I couldn't make it justice, also sorry for the delay. Anyways, I hope you like it!

The explosion came outta nowhere, it hitted the dreadnought stronger than any blaster could have, sending you straight to the floor for Maker knows how long.

When you finally recovered consciousness you found yourself surrounded by debris and flames. This plan just had became more complicated than expected, first you got separated from Finn and Rose, now this.

You had to leave the ship as soon as possible before it turned into a giant mess of metal pieces. Before it was too late.

Looking around you saw a few broken TIE-fighters that wouldn’t help you much so you kept looking, walking towards the other side of the big now destroyed angar and finally you spotted a transborder.

A few meters away from the ship you heard someone softly groaning in pain, fearing it would be one of your friends you decided to take a look into the pile of debris. The closer you were the more clear you heard the pain in her voice while a bunch of curses left her mouth, the closer you got you realized you didn’t know whose voice was it but it was the voice of a woman slightly modulated voice.

Then you saw her shiny armor, a chromium stormtrooper armor you recognized in an instant which made you ignite your lightsaber just in case, its green light illuminating the broken visor of her face that allowed to see a small fraction of her face. Captain Phasma.

“Oh, it’s just you.” you murmured looking down at her struggling to even move. “Where are my friends?” you asked, she didn't answer. "Tell me!"

"I don't know!" She groaned. You observed her for a moment, she seemed to be telling the truth and you couldn't sense your friends so you assumed they left the ship, you hoped they did.

Turning off your lightsaber you started to walk away the big pile of ruins letting the big woman behind you.

"Wait! The whole ship's going to blow up." You heard Phasma barely screaming "You can't leave me here!"

You stopped looking over your shoulder to find her deep blue eye begging you to help her.

"Please, don’t leave me here." She pleaded, you met her gaze for a moment and even though you could barely see her face her eye expressed pure honesty and you couldn't help but feel compassion for her, it was on your nature and in your training as a Jedi to have compassion for all living beings, even for those who you called enemies. “Please” she murmured.

You sighed before turning back to Phasma. “Don’t make me regret this” you cautioned already moving some big pieces of metal that kept her trapped. Then you helped her get up, she seemed weak and heavily injured though you wasn’t sure how much, but that heavy armor saved her from the big fall.

With all your strength you walked with the Captain of the stormtroopers by your side, her tall figure leaned on you body, she was barely able to walk but had the determination of a survivor and even though she was cursing and groaning in pain she never stopped until you reached the ship, where she finally felt uncusion, exhausted and weak.

You piloted the ship, heading to the new Resistance base.

******

“You brought her here!?” Phasma heard a few voices in the distance as she slowly recovered consciousness. They seemed distant and somehow familiar but she was too asleep to recognized them.

“What you wanted me to do? Leave her there to die?” you added calmly leaning in the wall outside the infirmary.

“Yes, yes exactly that.” Finn said, he was absolutely not happy to have Phasma in the Resistance base “She deserves it. You have an idea of the cruel things she’ve done. She’s the stormtrooper.”

“And so you were, Finn.” you told him “But we let you join us because you realized you were in the wrong side, so she can. You more than anyone should know people can change for good.”

“Not her.” he shook his head “You don’t know her, Phasma is a lost cause and I’m sure she will call the First Order if you give her a chance.”

“He’s right.” intervened Poe “We can’t trust her.”

“She can be useful” Rey added disconcerting the boys.

You turned to see the only one in the small group that was still quiet, meeting her gaze you knew she had an idea.

“We need to be ahead of them, if someone knows the next move of the First Order it’s Phasma.” Rey continued. Finn seemed annoyed, not satisfied with the words of his friend. “Tell me I’m wrong.” she told him.

He sighed. “You’re right, Rey. Even though I don’t like it… she could be useful.”

"I have a bad feeling about this" Finn said.

Meanwhile they kept arguing for a little longer about what would happen to Phasma, the Captain recovered completely her consciousness and finally recognized the voices outside the unfamiliar place.

‘FN-2187… and the jedi’ she thought and it was confirmed when you walked into the room.

“I see you’re already healing” you said watching the Captain scanning the room with her blue stare. “You were lucky you had that armor on, it protected you well. Just a few injuries but you’ll be fine.”

Phasma’s eyes travel from the room to her body, defenseless without her chromium armor, weak and injured and then she met your gaze from the first time since she was here and she found serenity in your eyes.

“Why am I here and not in a cell?” were her first words.

“Because you have to heal” you told her “And because we don’t have a cell” you joked but she didn’t laugh.

“If your plan is get information from me you can forget it.” she said immediately after you figuring out the fraction of the conversation she heard. “I won’t tell you anything, Jedi.”

“Don’t call me that, I have a name” you told her. “I’m Y/N, and we’ll see. I have a feeling you’re gonna like it here”.

Phasma growled in response, shifting uncomfortably in the very small mattress.

It took some time for her to get used to being there, it took her even longer to learn how to trust in you. At the beginning she was angry, very angry, threatening you how she would destroy not only you but the whole Resistance. You tried to be patient with her, you knew she only needed time and so time you gave her.

As her wounds were slowly healing you were there every day to make sure they were healing well, nobody had ever cared for her injuries before, it the First Order everything was different, cold, lonely and Phasma learned that it was better to be on her own. The Resistance on the other hand they treated each other like a family, she observed the way you and your friends were always looking up for one another, she had never had something like that and yet there you were sitting on the floor next to her, it made her feel a strange warm sensation growing inside her, maybe she did wanted to be there.

Phasma never realized when or why she fell for you, maybe it was for the way your presence calmed her down or that she could speak freely with you, she trusted you enough to mentined her past in the hostile planet Parnassos and you told her about your early training back in Luke’s temple. And you couldn’t help but tell her how much damage the First Order had done in your life as well as in many others. It made her feel regret for the first time in a very long time.

You enjoyed being around the tall woman, loved to see her blue eyes and you thanked they weren’t hide behind a helmet anymore. The imposing Captain of the stormtroopers turned out to be a fragile woman without her armor, another hurted human that learned to push away everyone to protect herself from that cruel world… everyone but you. You sensed the force around her every day less full of anger, softer, calmer.

Though your friends weren’t sure about her at first when they saw you laughing with her they changed their mind. Everyone deserved at least a chance to try again, Poe knew sometimes you do bad things but can always find the right path again, Rey trusted in the small light inside Phasma that grew brighter when she was with you. Finn accepted she could change, just like you said she would.

And then one day Phasma decided she wanted to help others and not just herself, she wanted to fight for those who couldn’t, she wanted to fight for you.

“I’ve been thinking.” she told you once you were walking around the new base, still in construction. “what now that I’m completely healed?”

“Well, we still don’t have a cell so that’s not option” you joked owning a small chuckle from her as a delicate smile curved her lips, then she stopped giving you a more serious look.

“I want to join the rebellion” she said and it really took you by surprise.

“You what?” you asked confused but filled with a sudden happiness, staring at her hopefully.

“I want to join your stupid rebellion” she said in a careless tone “Why’re you looking me like that, Y/N? To survive you have to follow the strongest side, the side that’s going to win at the end.” she told you. “This has nothing to do with you”

It did, it was the reason she decided to fight, she didn’t need to tell you for you to know that she was fighting for you. You looked at her for a moment, appreciating the way her golden hair fell over her face, her delicate features, her lovely gaze. You would fight for her too.

“Then welcome to the Resistance” you said “Captain Phasma, Leader of the rebel army.”

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Ok so this is gonna look weird since im doing this on my computer and i might have some uppercase sentences but hopefully this works and if it doesnt f also first time submitting and it might not show up as anonymous so f to me again help m e anyway if this doesnt work then i'll just continue to send in works through asks bc i cant figure shit out lmao.

-Knull anon

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You stopped for a moment before saying, “damian, you’re supposed to be with batman trying to fight the other batman, why are you here?” Damian seemed to freeze up, but before he could explain anything, you pressed on. “And what happened to your costume? I don't think he would let you get a new one.”

The 4 strange batkids who seemed to appear out of nowhere stood there not knowing what to do, and as you sat there wondering why they seemed like they were… before the joker gas, you also had to wonder why they were there. Who were they? Where were they from? The other batkids got killed when… “batman” killed them.

One of the kids you recognized was Cassandra, if you remember correctly. It was strange seeing her so.. Well, alive. You never met the actual batkids before, since the batman who laughs only found you after a reign of chaos, but you had heard about them, and in some files you found when you had a bit more freedom, they spoke of who they were and what they could do. Of course you had to put them back when your “dad” came back around, but you were still able to read some of them. 

The others you couldn’t remember as well, since you were only able to read up on 2 or 3 batkids. However, you weren’t able to think about that when one of them, who looked a little tiny and had a staff said “we need to find somewhere to hide, those robins are coming back down.”

Oh fuck, I forgot, I asked them to bring some food down! Well, now I feel bad about being hungry…

You were about to let them hide in your room, but then you saw the blasted door and thought, yeah, that's not gonna work. You looked around and remembered that stupid hiding place you found a couple of weeks ago while playing the robins version of hide and seek. It was such a good hiding spot that your “dad” actually had to come and drag you out.

Yeah, it wasn't a fun time.

But at least now you have a hiding spot. You motioned for them to follow you down the large hallway, and then opened up two double doors. Inside was a room of sculptures from all over the place. You walked them over to a sculpture of a man who appeared to be crying while sitting on a bench, and let them behind it. There was a small gap that you squeezed through and pressed 6 tiles in a pattern, before it revealed a sort of bunker like room. You led them inside and right as you were able to hear the screeching of the robins, you closed the door.

*

You sat there for about 10 minutes before you heard things quieting down. For the most part you heard the robins stomping around, trying to find you. You were honestly surprised to see that they didn’t just look where you were last time. A question pulled you from listening to the thumps.

“Why did you recognize Damian's voice?” you turned around and saw the same boy who had alerted you of the robins approaching had asked you. You turned to him fully before explaining, “this… earths, I guess you could call it, batman did have a damian wayne, but when he… ya know, became evil, he turned damian into one of them. He really doesn’t speak unless spoken to, which is also really rare. I was just surprised to see you since I thought you were supposed to be with him while they fight that one earths batman.”

Damian gave you a weird look and said, “I'm not the Damian from this earth, as you call it.”

You stared at him for a moment before going back to your mind. Not from my earth? What does he mean by that? Besides, what's with all the other batkids being alive? And even if they are here, and from a different earth, what would they be looking for? Was it money? No, batkids from all over never really want money, they want to follow, well, batman. So that means their batman must’ve sent them here. But why?

You turned back to the batkid with a staff and asked, “I'm sorry, I've never heard of you, what's your name?”

You saw Cassandra hold her hand to her mouth while Damian seemed to smile. Probably just your imagination, though. “Red Robin.” he said, as he looked down, seemingly a little embarrassed.

You tried to remember who had that name, but nothing came up, until….

“Oh, I remember now! You're the one that likes coffee, right?” he scratched the back of his neck, before nodding.

Cassandra was the next to ask questions. “Why don't you know the robins from this earth?” you leaned back into the wall behind you and said, “easy, I wasn’t there when you all died.” the mood immediately died after you said that, and it became extremely awkward. 

Damian asked, “why are you even here?” “I'm supposed to know? I don't even know why he didn’t kill me to be honest with you.” 

Damian asked, “why are you even here?” “I'm supposed to know? I don't even know why he didn’t kill me to be honest with you.” 

Damian was about to ask something else when his comm beeped for a moment. He answered it, before you heard someone say, “damian, you better have found the damn thing, because we're being overrun!” 

From the other line, you were able to hear the screeches of robins from all over, and the grunts of whoever was speaking. “Ugh- just get the thing, and head out! We've got them distracted!”

Damian immediately got up and grabbed your upper arm, before opening the door. “We're leaving, we don't have much time.” without another word, you followed them out of the strange bunker and back into the hallway.

*

Sneaking past the robins was easy. Sneaking past the guards was… not so easy. You were wondering how they even got in when, instead of heading towards the entrance to the fortress, they turned a random corner and dragged you down somewhere else. 

“Hey, not to sound rude, but the exits that way,” you pointed back to the two large doors that were heavily guarded, “why are we going this way.”

Cassandra turned back to face you. “We didn’t enter that way.” you were about to ask a question when you entered a tiled hallway. They brought you to one specific area and you could only assume that it was the same puzzle as the bunker, enter the right code and you would get into a secret tunnel.

Damian seemed to try and remember what the puzzle was, before he entered an unknown combination and the doors opened. He smirked before coming to the person who had distracted the robins.

“Nightwing, we’ve got the obj-” he looked at you before realizing that might’ve been rude. “... the… person, we’ve got the person.”

“It’s a what now?!” “Just get back to the ship and we’ll be off!”

He dragged you into the tunnel that seemed to be extremely long, and you continued like that in the dark, sprinting through the dark tunnel while you heard random noises everywhere else. Finally, you almost ran into the end of the tunnel, and when it was opened it was almost like a breath of fresh air. Well, it was a breath of fresh air, but this is the first time you’ve really been able to see the planet. Even in the dark, you were able to tell that it was a beautiful jungle. 

Being shoved into a nearby bush startled you but when you went to ask why red robin had pushed you, he held a finger to his lips, and pointed out of the bush.

There were two large guards with their weapons walking over to the door, and looking around. You saw the batkids make hand signals out of the corner of your eyes, but before you would even say anything, a large explosion from the other side of the fortress brought your attention.

Without a second glance the two guards ran around the building before disappearing to a corner of the wall. Waiting a few seconds to see if anyone was there, before red robin helped you up and the 5 of you started running to who knows where. It felt like a couple minutes before you suddenly stopped and went on a little wrist tablet and started typing. 

This resulted in a jet appearing from nowhere, before you realized that it was a wonder woman's invisible jet. “Did you guys recreate it or something?”

Cassandra gave you a weird look before you doubled back, and said, “Oh I forgot, this is from your earth.”

Walking around in grass and leaves felt surreal to you, but now you finally have a chance of leaving. Running up the ramp, you almost cried in relief when you realized that no this wasn’t you mind playing tricks on you. But that would have to come later, since you still had to leave the planet.

And as you took off, watching the fires swallow up the nearby trees, and the robins desperately try to find you, you really wanted to start laughing from joy.

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God this shit was so hard to write bc i was trying to figure out how to submit things and then like ya know this happened. Anyway if my name shows up when i submit this u can just copy paste this or just screenshot it idc whichever is fine with you. Anyway cheers love, god help me bc i want to sleep.

-Knull anon

[iaintyourbro]

1) If it’s not too much to ask, would you kindly do a review or an analysis of the lyrics of “Midgar Blues”? 2) Also, why do you think those antis claim that this song refers to their ahip *which is clearly not tho lol*? Have a wondeful day!

Hey anon.

I’m going to just start this by saying I’m very tired cuz I didn’t sleep last night, so hopefully this post makes sense. 

So I’m not the best at analyzing deeper meanings in things all the time. I will say that Midgar Blues has pretty straight forward lyrics. 

We know that Cloud leaves his hometown to go to Midgar to fulfill his dream of joining SOLDIER. 

This would have been seven years before the game. The guy who sings it ironically says its been seven years since he took the plunge to sing.

The only people in the game that have been described as looking at the stars are Cloud and Tifa. The Promise scene is done under a starry sky. This is one of the things Tifa uses in the mental realm after falling into the Lifestream to help Cloud recover his mind. 

The lyrics pretty accurately describe exactly how these two were. Both of them tried to act like hard asses during that promise scene. They didn’t look at each other and Cloud was partially using this to try and get a confession out of her. Tifa then turns around and tries to act like she doesn’t care, trying to get a confession out of him. 

The words were  never said. 

Let’s talk about the second part of your question.

Extremist CAs will literally take anything and say it’s for them. They’ll even pull shit out of their ass. 

The most recent being this bad boy. The C//erith baby. They have an entire theory that this thing on the vending machine proves that Cloud and Aerith will have a baby. This is what you’re dealing with.

Midgar Blues doesn’t have anything in the lyrics that could even slightly hint towards CA. The entire song is about a guy leaving his hometown, never telling the girl he liked that he had feelings for her, and talks about watching the stars. 

I’ll repeat what I always say: Not all of the CA fandom is like this. It’s just a really really loud very very small minority that pretty much has destroyed their own ship. They lie, twist, and erase to fit their narrative. 

This is the line I think they get stuck on: 

“In Midgar, Midgar I left my one true love behind.”

So, they say “Well this happens while he’s in Midgar, so it MUST be Aerith. 

How does that make sense?

The only person he technically ends up being separated from where it’s him leaving in Midgar is Tifa. When he falls down to the Sector 5 Slums Church from the reactor, he leaves Tifa with Barret. 

He actually is only separated from Aerith when she’s kidnapped by the Turks and brought to Shinra HQ. However, he didn’t leave her behind. She was kidnapped.

On top of it, just from a rational perspective, he knew her for less than 3 days when she’s captured. Are you really gonna call somebody your one true love that you just met? One true love is a strong term.

The ONLY time Cloud’s true feelings in the game are shown are in the Lifestream. That’s it. In Midgar, he doesn’t express his feelings for either girl. He doesn’t really do any actions either. He’s oblivious to their feelings and he’s awkward. 

So if you want to argue the “One True Love” part of Midgar Blues, the only evidence I can find in a canon source is it’s Tifa.

Midgar Blues is Cloti. Before I read anything about it and heard the lyrics I knew it was Cloti. I was surprised the lyrics were so clear, but I think they’ve figured out with this fan base you need to make things crystal clear. 

Of course, you’ll never get ALL of them... You’ll always have the delusionals. 

[mxpseudonym]

Hell or High Water: Part II

Pairing: Tommy x OC

Summary: Having a detective as a partner pays off when you’re a gangster.

Length: 1704 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Swearing

Ask: Hell or high water is amazing ! can u write a 2nd part where she talks to polly and the rest of the family and maybe something happens so that they learn to trust her ? - Anonymous

A/N:  I hope this is up your alley, anon! I was writing this and was lowkey scared for Sara’s future and may make a part III, but I don’t really know. 

Part I: Hell or High Water ; Masterlist

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It had been nearly a year since Polly had declared Sara what she was: not a Shelby and never to be one. Sara moved back to London for more pressing assignments, and, to her absolute delight, Tommy kept his promise. He got a reasonably sized apartment for himself when he bought Ada's house. Sara would stay there with him when he visited, lovely suspenders and trousers already in the drawers.

"How did you manage all of this?" She asked as she looked into the wardrobe. Tommy wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her shoulder.

"I've got my ways, Miss Miller. One day I'll convince you to move in here too," he mumbled that last bit.

"But then it wouldn't be very inconspicuous would it," she pointed out. Instead of an answer, Tommy tugged her button-down from her trousers and continued her undressing. 

Even for a short amount of time, you learn more about someone when you live with someone. Sara already did an impeccably good job at reading him, but she had gotten too good. She never let on, but Sara knew what flour on his pants leg and the lingering smell of illegal rum meant. She also knew that it was only a matter of time before it happened. 

"Fuck me," she murmured to herself when she opened the file that was waiting on her desk after lunch. She sat and read up on the man she would surely be in bed with that weekend. "Thomas Michael Shelby, decorated veteran. At least it's interesting." There was a knock at the door, and her boss's pageboy was standing there a folder in hand.

"Chief Harrington would like to see you at the half-hour, Miss," he said. Soon enough, she was sufficiently annoyed with her love and standing in front of her Chief Harrington, file in hand.

"Miller, give me a good reason to not arrest those Peaky Blinder scoundrels right now," Harrington said so calmly. "They've scurried up the river and into Camden and brought a few boatloads of workers with 'em. If nothing else, they're poking at the whole Jewish Italian gang nonsense. Inciting violence, all of 'em." The balding man placed his pipe in his mouth and stoked it. 

If she were honest and good at her job, she'd tell him to do it. There was a multitude of sins committed by the razor gang that couldn't be taken back even if they wanted to, which they didn't. The Shelbys were agitating the already war-like street corners in the city. But that's not what she said. Because Sara had been hired by Chief Harrington for her "magic trick." But she was too good. There were things she'd found that he'd tell her to hide. These cops weren't on the straight and narrow, they were all in somebody's pocket. And men like Harrington wanted to be in good graces with the right people. She deserved acting in her best interests sometimes.

"Sir, we can't arrest them," Sara said. "It's out of our jurisdiction until we have evidence. More importantly, your contract is being revisited this year," she said. Harrington looked up in surprise and intrigue. He loved power indeed.

"And?"

"While the Peaky Blinders may be moving into London, it won't be as impressive to stop them as it would to stop, say, Charles Sabini. Also, the Peaky Blinders' leader, Thomas Shelby, is a decorated veteran, Sir. A tunneler. He's been of help to Winston Churchill in recent years."

"Bloody hell," Harrington coughed on his smoke. "Why haven't I heard about this before?"

"It's not well known. I had to do some work to find it," Sara responded vaguely to which he smirked.

"That's right, your little parlor trick. Alright, that's your professional opinion?" He looked her over. Still not happy he couldn't make out her curves, it seemed.

"Yes, that's my professional opinion."

"Bury it then. We'll only revisit if we have to," Harrington told her then promptly shooed her out of the office.

After work, she packed a small bag and took the train to Small Health. The whole time she thought about her relationship with Tommy. Where was it going, and could they actually get there? Their paths would keep crossing like this until one of them stopped. But when would that be? When Tommy went above board? She laughed at that one. That would be a sight to see. But she wouldn't leave her job until she was booted, which didn't seem that unlikely with the way corruption was going. Still, unlikely. She sighed and let her eyes close until it was announced she was at her destination. 

The Shelby's had family meetings when needed, and lately, that had been more. Tommy checked his watch in the dim light of his office and began putting his work away. He had reports from London that would, hopefully, shut the worriers up a bit. This was good. A knock sounded at his door, and he told them to come. 

"Sara?" He stood as she walked in and looked around. 

"This is nice," she commented on his office, picking up a decorative paperweight on her way to him. 

"Couldn't wait 'til Saturday?" Tommy moved to the front of his desk and leaned against it. Sara avoided answering any question and decided to kiss him instead. She was even surprised by how passionate it was considering her frustration.

"You're so stupid," she murmured between kisses. Tommy's brow furrowed, but his arms wrapped around her to pull her closer anyway. She sighed into the embrace. "I love you."

"What's wrong," he asked once they were forced to breathe once again. Honestly, he half expected this to be another lecture about him smoking three packs of cigarettes a day when he was supposed to be down to two. He couldn't figure out how she could tell. Maybe it was his shoes?

"Tommy, what have I always said about you and my work?" She asked. The flicker of realization told Sara that Tommy knew exactly what she meant. "The ABC, Tommy? Alfie fucking Solomons?"

"It needs to happen. Don't worry, we won't unionize," Tommy chuckled but stopped when she shook her head.

"I don't just work on unions, Tommy. That was just one assignment. Your file came across my desk today. 100 men shipped to Birmingham doesn't just go under the radar in a gang war," she explained. 

"Okay, so what do we need to prepare for? A raid?" His arms left her waist to cross over his chest.

"No, I took care of it. You're okay for now. But you should know this happened." Sara stepped away with a sigh 

"What do you mean, took care of it?"

"You have a family meeting in 10 minutes, don't you?" She asked and checked his watch. 

"I do. What gave it away this time?"

"You don't just stop working at 8pm. Your lights are off, and you were putting things away when I got here, but you're not tipsy, so you'll be speaking later." She waved off the process and motioned for him to stand. "I'll walk with you and tell you what happened." She only planned to walk to the doors of the betting shop and wait in the Garrison after, but Tommy swept her inside.

"You deserve to be here," was all he said. He never expected Sara to use her job to help them out. Had he hoped? Of course. But she did it on her own. Sara's attempts to object were ignored as he sat her down. His family came bumbling in a moment later, conversation stopping when they saw the young detective at the table.

"What the fuck is this, Tommy," Polly spat, pulling out a cigarette. 

"Just listen, Pol. We have some news about London," Tommy told her then motioned them all to sit. It didn't take long to explain, and Sara was there to answer questions about the cops and the law. She told them which policemen were working for Sabini, and who was susceptible to bribing as well. It wasn't her intention, but she was already in deep. 

"Good to know, Sara," Arthur nodded, taking a drink of whiskey. It was the first time she'd heard any of the Shelby's positively utter her name. 

"I'm always here to help." She smiled and let Tommy wrap up the meeting. Polly still didn't look entirely happy with Sara, especially when she was invited to the Garrison. While Tommy went to talk to his brothers, Sara sought out the Shelby matriarch. 

"I won't deny what you're doing for my family. That doesn't mean I'm opening my arms to you," Polly said before taking a drag of her cigarette. "And if you think,"

"Polly," Sara stopped her. Polly was about to snap for being interrupted, but the young detective continued. "I know that Tommy wants you to take me in, but I want you to know it's okay if you don't. I promise. You have a family to protect, and I think you also have yourself to protect."

"I don't need your pity."

"I don't have pity to give," Sara said. "I respect you a whole lot, Polly. I happen to love Tommy a lot too, so I'm not going to stay away from him unless he wants it. But, I'm not going to make you like the law when I think they've hurt you more than some of the others know." She gave Polly a sympathetic smile. "Not that I could force you to do anything anyway." 

"You're damn right," said Polly, though her eyes were a bit misty. 

"If you ever want to talk, I'm here. I think I, unfortunately, understand what you may have gone through." Sara pulled a card from her pocket and handed it to Polly. 

It was a tense situation, but with a little time, things between Sara and the Shelby's worked out. Sure, things got a little less honest at work, but there had to be a trade-off somewhere. Sara liked to think being invited to family dinners by Polly and the few lunches they had in London even warranted some trust. And Polly Shelby's confidence in any person went quite far. 

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Original ask: May I request something for Tommy Shelby where he falls for a woman who is very unique (wears suits instead of dresses, but still has long hair, is quite like Sherlock Holmes yk knows how to deduce and is a detective, insanely intelligent) and he smiles a lot more etc and his family is a little skeptical since he's a detective and they think she's like Campbell but they both really love each other? - @midwinternightz

Tommy: @soleil-dor

[preathfics]

Heath17_KO5 AMA responses

Thanks to Heath17_KO5 for answering these for folks. 

You can reach her on the preathfics discord if you have follow up questions!

hardtchill said: mom will love us forever?

Yes, yes. *pat pat*

What inspired KO/Sonnett? I mean, we've seen Soran around, but not very many good Fics of that pairing.

That you can blame on blak0tyler. She started writing them, and I was like “I don’t really ship it because I think they’re too similar, but I love your writing, so I’ll read” and then by the end of the fic I was like “Damn, I kinda see it now.” I think for me it’s partially just that I really enjoy writing both characters (or did anyway). It’s fun to write characters that on the surface can be snide or sarcastic or goofy, but then underneath can have more layers and provide other things to a fic.

ARE YOU THE ANON SUMMER SHORTS???? 👀

Nope! Not me!

Will you write more angsty stuff? Bc you write wonderfully... but it's just all so damn happy!

Hi there musingpredeliction. I think it’s hard for me to have angsty ideas for Preath, and I’m likely to still have happy endings. I was just talking to someone last night about how real life can be hard and can suck so when I turn to fiction, I want it to at least be hopeful, to do things like make me believe in true love (though I am one of the lucky ones that has found that in real life), make me believe in happy endings and beautiful lives, make me believe in magic. If you’d like more angst, I suggest reading more of my Soran or So’hara

Favorite WOSO person IRL? Favorite one to write?

IRL? Idk. It’s hard to judge when I don’t actually know any in real life. Rose holds a special place in my heart. Tobin’s footwork is magic and her laid back, goofy personality makes me swoon. Christen is the epitome of beauty to me both physically and just who she is (or at least who she shows us publicly). I honestly love so many of them. Sonny, KO (yes, still, though I am disappointed and hope she learns and grows), Julie, CRYSTAL!! Moving on from the USWNT, I’m a big fan of Emily Menges (one of the league’s most underrated defenders), Simone Charley, Midge Purce, Jennifer Cujoe, Sarah Gorden, Yuki Nagasato, Casey Short, Ali Riley, the list goes on. Lol. And on a more international player level: Tiane Endler, Mapi Leon, Jenni Hermoso, Sam Kerr, Hayley Raso, (actually a bunch of the Aussies), Vivianne Miedema, and so many more.

Favorite one to write is a bit easier: Emily Sonnett.

is with fandom culture that she is having a problem or the preath fandom specifically? also, i really love her writing, for both preath and soran so i hope that, if she retires, she doesn't delete her work, please! and man, the kelley situation, it's been really hard for us readers and for the writers…

Here’s the thing: part of what I have a problem with about Kelley is the fandom’s response to her. I’m disappointed by her not kneeling. I think she really needs to have more hard conversations and examine why she stood apart from game one and hopefully learn and grow. I’m disappointed in the culture of cancelling someone because they don’t learn and grow on the timeline you see fit, though. That now people will write off entire stories because a CHARACTER version of Kelley (that the authors have created themselves, let’s not forget), is part of it even if those stories were begun before the tournament happened. That her kneeling or not discounts her skill on the field or her actions off the field that we’re unaware of. Again, we only see a part of them, what they publicly show us, and I am very disappointed that she didn’t show us her kneeling for the anthem beyond game one, but I’m also aware that she may be taking steps I have no idea about. I’m not trying to start a discourse, though I’m sure this will, but that’s part of my issue. And then there’s the trickiness that comes of being part of an RPS/RPF fandom, where there’s the distinction between fiction and reality, between what we’d like to be true and what we 100% know. I don’t mean to cast aspersions. I’m not here to judge you anymore than I’m here to judge them.

What brought you to Preathfics, or rather just the WOSO fanfic community in general?

I have always been a soccer fan. I played through high school. But fanfic you can thank lesbianrobinhood for. I was not looking for a new fandom, but she dragged me kicking and screaming anyway. It’s usually the way.

What pairing do you most enjoy writing for? Why?

Hmmm...That depends on what I’m in the mood for. I like writing Soran or So’Hara if I’m feeling angsty or Preath if I’m not, but really it’s more about the individual story than the pairing: which idea captures my attention most in a moment. That said, as I said in another answer: I love writing Sonny, so if I get to write her, even if she’s just the supporting friend to Preath, I am a happy person.

Do you have a favorite fic? Can you make a list like Preathfics did of your faves?

Oooh, ummm...I mean anything by Blake0tyler for sure. I could (and have) read her stuff over and over and over. I love, love, LOVE Here I Am (Signed, Sealed, Delivered), by freshtilapia. I really enjoy The Restaurant by little_oblivion for a great ensemble piece. The One Where Everyone Finds Out is another great one (and all of LittleDanvers’s stuff really). I love the imagery in Portrait of a Soccer Player on Fire by restlessvirtue. Entwined by superdupergust is very good (and hot). And for non-preath one of my faves is unbecomings (but their stuff is locked).

Do you have a favorite fic that you've written before?

Like of my own? Umm...The Time Between or Orlando is Only Home When It Has You, although so far I really like something that is as yet unpublished, and I’m enjoying the way folklore is turning out with JustCrushALot.

what's your favorite color?

Green!

Can you ask her why did she suddenly decide to update orgasm fic?

….Should I not? I have a hard time writing smut. I have to be in the right mindset and I haven’t been there in a while, but then I was, so I was like “Let me try” and it worked out.

are you planning on writing anymore explicit preath fics/oneshots?! The one up rn are soooo good!!

Umm...that depends. If I get the inspiration, then yes, certainly, I wouldn’t rule it out. Also I have a bet right now with blake0tyler about something which should result in smut from one of us at least.

To the amazing author of Worth a Thousand words: the story is beautifully written, it's funny, sweet and different from other fics. I totally get the KO thing and I do agree with you on that one but know that it's a fantastic story. (Everything you write is)❤️

❤️ Thank you! That is incredibly sweet! I really appreciate you saying so. ❤️

My opinion isn’t worth much as an anon but I loved Worth a Thousand Words and whoever gave it bad feedback can go suck an egg.

Haha, thank you. I’m glad that you enjoy it!

Heath17_KO5's feelings are so darn relatable, I'm crying just from reading the words fear, disillusionment and disappointment. Creative people are often highly sensitive people and when they feel things, they FEEL things. Wishing you strenghth, clarity and insight, Heath17_KO5. I hope you keep finding joy in the written word, as we do in YOUR written word.

❤️ That is very lovely of you to say. Thank you. Please don’t shed any tears on my account though!

heath17_ko5 is having problems with fandom in general or with the woso/preath fandom? that's a shame, but she should do what is best for her :)

Thank you, I appreciate that. I mean, I think in all fandoms there is a toxic element, but as this is the only fandom I’m currently active in, it’s this one. And it’s not all of you, please don’t think that. I sort of explained in another ask.

I just love Heath17_KO5's stories and everything they contribute. Is there any chance the author will pursue Beacon of Light? No pressure or anything. I just thought it had such a sweet premise. And I am a sucker for a good storm story :D

I am working on chapter 2, it’s just slow going.