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shianhygge-imagines · 5 years ago

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Sundown 勿忘草 [Reno/Reader]{Final Fantasy VII} Episode 2

AN: Here’s the next part of Sundown Wasurenagusa! I’m sorry that I’ve been slow on posting any new story material! I had a bit of a writers’ block, and I’m still trying to work through it!

I had intended for this to be much longer, but I felt like this part was a good length to post. The first part of this ‘episode’ is going to be formatted weird because I can’t get Tumblr to format a text conversation in the way that I want.

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December 12

Reno {07:10}

[Good morning, sleeping beauty]

Me {08:30}

[Morning]

[Do you not need sleep?]

[You probably went to bed late last night]

[And while it truly does make my day to hear from you]

[Why? It’s so early ;.;]

Reno {08:40}

[Can you blame a guy for being eager to talk to you?]

[Lol, Sorry. I didn’t disturb you, did I?]

Me {08:59}

[>///<]

[No, you’re good. I gotta get up to get ready anyways.]

[Flatterer]

Reno {09:34}

[I mean, can you blame me? ;) ]

[So, I was thinking about taking you on a date outside of Midgar, but I realized that I should probably get your opinion on it first]

Me {10:01}

[I mean, that depends? How early do I have to get up on my day off? And how long will it take to get there?]

Reno {10:05}

[Um… well, it’s getting pretty chilly in Midgar, so I was thinking about taking you to Costa del Sol… beach date :P]

Me {10:30}

[…]

[Costa del Sol is pretty far, Reno…]

Reno {10:31}

[And?]

[I’ve got a way]

[Don’t sweat the details]

Me {10:32}

[You’re taking a company helicopter, aren’t you -.-]

Reno {10:33}

[Ack! You’ve figured out my master plan!]

Me {10:34}

[Are Turks even allowed to take company assets out for joy rides?]

Reno {10:35}

[ TT^TT I told you not to sweat the details!]

Me {10:40}

[I just don’t want you to get into any trouble.]

Reno {10:50}

[Awww, don’t worry about me.]

[You have a party to attend later, so do me a favor and have fun, okay?]

Me {11:03}

[That reminds me…]

Reno {11:05}

[??]

Me {11:11}

[bluedress.jpg sent]

(The image is of you in a sapphire blue dress, the sleeves long and neck high. The dress itself ends just below your knees)

[This dress?]

[reddress.jpg sent]

(The second image is of you in a backless ruby dress that ends just above the knee. There are no sleeves to this dress despite the fact that it has a high neck)

[Or this dress?]

Reno {11:13}

[…]

[Y/N]

Me {11:15}

[Reno]

[???]

Me {12:01}

[If I don’t look good in either of them, just be honest ;.;]

Reno {13:05}

[Gah! Sorry, I got pulled away for something]

[The red one. For sure]

Me {13:06}

[Just because red’s your color… >.>]

[I hope you’re okay, Reno ;.;]

Reno {13:15}

[Hey, first of all, remember what I said about red being your color?]

[I don’t lie, k?]

[But also, yeah. Also because it’s my color, you should wear it ;)]

[Do you have a sixth sense or something?]

[image.jpg]

(Opening up the image file gifts you with a selfie of Reno, looking minorly roughed up and being supported by an infrantryman. He looks like he’s by the old church that Aerith likes to visit. Despite needing to be supported by the infantryman, the red headed Turk’s winking and holding up a peace sign)

[Just a few minor bruises ;P I’ll be fine]

[Unless….]

[You want to kiss me better? ;)]

Me {13:30}

[… Well. I’m sorry for worrying (¬_¬) ]

Reno {13:45}

[Joking, joking! :D]

[All patched up]

Reno {14:07}

[Y/N?]

(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

[I’m sorry.]

[Please talk to meeeeeee]

Me {14:00}

[image.jpg]

(It’s a picture of you in the red dress. Your hair is done up with an attractive amount of make up. You’re wearing a sensible set of black flats.)

[The party starts in an hour, so I might be answering my phone too often.]

[And Costa del Sol sounds perfect for tomorrow ;) I’ve got my outfit all picked out]

Reno {14:15}

[Uh, yeah, that’s gonna be your new contact photo]

[I’m picking you up earlier than we agreed so that we can have more time to relax in the sun]

[Duty calls. Have fun tonight, okay?]

Me {14:20}

[And what? My contact photo for you is going to be this?]

[screenshot.jpg]

(It’s a screenshot of your mobile phone screen. There’s an edit with a red arrow pointing directly at the photo icon for Reno’s contact…it’s the photo that he sent earlier except you’ve photoshopped cartoon ‘uwu’ eyes and added pink anime blush to his cheeks)

[And don’t worry, I’ll probably have enough fun for the both of us.]

[We’ll have fun tomorrow, be safe, okay?]

Reno {14:30}

[I’ll try ;) But if not, I’ll have you to take care of me.]

[Also? That picture?]

[P.E.R.F.E.C.T]

Me {18:30}

[Hope you’re safe!]

[Message me after work to let me know you’re okay!]

[image-2.jpg]

(It’s a group photo of you and your friends in silly poses)

Me {19:21}

[image-3.jpg]

(It’s a close up shot of a delicious plate of food)

[I should have brought you with me ;.;]

|You called Reno| 20:58

[Unable to leave voicemail]

December 13 - 08:21

The morning after the confrontation with AVALANCHE at the Sector 7 Pillar, one would expect the medical bay in Shinra HQ to be jam packed full of patients. There should have been a horde of doctors and nurses, running around to treat the injured infantryman and civilian survivors. But there were only two individuals in the med bay, Reno and Rude. When the plate fell, only a handful of infantryman were able to escape the chaos. Many were left behind to fend for themselves.

Despite surviving a helicopter crash and the brawl with Tifa, Barret, and Cloud, Rude only sustained a few bruises and minor bone fractures. He had been assigned bedrest after being treated by the doctors, but the weight of what he and his partner had been tasked to do twelve hours ago felt like an overwhelming burden. Needing something to keep his mind occupied, the taller of the iconic Turk duo simply engrossed himself in a novel that Elena had brought over during her visit.

On the bed beside Rude’s, Reno groaned in pain as he sat up, eyes still not open and alert as he raised a hand to press against his pounding head. “Gah, what the hell.” Reno’s face stung at the cheeks when his face scrunched up at the pain that seemed to come from every part of him. Even the act of sitting up proved too painful due to his newly broken ribs.

Rude watched his partner sink back into the sheets from his own medical bed, sunglasses on as was usual of him. He wondered how long it would take Reno to realize that it had been nearly twelve hours since they had dropped the plate. He also wondered when his sassy partner in crime would realize that he had a date this morning. Of course, Rude didn’t think you’d get angry at Reno for missing a date when he was hospitalized, but the taller of the iconic Turk pair knew that Reno would never forgive himself for skipping out on you.

While Rude watched, Reno allowed his body to collapse back into bed, an exhausted and pained groan escaping his lips as he want, arms flopping onto the bed as he fought to remember what had happened to land him in such a pitiful state.

Oh yeah…Rude and I went to Sector 7’s plate… and we fought blondie’s group of self righteous freedom fighters… and then…I blacked out. Cracking both eyes open, Reno furrowed his brows and turned his head to examine his surroundings. Med bay back at HQ… The red head swiveled in place to stare at Rude, “The mission….” He trailed off with a questioning tone.

His partner merely grunted, “We finished it and escaped.” Lacking in detail, but still straight to the point.

Sighing in relief that his work track record wouldn’t have a stain on it, Reno flopped back down, “Whooo…” The red head cheered sarcastically, pumping a fist without any energy or cheer behind it. Gah, and I promised Y/N that I’d be safe… Reno’s eyes snapped open and he bolted to a seating position with an alarmed cry, “Crap! Y/N! What time is it?” Shit, I gotta message her to let her know that I’m going to be running late! The Turk second in command thought as he pat down his person for his cell phone.

When he couldn’t find it, Reno turned to his partner, who gestured towards the bedside table. “It was damaged during our fight with AVALANCHE, but it should still be working.”

Not paying any attention to the fact that he was now bleeding through the bandages wrapped around his abdomen, Reno grinned, “Whooo boy! Partner, you’re a life saver!”

The sheer amount of relief within Reno voice made Rude stop and stare at his partner. Hmm… maybe Reno’s serious about her after all.

Meanwhile, Reno quickly unlocked his phone screen, ignoring the fact that the glass display seemed shattered beyond repair. When he pulled up the chat room that he shared with Y/N, Reno cursed, “Five missed messages and one missed call.” Quickly reading through the text messages, and smiling at how much fun you were having at the party, Reno tapped out a quick message in reply to you before listening to the voicemail that you had left.

Yesterday

Y/N {19:21}

[image-3.jpg]

(Reno’s mouth watered at the sight of the food in the picture)

[I should have brought you with me ;.;]

|Missed call from Y/N| 20:58

[Click to listen to voicemail]

Today - December 13

Me {08:43}

[Gah, sorry Y/N, I may have bit off more than I could chew yesterday.]

[I just woke up in the med bay at HQ]

[I’m going to be a little late picking you up]

[And I’m a little roughed up]

[But nothing is stopping me from taking you on our date!]

[See you in an hour?]

When Reno lifted his damaged cell phone to listen to the voicemail that you had left him, the only sound that reached his ears was an error notification that the voice recording app had failed. “I’m sorry, but the voicemail recording that you wish to listen to failed to load properly. Please quite all applications before trying again. If the problem still persists, please contact Shinra Mobile’s technical support service to resolve this issue.” The phone recording informed Reno, pleasantly.

Knowing from experience that getting through to technical support at the current hour was next to impossible, Reno merely tapped out another message.

Me {08:47}

[Hey, the voicemail that you sent to me didn’t go through.]

[What was it about?]

Satisfied with the messages that he’d sent out, Reno shifted to get out of bed, an excited grin on his lips. “Welp! Time to get going! Got a wonderful day off with a gorgeous gal!”

Sighing, Rude lowered the novel to look in his partner’s direction. “Your date with Y/N?” When Reno only gave a sassy shrug in reply, Rude shook his head, “Just remember, you’re still injured.”

“Will do, partner!” Reno saluted the older man before dashing out of the med bay, dodging the nurses swiftly as he made his way to the elevators, itching to get back to the Turk dorms to change into something that would help him blend into the slum crowds of Sector 5. On his way to his room, the red headed Turk would raise his phone to check for any new messages, lowering it in disappointment every time there was no response.

“That’s weird, normally she responds by now.” Reno mused, sending out another quick text once he’d changed into dark jeans, a red hoodie, and a dark beige trucker jacket.

Me {09:12}

[I’m on my way to your place now.]

[Are you awake?]

Around twenty minutes later, on the helicopter ride down to the Sector 5 slums, Reno furrowed his brows and bit the inside of his lip when you didn’t respond again.

Me {09:32}

[Y/N?]

[Please answer.]

[I’m on a helicopter down now]

[Message back. I’m getting worried.]

When there is still no response, Reno taps on your contact and brings the phone up to his ear, trying to call you.

“Hey, this is Y/N. I’m probably away from the phone right now, so leave a message, and I’ll call you back as soon as possible.”

Straight to voicemail.

Something wasn’t right, and Reno could feel it in his bones.

When the helicopter started to land in the Shinra barracks, Reno didn’t even wait for the helicopter to fully land before jumping out of the aerial vehicle, landing solidly before taking off in a sprint towards your apartment.

She’s not answer any of the text messages… Did she lose her phone last night? Did she accidentally break it?… Did she find out what I did yesterday? Is she ignoring me?

The worries and thoughts that raced through Reno’s mind became more and more self-depricating as he neared entered the main town area and brushed past the crowds of people gathered in the streets. I know I said it was too late to grow a conscious, but damn it, please don’t let this be the reason she decides that she doesn’t want me around.

All but flying up the metal steps to your apartment, Reno starts to bang on your front door, calling your name in the meanwhile. “Y/N!” Bang bang bang “It’s Reno!” Bang bang bang “You weren’t answering your phone. Are you ready to go?” It took another few minutes of knocking before Reno head a door open below and slow footsteps ascend the metal stairwell.

Turning and expecting to see you standing there, Reno’s shoulders visibly slumped when he came face to face with a tiny old lady. “Oh, uh. Sorry for causing a disturbance.”

“Are you looking for Y/N, young man?” The old woman inquired, tilting her head to look up at Reno through friendly old eyes.

Feeling as if he was being judged by the elderly woman, Reno stood ramrod straight and nodded, clearing his throat, “Uh, yeah. We had plans for today.”

The old woman nodded sagely, “I see, I see. Ah, to be young again. I’m sorry to disappoint you, young man, but Y/N hasn’t been home since yesterday afternoon. I think she’s still at her friend’s home.”

The first traces of alarm flashed through Reno’s head, and suddenly his Turk persona was back, “Do you happen to know where her friend lives, ma’am?”

The old woman shook her head, “I only know that dear Selene doesn’t live in Sector 5. I’m sorry, young man.”

Suddenly jittery, Reno only nods and descends the metal staircase again, “Thanks for the help. I should get going.”

Reno doesn’t hear the old woman’s reply because he’s sprinting back towards the Shinra barracks, ears ringing and vision narrowed as he contacts a friend in Shinra’s tech department for help tracking down your cell phone’s location and retrieving the voicemail you’d left him. And while his friend works on it, Reno decided to change into a clean set of his uniform, mind suddenly kicked into overdrive as he tries to recall where you said your friend’s party was.

Gah, Reno… you pay attention to everything else she says, but you can’t figure out where her friend Selene lives? Some Turk you are! Reno scolds himself as he paces back and forth in Y/N’s office, somehow trying to find comfort in familiar surroundings. Damnit, think! What has she mentioned in the past about her friends. I only remember her talking about living in Sector 7 for a whi- Reno pauses in his steps as dread begins to pool in his stomach. “No.” He doesn’t want to entertain the possibility that you had gone to a party at your childhood sector the same night that he was tasked with dropping the plate on top of hundreds. But the more that Reno thinks about it, the more likely the possibility is, and he sinks to his knees in the middle of your office, eyes wide with horror and denial. “No… I refuse to believe it. Gotta wait for-”

His phone chimes with a notification.

Pulling out his phone as fast as possible without fumbling the already hazardously damaged device, Reno unlocks the screen, only to see that a voice file had been sent to him along with tracking coordinates.

Clicking on the voicemail and tracker, Reno’s frown deepens and his face pales as he stares at the map of Sector 7 Slums with a red dot in the center of it, the sounds of your final message to him playing in the background.

No.

The voice recording loops until Reno regains his bearings, body shaking and eyes burning as his ears pick up the sounds of explosions in the background, of your sobs as you fought to leave a last message for the man who had thoughtlessly killed you, and of your fear and acceptance that you wouldn’t live past that moment. The phone slips from his hands and clatters to the floor as Reno’s fingers go slack. “No… I didn’t… Y/N…” A strangled sob escapes Reno’s lips as he raises a hand to grip onto his hair, trying to maintain his composure, “I didn’t mean to… If I’d known, I would have…” The Turk second in command paused and hunched in on himself, not caring if anyone could see him through the glass walls of your office.

M-maybe she left her phone behind when she ran? But… if she’s not there, then where would she have gone if not home?

There weren’t any excuses or any other reason he could come up with. Reno knew that. If he had known beforehand that you would be in Sector 7 Slums, he would have warned you, but you would have tried to evacuate as many people as possible from that sector, and AVALANCHE might have managed to leave, therefore ending in a failed mission. He would have done everything he could to make sure you stayed away from Sector 7, but in the end, he’d still go through with the mission.

“I killed her.” Reno sobbed in realization, biting his bottom lip so hard that he tasted copper, “Just like I killed all those people.” Shaking his head, inconsolable, Reno could only mourn quietly. “I’m just the worst. This is karma for all the shit things I did in life, isn’t it?”

Eyes dulled and slightly puffy, Reno hastily wiped at his face and sat down with his back against your desk, his phone ringing with notifications as Tseng and Rude sent him requests for ‘status’ updates. And the Turk second in command ignored his colleagues, eyes staring into nothingness as he wreaked his brain for what to do next.

I really was looking forward to the date. Reno’s thoughts trailed off, It’s sappy as hell, but I wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend. Tseng said that relationships for Turks never ended well, citing Veld as an example, but… gah! This is the worst situation for Tseng to be right!

It was only the early afternoon… maybe he could start a search party for survivors… it was probably too late, but Reno knew that he had to do something to look for you. With renewed purpose, Reno got to his feet and marched out of your office, blue eyes burning with fiery determination as he hung onto the faint hope that you might have survived.

December 13 - 12:13

You groaned in pain and shifted your body, eyes cracking open to be met with blinding industrial lights. The pain from the glaring lights startled you into closing your eyes again, turning until your body was facing away from them. For a moment, you wondered why you were laying on some sort of weird metallic floor instead of your soft bed, and then the memories of a falling sky sent your eyes flying back open as you took in your surroundings.

The floor was indeed cold and metallic because it looked as if you’d woken up in a maintenance passage. Despite most maintenance passages usually being dimly lit, the one you found yourself lying in was lit from both of the walls. The ceiling above your face had a hole in it, though it was covered with metal and concrete chunks. You assumed, as you clambered to your feet, that you’d fallen through that hole and rolled a few feet away due to the pile of rubble directly beneath the hole. Wincing slightly, you poked and prodded your person for bruises, broken bones, or fractures. Slightly satisfied with just a few small skin lesions, bruises, and maybe a fractured rib, you patted yourself down for your mobile phone, hoping to call for help. Frowning, you found that you did not have your cell phone on you, nor was it anywhere on the floor near you.

Since you hadn’t expected to live through a plate falling on top of you, you could only look on the bright side of things, turning to walk down the metal tunnel with determination set on your face. I didn’t almost die from a plate falling just to give up in an empty tunnel. Plus, a fond smile appeared on your face, I have a date waiting for me when I get back topside.

It seemed pretty simple to you. You’d falling who knows how far down, but you knew for sure that the way out was up. So the only thing to do was to keep walking until you found a passage up. Easy peasy.

December 13 - 15:35

There’s a fierce snarl on Reno’s face as he stands by several parked helicopters. All around him, emergency responders and Shinra infantrymen scrambled to load up supplies and equipment. The dark look on the normally sassy, easy-going Turk’s face seemed like a literal beacon for anyone not bearing good news to stay the away. Though, if some of the troops were to be honest, Reno had very good reason to be irate. The Turk second in command had called in an emergency rescue operation for survivors trapped among the plate wreckage nearly three and a half hours ago, and they were only just beginning to start the rescue operation.

After Tseng, the Turk commander, had authorized the mission to rescue anyone buried under the rubble, the mission had quickly been side-tracked by Shinra executives Scarlet and Heideggar. Scarlet had protested against the operation simply because of the notion that dogs living in the slums were of no use to Shinra, and therefore, the mission was a waste of resources. Heideggar, meanwhile, had agreed that while in times of disaster, Shinra’s army bore the responsibility of launching operations to rescue civilians affected, the members of AVALANCHE were widely unknown and could easily disguise themselves as regular civilians.

It took nearly two hours of careful negotiations and subtle ego inflating by Tseng and Reeve, before both executives agreed to support the relief effort. Viewing it as a strategic move to improve public opinion of the Shinra Company, President Shinra gave little to no resistance when Tseng forwarded the mission brief to be sanctioned.

Now, an hour after the mission was sanctioned, Reno felt the beginnings of a headache forming as he directed the flow of supplies to each helicopter before making sure that there were rotations of supplies and emergency responders that would journey to and from the wreckage of Sector 7 once he landed with the first round of helicopters.

When he had deemed all in good order to head out, Reno sighed and hopped into the helicopter cockpit, buckling himself in to the pilot’s seat. Plopping the headset on while he waited for the rest of the crew to load up into the helicopter, Reno busied himself with flipping switches to make sure that pre-flight and the ride down to Sector 7 would be as smooth as possible. When his co-pilot buckled himself in and gave Reno the thumbs up, the red headed Turk spoke as clearly and seriously as he could into the mic. “Alright guys and gals in all active units, hope you’re all buckled up with headsets on because I sure as hell will not be repeating this briefing.” After a brief pause, Reno continued to speak while directing the helicopter off the platform. “You all probably heard about what happened yesterday. The official reports from HQ state that AVALANCHE launched an attack to compromise Sector 7’s plate pillar. Despite all efforts directed to stop the terrorist attack, the plate still fell. Our job is to go down to the disaster zone to provide relief to all affected civilians. We will also be launching search and rescue operations for survivors.” Reno paused once more as helicopter gained enough air to safely fly out of the landing zone. “I’m gonna be real with you all. Someone important to me was in Sector 7’s Slums when the plate fell and I’m going to try my damnest to look for her. So if any of you fuck this up… not gonna lie, I’m gonna be pissed.” Nobody replied to Reno’s admittance… not that he really expected much of a reply after he dropped that bomb on them. Having enough of the silence, Reno exhaled, “Alright… good talk.”

December 13 - 16:03

It wasn’t easy peasy. Definitely fucking not.

The chrome walkways and exposed piping-lined maintenance passage that you had fallen into hadn’t been a simple few meters under the surface as you thought. No. It’s was more like several meters down with a layer of minor blocked off passageways right above. And, as if that weren’t terrible already? The maze of pathways that made up the layer above seemed to take joy in bringing you up a level, just to drop you back down a level because some asshole decided to seal off the passages at various points.

Your eye twitched in annoyance when you walked down a metal walkway only to be face to face with another fenced off passage lined with reinforced plating. To your surprise, you could see a man stumble around the corner of the opposite side. When you saw one another, your eyes widened. “Holy shit!” The man gasped, stumbling forward with a noticeable limp and sliced up arm. “I didn’t think there’d be another person down here!”

“This place is like a maze, so I’m not surprised that any survivors had yet to meet up. A-are… are you okay?” The blood leaking from the deep scratches in his left arm seemed to ooze a poisonous purple color.

The stranger bit his bottom lip as he hastily hid his injury, “Yeah… I’ll be fine. Listen, girl, you should watch out while down here. I think the rumors about the underground lab were true after all. There are monsters running around everywhere.” Your expression must have been one of utter dismay and despair because the man coughed and reached into his pocket to roll two materia under the fence. “Uh. Shit. Well, it looks like you could use these then. It’s a Cura and a Fira. Hopefully you won’t need it, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Anyways, I hope you make it out of here, girl. I gotta keep looking for other AVALANCHE survivors.”

When the man made to jog away, you called out to him, “Wait! You said that you’re looking for AVALANCHE members? Are you one of them? Do you know what happened?” You pressed yourself against the fence in order to see the stranger from around the corner.

The stranger turned around to stare at you with a grim expression. “Whatever you’re thinking, AVALANCHE didn’t cause this, okay? We were framed by Shinra.” At your confused expression, the man scoffed, “C’mon, you really think that Shinra was going to let civilians protest and riot against them? They couldn’t figure out who was a member and who wasn’t, so they figured they’d drop the entire plate on top of us to get rid of us all.”

“But that’s such a drastic move!” You protested, wanting to believe that your employers wouldn’t have such blatant disregard for human life. “They wouldn’t just sacrifice thousands to eliminate AVALANCHE!”

“Believe what you want, girl. But the reality is that my friends and I all went to the pillar to stop Shinra from dropping the plate, and it dropped anyways because two Turks were sent to finish the job.” The stranger didn’t allow you to retort as he limped away. Not that you would have responded anyways with how the stranger had said that two Turks had arrived to help ensure that the Sector 7 plate dropped.

Pulling away from the fence, you knelt down to pick up the two orbs of materia, the color of your skin taking on a sickly pale pallor. Two Turks were sent to the pillar to drop the plate on top of all of us. Your mind instantly supplied the first Turk pair that you could think of and you felt like you were going to dry heave. I don’t know Rude too well, but from what I know, he and Reno wouldn’t do something so horrendous. Surely, there must have been another pair of Turks who were sent to do it. But you did work in a different department as them, how did you know that there were more members of the Turks? And with Reno’s position within the group… He could have known what was happening…

You told Reno that you would be hanging out with your best friend… that you guys were having a party. He’s smart enough to deduce that your friends still lived in Sector 7… Did he forget? Or… Your stomach churned violently as you sank to your knees on the cold metal walkway. Did Reno just decide he didn’t care if I survived or not?

The edge of your vision burned with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. A simple blink sent them trailing down your cheeks as you stood upon shaky legs. “Can’t worry about that now.” You muttered, eyes filled with determination as you gathered the excess fabric of your dress to gird up your loins. “I need to find a way out of here. The tunnels might not be able to hold for long.”

Lifting your arm, you pressed one of the materia into your forearm, like you’d seen a few SOLDIERs do before, marveling at how the orb of power sank into the flesh of your arm. Smiling at how seamless it was to merge flesh with Materia, you pressed the other faintly glowing orb into your other forearm, concentrating for a bit before casting Cura upon yourself.

Newly rejuvenated, you back tracked through the metal corridor to find the ladder leading down. “Welp, there’s no time like the present,” you mumbled to yourself as you descended further into the tunnels below.

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aelaer · 5 years ago

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For the fanfic asks: 2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise) 5. What’s a crackship you love? 6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh? 7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry? 11. Kid fic or childhood friends? 18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

Hi neutron! I've been wondering where you were! Good to see you again. I hope you're doing okay in these insane times. I'm interested in hearing about it if you're interested in sharing. Also you now have a number by your name, that’s new!

This is a really rambly answer that meanders past the questions multiple times. I apologize for my verbosity, as well as some of the dry, uh, glass-half-empty tone that may leak through the answers. It's been a real rough 48 hours. Rambling while channeling Eeyore sometimes helps get it out, hah. Cut if you’re not reading this on tumblr’s dumb half-working mobile app.

2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)

For fanfic, I don't have anything on my immediate to-read list. I do have several longer bookmarked stories from both Sherlock and the MCU, but a couple of them deal with really heavy topics (like grieving over death or the aftermath of assault) and I'll wait until the world is more calm before getting to those. Others I know are in the works but I'm waiting for them to be nearer to completion before diving in. And then others are romance-focused and I honestly need to be in the mood to read romance-focused, novel-length stories. I can get through a romance one or two shot in a breeze, but I get really bored in most romance novel-length stories and honestly don't understand why the majority of women love them so much. Unfortunately platonic, family or found family novel stories are virtually nonexistent in the MCU with my guy so, y'know. I'll likely get to the romances when I'm in the mood. (Usually it happens on airplanes. I don't know why either.)

My "to review" list is actually longer, to get to the 1% of stories that actually fall into my favorite genre: platonic shit. Platonic shit doesn't usually get many reviews anyway so that's my immediate goal as opposed to reading since I've read virtually every gen story that contains Doctor Strange as a character already :D

Outside of fanfic? That's a really good question. I have no idea. I should check out the free ebook sites that are opening up. Anyone have any recs? Humor is awesome, don't want anything sad or with unhappy endings atm. Fictional or nonfiction all work.

5. What’s a crackship you love?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Does Stephen/Cloak count? I think that could count. It's definitely a bit odd. The really really weird ones are when the Cloak gets a humanoid form for The Exact Reason You're Thinking.

Stephen/tentacle monster is also one I've seen which is just fucking hilarious.

Oh, and anything with Groot. As an adult of course, whatever counts as adulthood for grootpeople. I haven't read anything mind you, but that seems like hilarity waiting to happen.

6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh?

Nothing that I can remember in fanfic :/ I could use a good laugh, but at the moment I've only been getting them via memes and Twitter. I can't remember the last funny scene in a fanfic that I've read. Nothing this year, I think. Likely last summer or fall with some of the couple lovely one shots that came around then.

My answers have really sucked so far. Gah.

7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry?

The news. *rimshot*

Okay this one I can answer. Signature Move back in September. I remembered because I can count on one hand the number of fanfics that have made me cry over the last 16.5 years.

I think the last book to make me cry was The Lovely Bones well over a decade ago.

11. Kid fic or childhood friends?

Kid fic, except for de-aging fics. Fics exploring the characters as children or around children are fantastic. I'd honestly love to see more of this with Stephen (expect with a de-aged Peter, and with actual children, not teenagers who are almost adults.)

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

Fic reading routine: Let's see if there's anything new that I'm interested in. *three minutes later* Nope! (basically the people I follow here on Teh Tumblrlrlrlr tend to link their stuff here, so I get it here first, read it, tell em "yay!", then go about my merry way. I am usually very surprised if I find something that grabs me in browsing ao3, to the point that I only browse if I'm uploading something or replying to reviews. The fanfic I'm looking for comes out in limited amounts and I can only write so much of it *shrug*.)

When I do find something that looks interesting, I read it immediately if possible. If not possible, I keep the tab open on my phone until I get to it. That is usually in bed at night. I try to review immediately because if I don't it takes me like three friggin weeks to get back to review it; damn, I owe a few reviews that I really need to do before the end if the week.

If the something I found interesting is really really really long and compelling, I used to binge read into the wee hours of the morning. I control myself a bit better now, as I must do as a Supposedly Responsible Adult. Even doing this I think I still managed to read around 1000 Sherlock fanfics throughout 2017 and 2018. Oh how I binged.

For writing: It depends largely on the time of day, actually. If it's before 10PM, I usually take my laptop out. One of the Discord communities I'm in has a writing sprint channel, and if there's anyone doing a sprint, I'll join them. This has helped me get the hardest parts of chapters onto paper several times, those nasty filler parts that are just being really stubborn. If there's no sprint going on, I'll sometimes start one myself (though only if someone will join me).

I don't always use a sprint when on my laptop though. On my laptop in the first two to five tabs are the stories I'm currently working on (and five tabs after those is the story I promised to fucking beta read five hundred years ago but I'm clearly the worst person to ask for a beta as you can tell by the lack of it being finished, jfc me). Anyway, I'll review those, maybe jump around and scroll a bit to review my notes or what I've written, and once I get a bit more spark of inspiration while reviewing, I'll start writing. If no spark comes or I'm forcing myself to write a specific scene that's acting up, that's when I use the sprint method described above.

After 10pm, I write on my phone. Thank goodness the Google doc app exists. It's much slower, but it's still writing and that's really what counts. My creativity is very much a night owl and I've written a couple hundred words (or more) late at night many times. Sometimes it's just outlining, sometimes it's just pieces of dialogue. The smart phone has definitely made writing before bed even more convenient.

Thank you.

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parchmints · 6 years ago

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JuLance Day 31 - Magic

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day 31/31 - Magic

Set the evening Lance left Cuba for Sam Holt’s bunker, or an epilogue or sorts.

(It’s still July 31st here im valid! Wow here’s the last one and it tipped me over 50k so I basically NaNoWriMo’d this bih. Big thanks to @lancearchive for the beta!)

Day 31: Magic

Turns out, Sam’s weird, dark tech bunker is actually a lot more than a weird, dark tech bunker. It’s an abandoned underground Garrison training simulator meant to teach cadets proper quarantine procedures in case of a nuclear attack or, heaven forbid, an alien one. The front part (and the only part Lance has seen) is the tech lab, but beyond that is an emptied armory, working kitchens, and a fully furnished dorm hall that Allura, Coran, and Shiro graciously cleaned and prepared for them all while the others were visiting family.

Lance has just gotten settled into his new digs when he starts wandering down the hall, whistling and walking like he’s on the pier. It’s late evening now and everyone else seems to have gone to their room after a long first day of castleship-building. Lance should also probably be in bed since he was up at the crack of dawn and has to be up just as early tomorrow, but he can’t. He’s on a mission.

With his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, Lance continues down the hallway, looking bored until he comes to a door at the end. Casually, Lance knocks on the door, face flat and free of emotion.

The door whirs open and behind it is Keith, looking just as passive as Lance.

“Oh, Lance. Do you need something?” Keith asks, looking down both ways of the hall.

Lance also lets his eyes do a precursory scan of the area and once he’s satisfied, he answers, “yeah, actually. I wanted to go over these new evasive maneuvers you wanted us to get familiar with. I’m a little confused by some of them.”

“Sure, come inside and we can go over it,” Keith says, stepping to the side and opening his arm out in invitation for Lance to enter.

Lance shrugs and steps through the door, looking around as he does and turning back to face Keith. The harsh, fluorescent light on the ceiling is off while a small lamp on the corner desk is illuminated, casting the whole room in a dim light that blankets the space in soft shadows, making it feel intimate and moody.

“So, we’re sticking with the emo aesthetic, huh? Maybe we can get you some punk posters and--”

The door whirs closed.

“--maybe some black curtains to really--”

Lance’s sentence is lost as Keith comes hurtling towards him, grabbing at his wrists. Keith forces them backward with heated haste to the nearest wall and once Lance’s back finds it, Keith pins Lance’s wrists to either side of his head.

Lance gasps upon impact--not because Keith was too forceful, but because his entire body is already on fire from anticipation at Keith’s next move. Not to mention the downright dangerous look Keith is giving him would shock a gasp from anyone, much less his completely and utterly smitten boyfriend.

Impatient, Keith presses a hot kiss to Lance’s lips and angles his head to slot their lips together better, then sighs into it. Keith’s hands on Lance’s wrists are firm--nowhere near enough to be uncomfortable or painful, but definitely enough to have Lance’s pulse skyrocketing.

He knew when they texted each other to meet in the evening that something like this would happen--Keith being impatient as he is--but Lance wasn’t prepared for such a bold “hello”. In fact, the last time they kissed was in Cuba where Keith was the meek one.

But that was three days ago. And Lance has a feeling Keith missed him.

When Keith’s attention wanders from Lance’s mouth to the outline of his jaw to his throat, Lance decides he should find out for sure. “Miss me?” Lance asks, meaning to sound teasing, but only coming across as breathless and weak instead. Keith continues to pepper kisses down Lance’s neck and he wonders if he’s trying the same technique Lance used on him in Cuba. There’s something endearing in that--very sweet seeing as he’s likely just attempting things he thinks Lance will like based on what he’s done--but Lance is way too distracted to think deeply on it.

Lance hums at the sensation of Keith’s warm breath and mouth at his collarbone and shivers when he lingers there. That finally gets Keith to leave Lance’s neck and face him, his face a sight to behold--eyes lidded, irises blown black, and the evilest smirk Lance has ever seen on his face. Lance’s breath hitches again, his insides bubbling at how devastatingly good Keith looks right now.

“Three days was a long time,” Keith says so low and husky that it punches square Lance in the gut. “So, yeah, I missed you.”

With a small huff, all of the air inside Lance’s lungs is gone and he pushes his wrists against Keith’s hands. Keith removes his grip from Lance’s wrists immediately and Lance wastes no time using his newly freed hands to cradle Keith’s face.

He kisses him then, Keith’s hands firmly placed on Lance’s hips and Lance’s thumbs tracing along the line of Keith’s jaw. Wanting to be even closer, Lance slips his arms around Keith’s neck and Keith responds by wrapping his arms around Lance’s torso, bringing them flush together.

And suddenly, it’s a completely different kiss. Where it was once needy and passionate and heated, now it’s patient and comforting and loving. They aren’t moving as much, instead letting each slide of lips linger in contrast to the kinetic energy they had before. It’s impossibly tender. Lance feels like they’re pouring some unknown emotion into each other, like they’re both collapsing and falling apart, but they can’t completely because they’re holding each other up.

And it’s...sad. They’re both sad. And they know it--they both know it and they’re comforting each other through a kiss, finding solace in the slow, easy release and warm reassurance of touch.

Finally, they separate, but not really as they gently press their foreheads together, their arms still just as tightly wound around each other. Lance examines Keith’s face--his cheeks are flush, but his eyes are downcast and clearly lost in thought.

“Hey,” Lance says in a gentle whisper. “You okay?”

Keith doesn’t raise his eyes to meet Lance’s, but instead, his brow furrows at the question.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. I think...I think I’m not.”

Hearing that, Keith leans back to properly look at Lance and asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Here, let’s sit down,” Lance says, eyeing the wall-adjacent bed, his knees suddenly feeling weak. Keith, unraveling himself from Lance, takes his hand and leads him to the bed. They both kick off their shoes and sit down, their backs pressed against the wall and their legs folded beneath them.

They’re silent for a long while, both of them deep in thought, but Lance places his hand on Keith’s knee and rubs his thumb against it to let him know he’s still there and supporting him. Then, Lance starts thinking, tries to figure out what made him suddenly so tired and heartsick when he should have been happy and distracted.

The answer honestly isn’t as complicated or mysterious as he might have thought since it comes to him in a startling rush.

Of course, that’s what’s wrong, Lance thinks, laying his head against Keith’s shoulder and the crook of his neck with a sigh. Keith gently presses his cheek to the top of Lance’s head and stacks his hand over Lance’s at his knee.

“So?” Keith asks, voice careful.

Lance’s lids softly fall over his eyes as he takes another breath, steadying himself while he focuses on the warmth of Keith’s shoulder and hand.

“Today was...hard.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I thought I was okay, y’know? Like, I knew I was gonna have to leave to help work on the castle, but it still just...sucked. Saying goodbye sucks.”

Keith adjusts his cheek a little against Lance’s hair and hums. “It really does.”

“Yeah, and I kept telling myself ‘hey, you can visit almost every day! This is way easier than when you were fourteen and had to leave for Garrison for months at a time! If you were okay then, why are you upset now?’ y’know? This isn’t even really goodbye.”

“Because it’s the start of goodbye,” Keith muses, voice low and comforting. “It’s the start of us working away from them. You’re not irrational or whatever it is you’re trying to imply, so like...it’s understandable why you’re sad and why today was hard.”

Slowly, Lance lifts his head to look at him, Keith taking his head back to let him, and Lance stares at him. His chest is filling and swelling with affection and just like that, Lance feels lighter than he has all day.

“When did you get like this?” he asks, voice sweet as he eyes Keith’s lips.

“Like what?”

“Like how did you get to know exactly what I need to hear?”

“Oh...think it’s ‘cause I’ve been spending so much time with you. Learned from the best.”

Lance grins at the praise and his stomach does the flip that he’s starting to associate with Keith.

“Hoo boy, I like boyfriend Keith. He’s sweet,” Lance says and presses a lingering kiss to Keith’s mouth. When they separate, Lance’s smirk is devious. “Tastes sweet too.”

Keith groans and playfully shoves Lance’s shoulder, clearly embarrassed and Lance laughs. “God--well, so far, boyfriend Lance is gross and says gross things.”

“Hmm,” Lance hums, kissing his cheek. “I think you like boyfriend Lance just fine.”

“Maybe.”

“Taking that as a ‘yes’,” Lance says with another cheek kiss. “Thanks, babe. I feel better.”

Keith smiles at him, sincere and fond. “I’m glad.”

“Alright, my turn to be good boyfriend. What’s up?”

“What do you mean?”

Lance cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow. “Something’s bothering you too right?”

“Oh,” Keith says, rubbing the base of his neck. “Uh, I mean--I don’t know--I’m not bothered it’s just…”

“What?”

“Well, the day before your surprise party, Krolia and I went to visit my dad’s grave.”

“Wait, you what?”

“I--yeah.”

“Keith, that’s huge. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m telling you now.”

“Yeah, I know, but if I knew I could have, I dunno, been there for you,” Lance says, squeezing Keith’s hand.

“You were with your family, Lance. I was going to tell you, just after. It was only a couple days.”

Lance studies Keith’s face as new insecurities bubble up in his mind--does he not trust me? Should I have known something was up? He’s done so much to take care of me and I haven’t helped him at all. Oh my god, I’m a terrible boyfriend.

Stop, a voice in his head interrupts. This isn’t about you right now.

Lance sighs and gives Keith’s hand another squeeze. “Sorry, you’re right. That was really thoughtful, so thank you. I just--I just want you to know you can just always come to me with this stuff. Okay?”

“Yeah, I know,” Keith says with a small smile.

“Good,” Lance says, smiling back. “So, how did it go? Was it weird being there with your mom?”

Keith’s smile fades as he lets out an exhale.

“I mean, yeah, it was, but it wasn’t bad weird. It was just…” he says, eyes looking straight out into the room as if he’s searching the walls for the right words. “It was like...like he died all over again--or no, not died, but I guess it was like going through it again because Krolia was going through it for the first time. I mean, obviously she’s known for years, but I don’t think it really hit her until she saw it and...I don’t know.

“It just made me think of what would have happened if she stayed. I know she had her reasons and they were good reasons, but I, um--I, uh, I don’t know--” he says, a clear lump in his throat forming as his eyes gloss over, but he powers through it. “You can’t change the past, but it just...it got me thinking.”

Lance doesn’t know what to say; he’s not sure there’s anything to say, but he knows he has to do something, so he does the first thing he can think of--moving forward, he wraps his arms around Keith and holds him close. Keith stills for just a moment before he melts into it, pouring his weight onto Lance, his forehead pressed into the crook of Lance’s neck. Lance’s grip gets tighter and Keith gently hooks his arms around Lance’s back.

For a moment, they just breathe together, Lance rubbing circles on Keith’s back as he feels a barely-there wetness on his shoulder. Lance feels his heartbreak for Keith, knowing he can’t truly understand, but understanding enough to know it’s a pain that never goes away.

Still, Lance promises in that moment that he’ll be whatever Keith needs and that every time he feels like this, that Lance will be able to hold him like this and swear to him that he’s not alone. Lance is never going to let him be alone again.

With the promise fresh in his mind and fresh in his heart, Lance puts the entire sentiment into one sentence--he places it delicately next to Keith’s ear, quiet and gentle, but firm enough to land--

“I love you.”

Keith tightens his grip on Lance and lets out a shaky breath onto his shoulder.

“I love you too,” Keith says, muffled and so quiet Lance wouldn’t have heard it if they were any further apart.

Lance hums as he pulls away--grabbing Keith’s arms as he does--and slowly lies down on the bed, beckoning Keith to come with him. “C’mere.”

Keith complies without question and drapes himself over Lance’s chest, their legs twisting and knocking together. Again, they end up silent, the only sound between them being their rhythmic breathing as Lance cards his fingers through Keith’s hair.

Eventually, Lance finds himself humming--it’s that old love song Luís taught him on the guitar and it falls out of Lance like it’s nothing. Keith is a heavy, warm weight on him and he has one hand placed underneath Lance’s shirt at the small of his back, thumb moving back-and-forth over the skin there.

“Hey,” Lance says, breaking the fragile quiet as gently as he can. “Do you think, one day, you’d let me come and visit your dad with you?”

Keith cranes his head to look at Lance, eyes softly rounded. “Would you want to?”

“I mean, only if you’d want me to. If you don’t, it’s totally okay! I just--”

“Yeah, no, I--I’d want you to. It would mean a lot to me…”

Lance smiles and presses a kiss into his hair. “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

They fade back into a comfortable silence, something a little changed in the air, like they just got closer somehow, got stronger.

Still, it’s a little somber and Lance isn’t a big fan of that.

“So,” he says, smirking. “When do we tell the others that we’re madly in love?”

Keith scoffs. “The worst.”

“Oh, wait you already told Shiro, so that’s one person we don’t have to tell.”

“I did not tell Shiro. Shiro...found out.”

“How did he find out if you didn’t tell him?”

Keith shifts on top of him, looking embarrassed. “The day we, uh, got together, I came back here and I guess I looked...a certain way.”

“A certain way?” Lance asks, skeptical.

“Um, yeah.”

“And what way was that?”

“Nothing! I just...might have been smiling like an idiot the whole night, that’s all.”

“Awww! Babe, that’s cute!”

Keith grumbles something incoherent before Lance clearly hears, “shut up.”

“Oh, man, never,” Lance says, still affectionately playing with Keith’s hair. “Alright, so what do you think? Do we just let ‘em all know tomorrow? Or let them painfully find out one-by-one when they accidentally catch us making out somewhere.”

Keith hums. “I dunno, sneakin’ around has been kinda fun. Wouldn’t hurt to leave ‘em in the dark for a couple weeks.”

“If we make it a few days, I’ll be impressed,” Lance says, laughing.

“Hmm, yeah. Good point. Oh! You know what we should do?” Keith asks, peeking his head up to clearly look at Lance.

“Tell everyone except for Pidge and see how long it takes her to figure it out.”

Lance lets out a bark of laughter, delighted. “Oh my god, Keith. That’s almost poetic of you.”

“It’s good, right?”

“So good.”

As they quiet down again, Lance lets out a big yawn and brings a hand to cover his mouth. “Ugh, it’s gettin’ late. We should go to bed.”

“We are in bed,” Keith says, yawning too.

“Oh. You don’t mind me staying?”

“Mm, why would I mind?”

Lance’s stomach flutters again and he’s suddenly struck by how ridiculously lucky he is, how precious this moment is. He’s never felt this way before--so content, so sure, so in love.

It seems impossible that he could be this happy despite having so many worries and troubles in his everyday life and that someone wants him as much as he wants them.

So impossible, that it’s nothing short of magic Lance is where he is.

With a sigh, Keith pushes himself off the bed, shucks off his jacket and puts it on the desk chair, then flicks off the desk lamp. While he does, Lance takes off his own jacket and throws it unceremoniously on the floor, before bringing the blanket up and over him. Keith shuffles back over to the bed in the dark and Lance opens his arms and blanket wide to greet him. Keith slides into the space made for him and fits himself perfectly against Lance.

Lance searches in the dark for Keith’s lips one last time and kisses him with a small smek, giddy that it’s something Keith is happy to do any time.

With a contented sigh, Lance lets his eyelids fall shut.

“‘Night, Keith,” Lance says, sweet and low into Keith’s ear.

“‘Night, Lance.”

And in the dark, it’s still and quiet, but warm and comforting--two words Lance now heavily associates with being in Keith’s arms.

And he knows tomorrow is going to be hard, and so will the next day, and the next--because they’re defenders of the universe and there’s no way it won’t be, but he’s okay with that.

He��s okay with that as long as he has Keith by his side.

And so far? That looks like where Keith will stay.

#JuLance #klance #vld #voltron #vld lance #lance mcclain #vld keith #keith kogane #voltron fic #klance fic #voltron legendary defender #drabble #ficlet #my writing #writing challenge #my post

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munjade · 6 years ago

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do not reblog

finally making the post for mobile. let me know if the cut doesn’t work

Rules--

Before we interact you must…

have a properly displayed muse

have easily accessible posted information regarding your muse in a section or page

have easily accessible posted rules / guidelines in a section or page

for AU’s, you must have posted information regarding your muse within the fandom universe in its own section or page

make sure I am following you

cut threads

I Won’t

roleplay sex, generally. there may be a few exceptions, but keep the standard that i probably won’t. sexual content, perhaps, if all muns involved are over 18.

tolerate any sexual advances toward myself ooc

roleplay inserts

always follow back, nor will I follow personals

tolerate pressuring, be it to rp in general or consistent pestering to answer threads

answer everything in my inbox. It’s not often I ignore asks, but I won’t answer something if it violates my rules. If I have difficulty answering something, I will privately message senders or make public inquires about anonymous messages.

Please Don’t:

reblog meme asks. I don’t mind this so much, but it keeps things cleaner when they’re moved to a new post.

reblog inbox answers for non starter memes. examples would be mun opinions and the like but extend to headcanons and other writing. violators will be asked to delete the post and may be blocked.

reblog threads you are not a part of. warnings will be given to violating rp blogs, but personals will be instantly blocked.

reblog personal posts, especial images of myself. violators will be instantly blocked.

I am open to

multiple threads

duplicates of other muses (i do not rp duplicates of my own muse, but I usually have other muses in the fandom which I will be more than happy to interact with there, no twins etc)

shipping, though I will be highly selective, possibly exclusive. I will not instant ship, but I don’t mind developing our muses’ relationship privately over DMs.

mutli verse and/or polyshipping as befits all the muses and muns involved

rping toxic relationships of any sort

angst and/or triggering threads, though I would prefer to discuss the thread and tagging beforehand

crack threads

select AUs

ask/tagged initiated threads/starters but I ask for some warning if they are not from a meme or other prompt

responses of any length, so long as it is enough to reasonably work with for the pace of our thread

group threads

generally questionable plots. regardless of whether or not I approve of such practices ooc isn’t usually relevant. this is fictional, exploration of an idea– not a real-world execution of that idea. Feel free to DM for details.

Please Also Note:

I do not require length to be matched and may not always match partner’s length. I will respond as much as I feel I am able to or that I feel is necessary.

If my response is inadequate, difficult to respond to, or otherwise distasteful, FEEL FREE to ask me to redo my response.

Understand that my selectivity will depend on my comfort level and that I am not obligated to explain myself.

I tag all my threads as “thread”

I tag my partner’s url

if partner’s url changes, I will tag both old and new urls for the first response then only the new url going forward.

I generally tag triggers as “trigger tw”. same with general cw’s. i’m not the best with tagging, so let me know if I should watch for stuff in particular

my activity is generally a joke, but I’m constantly lurking, so feel free to drop a message

I am incredibly anxious. It doesn’t matter if we have late night conversations for like a month straight i will still be afraid to talk to you every. single. time. so always feel free to come whack me on the head or smth

while I can be very laid back / crack-ish, I do prefer to explore darker themes and my thread responses are much more serious than I come off as.

Blacklisted / Ask to Tag:

nsfw (for general safe scrolling)

“little space” related

“daddy,” “mommy,” etc

a/o/b related

pregnancy related

vivid depiction of sensory / memory alteration (particularly in images, but not excluded to)

unreality (also especially, but not limited to, images)

Of course I can’t require people tag these, but I will most likely not follow you if your post these regularly and do not have some warning which will be picked up by blacklist applications.

In regards to the sensory alteration, I mean things like seeing/hearing/etc things that aren’t there, mis-remembering or outright tampering with memory, etc. It’s kind of situation to situation on what gets me, but when it does it tends to hit me pretty hard. If you have any questions about it, fire away! [ example text post ]

On unreality, this somewhat relates to the above, I use this as a catch all phrase for images, vivid descriptions, and most especially videos/gifs of things that basically don’t behave or seem to behave as they should. Sometimes, I’ve seen these things tagged as “trippy” and the like, but they those posts tend to be too…idk how to put it. Extra? What tends to get me is when things are going fairly linear and then suddenly go for a loop. That’s not the greatest description, but here’s a few posts that have triggered me the worst that I’ve slowly gotten used to. There are also things which should seem fine or normal but aren’t. If anyone has a better description for this, by all means let me know! example posts [ one ] / [ two ] / [ three ] + a weird image that also gets me for some reason. hmvent is actually a blog I use to store things that trigger me so I can slowly get used to them or try and figure out what it is / why these things get to me.

ABOUT MUN

basics

Name: Jade/Cova Age: 19 Birthday: April 1st (no joke) Height: 4ft 8in Residence: California Timezone: GMT -8

identity

Pronouns: he/him (rarely, she/her) Gender: genderfluid Romantic Attraction: panromantic, polyamorous Sexual Attraction: fraysexual, aegosexuality Ethnicity: Filipino-Italian

personality

MBTI: ENTP Horoscope: Aries Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio Rising Alignment: Chaotic Neutral HP Houses: Slytherin Ennegram: 3w4 Force Alignment: Sith

A few other things to note;

I have very little time to access a desktop but can access most things through the tumblr app, mobile site or mobile version of the desktop site.

I am, at any given time, at least working 1 full time job and 1 part time job but I have gone up to as many as 2 full time, 2 part time and one as-needed jobs at once. That being said, my responses / activity may be slow.

on my main fandom blogs, I tend to make a lot of original shitposts / ooc posts.

I am usually quite willing to give out my PM apps and such (Discord, LINE, SnapChat, etc) but do not roleplay on them.

#blog info #mobile rules

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