#also this is why the people who are like 'have fun finding people to work for you if capitalism is abolished🫵🏻🤪' are funny like

[ballsandbabes]

Bleed through love: Geum Seong-jae x Reader

Authors Note: I normally dont write about other things than Sports, BUT...I started with Weak Hero and find the story really exciting. While reading, I found Geum Seong-ja's character very exciting. Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

Summary: Love is never easy, but it is difficult when you fall in love with Seongje. But what happens if he's interested in you too?

Genre: Universe of Weak Hero, slow-burn romance, character drama, fluff with grit, slightly toxic depiciton of a relationship.

Life wasn't fair. Not for you. Your parents were once respected doctors at a good clinic. But even there, corruption flowed through every vein of the institution. That is, until Kim De-Uhn, the director of the clinic, died. And therefore the only person who had protected this secret. As soon as the new director was in office, all employees were fired, including your parents. They had done nothing wrong, but the director wanted to get rid of all old employees in order to be able to completely rebuild and improve the clinic's reputation. With everything that came to light afterward, it made it difficult for your parents to find work again.

And that's how you ended up at Eunjang High School. A cruel, brutal and unrelenting chaos of a school life. You had once had dreams. Dreams of a good, carefree life as a graphic designer. But now it was about surviving this cruel and terrible place.

If you didn't belong to one of the thug squads or knew a member, you could actually get through everyday school life just fine. And that's exactly what you did. You were quiet, reserved and didn't attract attention. Which doesn't mean that you didn't have your reputation at school. The classmates who knew you knew how good you were. Smart, well-read, intelligent, one or two boys would also say that you were very beautiful.

“Omg, I heard Yeon Sieun got into a fight with someone again,” said Daehyun, your best friend. "Oh come on, let's not interfere. That happens every day," you said as you prepared for the next lesson.

You first met Geum Seong-jae after a math test.

You were sitting alone in the hallway, reading glasses slipping down your nose, notebook open across your lap as you reviewed formulas for fun — because yes, that’s the kind of person you were. You liked rules. You liked logic to a degree. You liked knowing that hard work, in school at least, led to clear answers.

He walked by bleeding from the lip.

And you didn’t look away.

“You....you okay?” you asked, calm and straightforward. At that moment you didn't even know why you had spoken to him. Actually, it was against all your rules, but you did it anyway. How reckless.

He slowed. Stared. He was used to flinches, whispers, or forced politeness. Not concern. Especially not from a girl in a sporty zip-up Hoodie with ink on her fingers. He scoffed. “Do I look okay?”

“You look like you got your face slammed into a locker. Twice,” You said while adjusting your glasses. Why did you say that?

That pulled a sharp laugh from him—surprised and short. Then he turned to leave, but not before shooting you a sideways glance.

“Don’t get involved,, stupid girl” he muttered.

But you were involved, in the way that people like you always were — because you believed people and their actions could be understood, even when they didn’t believe it themselves. You would know what he was like. He had shown this often enough when his bloody knuckles had slammed into his opponent's jawline until it was brimming with blood. That's why you knew you couldn't change him. You didn't want that either, but you wanted to be able to understand him, understand why he did what he did.

___ _ _ _

You saw each other every now and then, especially on the way home. When you had to move, the neighborhood you lived in, was different, more unsafe.

It had started with the conversation in the hallway of the school, that Seongje found himself thinking about you. What was the point of this stupid girl to just babble at him like that? Was she crazy?

You hadn't cared who he was, you had just wanted to make sure he was okay and he couldn't quite understand that. He had told himself he was here purely by chance as he waited outside the shabby little art room. Movement. He looked into the room through the tiny, dusty window. You helped a classmate with her picture. Your eyes focused and full of helpfulness. Your body language inviting and sisterly.

Another time you stopped at the sports field on your way from the entrance hall across the courtyard. You had actually never seen him play sports before, that was more Hoo-min Park's thing. Also a bully at your school. It was where you realized how strong and athletic Seongje actually was.

So it went back and forth. You noticed each other. However, without anyone else noticing.

The next time, he found you.

A kid from another class had tried to cheat off your quiz, and when you refused, he pushed you against a locker and called you a stuck-up nobody. You didn’t cry. You stared him down and told the teacher. He got detention.

You got called names. By lunch, your books had been tossed in the hallway. Again.

And Seongje saw it happen.

You didn’t saw him, therefor thinking he wouldnt bat an eye — he didn’t exactly have a reputation for defending nerdy girls with moral backbones. But then, at the end of the day, the kid who shoved you left school with a bloody nose and a limp. What had happened?

You and your friends sat on the wall of the schoolyard as you discussed in whispers what had happened to the guy who had been so mean to you. "Maybe this is all just a stupid coincidence," Mia said, her voice low and wavering. "I don't think so, the boys may be brutal, but that doesn't mean they can't think," Jiun said.

And then you would have seen him. Just early enough to see him put his bloody hand in his pocket. While you were still running, you said goodbye to your friends as you ran after him.

“Don’t thank me,” Seongje told you when you caught up to him later. “I didn’t do it for you.”

“Then why?” you challenged him to answer you, arms crossed, refusing to let him brush it off.

His eyes lingered on your face. "...Because you didn’t flinch. You even have the guts to talk to me like that."

___ _ _ _

He started showing up more after that. Not obviously. Just… nearby. Lingering. He'd stand outside the library and pretend to scroll through his phone. Sit behind you during lunch and pretend to sleep. Glance your way in class and immediately look away when you noticed.

You first didnt notice, but when you did, you never called him out. You just let him hover — because you knew that for someone like him, proximity was connection.

He asked you once, late in the hallway after everyone had left: “Why are you always trying to do the right thing? Even when it sucks for you?”

You closed your locker and smiled at him. “Because someone has to. I don't know, but maybe it will help someone. Maybe it will help someone if I point out to the teacher that we cannot move the date forward. And maybe if I do it enough, someone else will too.”

“…That’s so stupid,” he said quietly, laughing at you.

But the next week, he returned a lost wallet to a first-year without taking the cash inside. Even if he had thought about taking it.

Geum Seong-jae wasn’t gentle. Not in the slightest. To be honest, he was brutal, crazy and arrogant. Despising people who are or act weak, people like you. He wasn’t patient. His anger lived just under his skin, hot and volatile.

But with you?

He showed a very strange side of his, in ways you couldnt really describe. And explain even less.

He "walked" you home but never admitted it, basically he followed you from a few meters away. He "asked", more like teased or bullied you with questions about your favorite books and pretended to be bored....then he would steal them from you. He tried to fix your broken calculator once. Failed. Replaced it in your bag without saying a word. Which got you into massive trouble. Because the guy sitting next to you had lost his calculator, which was also new, and simply accused you of stealing his calculator. What was that about? Did Seungje want to bully you?

And when you asked him, one day, why he hung around you at all, he shrugged and said,“Because you entertain me with you "good morals".” “What do you mean,” you asked him, confused. He explained to you that you weren't an angel either. You lent your study materials to a classmate so that she could copy and not fail. Actually, you weren't allowed to do that. And unfortunately he is right. In an attempt to do something good, you had done something forbidden. An interesting thought came to you during this conversation…maybe it was the same with him?

___ _ _ _

It started like any other day — quiet, normal, deceptive. But you could tell something was off the moment Seongje stepped into school. His eyes were darker, shoulders tense, fists already curled like he’d been in a fight before first period even began. You didn’t ask — not yet — but you stayed close.

When the news spread through the halls that some guys from a nearby school had jumped one of Seongje’s friends outside the gates, everything unraveled fast. By the time you found him, he was already throwing punches. It wasn’t a fight — it was an explosion. Raw, furious, unstoppable. One of the boys lay curled on the concrete, bleeding from the mouth, teeth lose, while Seong-jae slammed the other into a wall, again and again, knuckles cracking with every hit.

“Seongje!” you shouted, running toward him. He didn’t hear you.

“Omg...Stop—please!” You grabbed his arm, your voice trembling but strong. “He understood, but if you continue you could kill him.”

He shoved you back without looking. Not hard — just to get you out of the way. But your foot caught the curb. And you fell. Hard. The third boy gripping you by your wrist, twisting it. You let out a cry of pain. The sound of your body crying for help, in pain, was louder than his fists.

That’s when everything stopped.

His fist hovered mid-air. His head turned. And when he saw you — clutching your wrist, eyes wide in stunned silence — his entire body locked. He let go of the boy he’d been pummeling, who collapsed with a groan. Then Seongje stumbled toward you, color draining from his face. Freeing you from the clutches of the third boy, while hitting him with his fist.

“Y/N…”

You sat up slowly, wincing. Your wrist throbbed, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the look on his face — pure devastation, like he was watching everything he built crumble in real time.

“I didn’t—” His voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know it was you, I just—”

You looked at him, really looked. Tears in your eyes, caused by through pain inflicted by him. His hands were shaking. Blood was on his knuckles, and you didn’t know whose. His breath came fast and shallow. But his eyes — his eyes were breaking.

“I told you,” you whispered, “you’re more than your anger.” He sank to the ground beside you, knees drawn up, hands buried in his hair like he wanted to tear it out.

“I’m not,” he muttered. “I hurt you. I did hurt you.”

You reached out gently, laying your uninjured hand on his.

“I’m still here,” you said. “That has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

He looked at you like he didn’t deserve to. Like he’d already accepted that you’d walk away. Like they always did. But you, for what ever reason, didn’t. So if you wouldnt walk away, he had to. He didn't want to see you, being hurt by him ever again.

And so time passed. Time when it felt as if all the moments of stares, anger, closeness and acquaintance had never existed. You became strangers.

___ _ _ _

Time passed. Like it always did. Slow, awkward, cruel.

You and Geum Seongje drifted, the way people do, when things go unsaid — not out of hate, but out of history too heavy to carry. After the fight, after your wrist healed, after he stopped meeting your eyes in the hallway... things just broke.

Now, you were strangers again. You started dating someone a few months later — a boy from the year above, pretty handsome, tall and smart. He was kind, on paper. Well-dressed. Smiled when teachers looked. And most importantly, he wasn't complicated. He didn’t throw punches. He didn’t carry the weight of anger behind his eyes.

But Seongje noticed the difference right away. You didn’t light up when you talked about him. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. And when Seongje saw you walking with the guy, hand-in-hand but looking at the ground — he knew.

And then, some afternoon that week, he saw him. Behind the convenience store, Seong-jae caught him — your perfect boyfriend — with his arm wrapped around girl. A girl that wasnt you. The boy was grinning like he hadn’t just lied to you with every kiss.

That was the moment he snapped. No hesitation. No warning. Fist met jaw. Shoulder hit wall. The guy screamed, fought back, but Seong-jae was fire — wild and wordless. His only thoughts were: How dare you. How dare you touch her, lie to her, ruin her happy smile like that.

By the time it ended, Seongje stood panting over the guy’s crumpled body, fists bloodied, eyes burning. He didn’t even run.

He wanted you to know. You did find out. And you were furious.

You showed up at the nurse’s office where they were patching up his busted lip.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you snapped, your voice shaking — not from fear, but something deeper. “You can’t just fight everyone who looks at you the wrong way, Seongje!” There it was. At such times, you showed a fire equal to his. Anger, disappointment and the urge to fight. It fascinated him how you could be so loving, caring and so spirited at the same time.

He stared up at you, eyes shadowed, like he’d already accepted your rage before you even arrived.

“I saw him,” he said quietly. “Cheating on you...with that dumb blonde from the second year. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let it slide.”

Your anger deflated. You blinked, stunned.“…What?”

He looked away. “He doesn’t deserve you. No one like that does.”

Silence hung heavy between you. And in it, something softened.

“I’m not....yours.... to protect anymore. I never needed that kind of protection...so whats up with this shit of yours??,” you whispered. Not cold. Just… honest.

“I know,” he murmured. “But I still want to.”

After that, things began to shift. Slow. Careful. You started saying hi again in the halls. He started waiting just a little longer near your classroom. One day, he handed you a drink — your favorite, the one you hadn’t told him you still liked. You took it without a word.

One night, you caught him waiting for you outside the library.

“Thought I’d walk you home,” he said. “Old habits die hard.”

You smiled. “Maybe they don’t have to die. and maybe you walk home with me, instead of behind me?”

From then on, it was the little things. Your hand brushing his on the bus, neither of you pulling away. Him walking on the outside of the sidewalk. You fixing the cut on his knuckle or cheek after another scuffle — gently, like touching something sacred. Him pretending not to look at you or care about it. You pretending not to notice.

You waited. Because if there was one thing you learned about Geum Seongje, it’s that he didn’t need someone to rescue him — he needed someone to stay.

___ _ _ _

It started on a late spring afternoon, the sky grey and heavy. You were leaving school when the downpour hit. You didn’t have an umbrella.

Of course, he found you just at the right time (he had probably followed you again) — running, hair soaked, backpack clutched to your chest. He didn’t say anything. Just walked up and stood in the rain beside you.

Soaked. Still. Silent.

You looked at him, laughter bubbling from your chest.

“This is stupid,” you said, smiling. “We’re going to get sick.”

“Probably,” he replied. You shook your head. “Why do you always show up?”

His voice was low, sincere. “Because you make me want to be someone who doesn’t run away.”

Your breath hitched. Rain clung to your lashes, little droplets haning on for their dear life. His hair stuck to his forehead., soaked and wet He looked at you like you were the only solid thing left in a world that never gave him a place to rest. This time his eyes only show the madness of letting you into his life. The madness of believing that a stupid girl couldn't hurt him. But you could. Whenever you weren't there, he couldn't see you. The fear that something would happen to you cut through him like a sharp knife.

You stepped closer. He didn’t move. “You’re not a bad person, Seong-jae,” you said, voice barely louder than the rain. “You’re just scared someone might understand you... believe that even you have good intentions...sometimes.”

“…You believe that?”

“I do,” you said quietly. Unsure if these words wouldn't make him angry. And then, he leaned in — slowly, softly — and you met him there, in the middle of the storm.

The kiss was everything it shouldn’t have been. Wet. Clumsy. Honest. Madness.

His hands gripped the sides of your face like he was terrified you'd disappear. Yours found his chest, feeling the heartbeat under bruises and bandages and broken pasts.

When you pulled away, breathless, you smiled.

He did too. Not wide. Not perfect. But real.

BONUS:

The boxing hall was dimly lit, smelling faintly of sweat, leather, and something weirdly nostalgic. The rain had stopped hours ago, leaving the city hushed outside, the world tucked into sleep. It had been a few weeks now since you two shared that rainy kiss.

Inside, you were wrapping your hands with practiced slowness — or, at least, trying to. You had no idea what you were doing. You had never been in a place like this before and to be honest it scared you a little. On the other hand, you were happy that Seongje took you into his world with him. A sign of his affection towards you.

“You’re doing it backwards,” Seongje muttered, walking up behind you. His fingers brushed yours, fixing the tape with the kind of care that didn’t match his bruised knuckles or the way he usually handled the world. You glanced up at him, teasing. “I didn’t know Mr. Punch-Everything-In-Sight was a hand-wrapping expert.”

He gave you a sharp look, a fire flickering behind his eyes. “If you're gonna fight, you're gonna do it right.”

“Who says I want to fight?,” confusion rose in your voice. Shouldn't this be something like a date? Sure, it had been weird when he asked you to tag along, but when has it ever been normal with him?

His voice dropped. “You're with me now.” That shut you up — not because it was possessive, but because it was protective. His way of saying I won’t always be able to catch them first. The gym was empty but alive with silence. A single bulb flickered above the ring.

“You're not gonna hurt me....,” you asked, better demanded gently, stepping up into the ring.

He hesitated. “I might.”

You smiled, pulling him by the hand. “Then....Then teach me how to hit back.”

He started with stance — guiding your feet, steadying your shoulders. He circled you slowly, correcting posture, nodding when you got it right. But every time his hands touched you — waist, arms, jaw — it lingered just a moment too long.

And you noticed. “Try,” he said, lifting the pads. “Throw one.”

You did. It wasn’t clean. But it had heart.

He smirked. “Again.”

You hit harder. He chuckled lowly, his mad smile starting to appear on his face. “Better. Where’s that fire when you’re doing math equations?”

You dropped your fists and raised a brow. “Well.. its different...wait?You like my fire?”

He stilled — caught off guard for just a second. “...Yeah. A lot.”

Your eyes locked. Then you stepped in — slow, deliberate — sliding your hands up the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. Dragging him towards you.

His breath hitched. “Y/N…”

You tilted your head. “You gonna stop me?”

“No,” he whispered. “Never.”

And then you kissed him. No hesitation. No buildup this time.

It was all sharp angles and soft mouths, the snap of tension finally breaking. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him, teeth clashing in a kiss that tasted like adrenaline and something long overdue. It was wild and demanding.

You tugged at his shirt. He growled — low and real — before lifting you gently and setting you on the edge of the ring.

The contrast between his rough grip and the reverence in his gaze lit every nerve in your body.

“You sure?” he asked, chest heaving.

You nodded, breathless. “I’ve never been more sure.”

And in that old gym, where ghosts of fights past echoed in the walls, you gave yourself to him — not just your body, but every piece of trust he thought he didn’t deserve. And there you saw it, his version of gentleness.

His lips on your neck. Your hands in his hair. The quietest moans swallowed between kisses. Him trying his best, so his strength never bruised you — it only held you steady. And your softness never made him weak — it grounded him.

For once, Seongje had developed a strong respect for will and strength, other than his. His madness faltering, knowing you could understand his being.

For the moment, he just was mad about you.

I hope you liked this special piece. Love Becca <3

[dreammfyre]

time out ⊹ ࣪ ˖ frank langdon

SUMMARY. A 24 hrs work and a love relationship were not always compatible. That's why you and Frank had decided to keep it a secret for the time being, didn't want to give explanations or sign Human Resources papers, create rumors in the team or your relationship become a topic of conversation to others. So, both came to the agreement that was the best idea for the moment, you didn't know it, but he was not comfortable with that, Langdon’s hated to keep up appearances and keep his words to himself when you were together because of the risk that others might hear, but to be with you he was willing to make an effort.

WARNINGS. Soft!AU, Langdon is a complacent for his gf. They have been in a relationship for less than a month, so it is still new.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. For some reason everybody loves fluff!Langdon scenarios and here we are. ((in my the pitt era, really sorry my hotd people i still love you))

For some reason Robby decided to buy pizza for the whole team which for you was just as frekingexciting as Christmas. You had been on shift for about four hours and it was time to rest for at least thirty minutes, Dr. Mohan -your new public enemy- charged you directly to Dana who ended up kicking off any case that came through the door until you ate something, drank fluids and rested your mind for at least half an hour. You couldn't refuse, no one was capable of winning an argument with Dana, if you wanted to survive in The Pittsburgh it was a known fact; never to take it up with the nurse in charge.

Robby made it very clear, do what Dana says when she says it.

You settled into the old armchair in the break room, unwashed cups on the table was a common thing to find here, the coffee pot always with coffee inside no matter the time of day, you had to be lucky to find it warm. Opened one of the pizza boxes finding it empty, you let out an insult into the air that no one heard and threw it in the trash, was it so hard to do at the time? Continued in your search until found the vegetarian pizza almost intact, you thanked your fellow carnivores who ignored the vegetables because at that moment it became a real delicacy for your palate.

You had been so busy at work that didn't realize you were fucking starving.

The fluorescent light flickered on the ceiling but at this point everyone was used to it, decide took off your shoes for comfort while enjoyed your breakfast/lunch and maybe also the dinner today. You looked for your water bottle that you had left behind, hours before just had to run out for an emergency and had to leave it behind, luckily no one had drank from it.

You looked at the clock on your phone for the tenth time in the hope this way the minutes would pass faster, you felt like an athlete on the bench while the rest of the team was still in competition. But also felt strange this kind of tranquility, no noise, no people around you walking in a hurry everywhere, no orders. Just quiet.

The door opened and without warning Dr. Frank Langdon entered the break room so fast to saw his favorite girl esting in the couch, taking a couple of seconds to notice you. His messy hair was one of your secret weaknesses, loving the way that his brown locks fell loose on his forehead but he hated them. Frank walked straight to the coffee pot almost instinctively grabbing one of the few clean cups left on the cabinet, were still minding your own business on your phone, but looking at him over the screen.

"Why are you doing here?" Langdon asked turning on the coffee pot. "We have an accident en route arriving in ten minutes."

Threw your head back in frustration, thanks to Dana now you'll miss out on the fun. "I'm grounded like a thief in jail."

"Was Dana, right?" Langdon turned to look at you furrowing his eyebrows. You nodded in response looking like a girl without her toys locked in the most boring room in the world. "Don't even think about escaping or you'll be in worse trouble. How long did she give you?"

"Thirty minutes." Replied causing a small chuckle from him who scoffed at your misfortune. "It's not funny! I'm on tech break."

"You have to behave better.” He poured himself the steaming coffee from the machine, instead of taking a seat in one of the chairs surrounding the table he preferred to settle into the same armchair as you, in his head it was a better idea taking advantage of the fact that they were alone for now. "Are you eating that cold?"

"It doesn't matter. Still tastes good." Lifted your shoulders with your mouth full of pizza, your pitiful words understood.

"As you wish." Took a sip of his hot drink, burning his lips in the process. He learned not to mess with your food because you always were going to get mad.

The two of you were little silent for a while, between you it wasn't awkward nor did you need a topic of conversation. Although you felt Frank’s gaze, watched you for a few seconds. He wasn't saying anything, but he didn't need to: he has that way of looking at you that makes you feel scrutinized beyond the physical.

"At least that shit tastes good?" Pointed to the coffee with displeasure.

"Of course not." Langdon replied instantly to then take a sip from the cup.

You let out a laugh that filled the room making your cheeks round and your eyes flatten, Frank looked at you saving that cute image for the rest of the day. Finally finished your poor meal and immediately stretched out on the couch, resting your head on Langdon’s legs who didn't object to being used as a pillow, well, just because it was you, no one would put up with something similar.

"Really?"

"I'm rested as requested. Or this bother you?”

"C’mon, you know I don't."

You looked up at him from below, a genuine smile forming on your lips as Frank tried to remain serious in a staring war that he was obviously going to end up losing. His serious-performance didn't last long finally let out a low, a real laugh as he stared at the ceiling thinking about what you had done to make him a stupidly happy man.

"You're so good at making me forget the rules." He said letting his deeply thoughts come out all too naturally.

"What rules?" Looked up barely with your head on his thighs.

"Human Resources and their bullshit rules that say I shouldn't like you." Frank dropped one of his hands gently to rest on your belly, not possessively, but comfortably. As if it was already natural to have you there. Holding his coffee with the other being cautious that the hot liquid didn't fall over your body.

Your cheeks lit up in a lovely pink color, sometimes felt that Frank didn't realize the things he was saying or the effect it could have. At a certain point you shared it too, they knew that HR was going to become a problem sooner or later for their relationship and would have to give explanations both weren't prepared to give, the boring bureaucracy, you didn't want to answer questions of; How long ago did their relationship start? Is it serious? And all that crap about confidentiality politics, conflicts of interest.

Just weren't ready.

"I have to go." Frank said with a grimace of displeasure, gently tidying the strands of your hair in your face. "Sorry, babe."

"Yeah, sure." You sat down leaving him free to stand up. "There's more than one trauma coming, you must be really excited."

Another chuckle from him. Langdon set the empty cup down on the table before looking back at you. "Maybe it’s true, but you have less time left before your time away is up."

Rolled your eyes not taking him seriously settling back, missing his smell of coffee and perfume that you never guess what the hell smells like.

"Go to save lives, I'll stay cooped up dying of boredom." You snort picking up again the cell phone that put aside.

Langdon looked at the door to the room, sighing to look back at you. Ever the adrenaline junkie he wondered if it was worth taking the risk, hell, with you it was. He turned back to where you are sit and tilts his face to yours, in a matter of seconds taking it between his hard fingers squeezing your cheeks hard enough to push your mouth against his. It is not a fleeting kiss. It's something slow, determined, as if he's been imagining it for hours. Frank’s lips press against yours with a restrained desperation, hunger disguised as calm. I'd been watching you for hours and I could finally give you a fucking kiss, it was torture to work with his girlfriend and put up an emotional barrier.

You freeze for a second, surprised... but only for a second because you kiss him back with your eyes closed and the heart pounding in your throat, feeling the touch of his chin, the heat emanating from Frank’s body, and that slight sigh that escapes of him at the end.

When he pulls away from you does so slowly, just a few millimeters. His blue eyes are still locked on yours, both knowing that door separates you from legal troubles.

"I'll save you a good case for when you come back, okay?” He tells knowing it's what you wanted to hear, you immediately smile contentedly and he gives you a soft, brief kiss. Just enough to catch your breath. Just enough to silence you.

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Who are the divine? Are they physical gods in court, mysterious entities in the forest, or mortal beings with powers? What are their questions? Who or what is subject to their questioning? Why? Or is it something completely different, like someone curious about how a slice of cake can taste this good! You create the meanings, you create the stories! Go get writing, go go go!!

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The Collective <3

[this-is-fox-speaking]

CUDDLES REDO (REWRITE + REDESIGN)

his full name is something like Dr. Fuzzy Cuddles. so that the “Cuddling Off Feeling” pun still kinda works.

did we ever find out what kind of doctor he was?? i dont think we did. so in my mind maybe he’s like a regular surgeon or moreso maybe a therapist! i dunno! it’s fun to think of him being a therapist and having phil as a client, and that’s how phil first finds out about cuddles and all his stuff.

overall really friendly guy. kind of doctor who loves making the scary stuff about hospitals a little easier for the anxious adults or frightened children.

this is also why wears wings and a little heart-like pin on his shirt! he tries to look extra cute and cuddly so people can feel more at ease around him. yes the heart still has a little spring. it’s very important

bent rabbit feet. when he’s rushing about, he skips/hops throughout his steps down the hallways- it’s not something he really notices. nor something that he can stop. that’s just how he’s built! it’s a rabbit thing!!

heart shaped hair tuft. can you tell i love hair tufts by now. also heart shaped nose.

wears no shoes and slim shorts so that nothing restricts his lower legs too much. very uncomfortable otherwise. and good rabbit shoes are hard to find!!

will ALWAYS wear sanitary gloves. no matter what part of the hospital he’s in, THEY WILL BE ON AT ALL TIMES.

overall best guy ever. sad he had to die 💔

[mommydoomy]

1. Ok, He is also a fictional character no matter how real or complex he may seem at times.

2. Yep, non-human character. Black Butler isn't exactly filled with gratuitous amounts of world building but we can pretty safely say that a demon has significantly different moral alignments and cares way less about societal expectations than a human.

3. Your not really wrong here. Sebastian does want his soul this is correct, however a demon that has lived as long as him and is as powerful and conniving as he is could have simply tricked Ciel into giving him his soul if that's alllll he cared about. He finds Ciel entertaining and thinks it's fun to play the butler role, he is content to wait. Now in most cultures around the world the soul is the cumulative of all someone is, their life force, energy memories, so in order to find someone's soul desirable one must also to some degree reasonably find them desirable.

4. Lets assume these rumors are completely unfounded, that it was never intended to be a dark yaoi, but the author lightened it up in order to publish it and actually make a profit. The author has all but outright said she ships it, and frequently draws or oks official art and manga panels with Sebastian and Ciel being in romantic or downright sexual situations.

5. I'm really beginning to think you and other antes watch the show with a blindfold on and earplugs. Thier are countless metaphors, parallels, and occasions where they have significant chemistry. Many of them are subtle and interwoven within the series rather than something to be played off for a laugh and used to imply that it is a joke.

6. People can ship and self-ship as they like. X reader Is not a new concept not by a long shot and a lot of it is actually produced by antis. And thier is a ton of this content, particularly surrounding Sebastian X reader, if people wanted that content there is and abundance of it, they didn't need to project it onto works shiping Ciel and Sebastian though there may have been overlap for those who enjoy both.

7. Im kinda thinking you missed the point of black butler entirely. Our main character was kidnapped and sexually abused by a demonic cult along with his twin being sacrificed in front of him and his family home burning down causing the death of his mother and father. He doesn't get to be a kid, he is a young teenager who is forced to grow up and take a mantle of the Queen's guard dog entrenched in the criminal underworld along with running his families company. He made the deal with sebastian in order to take revenge and find out why his parents died that night. He is also fond of Lizzy very clearly and cares about her but there are romantic chemistry is very limited, they are also related cousins which would also make them a problematic ship by anti terms. Ciel spends significantly more time and has significantly more chemistry with Sebastian then Lizzie, even in book of the Atlantic for example where Lizzie got to be in the spotlight.

8. This is fair, romance is not necessarily a core theme of the series. But sexual desire, hunger, and intimacy are, If they were to become candidate in any capacity it wouldn't be a fluffy romance where they got married and rode into the sunset. It would be something like Sebastian having sex with ciel as he finally took his soul or some other hint of damning evidence that their relationship is far more than master and butler.

Thier relationship dynamics, whether platonic or sexual are very interesting, and I even found some fanfiction where they have a parental sort of bond instead that were very cute. However one has to be blind deaf and stupid to not realize that there is a romantic and or sexual undertone to the characters actions and interactions, at best it is intimate.

And the people spewing that Sebastian right out the box is meant to be a father figure to Ciel really need to reevaluate their relationship with their own parents, and may need to seek help.

I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE WHO SHIP CIEL AND SEBASTIAN FROM BLACK BUTLER!

There is so much wrong with this ship and I have a full LIST of reasons why you are disgusting if you ship it.

1. CIEL IS A MINOR. HE IS 13. I don't care that he acts like an adult sometimes or that he's emotionally mature, he is thirteen fucking years old.

2. Sebastian is like a thousand years old. He's ancient. Enough said.

3. Sebastian cares about Ciel mainly because of the contract. I'm not saying that's the only reason, but Sebastian is mainly with Ciel so he can munch on his soul and have some fun before he finds a new contractor. I do believe Sebastian might have grown more attached to Ciel, but at the end of the day, Sebastian just wants his soul ¯\(ツ)/¯

4. I'm aware that there are rumours that Black Butler was going to be some gross hardcore yaoi series, but the author changed it. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF THERE ARE SOME REMINENTS OF WHAT BLACK BUTLER MIGHT'VE BEEN, THEY AREN'T A SHIP.

5. There is next to no evidence that they will/are canon. Fight me on this.

6. Some people say it's because the series is old and the people who used to read this were desperate to be with Sebastian or Ciel whoever, and tried to ship them to feed their own dreams but SERIOUSLY. Get a life please 💀

7. Ciel doesn't have a romantic chemistry any characters apart from Lizzy, and he doesn't even seem overly interested in her ngl 💀 And again, he's 13 let the kid just be a kid.

8. The series is most likely never going to go down a romantic path. It's about demons, mystery, and crime fighting. There's a lot more but those are BASICALLY THE MAIN THEMES. not romance.

I could think up so many more, but my fingers are sore from typing. Don't get me wrong, I'm all here for platonic sebaciel because I find their dynamic interesting, but pairing the characters romantically? 🤮

[lilyrosedeppsforehead]

The Ultimate Larry Fanfic Rec List

More Bethyl and Drarry recs to come! At this point I'm just making my way through all my fandoms so get ready for quite a variety.

Only one post for this one cause it's not a fandom i'm in anymore but I may as well share with the people ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All time favorites-

Confessions of a Gay Disney Prince: (by JeddieJay) https://www.wattpad.com/43095642-larry-stylinson-recommendations-confessions-of-a

“You’re way off here, darling, because there is no gay in dis-nay, nor will there ever be. You’re not a damsel. You’re just in distress but I won’t be saving you. Save yourself.”

My FAVORITE Larry fic. The description does this no justice but it is SO good. This fanfiction is truly so amazing and it’s written in screenplay format which definitely makes it objectively stand out but also so perfectly suits the story. Harry and Louis are characters in Disneyland (Harry is Hercules, Louis is Hades) who become the best of friends (then more). The supporting characters are phenomenal, the relationship progressions are fantastic, the characters are flawed in such real ways, and it’s hysterical. Harry and Louis have such an interesting friendship it’s truly such a fun read I highly recommend. 

Play Me Like One of Your French Girls: (by zimriya) https://archiveofourown.org/works/1172042

Louis is Hollywood's “Bad Boy and Sometimes Darling”, and Harry is the clumsy, endearingly attractive part-time cellist whose cello gets upgraded to the seat next to his on the plane. They fall in love. 

Also features R&B Superstar Zayn Malik, Olympic Gold Medalist Liam Payne, and Masterchef Niall Horan. 

Gang, this may just be tied with Confessions of a Gay Disney Prince as my favorite Larry Stylinson fanfiction. If not, it’s definitely a close second. This fanfiction is HILARIOUS. Like it has in fact made me laugh out loud. Not to mention the iconic characters, fun plot, sweet friends-to-lovers, and hot we-are-now-lovers-lets-have-sex.

Escapade: (by dolce_piccante) https://archiveofourown.org/works/4034197/chapters/9071932?view_adult=true

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he could have planned for. 

This fic is so good???? Like so so good???? Louis is a businessman who hires an escort (one long haired Jack Styles (AKA Harry Styles)) to be his plus one to a wedding weekend. Harry in this is such a fun character. He’s adorable with kids, great with Louis’ family, and determined to make Louis enjoy their time together. Louis is a corporate boy just trying his best to keep up with the chaos of his friends and family. Very sweet very hot very fun.  

that ugly ass yellow shirt: (by missandrogyny) https://archiveofourown.org/works/4837190

“This,” says Louis, holding up a shirt from the box, “is the ugliest fucking shirt I’ve ever seen.”

This is meant to be a smutty one shot but honestly I’m recommending it for the Larry dynamic. Louis is a little shit in the most mischievous way, Harry is a softie. They are so so so in love. 

Honorable Mentions:

Let’s Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay: (by embro) https://archiveofourown.org/works/1577993/chapters/3350435

A Geroge of the Jungle/Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis’ life upside down.

let me make a thing of cream and stars: (by missandrogyny) https://archiveofourown.org/works/4630251

It doesn't explain why he’s lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of him.

As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. Also the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Louis’ wet dreams since he was about eighteen. 

(Or: Louis is a Radio 1 Dj and Harry is a pop-star he interviews.)

An homage to that 2016 era of Radio 1 Djs calling celebrities live on air and planking during interviews. Another really funny really creative one with a Larry that you just one to ship until the ends of the earth. 

Right Side of the Wrong Bed: (by eyesofshinigami) https://archiveofourown.org/works/3499658

There, standing in a pair of ridiculously tiny briefs and wielding a frying pan in one hand, is quite possibly the prettiest boy he’s ever seen. Louis scrubs a hand across his face. “I’m in the wrong goddamn flat, aren’t I?

Or, the one where Louis wakes up on the wrong couch only to meet his future husband (even if Harry doesn’t know it yet).

THIS FIC IS SO GOOD. Louis is a hoot and Harry is a cutie and the writing is full of personality. Read it read it read it.

Co-Captains: (by directionmclfied) https://www.wattpad.com/story/3899352-co-captains-larry-stylinson

Harry and Louis were co-captains, problem was they couldn't stand each other. They played well together, but only where football was concerned. 

Subscribed to you: (by hazzacumon) https://www.wattpad.com/story/12189241-subscribed-to-you

Youtube stars Harry Styles aka Harrymustbebananas and Louis Tomlinson aka SincerelyLouis, have never met before and live on two different sides of the world. But when viewers are constantly urging for them to meet, something happens. Will the stars align for them to meet in person, or will this be a love that will only be digital?

Sun, Sea and Awkward Harry: (by beautifulnightmare2) https://www.wattpad.com/story/14162675-sun-sea-and-awkward-harry-larry-stylinson

Harry has been pining for eight years over one Louis Tomlinson who just so happens ot be one of the group heading off to Spain for a two week Holiday. 

Place Your Head On My Beating Heart: (by hopelesswriter) https://archiveofourown.org/works/2698844

Prompt: H/L are both pornstars, but Harry (maybe 25) is a veteran at it while this is Louis’ (18) first day. They get paired together for a scene. Basically just overstimulation and rimming and riding and Harry instructing Louis on how to get himself off before Harry actually enters him. Some spanking and Harry marveling at how much Lou’s bum ripples after each smack. Bonus points for Louis crying from multiple orgasms and the overstim and just being in complete euphoria. 

Or the AU where porn sensation Harry Styles takes his newbie to his place and gets him to come untouched twice before even fingering him and they may or may not fall in love at some point between second and third orgasms.

Take Off Your Running Shoes: (by polkadotpeacoat) https://archiveofourown.org/works/725550

AU- Harry is the fit supermarket check out boy. Louis wants to sleep with him. Summer romance ensues.

fake it ‘til you make it: (by tempolarriefics) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11224884

“So.” Louis clears his throat, trying to prompt the curly haired boy into speaking.

“You want me to what?” The boy asks incredulously, speaking slowly in a way that emphasizes the absurdity of what Louis has just asked.

Louis clears his throat, hoping he doesn’t look as completely mortified as he feels. He shrugs nonchalantly before squeaking out, “To go to the Yule ball with me, to make my ex-boyfriend jealous?”

or, the one where Harry and Louis are seventh years at Hogwarts and while trying to make Liam jealous, fall in love along the way.

This fic is so FUN. We love a Harry Potter AU done right and full of personality. 

In Dreams: (by dolce_piccante) https://archiveofourown.org/works/3560306

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat comes with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

California Sold: (by isthatyoularry)  https://archiveofourown.org/works/5157680/chapters/11877494

Notoriously closeted boyband members Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends. 

Like Water Over Fire (Like Water On Fire): (by MCSSymon) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11222547/chapters/25075194

“I’m sorry your highness, I think I misheard you, did you really say that you are hoping to meet your husband?” Oh god, Louis panicked, was Prince Harry gay? Was he even allowed to be gay? Surely he wouldn’t be allowed to have a selection from a group of men, right?

Prince Harry looked partly like he wanted to laugh, but also very, very nervous about what he had just admitted, “Yes, sir, you hear correctly.”

Or Prince Harry has 46 men and 13 weeks to find the husband of his dreams, Louis had a limited amount of time to live out a royal fantasy. They might just be exactly what the other needs. 

Think of it like the bachelor, except the bachelor is a Prince and also gay. 

Don’t Let the Tide Come and Take Me: (by kiwikero) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14073588

The aquarium in the lobby has been there as long as Louis can remember, and so has the merman inside. That is, until the day Louis loses his job and decides to set the creature free.

They set off on a road trip to the sea, learning to communicate more and more each day. Their destination is LA, but the closer they get and the more Louis gets to know the merman, the more he dreads having to say goodbye.

Or, the one where Louis decides to set a merman free and ends up finding his own freedom along the way. 

Number 84: (by kingsofeverything) https://archiveofourown.org/collections/50Reasons/works/12493988

Louis and Harry are best friends and roommates, though Harry has always wanted more. When he accidentally stumbles upon a written confession of Louis’ true feelings for him, Harry finally takes the first step. 

come on jump out at me (by yoursongonmyheart) https://archiveofourown.org/works/6243187/chapters/14304565

“you know, i offered for you to fake out me, but, i don’t know anything about you other than you being my biggest celebrity crush probably since posh spice.”

louis almost chokes on his chicken, “jesus christ,” he sputters.

harry takes a swing of his beer with a smirk. “i was very disappointed when you didn’t say i was your celebrity crush after you came out.”

louis almost cries. “you know i did plan on it. then i ran into you narrating taking a piss and talking about my ass and i thought ‘wow this kid does talk some shit’ and decided against it.”

harry barks out a laugh, his ears tinged red. he takes a bite of his pizza. “i suppose i do have no filter while high.”

louis rolls his eyes, “bit of an understatement, mate.”

harry giggles, “whatever pal,” louis screams internally. 

Or, the one where actor louis tomlinson and one direction superstar harry styles try to fake a sex tape to help harry get out of the closet and they both get more than they bargained for.

tangled up in you: (by misssandrogyny) https://archiveofourown.org/works/9842846

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn’t want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing. 

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional...what. “What?”

Just a Walk in the Park: (by comingbackhometoyou, forehead) https://archiveofourown.org/works/4209105/chapters/9512025#bookmark-form

It’s 2015, the first time dinosaurs walked the earth in over 65 million years. The multi-billion dollar company, Twist Corporations, is planning a summer opening for their world changing attraction, “Jurassic Park”.

They take an interest in the history making duo of Dr. Louis Tomlinson, a stubborn paleontologist, and his partner, paleobotanist Dr. Liam Payne, giving them the chance of a lifetime to work for the new theme park. Louis is apprehensive, but Liam has a “gut feeling” that it will change their lives. He isn’t wrong.

Featuring Niall as the top engineer to get the park up and running, Zayn as the raptor expert, and Harry as the grandson of one of the most influential men in the world.

Now in a Minute: (by thealmightyavocado) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11853312/chapters/26761275

13 feels like yesterday for many people, but for Louis it actually was.

More than anything in the world, Louis Tomlinson dreams of growing up. Simply skipping over all the awkward, embarrassing years of teenage existence and getting on with life. Real life.

So when thirteen-year-old Louis wakes up in the body of his thirty-year-old self, he expected everything in his adult life to be picture perfect. And maybe it is. He has it all... or so it seems.

Except his favorite person and lifelong best mate, Harry Styles, is totally missing from the equation and Louis doesn’t understand why. He has a lot of catching up to do and as adult life turns out to be more than what he bargained for, Louis can’t help wondering why a life that seems so perfect, feels so empty.

Or the 13 going on 30 au that should have been done years ago.

Chestnuts Roasting... And All That: (by elsi_bee) https://archiveofourown.org/works/8925478

Louis is apparently the only person at his new job who is single as can be. It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make his imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party. Cue fake relationship antics with a certain someone who is more than willing to play along.

Angst:

Bitter Tangerine: (by purpledaisy) https://archiveofourown.org/works/21276128/chapters/50659784

Maybe it’s Niall, he reasons to calm his storming heart. Maybe he’s not actually gone for the holidays yet, maybe Harry got the dates confused. Slowly, he holds his breath and pushes the kitchen door open. The first thing he sees makes him jump, a wooden spoon held out like a sword. Once his brain processes the sight in front of him, it’s less the sword that gets him than who is attached to the wooden spoon.

“Harry,” the swordsman speaks before Harry can, his voice low and steady through confusion laces each word. 

Harry’s breath catches. Every string around his heart, all the protection he spent nine months building, rips out and tears open all at once as he says, “Hi Louis.”

AU: Nine months after they break up, a twist of fate brings Harry and Louis back together at Christmas. 

Empty Skies: (by green_feelings) https://archiveofourown.org/works/1261096/chapters/2599474

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream - making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band in the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates. 

Smut:

somethin’ bout you: (by missangrogyny) https://archiveofourown.org/works/6606706/chapters/15115246

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one. 

Good fic all around but it made it in the smut category specifically for one scene in which Louis is wearing a vibrator while practising timely bank-lock-breaking and Harry controls the settings. 

river flows in you: (by sarcasticfluentry) https://archiveofourown.org/works/881462

“I think I’m going into heat,” Louis whispers into Harry’s neck.

Harry shakes his head and runs his fingers through Louis’ soft hair. “Not for another week. We scheduled a break for it, remember?”

Louis looks up at him. “Obviously. But, like - smell me, really smell me.”

...or, Louis goes into heat early, part of their tour gets rescheduled, and Harry fucks him through it. 

you put the O in disOrder: (by louuuology) https://www.wattpad.com/42378157-you-put-the-o-in-disorder-l-s

Orgasms. You see that word and you think it’s hot...right? Wrong. What if you had them multiple times a day? In front of your class. Your teachers. Your friends. ...Your mom.

Harry Styles is a seventeen year old boy from England, he was recently diagnosed with RGS (Restless Genital Syndrome) And guess who’s doing a project on the disorder for his medical sciences class? Eighteen year old, Louis Tomlinson.

Imagine if you moaned during your algebra test. How does the word orgasm sound to you now?

trusting things beyond mistake: (by sarcasticfluentry) https://archiveofourown.org/works/835675

“Is that even possible?” asks Harry. 

All of them stare at him for several seconds, and then Louis says, “What, coming untouched?”

“Christ,” Zayn mutters, throwing his hands up. “This fucking band, I swear.”

...or, Harry wants to see if he can come without touching his cock and ends up getting more than he bargained for.

Harry pops in a vibrator and handcuffs himself to try coming untouched. Success! However, when he drops the keys to the handcuffs, someone (Louis) has to pull the vibrator out for him.

The  Brightest Lights: (by Rearviewdreamer) https://archiveofourown.org/works/5625400/chapters/12957322

After watching yet another actor walk away with his Oscar, Louis is on the lookout for the role of a lifetime that might finally get him the one thing he has always wanted. He didn’t think coming out of his self-proclaimed break to do another film would be all that difficult, but that was before he met his new co-star.

Featuring these two actors getting a little too into their sex scene on set. 

worlds will sing as we fall: (by sarcasticfluentry) https://archiveofourown.org/works/5230187

Harry doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, during which time Liam gets up and excuses himself to the bathroom, practically running out of the room.

“Wait, so what kind of silver are we talking?” he asks eventually. “Like - jewelry? Or-”

“You’re actually considering this?” Zayn asks, rubbing his hands together with glee. “Oh, Lou’s going to owe me a large favor for this.”

...or, Harry discovers one of his vampire boyfriend’s favorite kinks. 

Swim In The Smoke: (by whoknows) https://archiveofourown.org/works/5677141/chapters/13078219

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a smile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. H’e slith and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boy screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

Pirate AU in which captive upperclass Louis is an appropriately huge pain in Captain Harry’s ass. Smut is very hot hot and sexy. Storyline is very interesting. Good vibes all around. a moth to your flame: (by sarcasticfluentry) https://archiveofourown.org/works/2551835

Harry attends a Halloween party with his vampire boyfriend and Louis gets more than he bargained for. 

to kill the mess we’ve made: (by missandrogyny) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7757668

And when he’s finally standing, Liam fussing over him, rubbing his hand at the red mark blooming on Harry’s forehead, does Harry learn two things:

One, he wasn’t actually hit that hard, and Tommon - or Louis, rather - is just as pretty when Harry is staring at him head-on and,

Two, Louis is the Adidas model he’s going to be working with on today’s photo shoot.

(or: AU where Harry and Louis are both models, and they decide being friends-with-benefits is a great idea. It isn’t.)

you are the fever: (by flimsy) https://archiveofourown.org/works/985295

Louis’ heat and Harry’s rut coincide.

as deep as the sky: (by swallowsmateforlife) https://archiveofourown.org/works/6885559

A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn’t exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry’s conscience. Turns out it’s the best decision he’ll ever make. 

one day: (by sarcasticfluentry) https://archiveofourown.org/works/912858

Louis giggles at him. “Hazza, I’m not even up the spout yet, love.”

“Yeah, but...” Harry trails off, pinning Louis with his intense stare, and Louis locks eyes with him and feels a hot wave of anticipation wash over him because the implication is obvious: tomorrow you will be.

...or, Louis goes off his suppressants and Harry goes into rut. 

May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home: (by LoadedGunn) 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3719422/chapters/8236435

Harry thought he had a handle on things. He hasn’t gotten papped in over a month, even the most zealous of fans have given up on finding his location, the Fortress is starting to look hospitable, and Niall just learned how to make shrimp bisque. Even having a crush on a gorgeous mythical woodland creature was working out for him.

Most of the time.

On March 31st, Harry Styles disappears. Though many speculate, only two people know where to find him: Niall, his former guitarist, and Zayn, who follows where Niall leads. 

The fact the biggest boy band in the world broke up two weeks earlier might be related to the disappearance. The fact Harry meets a fairy named Louis in the woods is a whole other matter.

(Liam is a centaur.)

Harry is a celebrity who goes into the forest as an escape from his life. There, he comes across Louis: a fairy with the whimsy of Peter Pan. This fic is very funny, very creative, and very sexy omg.

let me outshine the moon: (by sarcasticfluentry) https://archiveofourown.org/works/912858

“Fuck,” echoes Liam, shaking his head at them with a small smile on his face. “Just don’t get yourselves killed.”

“You can come too, if you want,” says Niall, standing up.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead at a vampire bar,” Liam scoffs, standing up as well. “Wait. Fuck.”

...or, boarding school students Niall and Harry chance a trip to the local vampire bar.

you blow me away: (by Babydollxhes) https://archiveofourown.org/works/5216900

“Fart in my mouth, Harry,” Louis pleads.

“What?!” Harry asks, alarmed.

“Please Harry, I need it. Fart in my mouth, please. I need it.” Louis pleaded again.

Or the fic where louis eats Harry’s ass while he farts in his face and something big happens. 

I regret nothing.

[tunamayuuu]

tuna i am so absolutely intrigued by kunicchou i need you to yell at me about them asap…. their similar values despite being on opposite sides oh god they’d be so fascinating

see the funny part about them is that they are both righteous people but the way they approach justice is so different. you'd Think they'd be similar because they're assigned the rational one/good authoritative figure in their respective duos (kunizai and suegiku), but they're just. they're so different the more you look at their actions.

ok onto similarities first, tecchou literally sees himself as the Justice guy. he's the strongest hunting dog in terms of physical strength, and he's the most Hunting Dog you're ever gonna get. he's the blade that kills upon command (jouno's command as we've seen him tell tecchou to kill yosano, and tecchou does so without question/complaint), and he'll punish evil whenever he sees it. the funny inclusion to this value is reprimanding jouno because fukuchi commanded him to do so whenever jouno acts out of line (has a little too much fun playing bad cop). he comes off as extremely rigid, in his blunt words, straightforward to a fault (cutting down a whole forest) approach to everything, and his will to exact justice onto others.

kunikida is similar in that rigid appearance. he's very strict about his schedule, is just as blunt in his words, his story constantly revolves around his ideals and how its challenged by the reality around him (especially azure messenger and cannibalism arcs). not only is he next in line for the director position, but dazai describes kunikida as the symbol/representative of what the armed detective agency is, more than any other ada member. just like tecchou, he also regards his ideals very high in his priorities, and he deems himself the only one responsible to fulfill his ideals. he will do everything in his power to protect those in front of him, even at the cost of his life.

in a way, they put a lot of pressure in themselves to fulfill the values they chose to live by. and both of them went through phases where they broke down when reality shows them that they've failed in upholding said values.

^ (plus cannibalism arc where he breaks down after the girl killed herself in front of him)

though they have a significant difference in character because,

tecchou will kill anyone in front of him, to punish evil and to achieve any additional goals

kunikida will protect anyone in front of him, and find a different way to fight evil

which makes sense! many tecchou fans agree that tecchou must've grown up in the military, or at least have been exposed to it at a young age. his job entails killing people for the sake of good, it makes sense why that's his ideal. however, kunikida, as far as we know, has been a regular citizen unaffiliated with the government. as a detective, his only job is to solve cases and uphold the law given that the ada actively works with the police. he wants to avoid unnecessary deaths, that's his justice.

tecchou will not hesitate to almost kill a child, because he sees that child as a terrorist who must be punished and is liable for jouno's disappearance. kunikida, on the other hand, will try to cheer up a little girl who's holding on to the bombs around her neck, and broke down over the fact he failed to save her, completely ignoring how that bomb was meant to kill him.

how they live out their values is so different and god i wish asagiri writes them interacting more. :( that clashing of approaches to upholding an ideal world is so fucking good and i'm seated....

also i'll be real i got into kunicchou cos of these fics, and they're literal perfection to me. i need to draw kunicchou actually hmmmm....

i think they'd be more qpr than traditionally romantic because they're just so? work-oriented? i don't doubt they'll find time to be together but like, as they are now, hunting dog and armed detective agency member, they're more emotionally involved in their line of work.

but if they were romantic? i see them as the type of couple to go out for dates a lot, fishing, eating out, visiting amusement parks, any public space is their oyster. also tecchou is banned from the kitchen. (this does not stop tecchou when kunikida is not at home, or sick)

[elodieunderglass]

Eggs for Killie is over!

I award myself the 150th egg for all of the little bits of art. Thank you so much for inspiring me to make them! It’s been really amazing to see all the hard work and to truly appreciate the wide range of crafts and activities everyone can do. Bobbin lace? Shoemaking? Knife forging? Translating Irish? It’s genuinely incredible.

I also really appreciated the people who were taking a rest, too. Thank you for that as well.

And I SUPER, SUPER appreciate everyone who was going through saying encouraging words, leaving replies/reblogging with comments, or liking all these posts. That was also a huge outpouring of kindness and time. I saw you doing it (and tried to make sure OPs did too) and any credit for people feeling empowered? That’s for YOU.

I know for a fact that people were following each other simply because they spotted one of their people through doing this. Thank you for being here - and being brave enough to find each other! 

If you have a project you were working on specifically for this, and missed the inbox, drop me a message - I don’t want to miss you.

150 eggs x 60g (weight of medium-large chicken egg) is 9000g of eggs.

That’s 16.8% of Killie’s body weight in eggs.

I am planning to write a book about Killie and I think it will be very VERY funny to acknowledge every single username who contributed in the acknowledgements…

…. Because I am planning to throw them back at you.

Now rest up, everyone. April Fools tomorrow, we gotta make the REST of the website unusable.

[imsobadatnicknames2]

Honestly the "neutral spanish" thing is also why I generally as a rule of thumb avoid dubbed media (I've annoyed people in my life in several occasions bc I generally refuse to go to the movies unless we're gonna buy tickets for the subbed version instead of the dubbed one).

Like people who know me irl tend to think I'm one of those "dubs always lose the essence of the work, media is always superior in its original language" dudes, but actually I don't think that about dubs in general. I just find specifically Latin American Spanish dubs to be kinda bad most of the time, and not necessarily because of anything to do with the quality of the dubbing work itself but because (with a few exceptions) by nature of being a single dub made to be distributed to 19 different countries they tend to be done in this style that tries to neutralize any identifiable regional accent and avoids any region-specific idioms, expressions, and vocabulary and I legitimately cannot stand it because it sounds so forced and unnatural, it feels like no one talks remotely like a real person! Which is a problem that media in its original language doesn't tend to have to such a notorious degree.

Like a lot of people here in LatAM tend to make fun of Spain Spanish dubs and I get why (it just sounds kinda goofy for people who aren't used to the Spaniard accent and sometimes their choices for character voices are pretty baffling) but unironically I find most Spaniard dubs more enjoyable because at least the dialogue and accent has some character and doesn't sound like the dialogue equivalent of the generic corporate memphis artstyle.

I find it really funny how the fact that most foreign media receives a single LatAm Spanish dub for the entire of Latin America (an entire continent's worth of countries with wildly different dialects of the Spanish language) results in the phenomenon of immediately being able to tell when a kid watches too much TV bc they end up speaking in "neutral Spanish"

[ballsandbabes]

The Firelight Between Us: Geum Seong-jae x Reader

Authors Note: I normally dont write about other things than Sports, BUT...I started with Weak Hero and find the story really exciting. While reading, I found Geum Seong-ja's character very interesting. So i thought i try my take on his character// Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

Summary: What if Seong-jae gets too close to Baekjin's good friend because he finds her interesting. But what no one knows is that no one dares to approach the boss's crush, you.

Genre: Universe of Weak Hero, Romance, Action , Angst, Drama, Gang AU

You always told yourself one thing: Don't get involved with the gangs. Your school, Ganghak High School, was not in a good area. The other schools were no better than yours either: ruled by the terror of the gangs, defended with bloody fists, going to extreme lengths if necessary. A friend of your brother was once saved from a fight by a boy named Yeon Sieun.

Ever since he came home with one less tooth and one cheek covered in blood, you had been sure of one thing: these gangs were scum. People who wanted to exercise their power fantasies or who had a psychological problem.

You werent a sensible person, but because you knew exactly how dark and bloody that their world was. Your mother was friends with Tiffany Na, a rich boss of a jewelry company. Your mother was looking for work at the time and Ms. Na was the only one who hired your mother. That's why it was important to your mother that everyone got along well. Above all, it was important to her that you and Baekjin got along well. While was Baekjin, was considered family by your mom, for you, he was also the walking embodiment of danger—sharp-edged, unreadable, with a temper as quick as his fists. You loved him in that complicated way people love a reckless sibling, but you'd learned how to keep your distance.

You had known each other since you were children, but you had made one important rule. No involvement in his gang stuff. Never!

Which made your growing crush on Geum Seong-jae particularly inconvenient. You kind of liked him. How his arrogant nature allowed him to believe he could do anything, like he owned the world. His unshakable self-confidence. His good, bad boy look. And certainly also the fascination with evil that emanated from him.

With the connection to Baeckjin, however, that was a recipe for disaster. Which is why you decided you'd just forget about it. Soon everything would be normal again. One last nice school year, well as nice as it was possible at your school.

For you Seong-jae wasn’t like Baekjin—at least not on the surface. Seong-jae was chaos incarnate, sure, but there was a warmth to him. That crooked grin, the way he’d swagger through a storm like it was a dance floor, how he fought with a fire that looked more like art than violence. You noticed him too often. In the same alleyways. At the wrong parties. Across crowded streets where sirens howled.

But he never noticed you. To him you were probably just nobody. A classmate, a person to fill this human hell with extras. Same today, you sat in the classroom and waited with your friends for the last lesson to start. You had stopped listening to your friends whispering, totally lost in your own world of thoughts. Your gaze wandered around the room, past the window, the dead plant next to the window handle and in the distance the boys' sports class.

The teacher was completely overwhelmed when it came to taming the chaos troops. Not to mention that most of the boys were in one of the local gangs and were therefore very strong for their age. it was just before a fight. And there he was, in his maroon shorts and white shirt, cigarette on his lips: Seong-jae. His hair fell effortlessly over his face, uninterested in the fight. You knew that he only wanted to fight "real" opponents, people on his level. This was nothing more than a joke to him. And with that bored expression and casual body language, he's never looked better.

The bell for class woke you up to your thoughts, class was starting. As always, you did your best. It was part of the path to achieving your dreams. Good grades meant a scholarship, an therefor was a ticket to be accepted at a good sports academy. For a girl you were strong but above all fast. A true track athlete. It was getting late again at training and you had just stuffed your shoes in your bag trying to catch the last bus. But it ran away from you. shit! You just regretted not changing. It was warm, but the cycling shorts with the sports bra and the zip jacket from school weren't a particularly good outfit. In this area you could also be mistaken for a prostitute.

So you were walking home —hood up, headphones in, heart set on a cup of ramen and solitude—when you saw it. Seven guys, iron rods in hand, circling someone like vultures. Like the boy in the middle was prey. You didn't actually want to get involved, but the narrow light from the street lights made the edges of a pair of glasses flash. Seong-jae? Was that Seong-jae?

You had stopped, hiding behind a garbage can in the dark. He could fight, very well in fact. Not to say he enjoyed it. But even he couldn't do these guys alone. Did he have reinforcements?

At first, you wanted to turn and walk away. Rules were rules. Stay out of it. But then one of them swung—blunt and brutal—and Seong-jae faltered, blood trailing from his lip.

Your body moved before your brain could stop it. Revealing yourself from behind the trash bins. You grabbed a trash can lid and threw it like some deranged Captain America. It smacked one of the guys clean in the back of the head. “HEY!” you shouted. “Your mom know you fight like cowards?”

All of them turned. Seong-jae blinked at you like you were a hallucination. He knew you, you were the girl who always looked at him, when he had gym lessons. The first time he noticed it was because your voice came to him from above the classroom. You had music lessons. Your voice sounded like that of a goddess, sweet, tender and yet full of pride and strength. After that, he became more and more bothered. And then there was that one Friday afternoon. Nobody wanted to spend any longer in the musty rooms of the school; there was a rush everywhere to get out of the building. In all the chaos, there was you, your elbow resting on the window ledge, your long hair draping your pretty face perfectly. The wind made it dance softly and the cherry blossoms made the scenery look like a romance manga.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growled.

“Saving your impulsive stupid gang ass,” you muttered, picking up a metal pipe from the ground.

He grinned then—bloody, amused, a little amazed. “Okay crazy princess, I like it.”

You didn’t have time to answer before the fight resumed. You weren’t a fighter, but desperation made you resourceful. A kick here, a smack there, some well-placed distractions. Somehow you and Seong-jae moved like they’d fought together for years—his punches flowed into you smart distractions, a seamless, messy ballet of survival. When you ducked a swing and he caught the attacker’s arm mid-air, your eyes met for a split second, breathless, wild, and grinning. You somehow enjoyed the feeling, this madness gave you. You felt powerful.

"Left!" she shouted, and without hesitation, Seong-jae spun and took the guy down with a knee to the ribs, trusting you completely. Back-to-back, bruised and bloodied, you two held your ground like twin storms refusing to break. As the final guy ran off, Seong-jae looked at you with laughter in his voice and blood on his lip: “Damn, you sure you’re not in a gang?”

When it was over, the street was littered with groaning bodies, and Seong-jae was looking at you like you’d just rewritten gravity,“You always throw trash lids for fun, or was tonight special?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, breathless. “I’m going to blame adrenaline for everything that just happened.”

He chuckled—loud and bright. “You got a name, adrenaline girl?”

It should perhaps be mentioned here that he already knew your name. He had wanted to know who the cherry blossom girl from the window of class 3-1 was. You didnt know and gave it to him.

“Im Seong-jae,” he said, shaking your hand like it was a pact. “I owe you.” You thought that would be it. One night, one fight. But he had diffrent plants, kept showing up. Once with ramen. Other times with random questions. With that wild spark in his eyes whenever you talked about things like stars and books and music he pretended not to like but secretly did.

You tried to keep it platonic. Tried. But he’d smile, and you’d forget. He’d laugh, and you’d fall a little more. Since he now knew how badass you actually were, he started giving you boxing and fighting lessons, in return you took him to the track to improve his fitness. A perfect symbiosis.

“Ey Y/, you keep dropping your shoulder,” Seong-jae said, stepping behind you to adjust your stance, his hands firm but careful on your arms. “I know,” you muttered, flustered by the sudden touch, as his chest brushed your back—close enough to feel his breath on your neck. “Relax,” he chuckled, voice low, guiding your fist up with his hand over yours, slow and steady like you might break if he moved too fast. “It’s not about strength, it’s timing—wait, here,” he murmured, repositioning your legs, one knee between yours, and you forgot how to breathe. You threw a punch, and he caught it with ease, his fingers curling gently around your wrist. “Better,” he said, eyes lingering on yours longer than they should, smiling cheekily, something electric in the quiet tension between you. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to forget we’re training,” you blurted out, half-teasing, half-desperate to defuse the heat crawling up your spine and certainly surprised of what you just said, cheeks burning red. He smirked, leaning in just enough to make your pulse stutter, “Then maybe we should stop calling it training.”

And thats when Baekjin found out. When he found out his favorite girl, had a favorite boy, and it wasn't him.

As usual, it was late again in the library. The night watchman, who knew you well, had once again asked you sternly but kindly to leave the school grounds. When you noticed that your bag was still in the classroom, he offered to open it again for you. So you walked through the hallway on the way to the school gate. He cornered you in said hallway this night, eyes dark and jaw tight. “You’re hanging out with him now?,” Baekjin asked coldly. You crossed your arms, not liking the tone of his voice. “What? I don't know why that concerns you...aside from that he’s not like you,” you tried to say as calmly as possible. “That’s exactly the problem,” Baekjin snapped. “He’s not like me. He’s reckless. He’s stupid. And he’s in deeper shit than you know.”

“You think I don’t know how deep this gang bullshit goes?” you hissed. “I’ve lived in the shadow of your messes my whole life. The bloody evenings in which my mother treats all sorts of wounds and says nothing to your mother. I chose to stay away. I dont want to be a part of your world. But I couldnt stay silent when—”

“When what?” His voice dropped, sharp and angry. “Until he smiled at you?”

There was something strange in his voice. Almost... hurt. He had always protected you with all his means. You always thought it was because of your rule, never ever get involved. But now….it clicked. “Hey Baekjin, what is your fucking problem...you like me or something,” you snapped at him.

Baekjin’s silence was the loudest confirmation. “I never said anything,” he muttered. “Because I knew you'd never—”

You stepped back. “You're right.” Baekjin looked at you angrily in hurt.

Seong-jae found you later that evening, pacing on the rooftop of a nearby building, wind howling around you both. He didn’t say anything at first. Just offered you a drink and sat beside you.

“You okay?,” he asked while opening the can. “No,” you said looking to the ground. He looked over, worried. “Was it something I—”

“No,...No you didnt do anything” you said, meeting his eyes. “It’s just... I knew this would be...messy. And now it certainly is.”

He reached out slowly, fingers brushing yours. “I dont know why its messy, but if it is, let it be messy.”

You stared.

“I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time,” he said. “I fight too much. I don’t think enough. I’m not safe. But with you... I want to be.”

Your heart clenched.

“So,” he said, voice soft, “let it be dangerous. Let it be chaotic. Just don’t walk away yet. I will protect you, you know?”

And somehow, despite the warning bells in your head, you nodded. Because falling for Geum Seong-jae wasn’t safe., it probably never be. But it was so real. And in a world full of lies, blood and broken loyalties, real mattered the most.

Weeks full of beautiful moments passed, your love for Seong-jae grew stronger and so did his. He would do anything to protect you from his world. He loved lounging around on the field and watching you train. You were incredible to him.

Baekjin didn’t come with a warning. Just fists. It happened in the back alley of a closed noodle shop, right as Seong-jae was lighting a cigarette, thinking about your cute victory smile from the tournament, this afternoon.

“You couldn’t just stay away, huh? I told everyone, keep your hands off Y/n!” Baekjin’s voice was low and bitter, already angry, already pacing like a predator. Seong-jae turned, casually, like he didn’t feel the danger creeping in behind the syllables. “Didn’t realize I needed your permission to fall for someone.”

That was the last sentence before the fight broke out. Baekjin wasn’t sloppy. He hit like a ghost—fast, calculated, and personal. Seong-jae fought back, of course. He was scrappy and stubborn and too proud to back down, but Baekjin fought like a man with something to lose. Something to prove. By the end of it, Seong-jae was on the ground, bleeding from his lip, knuckles split, ribs aching like hell. And Baekjin? Gone. Leaving behind the message in bruises.

You found him by chance—half-stumbling, half-leaning against a telephone pole two blocks from your dorm. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Seong-jae?!,” you cried out loud at the sight. He looked up, eyes hazy but still managing that crooked, stupidly charming grin. “Hey, crazy Angel. You should see the other guy.”

“Ugh you idiot,” you whispered, rushing to his side. Your dorm room was small, but it felt like sanctuary as you sat him down and grabbed a first-aid kit with trembling hands. That you had never needed it as much as you did with him. Ever since you two knew each other, you always had it in your school bag or purse.

“What....what happened, Jae?” you asked, dabbing gently at the blood on his lip. Dried and stubborn to remove. He winced but didn’t pull away. “You know...jealousy’s a hell of a drug.”

You paused. “Oh...Baekjin. I am so sorry Jae...”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. When you reached for the hem of his shirt to check the bruising along his side, he raised an eyebrow. “You dont need to be sorry for loving me, angle....but you should be sorry for undressing me...already?”

“Shut...shut up,” you snapped, cheeks burning with heat. But your voice softened when you saw the angry red across his ribs. “God, Seong-jae…”

He let you touch him—your fingers tracing along bruises, your breath catching at the intimacy of it, ever so soft. And then, the moment shifted. Tilted. Your hand lingered too long. His gaze dropped to your lips.

“You should’ve stayed away,” you whispered. “Couldn’t,” he murmured. “You’re the only thing that makes this madness worth it. Understands the crazy light in my eyes.”

Then he kissed you. Not soft. Not slow. It was heat and want and aching relief. Like he waited his lifetime to do so. Your hands slid into his messy hair, his over your waist, pulling you into his lap as if he couldn’t get close enough. He groaned against your lips when your hips shifted, giving traction to his lower parts, mouths moving hungrily, desperately, like the world outside didn’t exist anymore.

You didn’t stop when your hands moved over his bare skin. You didn’t think about Baekjin, or the gangs, or the mess. Just the way Seong-jae’s breath stuttered under your touch. He pulled back just enough to look at you, forehead pressed to yours, pupils blown wide.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed.You didn’t.

The kiss deepened like a storm building in silence, and your hands were in his hair, pulling, needing, as Seong-jae held you like he was scared you'd disappear. His shirt layed forgotten on the floor, and your fingers explored the heat of his skin—marked, bruised, but alive. You felt every shiver under your touch, every sharp inhale as he let his walls fall just for you. He kissed you like he needed to remember what it was to feel something that wasn't pain.

"You're sure?" he whispered against your neck, voice low, hoarse, reverent. You nodded, forehead to his, breath trembling. “Only if it’s with you.”

That was all he needed. He carried you gently—arms around you like you were sacred—and laid you down like the world outside didn’t matter. The streetlights cast silver slashes through the window, catching on your skin as he undressed you slowly, like a secret being unwrapped one breath at a time.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless. It was chaos and care, lips and whispers, bruised hands worshipping soft skin. Seong-jae touched you like he was memorizing you—each kiss on your collarbone, your shoulder, your spine, etched into you like fire and silk. He whispered your name between gasps and promises, over and over like it meant something more than it ever had before.

And you returned it—touched him like he wasn’t broken, like he wasn’t bruised, like he was yours. That night, you didn’t just fall together.

You loved each other. Through the quiet moans, the tangled sheets, the lingering kisses between breaths, and the warmth that settled after—you found something more powerful than the danger outside. You found each other. And by the time dawn bled through the curtains, you were still tangled in him—his arm over your waist, his heartbeat slow under your palm, his lips brushing your shoulder as he murmured, half-asleep, “I’ve never had anything good… until you. Its just like a firelight is between us, pulling us towards each other.”

In the chaos of the world, he was fire. But with you? He was home.

[bleue-flora]

"He has friends, Tommy. I'm right here. I'm his friend... What are you gonna say about that? You think I'm not his friend?" — Punz —

Thought it was only fair that I do c!Punz after doing c!Dream, so here he is, ready to fight anyone who messes with his friend. And yes, just like with c!Dream all of his Minecraft skin elements and colors are apart of the design in one way or another.

[icewindandboringhorror]

indeed my exact process once every 8 months or so

[voxvalentine]

I can actually speak more to this especially because he did not in fact get the Trove taken offline and if you know where to look you can find it in certain places but here goes and I'm sorry this sounds like conspiratorial thinking but it's literally true:

one of the major problems with Zweihander is that Dan Fox was attempting to create a new Hasbro with it. this is gonna get. verbose.

bold statement. what does it mean? well let's rewind and explain with the caveat that a shitload of this is anecdotal and speculative; I have not met Dan Fox but I have heard stories about him and paid attention for a While.

First and foremost: from 2019-2022, Dan Fox was Executive Creative Director of Games at Andrews McMeel Publishing, which is a subsidiary of Andrews McMeel Universal which is a multi-format media corporation. Book publishing is a massively incestuous nightmare of only like three companies existing because multiple smaller ones have been eating each other for decades thanks to deregulation and other fun things involving capitalism. AMP is one of those main companies that remain. If you want more fun nightmares, look at how Penguin-Random House...exists. AMP mostly handles comics, newspaper comics, etc. but it produces a lot of books. It produces games! If you consider crossword puzzles and Sudoku a game, which I do. But it's not a games publisher. It is however a very big company.

Second and secondmost: Dan Fox is a dude who was knee-deep in Hamfant fan scenes online. This is not a scene I know, but it's collected by the person who made Fox's Wikipedia page whose user page states that they are a massive TTRPG nerd. This is also anecdotally apparent when you just look at the scope and width of what Zweihander includes, which is everything regardless of utility and sense, but very telling is the fact that Fox includes rules for playing Ogres which was only in 1e and 3e Hamfant. Put a pin in this.

Third and thirdmost: 1e came out in 1986, 2e in 2005, 3e in 2009 and 4e in 2018. These are not small gaps, they were all made by different imprints/companies and the editions are not continuously compatible. 1, 2 and 4 all use d100 but 3e uses dice pools and is more akin to a boardgame (and uses prototypes for what would later be used for Star Wars/Genesys because 3e was made by FFG!). There are contentious opinions on the quality of all of these editions with 3e being the most debated because it's that much of a change (and often well-regarded in its own right). There was a situation not at all dissimilar from how Pathfinder jumped up in the wake of D&D4e where people clung to 2e Hamfant especially because that was the rule set Rogue Trader, Dark Heresy et. al were using at the time. Which leads into:

Fourth and fourmost: people got really good at hacking apart and reconstituting 2e into lots of different things. Homebrew, fan content, power-builds, people really dug in to how the game was structured and how one could optimize/"solve" the game. It was an extremely well-supported line! It's the edition that had the Skaven splatbook! There's a lot of books and a lot to pick through! What careers were trap choices. What magic was worth it or not worth it. How the Grail Knight career was outrageously overpowered. It also became trivially easy to proliferate PDFs of 2e content in contrast to 3e because 3e has a ton of physical components to it. It was also where a bunch of designers like James Wallis and Rob Schwalb did work as part of their formative designer experience; Wallis gets a ton of residuals and the combination of working on D&D 3.x/4e and Hamfant is why Schwalb's games are like that.

Fifth and fifthmost: Dan Fox is a lifer to the field of advertising. He is a corporate man. And he reads corpo as fuck. He hustles, he grinds, I have heard him on podcasts, I have heard him speak, he has good palaver and he is always pitching. Great example of that is the RPPR Night of Blood episode where Fox runs folks from the podcast through what is a pretty basic intro scenario and the whole shebang is "here is how Zweihander works" while piling on the goth grimness and atmosphere. When he got into AMP, he remembered folks from the industry and gave them boosts; it is a matter of record that he worked with Ross Payton of RPPR to reprint Ross' book. This is not a slam on Ross; his job is his podcast, his book, his networking, good guy, it's business, it's how business operates.

Sixth and sixthmost: Dan Fox wrote Zweihander before his career at AMP and here's where we start putting pieces together to make a jigsaw out of just like six pieces like I'm a toddler. surely this is the last piece. anyway.

Fox is an inveterate self-promoter with a history in business and recognized a niche he could fill within the indie TTRPG sphere: the Pathfinder equivalent to Hamfant, because it sincerely worked out well for Pathfinder and he was deep in the scene enough to understand what the hell was going on and how Warhammer was having the exact same thing happen with 3e with a well supported line getting cut off to do something fairly different. 4e wouldn't come out until 2018. There was a niche to fill, a roughly 8 year window of time for someone to be distanced enough from 3e to slide into the Indie Alternative, especially when he could see in real time how 4e went the way it did, 5e slid onto the scene and started causing problems for everyone...and Pathfinder kept existing and kept doing well. So in 2016, Dan does his Kickstarter! June to August 2016! 61k in funding! That's really good for a RPG, dude! Well done! Early access PDFs drop through 2016, illustrated PDFs drop April 2017,

Part of the problem with making your own Pathfinder is that there needs to be sufficient space between you and the people whose audience you're trying to steal try to retain that audience. This was time Dan did not have as a dude working a job while fulfilling a Kickstarter vs. a joint collaboration between a game publisher and a writing company that do this for a living with employees who do this for a living. So he went for the obvious pivot: Hamfant 4e is going to be worse than 2e. My game will endure and remain as better than 2e.

Seventh and seventhmost: Hamfant 4e is a more crunchy game than 2e is but in some ways it's also a better game than 2e is. Having run and played it, I think there is a legitimate problem with the sheer level of granularity in play when it comes to mechanics and also the combat system, and I think the company agrees, because Imperium Maledictum is built on the same sort of stuff as 4e and excises things for the better while tightening up the small parts in a way that works quite well. 4e wins the 2e crowd. I should know, that's me and I saw it happen to all of my 2e fan friends in real time.

Zweihander keeps trucking along and at some point I buy a copy. It's over 600 pages long. 4e's is [checks my copy] 352. Honestly that's good for how packed it is and how it's a fan winback edition. Anyway, he's got Zweihander, everyone else has 4e, and then he gets a job at AMP. Zweihander gets a new edition, AMP gets a new product, Dan Fox has a new job, Dan owns the rights to Zweihander and it's a strong thing to promote as a flagship, that new job has. a powerful corporation's networking assets and a guy whose job it is to improve and sell the game's division for a company that does crosswords. And Dan Fox is a tremendous TTRPG dork. And AMP has printing deals. And Dan Fox has a lot of networking contacts and knows how hungry the TTRPG indie scene is. And I saw him try to establish a bigger and stronger game division, offering folks deals and trying to bring them in, and the company has to grow and I have zero actual proof of this but it felt like there was a nonzero chance he would've tried to make a WOTC for Andrews McMeel Universal. This made him insufferable because he was always hustling, always shilling. He got banned from SomethingAwful for it, I was there for that, he was on podcasts, Gencon, and with corporate backing it escalated. He started saying he shut down The Trove as if it was an accomplishment because he's a fucking corpo-brained cop. And AMU opened a focus on RPGs, and Zweihander became the basic operating system behind some other RPGs like Blackbirds. There was even a Not 40k book that has conversion rules! What if you entice the 40k crowd? What if?

Two things happened in rapid succession, one that has more of my speculation inside, the other undeniable.

1: Dan left AMP and part of me thinks it was because someone took a look at his proposal and said "fuck no". A game design studio is a fucking drain on a corporation like AMU. It certainly is for Hasbro, especially since they've started milking it harder and harder to bolster sales. A games studio is strictly not good for business because you're paying for the gestational period the entire time and then the thing comes out and then you pay to support it. For more information on this see: the video games industry. Book publishing? More reliable. A bunch of people do their gestating without you paying them. You pay them for the idea and profit off marketing and selling the book and you have good deals with production companies and shipping companies.

hey what year was thi-oh right the Trump presidency gutfucked international shipping from China in a way that indie publishing never recovered from and makes corporations raise an eyebrow. that costs money. the corporation does not want to spend extra money. so it does not, not when staying the course is distracting enough. There is no doubt in my mind that if such a proposal was raised in AMU boardrooms they would have people figure out how to say no to it, even if you dazzled them hard enough, even if he never broached it, but he could've because his job is to grind.

2: Covid-19 happened and is currently ongoing and this massively fucked up global trade. Source: that week we all cheered for Evergiven.

There is no RPG division at AMU anymore. Dan's out. World of Game Design gets Zweihander, which he ends up getting back, and I don't know WGoD at all but when the second result is "controversy", hm. The world continues. You keep scrolling. Thank you for reading this nightmare stream of consciousness.

do you have any thoughts on Zweihänder? sorry if this has been asked before !

Zweihänder is ultimately an okay clone of WFRP 2e but without the interesting clusterfuck of a setting of WFRP, but it's been completely soured for me by the fact that its author is kind of an ass. Like, okay, he is kind of an annoying self-aggrandizing liberal who also happened to write a weird dark fantasy RPG that talks about dwarves cumming in elven wombs or something, I can't remember what the exact phrasing was. But also he got the Trove taken offline so you know that sucks.

It's not exactly a game I'm particularly fond of but most of that is just distaste for the author. As a game it's not bad, I've run it a couple of times, but it's not something I can really see myself running again.

[hellohoihey]

Like I feel kinda shit for it but I truly do not have the energy to figure out based on fcking posts of someone's Instagram likes and like. The fucking actions of people they support to figure out whether it's "okay" to like them like I just can't

[uncanny-tranny]

Another thing that I've learned as I have undertaken my craft is just how satisfying it is to use what you make - to have known that you made it. Even now as I make my big project, the fabric is big enough that it's warming my lap up as I make it - even that is satisfying.

People want to make an effort - even small ones. What people don't like is pseudowork - bullshit jobs. Honestly, it's partly tragic to think about, partly infuriating.

[longagoitwastuesday]

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I'm only two episodes in right now, and thus far I find the show neat, but nothing unforgettable; which is a normal occurrence, I'm after all just two episodes in.

I was told the anime had both a sort of noir film and western air and I think it's interesting how the music reflects that (it so reminds me of Morricone and spaghetti westerns specifically at times). I do love the mix.

Something else I find very interesting, and the is quite common of old scifi, is how the development of futuristic aesthetic has changed through time alongside the evolution of our technology in real life. Futuristic aesthetic used to be way more mechanical and manual than it is now, not in a steampunk kind of way but in a manner that in hindsight does somewhat recall that. It makes me think about how cars' engines, while at their core remaining mechanical, have become more and more electrical with time. You can see in these old futuristic renditions that cars used to be more mechanical. I do prefer that. I like machines because of their machine part. I also find extremely interesting how one can dream up a whole new world or technology, yet it is hard to get rid of what is considered at the core of the functioning of that technology; wasn't there a Jules Verne book in which something like the Internet worked similarly to wired telephones?

Spike is neat. He's very funny and goofy in that actually-he's-sad-and-haunted way. I must say I do love those things. Pretty sure he's going to die. The very beginning of the first episode seems like a flashback, which I think is kinda confirmed by the ending's imagery. And yet it also seems like a flashforward, as if past and future converged in one, and the present were just a necessary thread stitching them together. He was there once, but he'll be there again; it will be for the same reason, and he will die again in a second death that will be but one, since it's the same. You know, that kind of deal. That's the feeling I'm getting out of him, especially given the whole "You'll meet a woman and you'll die / Again? I've already done that" scene in the very first episode.

In that regard, in a way it reminds me a bit of Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel García Márquez, or some other play on repetition of one's life in which you can foresee the ending from the beginning because they're the same (in general GGM has this happen a lot through his writing). Following that same line, the first flashback, despite giving big noir film vibes aesthetically, also reminded me of the western High Plains Drifter. I rather like that film.

I think of the song "Blue", which is part of the reason why I'm watching this. I think of it now with what I've seen. Hard to tell the difference between life and death, dream and reality, once you've already died and are on borrowed time. Like a watch stuck always on the same hour, the same minute, the second hand trembling but never advancing.