#and i hope the people who write that shit get what's coming to them someday

[handsoffthefuckinshield]

Baz is ranting to me about how it's extremely fucked up that there are how-to guides readily available to help people cause people with npd to crash. and he's right. it's extremely fucked up that there are basically "how to make this traumatized person suicidal" guides everywhere. his npd is a little problematic at times but it doesn't mean he, or anyone else, deserves to be on the chopping block like that

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 17

Or: a secret Admirer AU

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10 || PART 11 || PART 1 || PART 13 || PART 14 || PART 15 || PART 16

Eddie’s back to school on Tuesday, black eye turning a mottled sort of green, lip scabbed over. From where he’s hemmed in by Robin and Chrissy, Steve watches Eddie catch a glimpse of him and bolt the other way.

Jeff sighs, lets go of his hold on Chrissy’s arm, and says, “sorry, Steve. I’m just gonna—” and then he points toward Eddie and follows after him without another word.

Steve’s gut clenches with guilt. He’d put that look on Eddie’s face, had caused the rift in his and Jeff’s friendship, had split the forming group up with his ridiculous crush. But Chrissy and Robin are still here, standing by his side.

“Are he and Jeff okay?” Steve asks, biting his lip as he glances at Chrissy.

“I think so,” she says, looking after her boyfriend. “They talked on the phone, but Jeff didn’t tell me what about.”

“Forget about them,” Robin replies, reaching out to take his hand even as it makes everyone around them stare. “Come on, Stevie, or we’ll be late to Ms. Clickity Clack’s class.”

Steve passes the rest of the day in a daze, the spot at his side a revolving cast of Chrissy, Robin, and Jeff, like they’d all talked behind his back and decided he couldn’t be trusted with being alone right now. Steve can’t blame them because as soon as he’s left unattended in his big empty house, he gets out his notebook and pen, and begins to write.

   Eddie —

   I’m sorry I never got to read your last letter, but it wasn’t for me anyways. Maybe none of them were, not really. And I’m sorry about that, even sorrier about how your pretty face got caught in the ceasefire. I’m just full of sorries I’m to scared to tell to your face—from the way you ran when you saw me in the hallway this morning, maybe you wouldn’t want me to anyway.

   You’ve always been the brave one, so you must really want to not see me, huh? I hope you and Jeff are friends again. I’m sorry about that too, I’m the one who asked him not to tell you. I was afraid, but that’s no excuse.

   I don’t know how to stop wanting to right write to you. I can’t turn off the part of me that still wants to know everything about you. There’s a whole in my heart, and I keep trying to find people to fill it, but I can never be in love with someone who loves me back. You know?

   I’m sorry, Eddie. Maybe someday, I’ll get to say it to your face.

   Sorry,

   Steve

He closes the notebook on the damning words and shoves it into his nightstand so he doesn’t have to look at it. Sleep doesn’t come—the house is too quiet. He grabs the phone off his dresser and calls the only other person he knows whose parents trust them enough to have a phone in their bedroom.

“H’lo?” Robin mutters sleepily after finally picking up the phone six rings later.

She sounds tired—Steve’s sorry he woke her. “I wrote another letter,” he says.

That seems to perk her up instantly, as she hisses down the line, “Steven James Harrington.”

“Not my name, Robin Steven Bobbington,” he replies, talking right over her shrieked “well, that’s not mine!” to continue, “I’m not going to send it.”

“You better not,” she replies, and Steve can hear some rustling on her end, like she’s settling back down into her bed. He wishes, suddenly, that he was in there with her, clutching her hand as they fall asleep side by side. Instead, he lays down on his own bed and concentrates on the noises coming down the line.

“Is it stupid that I miss him?” he asks.

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Robin!”

She laughs, a quiet sleepy chuckle that warms him straight through. “I’m just saying! He’s been treating you like shit, Stevie.”

Steve sighs, burrowing down under his comforter and taking the phone with him. “He was different in the letters,” he whispers, like someone in his empty house might hear him otherwise. “Sweeter, you know?”

Robin sighs, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

There’s enough sorries to go around for all of them, apparently. They’re quiet for a while, Robin’s breathing keeping him company in his big, lonely bed with his big, lonely thoughts.

“I love you, Robbie,” he whispers. “You know that, right?”

He’s been saying it a lot lately, throwing the words around like they’ll connect this time and get him something real. And they had, with Chrissy, with Robin, hell, even with Jeff. Just, not with Eddie. Maybe someday, he’ll learn to be okay with that.

“Love you, too, Dingus,” Robin replies, like it’s easy.

He falls asleep that night to the sound of Robin’s quiet snoring.

***

Eddie thinks about it—obsessively, compulsively. He dreams about it, jerks off about it, fucking cries about it. He reads the letters, again, and again, and again, wishing desperately that he still had that first one. At school, he checks his locker obsessively, compulsively, hoping there’s another note in his locker—there never is.

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Gareth asks, an elbow into Eddie’s side.

“Ow, ribs!” Eddie cries, curling away from him and into Doug at their usual lunch table.

“Sorry!” Gareth replies, leaning away from him and raising his hands up like that’ll somehow prove he’s harmless.

Jeff snorts around his sandwich, “gotta be careful, Gare-bear. He’s precious cargo now.”

“Oh fuck off,” Eddie replies, rolling his eyes as the rest of Hellfire laugh around him.

“No, but seriously, dude,” Gareth asks, this time without the thrown elbow. “What’s up with you?”

Eddie looks across the cafeteria at Steve and Chrissy’s usual spots, still empty the way they have been for weeks. He worries, sometimes, that they’re not eating, and it’s his fault.

Hopefully, they’re just packing lunches from home and eating somewhere else (he’s been too afraid to check).

“Can’t tell you buddy,” Eddie replies, still looking at the empty spot like that’ll somehow make the duo appear. “I promised.”

Gareth, clearly having followed his line of sight, leans closer and asks in an unsubtle whisper, “but it’s about you know what?”

Doug sits on, oblivious, but Jeff snorts again and asks, “okay, you didn’t tell me jack shit, but you told the freshman?”

“Sophomore, jackass!” Gareth cries, before seeming to realize the implications of Jeff’s sentence. “You told Jeff?”

“I knew before you did,” Jeff says smugly, and Eddie’s starting to get pissed off about that again.

“How!”

“Jeff, dearest?” Eddie grits out. “Do you want me to punch you in the face?”

That shuts the table up catastrophically. But in the end, Jeff sighs and says, “I’m coming over after school,” and the rest of lunch is spent fielding Gareth’s indignant questions.

True to his word, Jeff climbs into Eddie’s passenger seat at the end of the day. Eddie doesn’t take them to the trailer, he just drives around, taking back roads round and round, restlessness making his fingers twitch in the gear shift.

Jeff’s the one who breaks the silence, in the end. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he says, making Eddie flinch at the sudden noise. “Steve just seemed so scared, and Chrissy was crying so—”

“He was scared?” Eddie interrupts, stuck on the thought. He’d known that, before, but now that Eddie’s afraid, too, it hits like a punch to the chest.

“Of course he was,” Eddie replies to his own question. Suddenly unable to focus, Eddie pulls over to the side of the road. “I’m scared, too.”

Jeff sucks in a breath; Eddie doesn’t look away from his own knees.

“Yeah?”

Eddie bites his lip, knowing that Jeff will be able to read between the lines. “Yeah.” His eyes are watering, and Eddie swipes at them, embarrassed. “And I know we’re supposed to be talking about us, but I just—”

“No, hey,” Jeff replies. Eddie hears the sound of his seatbelt unbuckling, and the rustle of him shifting in his seat, and suddenly, Jeff’s hand is clasping Eddie’s shoulder, shaking him around just a little. “You’re my best friend—we’re fine, dude.”

Eddie swipes at his eyes again, “I think I want to ask him out, but what if I’m wrong?” Eddie asks, tracking Jeff’s expression out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t want to hurt him again.”

“So, what?” Jeff asks, voice deadpan. “You find out he likes you and suddenly he’s not just a jock anymore?”

Eddie looks down at his own knees, bracing for a hit he knows will never come. But, Eddie’s always been good at hurting himself, so he thinks about that yellow nail polish again, the enraptured look in Steve’s eyes during every D&D session, the way he’d glued himself to Robin Buckley, band nerd supreme’s side in recent weeks. The way he’d look at Eddie like he wasn’t the king of the freaks, like he was worth something.

“He was never just a jock,” Eddie murmurs. “I just never let myself think about it.”

Jeff mmmhmms him and Eddie knows him well enough to hear the doubt beneath the agreement.

“I was afraid, okay?” Eddie laments, scrunching his eyes closed tight until that makes his bruised eye ache too much. “You wouldn’t get it.”

At that, Jeff scoffs, and before Eddie can start up another tirade, he replies, “right, the black guy dating a white girl in Po-dunk, Indiana has no idea how scary it can be to make a move on the person you like.”

Okay, fair.

“You know what could happen if the wrong person finds out?” Jeff continues. “I’ll be lucky if they let me get out of town alive.”

“Okay, okay! I get it, sorry!” Eddie cries, throwing his hands up in defeat. And Jeff, being the asshole he is, just laughs at his discomfort. “How’s that going anyway?”

“With Chrissy?” Jeff asks, continuing when Eddie nods. “She’s great, man. I really, really like her.”

He’s smiling all goofy and in love. Eddie waits for the jealousy to hit; it never comes. Even as he’d flirted with her, there’d always been a disconnect for him between the letters and the girl. He knows why, now.

“I’m happy for you.”

Jeff aims that same goofy smile at him and punches his shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

Eddie wants to feel that way about someone. He wants to think of them and smile like he just can’t help himself. And with Steve Harrington of all people, maybe he can.

“If I ask Steve out, do you think he’ll still say yes?”

“Oh, for sure,” Jeff replies without hesitation before he turns to Eddie and eyes him up and down. “But are you sure you want to?”

Eddie bites back the defensive retort rising on his tongue, and grits out, “what do you mean?”

Jeff sighs and leans back in his chair. Eddie waits, three seconds from snapping as he stews in Jeff’s silence, hands clenched so hard against the steering wheel that it feels like one of his nails might pop clean off. 

“Jeff–”

“No one’s ever liked you before!” Jeff cries, and it hits Eddie like a punch to the sternum. “And maybe it’s not fair of me to ask but, are you sure you even really like him?”

“What?” Eddie asks, his mind a record skipping against a bent needle. “What do you–”

“Eddie, man,” Jeff sighs, swiveling his head to finally look Eddie directly in the eyes. “Do you like Steve Harrington, or do you just like that he likes you?”

He drops the wheel, hands almost numb as he shakes them out, no longer able to meet Jeff’s eye. 

How would anyone ever know that for sure? How can he know the origin of a feeling when it’s been there, simmering in the background of his brain, just waiting for him to wake up? How can he separate the feeling for a person and the person’s feeling for them?

That’s like asking him to unbraid his hair, let it fall back together, and still be able to tell which strands made up each component of the braid–it can’t be done.

But, “Gareth said I was obsessed with him,” Eddie replies, barely above a whisper. “Like, before I knew he wrote the letters?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie laughs, but it’s just like Steve said–it sounds different when he doesn’t think it’s funny. “And, he was right, you know? I was flirting with Chrissy, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.”

Eddie runs a shaking hand through his hair and buries his face into his hands with a shudder. “He’s just–he’s Steve Harrington, right? Everyone knows everything about him, but then he just changes the script!” Eddie’s smiling now, manic, animated. “And I wanted to know everything.”

Eddie drops his hands to look over at Jeff, meeting his eyes once more. Jeff looks patient, ready, hopeful in a way he hadn’t before, so Eddie keeps talking.

“Like, Chrissy was flirting with you and he didn’t even seem to care, and the yellow nail polish, and he came to Hellfire, Jeff. Steve Harrington came and watched us play Dungeons and Dragons.”

“I know,” Jeff replies, grinning now, pearly whites all on full display. 

“And when he came to band practice, he was just like, watching me, and I sort of wanted to die, but in a good way, you know?”

Jeff decidedly does not look like he knows, but he’s still grinning across at Eddie like he’s proud of him. Eddie’s kind of proud, too, that he’s managing to say all of this aloud. It feels somehow new and a long time coming at the same time. 

“Okay, you can ask him out,” Jeff says, turning forward in his seat and buckling his seatbelt once more. 

Eddie laughs. “Oh, because I needed your blessing?”

“Yeah,” Jeff replies, grinning as he turns back to Eddie, looking him up and down like he’s a slab of meat Jeff’s checking for its quality. “Maybe wait until you’re healed up, though. You look like one of those cardboard box kittens that I keep seeing on the news.”

“Shut up!” Eddie squawks, but he’s smiling, helplessly, hopefully.

Eddie Munson with a chance at love, who would’ve thought?

PART 18

[lxclerc]

𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 ─ 𝐦𝐯𝟏

summary: where max verstappen is the subject of a love song from a singer who never writes love songs pairing: max verstappen x american singer!reader faceclaim: no one specifically but based off olivia rodrigo

note: me? writing max verstappen? smau fluff? on main? everyone look away.

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dailyynupdates yn was seen around monte carlo the past few days, taking pictures with fans and allegedly cozying up with three time world champion max verstappen

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user12 what is going on in the house of commons because this was the last thing i expected

user39 this is quite literally the most random pairing i've ever stumbled across

user91 how do they even know each other 😭 user63 right like...where did this even come from? how did it start? literally how did they meet? they could not be farthest apart in the sphere of famous people

user19 now who the hell is max verstappen and why is he with my wife?

user49 oh girl you have a lot to catch up on the max lore user71 max is a formula one driver user56 saying max is a formula 1 driver like he currently isn't dominating the sport to the point where people hates him saying he's making it boring since he keeps winning because he's just that fucking good that literally no other driver can keep up is kinda wild user10 oh so our girl's new man is good at his job user52 "good at his job might just be the biggest understatement of the century when it comes to max. man's a fucking beast at his job

user48 i dont have to see her with her ratty ex anymore omfg war is over

user93 dare i say...they're adorable

user82 yn being in an age appropriate, healthy relationship? i never thought the day would come

user74 we won for real 🥹🫶

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dailyynupdates max and yn in a video posted by yn's friend 😭

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user93 oh my god look at them 😭

user81 they look so in love i want to cry

user65 "maximillian, do i look pretty like this?" "you always look pretty" i couldn't quite catch what he said at the end but 😭😭😭

user85 dutch here and i believe he said "laiverd" which means darling user75 this means so much to me user65 you just made my entire week

user45 seeing her in love after all the shit men is healing a part of me i didnt know was broken

user53 max fixing her hood then kissing her cheek what if you just stabbed me

user31 every time i see these, i get the urge to take a shot of bleach 😀

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sincerelyyn can't have a conversation if it's not all about you

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yourfriend as the other person of those conversations, he's fine i guess 😒

sincerelyyn you know i love youuuuu

taylorswift love seeing you happy ❤️

sincerelyyn ❤️❤️ user73 mother is all of us user63 you know it's real when it's taylor swift approved

conangrey i hate happy couples i hope you both trip 🫶

sincerelyyn die 🫶

user92 their friendship is everything to me

user15 not girlie trying to soft launch like we all don't know who it is 😭

user43 THEYRE SO ‼️🥵🥰⚠️

user65 you're so right

user24 i'm so happy finally seeing our girl happy 😭

user84 "someday i'll be everything to somebody else" YES YOU ARE BABYGIRL 😭

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maxverstappen1 my american girl 🩷

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charles_leclerc i still can't believe this is happening

maxverstappen1 for someone who don't even follow me, you sure are early to my posts 😒 user91 max gagged him with that im afraid

landonorris please please max talk to her about getting me tickets 😭

user85 lando is just like us fr struggling to get guts tour tickets maxverstappen1 no ❤️ landonorris 😔 sincerelyyn @landonorris let me get you in contact with my team 🤍 maxverstappen1 baby noooo sincerelyyn be nice, max landonorris HELL YEAH THANKS YN user42 this is the crossover i never thought i needed

user66 max posting non racing content and being all soft in the comments for yn in what world am i in

user52 fr i feel like im in an alternate universe 😭

sincerelyyn love youuuu

maxverstappen1 love you more

sincelyyn i never knew love could be so golden till i met you <3

maxverstappen1 mijn hele hart is van jou, schat (you own my entire heart, darling) user42 they mean so very much to me 😭

danielricciardo god the two of you make me nauseous

maxverstappen1 hating because you ain't us danielricciardo im not liking that attitude, kid 😒 user71 daniel is so us

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sincerelyyn so american will be out on all platforms at midnight. a letter to the man i love, the only way i know how ❤️

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maxverstappen1 i adore you with everything in my being ❤️

sincerelyyn ik hou van je (i love you)

i hope you guys liked this as much as i loved writing it 🫶

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Angel Dust with Violet Evergarden!reader platonic fluff scenario

Warnings: spoilers up to episode 4, possible triggers. If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please leave now and read something much more pleasant.

For everyone else, welcome to this small piece of fluffy goodness! You guys might know me from my other blog, @forbidden-sunlight . You have sent me your ideas for future Violet Evergarden!reader scenarios for Hazbin Hotel, and here is one of them! :)

Sit back, relax, and let us dive into a chaotic afterlife, where even a bit of reprieve from dishonesty and hypocrisy isn’t possible…until now.

Angel Dust's first impression of you is the following: a cute weirdo who dressed like a doll and didn’t smile much. What was even more tragic is that you actually believed there is a chance for sinners to be redeemed, and that the only to do that is complete Charlie’s half-assed rehabilitation program. You still do, even your progress hasn’t gotten you one step closer to Heaven’s pearly gates and the next Extermination is in six months. Five months actually, but who's counting?

That was around the time when he had to go back to work. He didn’t want to, but he knew if he didn’t…well, he didn’t want to think about it. Valentino is a psychopathic freak. He promised to make him, Angel, a big star in Hell’s entertainment industry, and instead fucked him over six ways from Sunday with false promises.

Long hours, shitty pay. No time to even take a nap in his dressing room because of course Big Daddy Val had his favorite toy’s schedule booked until he couldn't walk anymore and needed a stiff drink. When his afterlife seemed to take a nosedive for worse, and after Husk knocked some sense into him, he started finding letters under his door.

At first glance Angel could tell that they weren’t from his fans. No one’s gonna go out of their way and buy expensive paper to type it on, shove in an envelope, and put a wax seal on it just to praise him for his acting skills and share their wildest fantasies starring yours truly. No. This was….someone else.

He honestly didn't know how to describe the context of these letters because he had never received something like this from anyone who did not expect anything from him in PS or PPS. The sender would write either a short or long letter. The short letter was about half a page long; the sender would ask how he was feeling and ask him one question. What was his favorite food? What is the color he would never wear? The sender included a little about themselves too, as if to encourage him to respond. The longer ones started the same, with a greeting and almost the same stuff written in the shorter ones, but they shared how their day went with him, even the stupid, mundane shit they do every day as a part-time clerk at an antique shop and when they come home. The longer ones were at least two pages long. Some stuff made him roll his eyes, made him laugh…but it was the closing sentences, even as they vary from letter to letter, always jerked his heart in a way which made him both sad and happy at the same time.

I’m happy I’ve met you.

Thank you for being here.

Good night and have pleasant dreams.

You are stronger than you think, Angel.

I hope I can receive a letter from you someday.

You made a lot of progress today in Charlie’s exercises. I’m proud of you.

You’re doing great.

Angel might be a bit of a dummy….but he could tell right away who had been sending him the letters. The bit about Charlie’s exercises…there were only a few people attending that day. Vaggie, Sir Wet Noodles, and you. Vaggie wouldn’t write this kind of shit, and definitely not the wannabe overlord. You. You’ve helped him get through it with these letters and you never expected him to reply back. It’s as if you just wanted your words to reach him through Val’s sickly red smoke and hold his hand in your gloved one.

Naturally…the best way he can say thanks…for caring about him in your roundabout way…is to write a letter back. Maybe have a drink at Husk’s bar and talk about shitty coworkers or why Smiles never stops smiling? He’s not sure, but he’ll figure it out somehow. Sex isn’t the only thing he’s good at. And he’d like to get to know you a little more too.

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[stump-not-found]

A03 wrapped 2024

tagged by @tempusedax-rerum >:DDDDD

1.) Biggest surprise while writing this year?

how much people responded to bill cipher saying daddy . how people have interpreted ford's relationship to mabel in theseus' guide; i've really tried to write him as really caring for her so seeing that interpreted as him disliking her is so interesting haha

most of all tho i'm just surprised and very grateful that theseus has received any attention, it's been so so wonderful reading everyone's thoughts and seeing them engage with the fic . it really makes the entire process so gratifying, and i hope folks continue to enjoy where the story goes next :D

2.) How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

i've got my erotic billford rom com Can of Snakes that's over 20k right now . it has banger titles such as "sad handjob" and "penicular sounding", so someday i'll be posting that . i think they can make it work

i also just started Weirdmageddon 2: Electric Boogaloo: Lost In New York, an AU where ford gets stan to help him finish the portal after kicking fidd's to the curb . stan and bill become besties, ford hates it, and bill isn't allowed to destroy new york until he tries a slice of 'za .

this is not accounting for the mountain of comic WIP's i have but that shit aint goin on ao3

3.) Favourite character to write this year?

ford for sure . you give me a character who's autistic in a way that isn't cute and it just means the world to me . i get to give him evil autism . the autism where we acknowledge growing up autistic is traumatizing and makes you not a nice person all the time . fuck i love him . i get to dump so much of my own shit on him its so funnnnnnn yay lalalala

there was a whole paragraph i wrote that was just describing the perfect eye angle to maintain when walking through a farmers market to avoid social scenario's, which i had to remove because it was just me rambling about my own social survival strategies . farmers markets are dangerous places

i also love writing him in the context of bill . what a fucking mess they are i hope they never get better . but together <3

4.) The character that gave you the most trouble this year?

honestly stanley pines . i feel like i soften him too much, and lean in to his more positive traits than his more negative ones . it's hard because i feel like folks don't talk about the fact he was homeless for like 10 years & also had a breaking bad style adventure in columbia

the other problem is that he IS a big softy so idk . but he should be bitchier god damn it . he should be talking about his cataracts

6.) Did you receive any gifts this year?

I DID YOU INSANE PEOPLE thank you all it make a me smile:

@stemmmm @ancharan @kronehaze @sillyhyperfixator @ezrathean0n

7.) Did you do any collaborative works this year?

i feel like all my writing is collaborative!! i spend hours talking fic stuff with my wife & brother and my stuff is all the better for it . would love to do more of that w/ other folks i love it talking and thinking and playing is so fun

8.) What do you listen to while writing?

i don't like listening to music when i write lol ...... i sit in the cold silence and type in a frantic spiral .

i listen to a lotta different things while i think of things to write tho . atm all i want in the world is to make a theseus animation to this song it's very hammercore :

9.) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

oogh that's hard to choose . i'm just gonna share a bunch that make me laugh

from theseus' guide step six:

Dipper, clearly, doesn’t get it, and Ford acknowledges he is too young to understand a professional working relationship.

also from step six:

“Oh, sure, I can move on,” Stan grins, “To the other items on my list. A, the shack’s toilets all suck, and the seats keep raisin’ automatically. B, your handwriting sucks. C–”

from theseus' guide step three:

“You think you’re coming back anytime soon?” “No, 8-Ball, I don’t think I’m ‘ coming back ’ anytime soon.” Ford snides, though 8-Ball either doesn’t register that, or doesn’t care; hard to tell with the guy, “I’m sure you’re aware, but your boss wants to kill my family. And destroy my universe. ” 8-Ball sniffs. “Cool. Mind if I eat your leftovers then? Teeth keeps eyeing them.” Ford frowns, “You couldn’t have just brought them with you?” “Nah, man, I want to eat them.”

lots of lines from step eight but we ain't there yet

uuuuhhghhg who to send this chain mail along to uuuhgghgh

@beccadrawsstuff if u wannaaaa . anyone else feel free to pick this up as well i'm bad at this lol

[maul-of-shame]

So I saw you answered someone asking about your writing so I'm taking a shot, if you don't want to answer that's fine though, no pressure!!!

I read many of your fics, drabbles and all and I was wondering if you have some sort of ''fear'' as a writer? To me, your writing is amazing and I know we all have fears and things we dislike about our stuff so I was wondering if you had one/some when it comes to your writing?

Not saying you should have one at all!😭 Anyway I just don't know how to word it, forgive me Bucky 😂😭

Aww, hi there! First off, thank you so much for reading my little fics and drabbles—it means the world that you’d take the time to do that and then ask me this question on top of it. You’re so sweet!🥹

Okay, so apologies for the incoming rambling (you’ve been warned), but let’s dive into the chaos of my brain.

Honestly, I think the biggest “fear” I wrestle with as a writer is… being seen only as a fanfic writer and nothing else.

Like, don’t get me wrong—I LOVE fanfiction. It’s brought me so much joy, growth, and connection with amazing people (like you!). But I have these big dreams of publishing my own original work someday. I want to tell stories that come purely from my own little weird heart, you know? Stories that might sit on someone’s shelf, that might inspire someone the way my favorite books inspired me.

Stories that might make them cry or laugh or throw the book across the room in frustration (which, let’s be real, is the ultimate compliment). I want to be that kind of writer.

That said—because I need to scream this into the void—I’m so endlessly, obnoxiously grateful for the support and feedback I’ve gotten through fanfiction. It’s not just, “Oh, this is fun!” It’s like… “Holy shit, people are actually reading the chaotic nonsense that spills out of my head and even LIKING it??” It blows my mind every time, and I’ll never stop being grateful for the love, the comments, the memes, the everything. I mean this with my whole chest: I wouldn’t be the writer I am without this space and without people like YOU who take the time to say kind things or even just quietly read along.

And this isn’t me being a dramatic little shit—okay, maybe a little dramatic, I can’t help myself—but sometimes, chasing the dream of writing original stories feels scary as hell. Like, “Can I do it? Will it matter? What if I’m just forever the fanfic writer who tried and flopped?” But then I remind myself that the fanfic writer me? She’s a badass, too. She’s the reason I even have the guts to dream of shelves and bookstores and signed copies (lol imagine me signing books… I’d probably doodle something embarrassing in the margins).

The scary part is the thought that people might look at me and say, “Oh, she’s good… but only for fanfiction.” Like I’m stuck in this little box. And I get it! Fanfiction and original work are two different beasts. But it’s terrifying to think that I might never be able to break out of that box in people’s minds or that my original stuff won’t measure up.

Writing fic means you’re working with these beloved characters that people already know and love (or passionately hate—hey, no judgment, to each their own). You’re basically playing in this giant, already-established sandbox where you get to build castles, dig holes, and maybe throw some sand in people’s faces for fun. The love for those characters is already baked into the equation, you know?

But original work? That’s like showing up to an empty lot with a dream and a shovel.

You have to build the sandbox from scratch, bring the sand, plant a flag, and then stand there hoping—praying—that someone will wander by, look at what you’ve made, and think, “Huh, maybe I’ll give this a try.” It’s daunting because there’s no safety net of pre-existing love. People aren’t already emotionally invested in your characters—they don’t know their quirks, their heartbreaks, or the way they snort when they laugh. It’s just you, standing there like, “Hi! Please give my little sandcastle a chance? I promise it’s cool!” And let’s be real, most people just stroll past like, “Meh, I’ve seen better sand.”

And I’m not saying this to throw shade at fanfiction (because, uh, I love it), but there’s something so much scarier about creating something entirely from your own brain. Like, in fanfic, you’re remixing these iconic characters and stories, and people already have a reason to care. But with original work? You’re making it all up: the world, the characters, the drama, the everything. You’re basically yelling into the void and hoping someone will listen—and maybe, just maybe, fall in love with your weird little brainchildren.

So yeah, the fear of “what if no one cares” is VERY real.

Also—on the note of fear—there’s the good ol’ “everything I write is bad, and people are just too nice to tell me” spiral. You know, the one where I read something I’ve written and think, “Maybe I peaked five years ago, and I’ve been bluffing ever since”😂 It’s irrational, but it’s there.

Like, I could be sitting here, 200k words deep into that damn fic (stares directly at Gilded), with the most heartbreaking, beautifully tragic romantic quote that I know isn’t half-bad, and a part of me will STILL be like, “Nope, everyone’s just lying to you. They’ve formed a secret club where they all agree to gaslight you into thinking you’re a good writer, but actually, you suck.”

And it’s so stupid because I KNOW people wouldn’t go out of their way to read and comment on something if they hated it. But that little insecure gremlin in the back of my brain? Oh, she is LOUD LMAO.

And listen—don’t let my loud, sassy mouth fool you. Underneath all the sass and sarcasm is a very shy goth girl with weird humor, probably breaking into puns (she is, trust me) every time something hits a little too close to home. She will absolutely deflect with awkward jokes, but if you’re nice to her? She’s tearing up. Like, full-on ugly crying. Compliments hit her right in the feelings, and she doesn’t know how to handle it, so she just sits there like, “Oh my god, thank you—wait, are you sure? Are you okay? Do you need glasses??”

Basically, what I’m trying to say is, I’m an awkward, emotionally fragile nerd masquerading as a confident, loudmouth goth.😂😂 I spiral like the best of them, but I’m also SO thankful for anyone who sticks around, reads my stuff, or says something kind. You’re the reason I don’t throw my laptop into the sun during my bad brain days!!!🖤

That being said, even with all those fears, I’m stubborn as hell. I want to claw my way through those doubts. I want to leave my mark (okay, that sounded so pompous LMAO SORRY-, but you get what I mean). Even if the path to publishing original stories is slow and bumpy and full of “what ifs”, I’m gonna chase it because I love storytelling too much not to.

Anyway, thank you for this question. Seriously. It made me reflect on a lot, and it was kind of nice to ramble about it (sorry for the novel though—classic Bucky move 😂). Also, your kindness gives me fuel to keep writing. I hope this rambling mess of an answer made some sense!!!💙

[changes-2043]

My rage to my family

The feeling of emptiness when I hang out with my family is overwhelming. When I'm with my friends, once I reach home, I feel so full and grateful, even if sometimes the interactions are empty. When I'm with my family, I don't feel heard. I feel extremely overwhelmed and tired. Anything they say sounds bad, and from start to finish, everything feels fake—it makes me want to throw up. I feel like I need to raise my hand and wait for my turn to speak, but I don't want to because then my family will say, "Why are you raising your hand? You could have just talked." When I get interrupted and I remind them that they interrupted me, they say, "You always talk." When I don't say anything and keep to myself, everything I do is met with, "Why don't you talk to us?" Afterwards, I feel so drained, but I keep pushing and then they say, "Why are you always whining?" I keep pushing and pushing, and they laugh and make jokes that I don't want to hear. I wish I could be deaf to their words, just as they are deaf to mine.

This is a rage letter.

Dad, why do you think I stay up all night? I don't feel safe in these four walls where you raised me. I can't seem to find peace. My safety is in the night. You are not a bad person; there are worse men than you, but I don't like you anymore.

Mom, why do you think I'm quiet? Because nothing I've ever said was heard. When we fight, I'm always the one breaking down and crying, and you paint me as the victim when in reality, I'm just a child who didn't want to be yelled at. I remember your words while you screamed at me inches from my face, and if this happens again one day, I will punch you with all my heart and soul.

My dear older sister, there is no question for me to answer when it comes to you. But the way you ignore me, yell at me, call me the victim, and act hurt when I say anything mildly true that is out of your control. The way you told me to "teach you to set boundaries" when you got hurt by unpleasant people because you gave your whole heart to them but not to your own blood.

I felt so great when you told me that my best friend looked more like my sister than you did.

When you and Mom made me feel bad because I was eating. You came into my room after i failed an exam and said, "Why do you always act like it didn't hurt you?" My answer to you was, "It does hurt, but what am I going to do? Give up? No, let's go for plan B," because that's how I've always lived. But you've stayed with me through a lot of shit, and I will stay with you through a lot of shit because we will never end up like our father did with his brothers, even though I think this will be inevitable someday.

And I should thank you too because if it weren't for the really good moments you gave me, and without knowing, teaching me how to set my boundaries and adapt to situations, I would not be the amazing and strong person I am today.

I really hope that one day I can stay as far away as possible, getting the care I deserve, the love I deserve, with the people I choose. Because I'm not a little girl anymore; I'm a fully developed person with my own mind and thoughts, and I don't want to be treated like an extension of you or a diary where you scribble, write, and read your problems.

[starheirxero]

Xero, how is it that you're the only one I know who is supportive of all types of Self-insert/CanonTSAMSCharacter and OC/CanonTSAMSCharacter? I'm so serious, you're the only one I know.

I turn to TSAMS Twitter and I get: "EW! You think Eclipse will like your pussy-haver Self-insert?" They can't even call my Self-insert a woman OTL

I turn to TSAMS TikTok and I get: "So you're just being casually homophobic? All Eclipses are implied gay in canon and that includes Solar, and you're shipping him with your fem OC? Kys homophobe." What they said was more... nasty than that but you get the picture OTL

Here on tumblr, I get: "Your Solar/OC would gain more attention if your OC is masc instead of fem." Ough OTL

ARE PEOPLE GENUINELY SAYING THAT YOU. WHAT!!!!!!!!

I could get into how many levels of downright foul and baffling it is that people have the absolute NERVE to say that you, but for the record you are based as FUCK for kissing those robots and if you're comfortable coming off anon, you can send me refs of ur self insert or OC in my DMs or inbox and I WILL draw them being sweet with whatever tsams robots u want. I am So serious about that.

I am sincerely hoping someday u will find others who'll wholeheartedly hype you up for being a selfshipper bc literally as I'm writing this, I'm listening to a friend of mine work on a Lunar x Reader fic for me and it is a WILDLY joyous feeling!! But in the meantime I will be ur number 1 cheerleader and I will hype you as MUCH AS POSSIBLE 💪💪💪

KEEP KISSING THAT FLAT FACE ANON AND KILL ANYONE WHO GIVES U SHIT FOR IT 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

[joesalw]

Honestly I wish Joe would speak out against Taylor now, like he’s never said one unkind word against her, he’s left her alone and let her and her little friends shit talk him again and again and she’s using her huge platform and her Swifties who cling onto her every word to basically I’m going to say it, abuse Joe.

Like Taylor did you forgot that you went to London to hide out with Joe and others when everyone was tearing down your reputation? Did you forget about the multiple songs you made about him, staring how amazing he was to you (one’s that we’re not written by Joe)? Did you forget that two years of your relationship that you were locked in a house that there was a global pandemic? Are you saying that you didn’t give a shit if people lived or died due to your negligence, because you didn’t want to be stuck in that house to protect others due to Covid? That it was Joe that actually cared about others, and you’re admitting how much of a self centered person you actually are? And if you didn’t want to be stuck in the house all the time because Joe is obviously an extreme introvert who doesn’t like going out, again why didn’t you just break it off with him? You were a multimillionaire with plenty of friends, resources, status, and privilege to get away from that situation while other women have no choice but to stay with their abusers due to unfortunate circumstances.

Like I’ve never been more livid in my life, she uses terms so loosely and basically takes serious issues like Sexual assault, misogyny, abuse, and discrimination and centers herself in all of them. She says she wants to speak out on all these important issues without taking time to acknowledge how she herself contributes to these issues. (Working with r*pist, being seen so to an SA’er and SA apologist, being silent when her Swifties attack WOC or other women in her name, writing a song for someone’s book to movie adaptation who is wanted in another country for literal murder, and not speaking about about any issues that she claims that she believes in). And what boils my blood the most is the fact that there are real life victims of this sort of abuse out here, victims of abuse whose spouses actually due this to them and now a celebrity is using it to trash on her ex she seems to have a vendetta against. Hell she’s even daring to do this amongst Brittany Spears releasing her book where her family literally stripped away every bit of autonomy that she ever had, but sure Taylor use something so serious to finally burry your ex because you know that they’ll never not believe you even though there’s evidence against the contrary and I hope Joe doesn’t harm himself because of this, I hope that your words don’t put him in a position where he’s in danger because you don’t grasp the impact of them, and I hope your white woman tears about serious issues will come back to bite you in the ass someday, because any shred of respect I have for you (what little was left of it) is gone.

i don’t even have any words left to say

[sugar-omi]

IF SOMEONE ACTUALLY WRITES A BAXTER FIC WITH NEVER LOVE AN ANCHOR ILL ACTUALLY CRY AND SCREAM AND KILL MYSELF. IM BEING SO DEADASS. omg no bc that reminds me of another song i found that’s so baxter, especially from the pov of you if your mc is angry at him instead of sad and accepting…

burnt out by leanna firestone… GOD ITS SO . ITS EXACTLY HOW I FELT TOWARDS BAXTER DURING HIS STEP 3 DLC…

“i have never felt as warm as i did when you touched me / gave me goosebumps from head to toe” — the contrast between mc growing up in a warmer state, in a warm community, being a warm person themself; finding a warmth they’ve never known in someone from a colder place, whose detachment matches that chill; a warmth that makes them wonder and want and DARE to hope

“but a love made of matches was destined to burn out and end up in ashes and smoke” — that warmth disappearing when baxter cuts mc off for five years and takes that beautiful warmth with him, leaving mc colder than they ever thought they could feel

"you pushed me away, and i fought and i stayed; but maybe i should have listened - because you're right, i couldn't fix you; you're right, i shouldn't have tried to" — mc realizing that it was hurting them more to keep clinging onto a smoke-billow memory of what could have been than it would have healed to keep him close, and realizing it was for the better that he left because the hurt he gave them is surpassable. but the pain of holding on to him when he doesn't want to stay is not.

"your pride is what you're concerned about / is 'you're right' really all you wanna hear right now? well, you're right, i should've walked away faster" — baxter only reacts negatively to mc's insistence for him to stay; if mc accepts him leaving, he's satisfied. it has to go his way or there's going to be a problem, it has to end on his terms or it won't end at all, and he simply can't have that. not when both of your hearts are too fragile to withstand melting in the face of the fire you've stoked.

"i should've known you'd only break my heart after i was already in love; you're right, you aren't good enough" — baxter had made it clear what he wanted from mc, and mc's admonishing themself because they should've known, they should've known this would only end horribly. but still they stayed, because they thought maybe someday they could be good enough for baxter to want to stay - when in reality, he was never good enough to keep them coming back.

THERE'S MORE LYRICS IN THIS SONG THAT FIT AND I'LL GET TO THAT IN THE NEXT ASK BUT GAAAAAAWWWWDDD. THIS SHIT HURTS SO GOOD I CAN'T GET ENOUGH.

*link

WITH EVERY LYRIC. MY EYES FELL OUT MY HEAD.... I AM... I AM TEARING UP. WHAT THE FUCK OOMF.. THIS IS JAKSDFAS

"realizing it was for the better that he left because the hurt he gave them is surpassable. but the pain of holding on to him when he doesn't want to stay is not." ajksdfhasd RIP MY HEART OUT??? SOMEONE SEND OUT THE ANNOUNCMENT BC I KNOW SOME PEOPLE WHO NEED TO HEAR THIS RIIIIIGHT NOW!!!

"baxter only reacts negatively to mc's insistence for him to stay; if mc accepts him leaving, he's satisfied. it has to go his way" goddammit... i... i wasnt ready for this ice cold bucket of water. wtf.

"when in reality, he was never good enough to keep them coming back." !!!!! I !!! AM!!!! SCREAMING!!!!!

[13tinysocks]

hey dude! What's up :)) been just a little since l've said something

Initially, this is me saying thank you and goodbye

This isn't supposed to be a weird pity story, so l'm so unbelievably sorry if it comes off that way, lol.

When I began reading your work, I was enamoured with fiction because of personal issues (as many usually are, honestly, I know I'm one of god knows how many people trying to run away from life for just a second with fanfics or media in general). I don't know if I will ever be able to communicate this properly, hell, this will even be unbelievable funny or dramatic but I need to get this across because it's coming from a genuine place. Your stories and work thus far has brought me comfort, immense heaps of it, and even still when I deal with things that feel out of reach or too much to actually face head on I find myself wandering back to syg or just your blog in general

I mean this, from my entire heart, thank you and thank Bee. A million times thank you, for making that one silly silly stupid piece of fanfiction, because oh my god it got me through some major stressful hardships within my life for the past 3 years.

I am leaving tumblr, however I’m aware I have submitted asks with my actual accounts before, so you'll likely be able to see they're still gonna be up. I'm just deleting tumblr the app instead of my account, but for other social platforms they will be deleted properly (such as quotev) so I won’t be indulging in much reading anymore when it comes to fanfics and such lol

I don't know if I'll come back, if I do I likely will not be back for long or to be as active as l've been because of the toll social media’s taken. So even as ridiculous as this feels, to tell someone I’m simply a fan of and barely truly know, that their fanfic of murderers and their love story with my self insert kept me pushing through a lot of tough days, I genuinely just had to.

I needed to thank both you and your partner for the work you've both put out. I still have that smiley pin I’d made, and I will cherish what you made quotev have been for me ( I literally found out about the website during early or late 2020 I can barely remember, then later found your fic, I was DEEP DIVING into that shit LMAO )

I hope whatever happens for you and bee in the future is only good, and I only will wish nothing but the best of luck with everything man.

feel free to post this (idk what it’s called but when you publicly reply lol) or not, as long as you read this it’ll mean lots to me !! >:))

your coolest weirdest ticci toby fan whose also named toby, 🐚 annon

I always struggle to convey gratefulness for messages like this and readership- especially repeated readership. My life would be different if it were not for comments and messages egging us on to keep writing from syg to ho1c. While it's easy to say that writing is solely out of passion for the craft there is also the drive to share something with others. Hearing those others loud or quiet as a favorite- does push us forward when we have no motivation or desire to work. That drive has made us closer as a couple, better thinkers, and a halfway decent writing team. I thank you and all the others who send us stuff even if it's shit post asks I never answer because I like having them in my inbox like a personal horde of platonic Valentine's. I like keeping the pieces you give me to myself sometimes. I know it may seem like I'm ignoring you but I find genuine comfort in these messages. That there are so many. That they are so varied. That we have reached beyond our shut-in existence to touch the lives of others.

I find myself wondering where an anon has gone when I do not hear from them in awhile. I wish them well. I wish them better standards than us.

Maybe we'll meet again someday space cowboy. If you're ever back in town feel free to shoot me (a message).

Thank you for reaching out. Thank you for reading. I wish you peace and love and good books.

[old-school-butch]

Great news anon.

It sounds like you're in luck, I'm glad that worked out for you.

Now, you must protect your happiness with some basic risk management - that's the 'hope for the best but plan for the worst' kind of thinking about common issues. Statistically, here's some thoughts of possible dangers and how to minimize them:

Prepare for parental freakout. Keep a bug-out bag with clothes, id, a new phone, a list of resources you might need and some spare cash either on hand or nearby (maybe with a friend or other safe place) in case you need to make a run for it. Yeah, I'm paranoid, and tbh throwing money at everything often isn't necessary, but there are a few situations in life where a problem can go away by applying a surprisingly reasonable amount of cash to it. It's time to protect your happiness against this potential. I'd suggest getting your shit together so you have several months worth of living expenses stashed away where you can access it in an emergency. I highly suggest taking up camping - it can come in handy if you're forced out and if not, you can still use those skills to dance in the woods in Michigan someday.

Do you know any gay guys? It's possible you and your best friend might take to double dating. Yeah, it's old school but it works. People will see what they expect to see, more so even than what they want to see. This is a valuable tool to use to misdirect people.

All things are innocent to the innocent. Playing dumb has worked for centuries.

This will probably involve lying for a while, but honesty is a luxury few women, and even fewer lesbians, can afford. Be careful who you tell, they will hold power over you. You can clear the air when you can stand on your own. In the meantime, keep it simple and don't feel guilty. Remember, the only battles you want to be in are battles you can win. If you can't win a fight, pick a different battlefield.

Brush and floss your teeth every day. Eat a healthy diet, maintain a healthy weight, avoid smoking and drugs. Focus your energy on your future and protect your health - its a huge asset at your age and sickness will limit your independence and your ability to save money. Also, accidents and suicide are big risks at your age - learn to take care of yourself so you can achieve independence quickly, without taking unnecessary risks of course.

Make plans for your future, for you and your girl. My general rule is that it's possible to endure almost any situation for 2-3 years, beyond that it's increasingly likely you will stumble and the plan will crumble. Planning is key to writing your future so prepare some scenarios you can prepare for or avoid, and some dreams you want to chase.

Good luck anon. Your future is not yet written, but I wish you smooth sailing.

[camojacketfag]

Fucking hell, dude. Your blog hit me in the gut like a nine-pound hammer. I’m a Michigan boy, born and bred, but did spend a year living in rural Indiana — and your pictures and posts and reblogs feel like home. For better or worse, they feel like home.

My year in Indiana was wild and reckless and free. That was where I lost my faith, where I lost my virginity, and where I found a part of my soul that I didn’t realize I’d been missing. The Midwest is a wild place, and she raises wild children who will always carry their mother with them, in their hearts and blood and bones, no matter how far we go, or how hard we try to leave her behind.

Thank you for this. Thank you for sharing what these places mean to you, and what you see in them. Thank you for sharing who you are through these places.

The way I’ve had your confession in my inbox for like two weeks man and I just keep ruminating on the right shit to say but I don’t really know what to say because it feels like you tore a fucking page out of my own notebook and said exactly what I’m trying to confess every god damn day. I lost my virginity to some dude named josh when I was 18 who read me his favorite bible verses after all was said and done. I learned to eventually find comfort and joy in inhabiting this part of the world after a tumultuous four years in which I made the fucking choice to finally heal and try and assess who it is I wanted to be. I’ve lost so much man. Friendships, relationships, moments I know I’ll never recover, all because I made the stupid ass decision to seclude myself and try and heal and comprehend why it is I am the way that I am. Most of my anxiety nowadays comes with wondering if I made the right decision in the end. I’m still in my 20s, and I’ve got so much left to learn and experience yet I spend my afternoons piling dirt onto the graves of those I’ve lost along the way. Every year is spent fighting with the remains of my dwindling faith. I’d like to maintain a belief in the mysticism of everyday life. In the idea that things happen to you for a reason and that ever so passionately you’re being guided by a mystical force much wiser and powerful than you could ever imagine, yet I spend the first half of most my years losing my faith, only to then somber and beg for its return in the later half of the year. Recently I’m grateful for the return of my vibrant rage man. I lost it earlier this year due to a relapse in my obsessive and compulsive nature and the desperation for hope that follows after. As of last week, somehow, I ended up in the right place, at the right time, to acknowledge the rage still residing deep within. How it hungers to break and bend and spit and scream and destroy and show everyone I spend mourning over that they’ll someday realize how worthy I was of keeping around. I’ve made my choice man. No return, I say. I know what I suffer from. I know what it is I’ve gone through. I know why it is my brain works the way it does and it took so much unnecessary sacrifice. So fucking be it man. Often, I wonder if others perceive me as selfish for doing this. I wish I could make them understand that I decided to get better, not only for myself, but to be a better being for them as well. Yet, we can’t go back. Growing up here, living here, feeling invisible here, feeling alone here, will only add to the strength you’ve acquired as you’ve gotten older. For now, I’ll sit back, I’ll people watch, I’ll listen to my records, read my books, write my words, rage every chance I’m given, and I’ll find a way to make peace with the idea that it will all work out in the end. I’ve no mountains to run to. No skyscrapers I can dig myself underneath. No late night booming clubs I can drown my sorrows with. Just plains and corn and a hunger to be more. To never settle. And I hope, you feel the same man. Take care of yourself and try and be kind to yourself! Thanks for reaching out. Means a lot.

[rae-pottah]

Don't Trust A Malfoy (Pt. 4 Final Part)

Fandom: Take a guess (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: they/them pronouns, trauma, bad parenting, (your probably used to both if you're reading this) ( that was a joke don't take offense), events are taken out of order from the story, shitty writing. Some People Live (Lemme know if I missed anything)

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*Y/n's POV*

"Holly shit! Y/N!" I hear Fred yell, right before everything goes black, I feel Draco holding me up and everything is gone

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As I start to regain my consciousness, I can feel a hand in mine

"Have you been here this whole time?" I let out with a dry throat

"Huh- Y/n! MUM! THEY'RE AWAKE!" he raised his head with a smile and a tear running down his face, he shouts through the building

"Hey, stop yelling" I say with my hand on my head "Where is Draco?"

"In his new room, he's explained the situation, even shook hands with the lil' heroic trio, I'm glad you're out of there love" he says seriously, the pet name bringing a blush to my face, suddenly the door is opened and everyone rushed in

"Oh dear, I'm Glad you're okay"

"Y/N!" Draco runs over and hugs me as tight as he can

"Ow" I let out, feeling slight pain still in my muscles

"Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay?" he asks quite worriedly

"I'm just glad we got out, and I'm glad I still have you" I plant a small kiss on the top of his head

"Me too!" he said with a small smile, I see out of the corner of my eye Sirius with a small smile, I know whats running through his head, he wished Regulus was still with us, as do I, one of my favorite Uncles that one, I trade my look to Fred who was looking at me already, like I held up the world, like nothing would matter, so long as I was okay

"I like your eyes" I didn't even know I said it out loud until George piped up

"Ae! We have the same eyes! So what about mine!" Ginny elbow's him in the side, I look at his eyes, but they're more dusty

"Nah, he has brighter eyes" I point at Fred

--later that day--

I had found Sirius sitting at a chair in the main room, all by himself, he'd been going through old pictures

"He didn't blame you, y'know" he snaps his head to me "He looked up to you actually, when he had time he would come around" I walked around the sofa and sat down "He would always talk about the grand adventures you had with your friends... He said he hoped I could have that someday" I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, and see his "Uncle Reggie, he said he was proud to have a brother like you, he would talk you up and I couldn't wait to meet you! Talked about how he knew one day you would fight and defeat Voldemort with the people you loved" I could see the tears streaking down his face as he looked at me in shock "He didn't blame you for leaving" I said confidently, I got up to leave him with his thoughts when all of a sudden I got pulled back by my wrist into a hug I froze, I hugged him back but it was weird, I had only ever hugged my friends, not a father figure

"I will do my absolute best to be the best possible Uncle or whatever you'd like to call me, to you AND Draco both. Thank you for saying that." I hugged him as tight as possible and didn't want to let go

--That night--

I sat on the balcony watching the stars as thoughts of Fred flood my head

"Bit cold, innit?" I hear Fred's voice

"slightly" at that second I feel a jacket wrapped around me "oh- thank you, what about you?"

"Oh- I'll be fine" he nearly stutters out "What you doing out here anyway?"

"Just thinking"

"about?"

"You. Me. Us." I let out anxiously

"Us... that's a frightening topic"

"trust me I know" I wrap his jacket around me tighter

"So, what are you thinking about us?" he asks curiously

"I think I like you... a lot.." I turn to see his sly smile

"I know I like you... a lot" his smirk gets wider

"When did you know?" his smile then gets bashful

"Uh- heh- probably about forth year... right after we pranked you, you had pranked us right back, and- well I fell for you" he suddenly found the stars interesting as well

"Oh?"

"yeh, probably fell in love with you in 6th year, when you told Umbrige to 'Go piss up a rope, Voldy Moldy is back" I look at him with wide eyes

"You're in love with me?"

"I hope that's okay?" he asked worriedly, I quickly put my back against the chair

"I think it is" I let out in a whisper, somehow he heard it and smiled brightly, he takes my hand, and I pull him forward, touching my lips to his, confirming all my suspicions...

I truly do love him

All of a sudden I heard Ron

"MAYBE LOCK IT NEXT TIME DRACO"

"BLEACH, I NEED BLEACH, MY POOR EYES"

"Totally called it, you owe me 2 galleons." I say to Fred, he sighed as he handed me the money

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2 minutes ago:

*Ron's POV*

I needed to talk to Harry, Draco had apologized, but its quite difficult to just up and drop blind hatred

"Oh fuck" I hear Harry's voice, I thought he might have dropped something because I could hear him getting off his bed.. so I walked in

"AAHHHHHHHH, MY EYES" I slapped my hand over my eyes and heard Draco

"Maybe knock next time, Ron" he said sounding almost sorry for me, I ran out of the room screaming back after closing the door

"MAYBE LOCK IT NEXT TIME DRACO"

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Hope you liked this lol

[kiaroscuro]

AU time again!! Welcome to the Human Experiments AU

a crossover/fusion between P3 and P4 where Ren was involved in a severe accident that left half of his face severely burned and most of his lower body as well, where Ren underwent experimental surgery to counter the pain and ended up an android after multiple treatments.

Ikutsuki, somehow surviving the events of P3 and endorsed by Shido and his shady government, was given the chance to experiment on children they knew had the Potential, turning them into human Anti-Shadow-Weapon hybrids because he has no access to any of the Kirijo research and items anymore. His experiments are successful on two subjects (Ren and Goro).

Because of the severity of the 'treatments' (i.e. human experimentation), the persona suffer negative feedback as well, though Ikutsuki isn't above torturing the persona either. Arsene's wings have been pinioned, rather inexpertly, for example.

Some more bullet points of this AU, because I do want to maybe write it someday:

Ren's accident was a heavy fire that broke out in his neighborhood; he only got burned because he went in to save his classmate who was still stuck inside

the classmate ends up dying anyways, but his family thanks Ren profusely and end up being almost a second home for him

Ren was fourteen at the time

Ren's burns rendered him almost immobile for a while, and his parents had to sign him up to a big state hospital or something like that

his parents are, as always, shit people and annoyed that Ren got burned 'for nothing'

when a nice-looking man from the government approaches the little clinic Ren is working with and offers his help in an untested-but-absolutely-safe treatment method they sign him up at once

Ren was fifteen then. He becomes a patient at Ikutsuki's clinic after Goro, though they rarely see each other at first, before Ren's treatment ramps up and he has to become an inpatient

at first Ren thinks that all of the weird scifi augmentations actually are to help him until Goro dashes his hopes that they're just as good as human cattle to the Chairman

Somewhere around this time Ren summons Arsene for the first time as well, and they try to flee. Ikutsuki catches them and pinions Arsene as punishment, speeding up Ren's 'treatment' as well

Goro becomes fully augmented and is made to leave

a year later Ren has also been fully augmented, the only human thing about them their brain and nervous system a la Cybermen from Doctor Who. Goro kept lashing out constantly so he's programmed to obey Shido without alternatives, but Ren was smart and started to obey once Ikutsuki started hurting Arsene as well.

Ikutsuki brings in Sophia as a third research subject, a girl who's a paraplegic

with his focus on Sophia, Ren gets ignored, and he manages to plan an escape

he wanted to take Sophia with him, but she was in the middle of her augmentations, and she pleads with him to flee and live a life again

Ren escapes with a promise to come back for Sophia once he's found Goro, and wanders across Tokyo until he runs into Sojiro days later, chassis torn and in dire need of repair

Sojiro, not knowing what Ren is but seeing a kid in need, goes with him to Futaba, because Sojiro might not know what to do with all of those exposed cables, but his daughter Sure Does.

Wakaba is alive because she wasn't needed by Shido bc he has Ikutsuki. She still works in a cognitive research lab with her colleague Maruki, and has access to heavy machinery and metals to close up Ren's chassis. And even more access to metacognitive things to help Arsene

Ren and Arsene stay with the Isshiki-Sakura household while they try to figure out what happened to Goro, accidentally joining the Phantom Thieves along the way and going by 'Akira Kurusu' to avoid being found by Ikutsuki and Shido

[astradyke]

mare's phannie recap 2024 <3

HIIII happy new year's eve! i looked back thru my archive and realized i first made this blog on april 2nd of 2024 :) so this is my first real year in the phandom! being active in the tumblr side of this community has brought me so much joy, i've had such a blast on here with all of you <3

STUFF I DID THIS YR:

i wrote a lot of text essays about random bullshit in the summer (yay random bullshit!) which was such a fun era hehe. then i stepped my pussy up and made two web weaves: one about dan, phil, and wedding vows; and the other honoring sister daniel (both of these posted pre-tour btw)

and then i wrote two fics!!! one is about the 2021 era of dnp. the OTHER is about gender exploration. i'm really proud of both of these and amazed by how kind people are towards fics here :) okay yay!!! enough about that :P

STUFF THAT HAPPENED 2 ME THIS YR:

I WENT TO THE TERRIBLE INFLUENCE TOUR!!!!! With two people, one of whom being one of my best friends ever :) i will never forget standing outside and in the venue and getting to talk to so many wonderful phannies who shared their beautiful artwork with me (stickers and custom cards and aah!! sorry i was too anxious to talk to a ton of u but all of u guys were very sweet <3) seeing dan and phil live was such a lifechanging experience, hopefully i will get a tattoo based on TIT someday :')

FOR THOSE WONDERING my cards were: Dan zoomed in looking at the camera weird, Phil pulling strands of his fringe over his face, Dan happily pointing while Phil flips me off, Phil in the cowboy hat, and (what i was most excited about) the cutesy photo of them in their uni hoodies where they're thinking!!! AAAAH that one was my fave :)

ALSO!!!!!!! At the TIT tour I met @bitchslapblastoids who is the loveliest ever and we made a funny post about it. also i didnt meet them but i want to give a shout out to my friend @bassband for being one of the coolest people who ive been able to get to know this year ^_^ o(-( <- girl who likes hyping their friends and is also laying down for some reason

IN CONCLUSION:

i love u guys so much i love being in the phandom so much it makes me really happy :) you guys have re-sparked my interest in writing fic (something i have a notoriously weird history with) and make me feel soooooo safe making stupid textposts n stuff. dnp really did save my life and im really emotional about that so, i hope in the new year some more crazy shit w them happens!!! I love u guys i dunno i think im usually more articulate than this but yeah thats my little year recap ^_^

ALSOOOOO there are too many to directly tag but shout out to my mutuals I love you guys I love you guys a lot you all are so funny and creative and awesome and kind and this space would not be as fun without u so thank u for putting up with my freak :) and also thank u for anyone on this blog at all for REALLY putting up with my freak<333

^bonus tit pic that counts as my new years eve selfie <3

Oh extra bonus favorite 2024 videos (that come to mind rn): our phanniversary newlyweds game, date night with dan and phil, dan and phil massive pizza mukbang 2, getting deep at the slumber party, phantasy mocktails with daniel and philippe, dan and phil's dragon race, what dan and phil text each other 4, roasting ugly mansions on zillow, keeping or yeeting my entire closet with dan, ranking every icon i've ever had, how phil nearly died, and dan and phil going away q&a!