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[doumadono]

Once again, congratulations, my dear ♥ I'd like to order a mint-vanilla cone topped with M&Ms and maple syrup, please. Could I get a fantasy AU with Dragon!Kirishima and Dragon!Bakugo? Something really sweet would be perfect!

A/N: Thank you very much for all your support over the years, my dear! I hope you'll enjoy these headcanons I prepared for you ♥

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Kirishima

Kirishima lifts his head, his crimson scales shimmering in the fading light. His crimson eyes light up with affection as he sees you entering his den, and a rumble of contentment escapes his throat. "Hey, Y/N," he greets you warmly, unfurling his wings to welcome you. "I've been waiting for you."

You chuckle softly, running your fingers along his snout affectionately. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Kirishima's tail swishes excitedly as he leans in closer, nudging you gently with his massive head. "I was hoping you could help me with something," he says, his voice filled with anticipation. "My mane is getting a bit unruly, and my claws could use a polish. Would you mind lending me a hand?"

You grin at his request, feeling a surge of affection for the gentle giant before you. "Of course, Kirishima. I'd be happy to help you out."

He eagerly lowers his massive head, allowing you to run the bristles through his vibrant red mane. With each stroke, he emits a pleased rumble, basking in the sensation of your gentle touch. "Feels good," he purrs, his voice a deep, resonant melody that fills the cavern. As you delicately brush through the thick strands, he leans more into your touch, closing his eyes in bliss. "Your hands are like magic," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of contentment. "Your touch always soothes me," he murmurs softly as you run your fingers through his mane, untangling any knots with gentle precision. "I'm grateful to have you by my side."

As you tenderly attend to him, Kirishima emits deep, rumbling purrs akin to a contented feline. It's his way of expressing gratitude and affection, a sign that your presence brings him immense joy. When you're finished with his mane, you move to work on his claws.

Being a dragon means relying a lot on the sharp claws. With all the activities dragons engage in, these claws are prone to damage. The best way to prevent further cracking and maintain them is by attending to them regularly. That's why dragon!Kirishima allows you to help him polish them.

Despite his formidable claws capable of tearing through stone, Kirishima allows you to polish them with the utmost gentleness, being careful to not hurt you during the process. He extends his massive paw with claws, allowing you to polish them to a dazzling shine. He watches you work with fascination, marveling at your skill and dedication. He watches with fascination as you buff away any imperfections. "You have such a delicate touch," he observes, admiration evident in his tone.

"I brought you some special polish today," you say with a smile, holding up a bottle of shimmering liquid. "It's a special oil, made of herbs that helps to strengthen nails, so I hope it'll work just fine with you. Let's make those claws shine like diamonds, shall we?"

He enjoys it when you rub herbal oils into his claws, massaging them slowly. He believes strongly it's the most comforting sensation he experiences as a dragon (aside from making love with you!)

Despite his imposing stature, Kirishima isn't above indulging in playful behavior with his human mate. He'll nuzzle you gently, nudging you with his snout to coax a laugh from your lips. "You're so adorable when you laugh," he rumbles, his eyes gleaming with warmth.

You're always amazed by the strength and power Kirishima possesses as a dragon, but you're even more enamored by his gentle and caring nature.

The act of grooming becomes a sacred ritual between dragon!Kirishima and you, a time for you to connect on a deeper level. As you tend to his mane and claws, he basks in your presence, cherishing the intimacy of your shared moments. "I feel so lucky to have you," he confesses, his eyes shining with affection.

Bakugo

Upon reaching the den, you found Bakugo resting on a bed of soft moss, his scaled form coiled comfortably. He raised his head, crimson eyes gleaming in the fading light as he greeted you with a rumbling purr. "What took you so long, idiot?" Bakugo grumbled, though the affection in his voice was evident.

"Hey there, you big brute," you chuckled, not paying attention to his wry remark, brushing a hand against his sleek scales. "Sorry, got caught up with something. How was the hunt?"

Bakugo's expression shifted, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. "Successful, as always, woman! What were you thinking?! Brought back enough for a feast."

Your stomach twisted at the thought of the raw, blooded meat he had to bring to his den, but before you could discuss it, you noticed something that made you pause. "Bakugo, your scales," you said, furrowing your brow. "They're covered in dirt and grime. You need to clean them."

Bakugo's gaze narrowed, a growl rumbling in his throat. "I don't need to do anything. I'm fine. I bathed in the lake."

You shook your head, undeterred. "Come on, Katsuki. You know how important it is to keep your scales clean."

He scoffed, clearly not amused by your suggestion. "I can take care of myself just fine. I don't need you nagging me about it, idiot. I don't need to be pampered like some weakling," he grumbled.

You knew how to approach his offended, grumpy ass. A mischievous glint sparked in your eyes as you crossed your arms, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Oh, really? Because I seem to recall you bragging about how you're the mightiest dragon around. Surely, the mightiest dragon can handle a little cleaning."

Bakugo's jaw clenched, irritation flashing across his features. "Fine, woman. If it'll shut you up, I'll let you clean my scales. Goddammit! I can't have a quiet moment, even in my own fucking den!"

You grinned triumphantly, knowing you had won this round. "Great! Let's get started then." As you set to work with a cloth you carried in your woolen bag, gently scrubbing away the dirt and grime from Bakugo's scales, you couldn't help but notice the way his tense muscles gradually relaxed beneath your touch. You marvel at his scales texture, smooth yet with a slight roughness. You feel the dirt and grime loosen under your touch. His scales are warm to the touch, radiating heat like the sun itself. With each stroke, you're careful not to apply too much pressure, mindful of his sensitive skin beneath.

Bakugo grumbles impatiently at first, shifting restlessly as you work.

You take your time, working methodically from one section to the next, ensuring that every inch of Bakugo's scales is cleaned to perfection. As you climb him to reach his back, you encounter a particularly stubborn patch of dirt, embedded deep between the ridges of his scales. With a determined frown, you scrub harder, eliciting a growl of discomfort from Bakugo.

"Watch it, human," he warns, his voice tinged with irritation. Yet, his initial reluctance faded, replaced by a quiet contentment as he leaned into your ministrations. "You know," Bakugo grumbled, his voice softer now, his crimson eyes closed, "this isn't as awful as I thought it would be."

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you step back to admire your handiwork. Bakugo's orange-red scales gleam like polished emeralds in the sunlight, their vibrant hues shimmering with newfound brilliance.

Bakugo snorts in approval, a rare smile gracing his snout. "Not bad, for a human, I guess," he concedes, his tone grudgingly admiring. "Well, I guess you're not completely useless." The dragon nuzzles his snout against you affectionately.

As you curl up together in the warmth of the den, surrounded by the comforting scent of the forest and the gentle rustle of leaves outside, you can't help but feel grateful for moments like these. "I love you, my Great Explosion Murder Dragon Bakugo."

A deep rumble echoes in his chest. "I love you too, my little human."

[kaledya]

HOWDY!!🌟🌟 I haven't been active on Tumblr for a long time, to be honest I haven't been active on any platform until recently.

I think it would be right to make a small update and let my followers know what's on my mind.

(And a little note, I am writing this article from a translation. If there is a mistake in any sentence or if it sounds rude, I sincerely apologize.)

First of all, I would like to talk about why I am  less active than before.

I don't want to go into too much detail about it, so I'll keep it short, and it'll be easier for you too!

I have a disease that worsens with stress, and I can say that this disease has leveled up because I have been stressed a lot lately due to some events.Now, for no reason or if I put too much pressure on that arm area my joints and arm start to ache. This means I can't draw for 2-3 days.In general, it means that I try not to use my arm too much.

But don't worry, thanks to my doctor I'm getting better quickly and I don't have as much ache anymore, much less! Almost gone now!!🌟🌟🌟🎉

And besides these, I was trying to get accepted to the university, but I learned that my drawing skills were not enough for the animation university!( I knew this actually, my anatomy is really bad but I wanted to try my luck) It's a little sad, but I'm not discouraged!🫡

 (I think my only regret was that my arm started to hurt in the middle of the exam after I had come such a long way. Why on earth would anyone make two one and a half hour art exams back to back??) Show some mercy to the students!!)😭😭

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I just need to focus on more art skills  and I will do that!! From now on, I will focus only on improving myself and my arts! YIPPE!!

About  HH SS AU or My's OC development

It saddens me to say this, but even though I've been drawing in the HazbinHotel fandom for months, I've lost my inspiration at the moment.I probably won't be able to share any content about HazbinHotel until I regain my inspiration because I can't think of an idea or get excited about series anymore.But of course this is a temporary thing, my fandom had faded before but then it blossomed again!!

This is valid for SSAU as well, I don't have any inspiration to develop AU or draw for AU right now. 

And thank you very much to my followers who have liked and supported my HazbinHotel content so far!!!

Same goes for my OCs, I'm putting my OCs like Constantine and Serenity and the archangels on the shelf for now.Of course I will use them again in the future when I get inspired about them again, I love my babies!

About SSAU inspired fanfics Thank you again for loving this AU and for being inspired to write your own fanfic!!!

It makes me really happy to see you having fun And it makes me proud to see that I inspire people!! 

But from now on I don't prefer to use my HH OCs to write Fanfics,There are a few reasons for this but the main one is that I can't give you much feedback anymore and I wanted you to know that and I really don't want to upset or disappoint anyone when it comes to feedback.

Of course the fics about SSAU that have been written so far can continue, I have no problems with them, have fun!! I just want you to know I won't be able to give feedback  to you, or it will take a long time 

 This is of course temporary, I will let you know when I return to this fandom or change my mind about this!!

Some people ask about YouTube, I don't plan on posting any content on YouTube anytime soon.

Thank you in advance for respecting my opinions!

In short, yes, these are what I was going to say. It can be said that I have switched to the Gravity Falls fandom at the moment and I am sort of making my childhood dream come true by giving fanart to this fandom.And this is something that makes me very happy. 

Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!

[scoonsalicious]

7.4 Bucky*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here (hand stuff(f receiving))

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: You got it on. In the woods.

A/N: Ugh, my beautiful long weekend is over. No more days off from work until Junteenth.

If you ever feel so inclined to support my work, hop on over to buy me a coffee; it's much appreciated! <3

NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when new story parts drop, please follow @scoonsaliciousupdates

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

“I’m gonna end up falling in love with you,” she had said to him, and Bucky could barely believe his ears. He made love to her again, under the stars, assuring her with every thrust, every kiss, every caress, that he felt the same. 

After he’d taken her apart once more, he’d grabbed his discarded shirt and dipped it into the stream. Wringing out the excess water, he brought the wet cloth back and used it to gently clean her folds. He’d made such a mess of her, but the sight of his seed oozing from her core was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. It was all he could do to keep himself from bending down and using his fingers to push it all back inside of her, where it belonged, where he wanted it to always belong, from now on. 

But there would be time for that, later. 

For now, he helped her dress, and using the combined lights of the flashlights on their phones, they managed to collect the rest of the picnic gear and made their way out of the clearing, hand in hand, and back to the parking lot, Major leaning against his arm and occasionally letting out a contented sigh that filled Bucky’s heart.

When they reached their cars, Bucky was surprised to see Major had arrived in a pickup truck. “Not sure what kind of car I was expecting for you, sugar,” he said with a laugh, “but a pickup wasn’t it.”

With a smile, Major lovingly patted the truck’s hood. “Yeah, wasn’t my first choice, honestly, but when I  started my business, I needed something that could transport shit to The WarZone from our suppliers. It’s grown on me, though. Speaking of,” she added, her face falling a little, “I should probably head home; it’s already nine o’clock, and I have to work tomorrow.”

Bucky felt his heart sink. The last thing he wanted to do was say goodnight to her. “Spend the night at the Compound with me,” he offered again, bringing his hands to her waist. “It’s closer than your place, and I don’t want to say goodbye to you just yet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and offered his most pleading puppy dog look. “I can bring you back to your truck in the morning.”

Major sighed in feigned reluctance. “I suppose I could be a little late tomorrow,” she admitted. “I think my boss will understand. I happen to know for a fact that she’s quite fond of your dick, so she might make an exception if I tell her I was out late riding it all night.”

Bucky laughed and pulled her to his chest. God, he loved the feeling of her as she wrapped her arms around him, the way she seemed to fit perfectly into the dips and curves of his body. 

“To hell with it,” he heard her mumble into his chest. “I’m gonna take the day off tomorrow.” 

Bucky pulled back and looked down at her, trying hard to stifle the grin that was threatening to spread across his face. “Are you sure, sugar?” he asked her. “I don’t want you putting your business in any kind of jeopardy because I’m trying to be a bad influence.”

Major shook her head and smiled at him. “Honestly, things over there run so smoothly now, I don’t need to be as involved as I am. I just like keeping an eye on things because, well, the business is my baby, you know?” Bucky nodded, he did understand; she’d devoted so much of her life to making it a success. “So, I can afford to take a day off here and there to spend time with you,” she said. 

Bucky grinned and pulled her in for a kiss. “Since you’re playing hooky and don’t need to worry about being home early,” he said, “how ‘bout we finally eat dinner? You’ve got to be starving.”

Major let out a low groan. “God, yes, please. Don’t get me wrong, I fully enjoyed our alternative activities, but damn, boy– you had me working up an appetite.”

“Gimme one minute,” Bucky said. He hauled the picnic basket into the back of Major’s truck and spread the blankets along the bed. He grasped Major by the hips and gently lifted her over the tailgate before hopping in, himself. He propped up some pillows against the back of the cab, and sat down against them, spreading his legs and motioning for Major to sit between them, with her back to his bare chest. He then rummaged through the basket and retrieved their forgotten sub sandwiches and lemonades. 

While they ate, Bucky pointed out constellations to Major, telling her the stories behind the figures in the night sky. He loved how much more could be seen out here than back in the city. He’d always loved space, and Major listened to him with rapt attention, asking thoughtful and poignant questions, letting him know that she was both paying close attention to everything he said, and that she admired his interest. 

“You’d make an excellent astronomer,” Major commented, after Bucky had pointed out the tiny dot that was Neptune, far off in the unfathomable distance.

“When I was a kid, that’s what I wanted to be when I grew up,” he confessed with a nostalgic smile. He’d never told anyone that before– not even Stevie. When you were a kid from Brooklyn, growing up during what would become known as The Great Depression, the idea of making a career out of looking at stars seemed so fanciful as to be almost insulting. Bucky had known there was no future in the cosmos for him, only a life of hard, manual labor, doing what he needed to do to put food on the table for his family.

Only, that never even came to fruition, either. One measly letter from Uncle Sam had ripped away all his dreams, and his reality.

“Well, it’s never too late for a career change,” Major said, her tone only half teasing. “I mean, you’re only in your early hundreds. You’ve got time.”

And now, here was Major, simultaneously both reality and dream, and when she said he could be an astronomer, she had Bucky believing it.

Once their food was finished, though, Bucky couldn’t resist sliding a hand down the waistband of Major’s jean shorts, seeking out the warmth and wetness of her folds.

“Bucky!” Major sucked in a breath as she arched her back into his chest. “Fuck!” He slid two of his flesh fingers inside of her, working them in and out at a leisurely pace with one hand, while his vibranium hand pointed out the stars of one of the smallest constellations, Delphinius.

“That’s the Dolphin,” Bucky told her as she grasped onto his forearm to support herself. “The stars aren’t very bright, but the myth is that Poseidon– doll, how can you pay attention if you keep squirming like that?” He knew she couldn’t see him, so he had no need to hide the mischievous smirk that covered his face.

“Bucky,” Major whined, and god, how Bucky loved the sound of it. He brought his lips to the crux of her neck and shoulder.

“I’m trying to teach you about the stars, doll, and your mind’s completely elsewhere,” he teased. He brought his vibranium arm down to join his flesh hand, and used it to work her clit, until Major was a crying, shaking mess in his arms.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl,” he assured her as she came down from her high. He made sure to hold her close to him, loving how her whole body shook with the aftershocks of her pleasure. Pleasure that he had coaxed from her. 

“You are a bad boy, Bucky Barnes,” Major said with a laugh once she’d found her voice again. “And you definitely do not play fair.”

“If you think I’m bad now,” he offered with a grin as he kissed the top of her head, “just wait until you see how bad I’m going to be when I get you back to the Compound.”

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[emj4yart]

Calling all Oncelings! I need your help!

Greetings, Onceler fandom! Tis I, MJ, just a little guy who wants your help on a big project I'm planning!

Here's the rundown: I want to do a deep-dive video on the Lorax, from its origins to its adaptations, to the cultural phenomenon that it has become, including a HUGE dedicated section to the fandom and its history! And I need your help with it! Keep reading if this interests you :D Rough outline of topics that I'm plannning on addressing:

THE CONTENT:

The Original 1971 Book

The 1972 Short

The 2012 Illumination Movie (And what went WRONG, the cut content, analysis)

The 2015 Musical

THE IMPACT:

The Onceler Fandom's Beginnings and Early Years (2012)

Shipping (Oncest, Normaler, the like)

Onceler OCs and aus! (Possibly an OC feature from those in the fandom!)

The Lorax in Meme Culture

The Resurgances of the Fandom (2015, 2021, 2023 Tiktok Boom)

Where's the fandom at now?

It's a huge project and that's why I want you all to help me with it! What do I want your help with? At the moment this is my list!

Research and Fact Checking on the "Content" Section, especially on lesser known topics like the musical or the cut content! (Pspspsps calling the five of you who actually know what the musical is)

RESEARCH AND FIRSTHAND EXPERIENCES OF THE ONCELER FANDOM'S EARLY DAYS!! I joined this place in 2023 so I don't know much about the early days of the fandom, and I want to know SO much more than I do! I want to know the scope, everything from the in-jokes to the aus to the deoncelerization. If you've been in this fandom since 2012 I would LOVE to hear from you!

Last but not least, I want the end of this video to be a love letter to this community, sharing firsthand experiences of what the Onceler as a character and the fandom means to you! I want to conduct interviews with people over discord (which is going to be a lot less fancy than it sounds so dw, it's not going to be an interrogation LMAO)

Specifics are subject to change but one thing will stay, I want to end the video to be made out of raw Love and Appreciation for this fandom, showcasing the side of this little corner of the internet that people who brush it off as mindless cringe don't see. All I've seen from this community is love and support and I want to be the video essayist who shows it for what it is!

At the moment I don't really have much of a plan (I'm not a very good planner lol), but if enough interets garners I know it'll help me streamline my motivation and come up with a game plan!

Feel free to leave me suggestions for where to go from here, maybe give out my discord? Make a Discord Server? Maybe there's something I can do solely on tumblr? I don't know! I don't know at all how Tumblr works! Help Me! Am just a little guy!

Alright that's all from me for now gamers, if this project interests you all in any capacity or you want to help out, please reblog/reply/message/ask/howeveranythingworksonthissite to let me know! Feel free to ask me questions or whatever as well! Peace out for now ✌️

[50shadesofoctarine]

@goodomensafterdark and other people in the GO fandom,

Hey! I make free good omens content because I love sharing with you all, but I am trying to manage my finances as a 19 year old who was kicked out by their mum. I am safe, with a roof over my head, don't fret! But a little extra cash goes a long way. (At the end of this post I will show you how far.)

These are some examples of my art that you might recognise me from:

Anyway, if you're in a financial position to support me:

My commissions are open!! And my Patreon has paid tiers for $2, $5, and $7.

And if you aren't:

My Patreon has a free tier with lots of cool rewards and bonuses.

Plus, Reblogging this post is super helpful even if you can't directly donate. Maybe someone who follows you is in a position to support me.

How far does your money actually go?

Here are a few of my expenses:

Just $2 buys me a whole bag of expired bread at a local bakery. It's enough bread to keep me fed for a whole week!

My commute to work (I'm a pay-what-you-can tutor because I want to eliminate socioeconomic barriers to education. I have to take public transportation to my students' houses) costs me $10 every trip.

My internet bill is $39 a month.

$20 buys me 50 pages of the sketchbook paper I use.

Now, I am in a position where I don't need your support to pay for any part of my lifestyle. But holy fuck is it helpful. It means that I can start paying off my student loans, and that I can actually add to my savings account. (Btw, none of this is your responsibility. Don't feel obligated to maintain my financial decisions. I'm fine, I'm just giving you some insight into my life for the sake of transparency.)

Currently I make $28.75 a month from Patreon alone. I am so grateful for that. It is such a relief to have a bit of extra cash on the side, doing something I love.

If you want to know what my short term savings goal is, I want to buy a drawing tablet so that I can make comics more easily. Those can cost anywhere from 300-1000 dollars, so it'll be a while before I can afford it. Long term, I'm saving up for a deposit on a house. Is that a pipe-dream? Probably. But I'm nothing if not delusional.

Commission prices.

Patreon Link.

[honeyhotteoks]

I'm reading your ask game, and loving all your answers and how deep and thoughtful you can get to them! In general, your advice posts have been really helpful for me, too. I used to write a lot--like, a lot lot. I've won contests, been published (non-paying minor things only) and written tens of thousands of words for both fanfic and original stuff, but several years ago, I just...stopped. It's been so hard to pick it up again but for some reason, your posts and advice have been really helpful. Coupled with how much I really do love the way you write and the stories you're telling, I'm so excited to tell you that I've started writing again! (For a completely different fandom and concept.) Who knows if it'll ever see the light of day, or even get finished, but who cares? The important part is that I'm writing again and I'm so happy about it! I wanted to share and hopefully pass on some of my joy to you, since you played a part in creating it. Thank you for being so open and thoughtful and sharing that with us! And for the ask...18 and 29?

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oh my goodness this was the kindest ask to receive but also i am so so happy for you!! i know exactly what you mean, years ago i was a really active writer in other fandoms but i was struggling to finish work, and then all of a sudden i lost it. i didn’t write for years and then ateez brought it all back, so i totally know how hard that is and then how exciting it is to be inspired again 🩷

for the ask game, thanks for sending these in!!

18: if you keep them, share a deleted scene or a paragraph from a published fic:

oh my goodness i actually have a lot of these but my favorite is that i actually have a whole chapter and almost arc for aurora 2 that i decided wasn’t actually right for the characters and so that’s just fully on the cutting room floor. i have pulled dialogue lines and beats into other stories and the new arc of aurora, so i don’t want to actually post it and spoil that, but the plot is below if people find this interesting!

basically in aurora 2 i wanted (and still want) a big moment of conflict where reader is running herself into the ground working too hard and the boys make her take a step back for her health- very much like… they’ve learned from their own mistakes and won’t let her make them. in my first draft of this i was really playing with a couple of tropes that don’t fit but i particularly love writing and reading. so in the old version, she’s stressed and sick enough that she misses a period and is convinced she’s pregnant, and the panic of what that would actually mean kind of tailspins her. there’s a lot of very soft yunho and san content here when she confesses her fears, into all eight of them kind of gathering around her and being good partners while she takes a test and finds out it’s negative. hongjoong gives her a very tender lecture on working too hard and caring for herself, and actually in this scene i wrote in kind of hongjoong saying “you know we all love you” as a throw away line that just kind of rocks her. and the scene ends with her unable to sleep after lots of ot8 comfort moments, and going to yunho and san’s bedroom for comfort. they’re up too, minds racing, and they have kind of teary, emotional sex. she finally confesses she’s in love with them, and they realize… while they all want this and love each other… they can’t have a traditional relationship. it’s honestly a pain train of a scene.

it was fun to write, and like i said there’s story beats or lines i am keeping, but overall it’s too melodramatic and didn’t really work for aurora. i think i realized after writing it that the high tension moment of her being sick and the high tension moment of love confessions don’t have to be tied together like that, and the complicated feelings nine people would have over a potential pregnancy wouldn’t be as clean as everyone being supportive.

i can tell you i am pulling parts of that plot into a different work because i love a good babyfic, but i actively try to keep those things in epilogues / separate one-shots etc., because i know for many readers those plot lines are either triggering or give them the ick. it really doesn’t belong in aurora, but it was a fun writing exercise that ended up pushing me to write other stuff.

29: how easy is it for you to come up with titles

it depends on the work honestly? while i’m writing the work usually sits as “untitled {insert trope} {insert member} fic” until i’m ready to start posting and then i have to figure it out.

sometimes it’s something i’m pulling out of the fic itself like with his sweet girl, or sometimes i’m trying to make an ateez reference with something like into the aurora or across stardust. for those i usually have a keyword that i want and then i play around with it in phrases or paired words until it clicks. and then sometimes i’ll fully just reference a song or movie or whatever. the ghostface fic title, an innocent man doesn’t stand a chance, is actually a modified quote from scream so i kind of liked that subtle reference for people if they like that movie.

so i guess it’s “easy” in the sense that i just say shit out loud until something hits lmao

[dokidokitsuna]

...I just remembered I wanted to make my own statement on the AI thing. ^^;

So you've probably heard, but in case you haven't: Tumblr just sold out everyone's data to the AI trash compactors, they probably did it long before they gave us the option to opt out, and even if you do opt out they're probably still taking and using your work anyway (telling people to opt out instead of actually asking for their permission is already scummy business practice, but when it comes to AI it's functionally meaningless. :/ It's always "well, we're telling them not to use these people's data and we're hoping they'll be nice and go along with it" with no regulations or consequences if they decide to just steal everything indiscriminately...)

Despite that, I am not leaving Tumblr anytime soon. I'm looking into other sites*, but at this moment in time, I have nowhere else to go. ^^; Besides, I still like it here. When I left DeviantArt I was already getting sick of the place, having my art stolen regularly by "fans" and paradoxically getting less and less interest in my work over time. By the time the devs turned the website into eye-blinding slop with Eclipse, I was more than ready to move on.

But I still enjoy using Tumblr. I like writing long text posts that no one would bother to read anywhere else, I like answering asks, and I like the unique sense of humor and style among the users here. ^^ It would take a lot to force me out.

Also, I can take a little solace in the fact that AI-bros do not value "low-quality" art like mine. ^^; If messy cel-shaded sketches with visible pixels ever become popular, then I'll worry, but for now I think it's highly unlikely that anyone will want to wholesale regurgitate my art. If anything, I think prioritizing it in their datasets would only make them worse...and on that note, if you do have "high quality" detailed/painterly/semi-realistic art that would be targeted, I'd recommend 'poisoning' it with Nightshade/Glaze. Although I heard a rumor a while back that AI is "building immunity" to Nightshade and already learning to work around it, but I'm really hoping that was just a wishful lie from the trash compactors themselves. I haven't heard it repeated since then, so I think it's still worth a shot. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So anyway, like the post I reblogged said, I think the best thing we can do now is to make it clear that WE DON'T WANT AI ART. We don't care how easy it'll be to instantly generate thousands of hours of mindless 'content' to look at; we don't want it. Since regulation is lagging so far behind (wanna know why Disney's copyright hounds didn't shut this down on sight? Most likely, they're hoping to profit from it down the line) the only way to fight this right now is with individual litigation and consumer demand.

Don't support projects made with AI**; don't hate-watch them or spotlight them. Focus your energy on the millions of human artists who are still here, and need your support now more than ever.

*I've heard people mention moving to Twitter and/or Artstation: fam, you're jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire. ^^;;; IIRC, Arstation was one of the FIRST art sites to start flirting with AI, and Twitter has been selling off its users' data for several months already. Go there if you must, but don't go under the impression that it's "safer".

**Please keep a cool head when discussing AI art, and keep in mind that it used to mean something other than "mass theft". Artists have and still do create AI tools that are built on limited data sets with permission/compensation, that are used to aid them in their work and encourage human artistry (Vocaloids and DAW's, for instance) rather than stamp it out. Until a specific word evolves into popular use for exploitative AI, we're kinda stuck with this confusion, so remember to get the facts before you speak out.

P.S. Praying every night that this is a dumb fad that will soon die and go to the same hell as NFTs. >_< Praying every morning that the influx of AI art into its own datasets will eventually corrupt itself and make it useless. >_< >_< Praying every afternoon for both at once! >_< >_< >_< Like to charge, reblog to cast, all that

[the-bloody-sadist]

#we don't support peer preasure in this house

Love your hashtag above.

Can I ask how do you deal with hurtful comments on your fanfics from someone you consider a friend? Like I know if some stranger send hurtful comments it felt bad but damn when someone you know said the same thing it felt worse. Early this year I was kicked out and blocked from an animanga lover group when they find out that I wrote mlm fanfics from major shounen series (naruto,bnha, aot, jjk). This what they said :

“I'm convinced you must have never had friends before because all of these relationships are perfect depictions of what PLATONIC friendship is. If you want a gay story support ACTUAL gay couples like in BL & GL manga. Do you know how frustrating it is to see people move mountains for a non canon ship that’ll never happen then ignore actual gay manga’s and anime’s in BL & GL anime/manga...."

What do you think? Even until now, I'm still feeling a bit guilty for liking non canon mlm and wlw ships from shounen series. But when I found your blog and read your posts, I felt way better. Especially that answer of yours to anon who asked is it weird to love mlm& wlw more than wlm. Thanks for sharing your hard work (analysis, fanfics, arts, reviews).

Sorry for my rants and for my weird feelings.....

Ohhhh this is so precious please don't apologize for sending me this ask, I love feelings and hearing about other peoples' experiences with them and how my art/accounts have somehow been relatable because of that.

The peer pressure in fandoms is absolutely insane and convinces me that the social aspect works the same as any high school full of bullies. There WILL be mean girls, there WILL be cliques, and if you're a creator like me, you're going to be a MAGNET for like ten different types of them.

As for how I deal with hurtful comments, I was raised in an environment that constantly shamed me. I was controlled from all sides on what I could draw, write, and consume, so I'm used to being shunned by those who "love" me because of what I'm interested in! Because of this, the hate comments were what I EXPECTED going in and the positive comments were actually the things that threw me for loops. Hurtful comments only had the power to nag at me when I didn't have an audience (or friends) to bounce them off of so they wouldn't keep popping up as a "do I actually do this, though?" "am I actually bad for this?". But now they don't bother me; they give me the chance to either make a troll reply or spice up my friends' group chat for the day.

As far as a FRIEND leaving a hurtful comment??? I have so much sympathy for you. I am SO sorry they treated you that way.

When I make friends, I tell them openly what I do and to what extent. This way, I gather the type of people I want and push away those who don't. If they think it's not okay, they're silly.

Those friends who kicked you out of their little club? SILLY. They think they're so pure and moral for gatekeeping what can and can't be done with creativity and passion. They won't ever know what it feels like to live as freely as you do. In the end, their opinion is an opinion that is largely not shared by the logical, rational public. Any professional in the art/film/writing industry can tell you that much. How else are we supposed to make stories? Have a little IMAGINATION!! DAMN!

I'm saying a lot of this because it's the best thing to tell yourself when you read things that are clearly meant to make you feel shame when you haven't done a single thing wrong. Since this is Tumblr and I can ramble to my heart's content, maybe it'll help you if I also point out the specific tools that have been used in that message they sent you. Sometimes a good breakdown of tactics is all it takes to remind yourself you're not in the wrong.

"I'm convinced you must have never had friends before" AKA "you're so ignorant" - invalidating your experiences to crumble any foundation you might've had to stand on if you wanted to argue back. Starting off with this helps them cut you down so your self-esteem is lowered.

"these relationships are perfect depictions of what PLATONIC friendship is" - their opinion is being stated here as a fact, as if the entire world agrees with them and there's no other way to see it. First of all, this means NOTHING to the shipping world, since it exists largely to turn friendships into romances. Idk what they wanted to do with that one.

"If you want a gay story support ACTUAL gay couples like in BL & GL manga" - I'm not sure what kind of burn that is. SUPPORT ACTUAL GAY COUPLES LIKE THE REST OF US!! Okay snuffledumpkins. Guess nobody taught them how to MULTITASK!!! GUESS WHAT? I CAN SUPPORT ACTUAL GAY COUPLES *AND* NON-CANON GAY COUPLES, FREAK! WHAT NOW, HUH??? Being serious though, this is an attempt to define for YOU what ''''''true gay couples'''''' are (ACCORDING TO THEM), when this is an entirely fluid meaning and can be applied to whomever you'd like in fiction. This is THE PURPOSE OF FANFICTION.

"Do you know how frustrating it is to see people move mountains for a non canon ship that’ll never happen then ignore actual gay manga’s and anime’s in BL & GL anime/manga...." AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA! (inhales) AAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH imagine being so stupid that you don't know how much better LGBT representation can be in fanfiction and non-canon works than in actual BL/GL works. Imagine thinking that the only way you are allowed to enjoy BL/GL relationships is through canon couples, otherwise you're not helping the cause. Here's the biggest thing to remember: they don't give a fuck about the cause. They are using that language as a way to shame you. Oh you think these friends are in love??? You must not support LGBT people in real life. You must not support ACTUAL stories about ACTUAL gay people.

The logic jump is LAUGHABLE.

Ughhhh, what a long rant from me. But your last paragraph absolutely WARMED my heart, minus the part about feeling guilty. Let me just...[shines spotlight down on you][metal screech][picks up megaphone] YOU ARE NOT IN THE WRONG FOR WANTING FICTIONAL FRIENDS TO FICTIONALLY FUCK EACH OTHERS' BRAINS OUT!!! YOUR FEELINGS ABOUT THIS MATTER, HOWEVER, ARE VERY UNDERSTANDABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE INVALIDATED, BECAUSE BULLYING IS A DIFFICULT THING TO DEAL WITH AND CAUSES VERY COMPLICATED FEELINGS REGARDLESS OF WHAT IS RIGHT OR WRONG. YOU ARE A WONDERFUL PERSON AND YOUR FICTIONAL PREFERENCES DO NOT DEFINE YOU. BE FREE, LITTLE BIRDIE! SHIP THE MASSES OF BOYS AND GIRLS IN RELATIONSHIPS THAT ANIME LOVES TO TEASE ON PURPOSE WITHOUT ACTUALLY FOLLOWING THROUGH WITH A ROMANCE SUBPLOT BECAUSE THEY'RE COWARDS!!!! THEY CAN BE ACTUAL GAY COUPLES TOO! BECAUSE YOU SAID SO! AND THAT'S OKAY!!!!

[puts the megaphone down][coughs]

I hope that helps. :D Thank you for the ask, and much love to you! It means a lot that you appreciate my work and my analyses and my opinions enough to ask me about such a painful subject.🖤

You are, in fact, quite normal for your opinion, and my entire audience would agree.

[im-akira]

Joel Miller x F!Reader | 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 🌿

Chapter 5 : Here with me | Chapter 6 | Summary

Series Summary : Joel Miller is no longer the same man after losing his entire family, except his little brother. A few months later, after saving Ellie from the Fireflies. He now lives in a community of survivors with Ellie and her younger brother, Tommy.

He has only one goal, to ensure his own survival and that of those he loves. Until the day he crossed paths with a young woman and her son in the community. The young woman’s face was particularly familiar.

Are you and Joel strangers or are you a lot more than that ?

Warnings : Mature content angst, smut, romance, blood, violence...

Do not : Claim, Repost, Copy, or Translate my stories anywhere else.

Notes : The gif I chose will allow you to imagine the dance scene between Joel and Y/N, he grabs her hands and looks at her with an angel look. I won’t say any more, sorry !✨

I apologize in advance but English is not my mother tongue. 💙

~*.♪。★*・゜・＊♪*.♪。★*・゜・＊♪*.♪°~

It's the weekend, and every Saturday there's a party in Jackson. Tommy and Ellie had this idea together, it was validated a few weeks ago. Despite the fact that Joel is not the first to want to participate in this kind of event like this, he had promised Ellie and Tommy that he would be there.

Ellie wasn't mad at Joel anymore, of course some of her anger was still deep inside her. But that party, that night, was the kind of time she could be just a teenager enjoying a village fete. In addition, she was surrounded by people who were important to her.

She didn't want to waste the occasion.

But there was one person in particular that made her nervous, Dina. It had only been a few weeks since she had met her at a group activity in Jackson, she was the one who made the first move. Dina was someone who understood Ellie, sometimes they didn't need to communicate with words, the look was enough to say things, emotions or feelings.

That evening, the world is there. Tommy and his wife, Maria, are already here to greet the people of Jackson. There are also Ellie, Jesse and Dina and other teenagers who have joined the party. Joel also joined his brother later that evening. He moved to a corner of the room with his guitar by his side. The hours pass and it is around the Green family to enter the party.

- James stays close to his mother and looks her up and down. Y/N made a little effort to dress up for this party. Generally she did not like to be the attention of all the eyes of a place, only that of her son was enough for her. « You look beautiful, mom, tonight. »

- « What do you mean by 'tonight'? Does that mean it's not the case the rest of the time ? » Y/N smiled at the expression on his son's face. He placed his arm just behind her back to support her.

- « You know exactly what I meant. » James could feel the gaze of some men on him and his mother on the way to the party. He didn't like it, he was like his father, a great protector. Y/N was an adult, she would have handled the situation perfectly if it had gotten out of hand. Yet James still keeps an eye on her.

- « It'll be fine, James, don't worry, and let's enjoy the evening, okay ? » Y/N clings more to her son's embrace to make him understand that she is not far from him, that she will always be there. « Jackson is not the outside world, there are no infected, no bandits. I know, you will tell me, danger is everywhere, but this time please me, for me, enjoy and have fun. »

- « Okay okay, I'm going to give in and listen to you in order to enjoy this party. »

The family goes to the entrance of the reception hall. The doors are already wide open. It's quite special. James is not used to this kind of place, he didn't really have time to enjoy it when he was young. Conversely, his mother likes to be with others, the world does not bother her. Much more comfortable with company than alone.

- After entering and greeting a few people, Y/N sees Ellie in a group of teenagers further down the room. Turning to her son, she stares at him. « Why don't you go join Ellie there ? You can meet new people, there are also some members of our group. »

- James looks away from his mother, turning slightly to Ellie and the other young adults. Putting her hand on her hip, a sigh blows from her mouth. « I guess I don't have a choice anyway. I just hope I don't regret it there. » When he finished his words, his mother gave him a dark look that made it clear he had to go, it was non-negotiable.

- He raised his hands in front of him, gesturing to his mother to tell her that he apologized for his words. « I was joking, of course. » James slowly walks away from his mother to join Ellie and the others at the corner of the room. Ellie is the first to see him, she beckons him to join them in the discussion.

- A glass of whiskey in hand, Tommy talking with his wife about everything and nothing at the same time. He sees Y/N who has just arrived, she was not accompanied by her son. « Maria, would you like to join me in introducing my friend over there ? » He points in the direction with his hand holding his whiskey glass.

- « Yeah, why not. But finish that drink before you talk to your friend, honey. » Maria smiles at her husband and moves first towards Y/N.

- « Good. » Tommy quickly finishes his drink with a sip and walks right behind his wife. He stands by her side and approaches the young mother. « Y/N ! This way ! »

- Once she made sure her son had joined the others and Ellie, she had the desire to go for a drink. Nothing bad, especially if she had to stay up all night. But before she headed for the bar, a familiar voice called her name, it was Tommy. « Oh ? Tommy ! And you are ? »

- Maria reached out to the young mother with a smile on her face. She was happy to meet another woman.« I introduce myself, Maria. I’m the wife of this man you know, Tommy. He told me you already know each other. » Maria introduced herself to Y/N in a friendly way, Tommy had not yet revealed to her who Y/N really was.

- Y/N grabs Maria's hand and leaves a smile on her face too. « Delighted Maria. My name is Y/N Green. And yes, that's right, I know your husband. In fact, he was the one who agreed to our group joining Jackson. I would say he saved our lives. » - « Don’t repeat that, or he’ll become pretentious. » Tommy lets out a beating in the throat, which makes both young women laugh at his reaction. « But if not, have you come alone tonight ? »

- « I came with my son, he is with the other young people of the evening. And you, I imagine you came together ? »

- Tommy speaks after Y/N. « That's right. The idea for this party came from me and Ellie. Maria wanted to join us to finish the preparations and Joel arrived a bit later to help us with the more complicated things to set up. »

- « I see, Joel can’t join the party ? » Asked the young mother. At first glance, she didn’t see him in the room. Inside, a little sensation, she wanted him to be there tonight. She had not seen him since the last time she was stuck in bed by illness. Since then, Joel has become a ghost.

- Tommy notices the young mother's interest in his question, it's as if she needs to talk to him. « Of course. He's right over there. » Tommy shows Y/N where Joel is, he was alone in a corner of the room with his guitar next to him.

- Y/N turned his body in the direction indicated by Tommy. « Why is he left alone ? »

- Tommy lets out a light laugh. « My brother’s been like that since he was a kid. You can’t change someone’s character, unfortunately. Maybe you should ask him to dance, and maybe you can get him out of his corner and join the party. »

- Hearing Tommy confirm that Joel was her brother, gave the young mother a slight kick in the stomach. Another confirmation of the truth that she had been trying to avoid since meeting Joel. « I have no objection to offering it to him, but are you sure he will accept ? »

- « Try it and see for yourself. We're going to dance with Maria, I'm sure you'll be able to get him on stage with you. » Tommy concludes and moves away from Y/N to move towards the center of the room.

- « See you soon and be brave, Y/N. I know my husband will be right and you will succeed. » Maria moves away from the young mother to join her husband near the stage, a smile on her face.

- Joel was quietly sitting in his corner, lost in thought, cleaning the wood of his guitar with an old rag. « Thank God you're here. » Caressing the strings with his fingertips, he closes his eyes for a moment.

Joel was sitting quietly in his corner, lost in thought, cleaning the wood of his guitar with an old rag. Thank God you’re here." He was always talking to his guitar, like she was talking to him back. By squeezing the strings with his fingertips, he closes his eyes for a while.

Y/N approaches Joel. He seems… asleep ? Seeing him with her eyes closed, she hesitates to disturb him. Knowing that her husband was only a few steps away and that she could at any time break that distance and hold him for the rest of the evening… But instead, she did nothing, she looked at him.

- Joel feels a presence near him. After rubbing his eyes, he sees Y/N facing him. A surprised look is on his face having recognized the young mother. « Y/N ? What are you doing here ? »

- « Good evening, Joel. Ellie and Tommy invited me and James to this little party. » His hands were particularly sweaty, and the rhythm of his breathing was also slightly disturbed. Joel was no stranger to her and yet she still managed to feel everything about him.

- « They did well. » Joel seems to understand by her attitude that she is trying to ask him something. « You seem to have something to ask me, don't you ? » He pulls his guitar away from his legs and sets it up in the spot right next to him, near the wall of the building. Strangely, Joel was particularly calm, which surprised even him.

To tell the truth, Y/N did not want to prolong what she had to ask him. Tommy was right to push her towards him, deep down she could tell he understood something about her. Was he aware of this game between her and Joel ?

- « Would you like to come with me to dance tonight ? » She went straight to the point of her thoughts and desires. It was after a few moments of hesitation felt deep inside her that Y/N managed to make her invitation. Doubt sinks deep inside her in a fraction of a second after her request. Will he agree to come with her ?

- Joel was not expecting it at all, Y/N offered him an invitation to dance. Why was he hesitating, she was his wife after all, wasn't she? But he had been putting up barriers ever since he met her. His choice was made after a few seconds of thinking in his head. « Y/N, it's not against you. But I'm not really the best dancer to accompany you. I think it's better for you to dance with someone other than me. » He concludes by devaluing himself with his last words. Again, Joel was trying to run away so as not to hurt her and to protect her.

- Y/N doesn't want to hear another word, that night she had a wish to put this game on hold between them, at least for tonight. This distance they inflict on each other was much more heartbreaking than being locked up in hell. She takes his hand and pulls Joel to the center of the room. « Now stop saying crazy things and get into position, Joel. »

Joel's gaze was on Y/N's hands. He didn't say anything, but his body and his eyes said a lot more than he wanted to show. He hesitates and grabs the hands of the young mother and with that he then offers her one of his most beautiful smiles. Y/N immersed himself in Joel's touch, his body had not forgotten his warmth and his touch.

You could almost say he had tears in his eyes. This look they shared, she was the only woman on this earth who was lucky enough to see it and have it. Y/N got that look on their wedding day, a moment she never erased from her memory.

Joel had understood the intentions of the young mother for this evening without her even saying anything. She wanted to be able to enjoy this evening with him and no one else. Even if it wasn't for long, it was better than nothing. So he was going to do the same thing, enjoy this moment, with her. - « Joel, relax your shoulders. » Y/N keeps her hands with Joel's, laughing lightly when she sees him let go and lets out a laugh. His hands were large, rough and warm. The young mother felt all her stress through the sweat on her hands. She slowly steps closer to his ear to whisper something that only he could hear. « It's just you and me, no one else. Okay ? » His eyes never leave hers.

The room and the dance floor were full of people, so what? That night, Y/N wanted to put aside his barriers with Joel. She knows she shouldn't, he knew it too but this distance has become more and more painful every day.

He was her man, her husband, her world, her heart. And from the first day they met at Joel’s, things were so different the next days. Everyone had the same intentions, protecting each other, but love and truth seem more powerful than all their lies.

The use of words was a second option, their bodies simply came naturally and calmly. Joel tightened the grip he had with the size of Y/N a little more, just enough to bring it closer to him. - Joel will also come to the young mother’s ear to blow her answer. His tone reflects gentleness and sincerity. « No matter how long it takes, if we have to stay here all night, that’s fine with me, and as long as I’m with you, I have a smile on my face. »

Y/N did not respond, but was more than satisfied with the response. She then let herself be carried away by the rhythm of the dance, it is neither too fast nor too slow. Joel who earlier demeans himself by saying that he was bad at dancing, it's quite the opposite. Gently letting her head rest against Joel's chest, the young mother lets herself be guided.

Joel lets Y/N relax against him, his presence against his body does not bother him, it was the opposite, almost a blessing. Even after years, having him against him could only help him to be appeased. Y/N is not just a stranger, she was his wife and mother of his children. She manages to bring out sensations that Joel had long abandoned.

Even Tess couldn’t get all her feelings out of him. Joel left no door open for her or anyone else. He didn’t want to get attached to anyone.

James, Ellie and the rest of her group have moved to a corner of the reception hall so as not to disturb those dancing on stage. Some talk about everything and nothing while others watch people dance.

Arms crossed, James meditates in his corner trying to clear his mind. A light clap on his arm ends his meditation. Opening his eyes, he sees Ellie who makes him look further on stage.

- « Tell me, don't James, Joel and your mother dance over there ? »

- James lowers his arms and straightens up slightly to get a closer look at where Ellie says. He's not dreaming, they're both dancing. James is able to decipher the emotion projected on his mother's face, she is happy. « Yes, they are. »

James only observed them for a brief moment, he didn't suspect anything. He did as his mother asked him, enjoy this evening and leave worries aside. Drinking a few drinks didn’t really manage to get your head straight. Nevertheless, he again directed his attention to his group and Ellie.

- Y/N does not take off for a moment from Joel’s chest. She feels so good when she is near him, her presence reassures her. Y/N just feels safe by his side. « Thanks, Joel. »

- Joel puts his chin just above the head of Y/N, a sigh escapes. Leaving a slight silence to settle between them, Joel’s gaze is lost on the other couples present on the dance floor. « Y/N I… I am no longer the man you married that day. You’re not safe with me. » He didn’t want to break that moment, but he’s worried about it. For him, he was not a good man, he had done unforgivable things, forgiveness was not for him.

- Y/N pulled her face away from her chest in a rather quick move, hearing her say her words made her snap out of her thoughts. If she could take his face in her hands and kiss him without a word, she would but she couldn't, not here, not now. Instead, she came to place her hands on his large chest, with one of her hands placed just above his heart. All that remained was his gaze. « And me ? I could tell you the same thing, Joel. If you think you're a bad person, so am I. I am no longer the woman you married, and yet I stand before you. »

- Joel's hands pressed against Y/N's back, he didn't speak, but his gestures were enough to tell that he was listening to what she had to say. « I don't have all the details of his last years, but this world made us all what we didn't want to be, but above all, it was survival. Listen to my words, I am not afraid of the man you have become. Your son would tell you the same thing. »

- Joel continued to guide the Y/N body through the music playing in the background. « I could say all I want, put myself down as many times as I want. I couldn't change your point of view, it's always been like that between us, isn't it ? »

- « Wherever I go, I'll be home, if you're by my side, Joel. »

His reasoned words in his head, his lip trembled, he didn't want to show himself broken in front of her and the others. Joel wondered if this was reality or a bad dream. Nothing was fake, everything was real, like the love they had for each other.

This distance wanted to break things between them, the many years played a lot. Whatever it was, it turned Joel and Y/N into a version of themselves they didn't think they knew. Could he make up for lost time with Y/N ​​and James ? Would he be able to protect them despite the danger of this world ?

A few minutes later..

Here they are in the middle of the dance, due to fatigue, his legs no longer had the same strength as before and Joel stumbles unintentionally on the floor of the reception hall. Y/N tilts backwards, so he no longer controls his balance. Joel barely manages to put his foot properly on the ground. He quickly grabs Y/N by the waist and manages to regain his balance. Involuntarily, out of fear.

The young mother grabbed Joel's neck to avoid falling, she closed her eyes. What they haven't noticed at the moment is that their faces, their lips seem much closer. Y/N is so close to Joel, she can almost feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. Joel's gaze became one with that of the young mother, she could no longer leave him or even let go of his gaze.

- Y/N gently pulls her arms away from Joel's neck and steps away. « Excuse me, Joel. » Joel's arms only let go of his body when it was completely stable on the dance floor.

- Joel straightens up after giving Y/N time to remove his arms from his neck and slowly regain his balance. « It's alright Y/N, it's me who should apologize. My legs aren't as strong as they were a few years ago. »

- Y/N closes his eyes for a moment and tries to reflect on the current situation. An idea comes to mind, a smile on the face appears. « To make up for this fall, an idea came to mind. » She could see the misunderstanding on Joel’s face, it amused her.

- « I know that look and that smile too well, am I going to regret it ? »

- « You'll have to play me a song, of course, I'll let you choose the one you want. »

- « Okay, I guess I can't refuse. » Joel doesn't say a word and goes back to his corner where he was sitting earlier to retrieve his guitar. With guitar in hand, he returns to Y/N to pass her, move forward and exit the room.

Y/N understood by the outside movement, that Joel wanted to do it quietly away from others. Before she followed him to join him outside, she still wanted to warn her son of her short absence.

Her gaze quickly wandered around the room, then she found her. He was dancing with members of their group, and next door Ellie was with a young girl. Impossible for the young mother to put a name to this face.

For the first time in months, Y/N had been allowed to see a smile on James' face.

With everything that’s happened, with their band, the ups and downs, he hasn’t really been allowed to have a well-deserved break. He was always watching Y/N or the group members, his health was going on and it was normal for him because it had become a habit.

Y/N then decided to let him enjoy the evening quietly, if she wouldn't see him tomorrow morning, because he will have drunk, perhaps too much, or he will simply be sleeping at someone's house. . Whatever the reason, it didn't matter to her, because for Y/N, seeing her son flourish would only be a little bit, could only make her happy.

- « Tommy ! » She had spotted him just before she found James around the corner. The young mother had also noticed that his wife was with other people, in the center of the dance floor.

- « Y/N ? A problem ? » Tommy was sitting on chairs at the bar, Maria had gone dancing with friends of hers, leaving him alone with his whiskey in hand.

- « No, no, don't worry. But I would like you to do me a little favor. »

- « I'm listening to you ? » Tommy put his glass right next to him, adjusting his posture and his arms to place them against his chest, he was ready to listen.

- « I'm going for a walk outside with Joel. If James is looking for me, can you tell him why I'm not here? If you say no, I won't blame you, don't wor-… »

- Tommy smiled slightly at the young mother's request and slowly cut her off. Knowing that his brother was doing more than sticking around was more than enough. Besides, he wonders if Joel was going to try to do something with her. Will he tell her the truth or will he once again shirk his responsibilities ? « Go for it. It's a feat to get my brother out of his corner, so don't worry about your son, he'll get the information. »

- « Thank you so much Tommy, I owe you a debt ! » Y/N did not give her time to reply that she had already left for the exit of the building. She had picked up her coat at the reception and gone straight out hoping to find Joel quickly.

Tommy returns his gaze to the center of the room, more precisely to Maria. At the same time, she looks at him and gives him a nice smile, Tommy smiles back. He was hoping deep down that things would work out with his brother and Y/N.

It was not yet time to reveal to Joel the little secret between him and Maria, Joel was not yet ready to hear this revelation.

A few minutes later…

- The young mother is now outside, the air is rather balmy this evening. Looking to her left, she sees Joel sitting on a bench, his guitar against him. « So, did you make a choice ? »

- Joel puts his fingers on the strings of the guitar, a sweet sound comes out. « Yeah, the song is called 'Wayfaring Stranger.' »

Y/N is also sitting on the bench next to Joel. She closes her jacket, she puts her hands in the pockets of her jacket to counter the cold. The young mother is well seated and ready to listen.

Joel would play him a lot of songs over time, whenever he or she made a mistake. The arrangement between them was a song.

There were plenty of other solutions to fix the relationship issues, but Joel and Y/N decided on this together. Sometimes it didn't solve all the problems, but it was better than nothing.

Joel settles down correctly on the wooden bench, his fingers against the ropes, his breathing remaining suitably steady. He inhales a breath and lets his voice and his fingers play. The cold to give her cheeks a rather rosy tint.

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world below There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger

Y/N is completely spellbound by Joel's song. He perfectly coordinated his body with his guitar. Even over time, he hadn't lost the experience in that. He looked so peaceful and happy to be able to play her a song again.

I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me 

I know my way is hard and steep 

- A few minutes later, Joel finishes his song. He gently caresses the wood of his guitar, he is proud of himself. Joel looked up at the young mother. He couldn't describe how he felt at that moment, Y/N was filled with happiness. « I hope it was beyond your expectations. »

- Y/N is going to take one of his hands out of his jacket and put it on Joel's, specifically the one that was on the guitar. « It was beautiful, thank you Joel. You still have a very beautiful voice, know that. »

- « Glad to hear it has you more. And not I- » Faced with Y/N teasing, Joel lets out a light chuckle. He gently puts his guitar against the leg of the bench and walks away to rest his back against the back of the bench. Arms against his chest, Joel stared down at the sunrise.

- Y/N could see Joel’s lost gaze at the beauty of sunrise. He seemed lost in thought. « How are you, Joel ? »

- « I can’t describe how I feel, but I wish I could relive all the memories of the good old days, good and bad. Look at us, how we both age. » The pressure of his hands against the fabric of his jacket was stronger than before. Joel didn’t want to cross Y/N’s eyes, not until he finished saying what was on his heart.

- « All I wish now is not to let you go, to watch this sunrise together until the end of our lives without leaving this bench. » Right now, Joel was fighting. He had so much to tell her, to ask her. But instead, he chose not to think about that distance and go for it. Like Ellie and Tommy told him, if the chance comes he can't miss this opportunity to fix things.

Y/N listened to every word he said to her. It seemed so profound, that it touched the young mother deeply. Tears are added to the edge of his eyes, a few centimeters from the flow.

But she didn't say anything, instead she grabbed and pulled Joel's arms. She had a little trouble taking them off, he was getting very tense. But her body let go when Joel saw her doing her move, Y/N had something in mind.

She quietly rests her head on his shoulder without a word, bringing Joel's arm around her waist. The young mother wanted to enjoy this sunrise with him, even if it was not for eternity but just a few minutes, that was enough for her. As long as she had him by her side.

Joel let her, he was more than happy with what she had just done. He was not afraid of being surprised by anyone because they were very far from the party venue. It was just him and his wife, Joel had no words to describe how he felt right now. His arm, which was placed around her waist, tightens further, allowing him to have her a little closer to him.

It only lasted a few minutes, but for them it was as if time had stopped and they were in their own world.A world of peace, far from any danger and fear or what might await them in the days to come.

Twenty years of fighting hard to survive in this broken world, that both of them had forgotten what it was like to have someone close like that and to have this kind of moment like this.

- Then, Joel takes the floor to ask Y/N a question, breaking the silence. « Would you like to come with me on the next patrols ? »

Joel knew very well that what he was proposing was risky. This distance that he and Y/N had managed to put on throughout his last weeks was starting to gradually diminish. Whether it was him or her, they had set foot on a new path.

What they didn't know was that their choices would soon fall on them. No one will be able to stop or guess whatand arrive.

~*.♪。★*・゜・＊♪*.♪。★*・゜・＊♪*.♪°~ If you want to be marked on my future stories, let me know in the comments. Thank you again for reading ! 😊

[collegetennisoriginstory]

OK. UM. first of all, hiiii! <3 ok lemme just gush a lil bit:

1. I LOVE UR FIC OHMYGOD HOLY SHIIIIIIIT

2. god, i don't even have the slightest idea of how tennis works, but this is just so????? like?????? you know. and i kinda get how the play goes?? YOU'RE AN AMAZING WRITER GOSH.

3. i actually remembered most of the characters?? considering there's a lot of em, this is practically a miracle. again, you're goddamn amazing. i dont know how. maybe the pace is great, but definitely THE CHARAS ALL HAVE PERSONALITY/DEPTH??? like, i actually even remembered the side charas!!! mike, thalia, diego, felix, that cool ass girl in that shooting game, etc. umh just perfecto.

4. THE TENNIS MATCHES ALL FEEL SO SATISFYING!!! <3333333 omg. i feel like WUOOOOOH u know. i feel so cool playing a cool talented mc omg im loving it (i play a i-win-everything type of mc becuz im a perfectionist with a fear of failure) the matches me on edge in my seat oh gosh <3 and when u win it somehow just go WOOOOOOOH again!!! AAAAAA<3

5. aw, and of course, my beloved rivals to lovers rayyan <3333 *sigh* the slowburn.... (hes actually my first & only one. i go: ohhh tension!?!? and make a run for it. um, if it's ok to ask, is there a lot of content in the romance area as of now or in the future? like, replayability in terms of romance? im sorry if this is rude, i didnt mean to, i suck at words & i wont ask that again.)

6. FOUND FAMILY YAY! FOUND FAMILY YAY! <33333 (we genuinely lack those in the if community pls.) soulmates w/ sam. ride or die diego. very reluctant ride or die G (imma be honest, his name is just so hard so my head for some reason just go Guacamole 😭). aww tobin u very big cinammon roll ill protect u. shenanigans. & others too many to name honestly.

7. help this is just so good i had to force myself to sleep at 3am for a 7am lecture and i sat in the front rows and i put my head on the table and the fricking professor called me out ohmygod- BUT IT WAS WORTH IT GODDAMN!! ILL DO IT AGAIN IF I HAVE TO! HA! i cant wait for the next update- i'm gonna have this fic in my head for the next week oh pls noooooo. (no pressure tho. u do u author! take ur time!!! ill be here to support u, whoo!)

8.ALL IN ALL, I LOVE IT I LOVE THIS I LOVE EVERYONE I LOVE YOU AUTHOR *runs over & hug you w/ consent* <333333333333

ok. um. that's not it but if i continue it's literally gonna be an essay so i'll stop.

author. i will die for this fic. ahaahahahah. if i may ask, what's ur fav IFs? (i really, really love this one so im kinda hoping maybe u have similar taste in IFs eheh. again, im sorry if this comes as rude or insensitive.) oh uh & if my long rambles bother u, i won't send it again sorry.

<333 okok. take care of urself, dont forget to eat healthy, drink water & good sleep. have a nice day :D

Wait. I think I might have missed replying to this I am so sorry!!! It gave me so so much joy. Maybe I subconsciously did not want it to leave my inbox haha.

1. And 2 -> THANK YOU!

3. Gosh this is such a great thing to hear. There are a looot of characters, and I definitely worry sometimes that it gets to be too much, but I think the IF is getting long enough for me to give enough-ish screentime to each character... though it takes me a while to cycle back to different side characters. I cant believe you remembered the cool ass girl in laser tag! :)

4. AWESOME to hear! 🥰

5. Yup, being a character driven IF, there will be a lot of romance (or friendship) beats / moments in the IF (which is already true now). The next couple of chapters will follow the same mix of sports, school and romance / hanging out, so you should already have a sense of how much romance there'll be (it'll just keep unfolding / developing for each of the RO routes!)

6. Hehe found family is my fave trope to insert in stories as well.

7. Hahaha aww oh no fictional college life is catching up to your real college life!!

8. HUG YOU BACK (with consent)!!🤗🤗

[queers-gambit]

hiiii, if u have time can you do billy and reader running away back to california together after high school, maybe the reader decides to go to college there?? reader isn’t from there but they both just want to escape to somewhere

hi, hey, hello, i've been sitting on this one for a bit.

i hated every "imagine" or "one shot" i was writing, so, i decided to simplify it for me, hope it's satisfying enough. all my love 🖤

but the repeating themes i keep coming towards?

reader decided to go to college out in California, and maybe Billy's maternal grandparents have a condo out there that they let reader and Billy have. they feel really bad for what Neil did, they didn't know the true extent - so, when you two come around, he tells them the truth, and out of guilt, they offer the only thing they can. it's already paid for, so, like, they're cool letting y'all pay for utilities and whatever - no rent. "least we can do," they tell Billy.

wouldn't that be nice? no rent? sheesh.

anyways, it's a cute lil apartment / condo thing, and while Billy hates accepting help, his grandparents insist it'll go to him in their will anyways so he might as well take the keys now. so, fuck it, you know?

reader goes to school full time while Billy works, maybe at the local mechanics shop? just imagine that - Billy... mullet and all... overalls, grease-stained white wife beater... oh, yeah, that's a good mental image for me. yum, you know? and maybe he even gets you a part time gig as the receptionist for you to work between classes.

it would mean you two see more of one another and reader would often see Billy working. gets reader goin', yah know? vroom vroom.

anyways, reader def doesn't stay at the receptionist job 'cause of the college degree, yah know? internships and shit. so, Billy doesn't mind picking up extra shifts, he's content to support reader's dreams and aspirations, and you know what? reader turns him into a house husband eventually! he still has his mechanic job, but it's mostly part time after reader graduates and gets their first big-time job.

that money upgrade? lord, have mercy! and no rent? all there is to do is SAVE money! oh, it must be nice!

anyways, wife him up, yah hear me? reader is the breadwinner, but that's only 'cause Billy held it the fuck down during reader's schooling. no matter how long it took, he was happy to see his lover working hard. and sure, yeah, there's years of turmoil and fighting and disagreements, but life gets really good after that 'cause all Billy needs is consistency.

anything outside of that isn't really okay with him. Billy's used to things being so shitty that when reader's busy with school, it makes him uneasy. part of the reason he got you the receptionist job, you see? he likes physically seeing you, it comforts and assures him, but it also was a routine for him. he knew your work schedule and just had to adjust to your school schedules. poor boy loses his shit after the first semester because classes change in the spring and fall and he *just* got used to the first semester schedule.

however, being in Cali really helps. it's his neck of the woods, it's where he's confident, so, eventually, he learns that while you're in school, he has to make the effort in the relationship. it takes a lot of work on his end, and Billy's not used to that, so he has a difficult time adjusting but for his lover? he'll make do. y'all establish a life there, a routine, a home - and eventually, you move out of the condo for a "starter home" because now? that you've graduated? yeah, Billy's ready for marriage.

never thought he would, but after he realized you had given up your entire life in Hawkins to move with him back to Cali? the boy is considering something long-term. something committing. something permanent. so, literally only 3 months after you start your new job, Billy's posing the question - just to get a feel for the feelings surrounding marriage. he likes where things are, doesn't really wanna shake things up, but when reader's like "yeah, i'm down," he's getting a ring and running to the courthouse.

it's simple, it's official. it's the way things are supposed to play out.

[daddyboyhalo]

Hey! I saw your post where you expressed how you were feeling these days, and I want to give you all my support. I agree that this is a very difficult time, being this involved in something and it being turn around in just a few days, changing everything about it... Personally I struggle a lot with the fact that the other streamers, and mostly communities, are kinda "allowed" in a sense to just continue as it was? It might not be very clear but in a lot of discord servers and all people are not AT ALL up to date to the admins stuff, and are just enjoying their daily qsmp stream. I'm not blaming anyone, every streamer takes the matter how he wished, and playing doesn't mean working on things, but I guess it feels a little unfair in a sense? like Phil saying Chay and Tallulah admins are well and waiting to come back stings a little after seeing pomme and dapper leave :( It's hard to feel happy for this when you have the short end of the stick I guess

And the French might be a little too forceful on the ccs ; they are obviously not ready to talk about it, and waiting to talk to Q, but bagh and antoine still said that they watched the awards. I am quite uncomfortable with everyone assuming they will just leave when most of them didn't even had time to look more into the matter, Antoine being on holidays, baghera on her dance show, and etoiles having health related issues... I'm just afraid that it will put pressure on them while the other ccs are kinda free to not talk about it you know?

But yes, I personally try to focus on my uni work, to go out a little, to watch other content. For me the hardest is definitely the fact that all of this happened while etoiles had to take a break. I'm very happy that he's doing it, since he needed it. But since he is my main streamer since a few years, going from having him in the background for hours and hours to nothing during now three weeks was hard, especially in a time when I wanted to change my mind. I kinda felt like an orphan lmao, and hearing that he a was going to the hospital every day, still made me sad despite it making me happy that he was getting treatment. He wanted to come back soon but a said he had a relapse in his health two days ago :( My only wish right now is to see him get better, and stream when he'll feel well ! But yes it's rubbing me the wrong way that ppl are assuming "etoiles will boycott, he'll do this, that" when the guy is really not well, the qsmp is not is priority at all these days...

Sorry for the long text, but your feelings spoke to me and I also felt the need to vent a little, sometimes it's better than just keeping things for yourself, you are free to ignore this!

Hope it'll get better for everyone <3

-🦦

aw anon no worries, i’m glad you were able to vent here!! ; ; sorry for the late response, i’ve been incredibly busy, but: i agree, i really don’t like when people put expectations and pressure on a cc to take a specific action, ie boycott, especially when they’re going through it outside of the server. it might be that people just don’t realize, because i actually didn’t quite know how etoiles was feeling and struggling since i haven’t been keeping up with his streams for awhile and don’t really use twitter, so i wasn’t aware until i looked into it more. i really wish the best for etoiles and can imagine how that feels with him being your main streamer!! ; ; the person who’s comforted you so much without even realizing it is struggling, and that’s not a good feeling. but i’m glad you’ve been focusing on uni and getting out, focusing on other content, because those are all important coping mechanisms and can make it just a bit less painful! you have my full support too!

and yeah, it really does short when we get the short end of the stick here; i was both comforted that chayanne and tallulah’s admins are doing well and just… i’m not sure of the right word, but bitter knowing that some people were treated well and others weren’t? i also worry with that being the only perspective some people get that they’ll assume that must mean everything is fine when it’s not true. honestly, i wish i was just a casual viewer for example watching qsmp with no knowledge of what’s going on and that my enjoyment could just continue as normal, but instead the burden of knowledge and loss stings and aches so badly. it gets to be business as usual for some but for others it’s this horrible loss and grief, and it causes such a dissonance—“like, do you guys not see the dead and dying on the floor? am i going crazy? why are you walking straight through them?”. don’t mind my own rambling, but yeah anon, we’re in this together :(

[astra-ella]

𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

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The third time he confessed was not long after – on an unassuming day at the beginning of their third year.

After the divorce, Chiyo’s mother got an offer for a relatively well-paying job in the heart of Tokyo while her father barely managed to land a typical white-collar job a little over an hour away. He made just enough to support himself and his children. But Japanese work culture was brutal, with long grueling hours and the pretty much obligatory after-work drinking party, it didn’t leave him much time to be with his kids. 

That’s why Chiyo came back. She couldn’t move to Tokyo with her mother, knowing that she’d leave her younger sister, who was only seven at the time, to pick up the slack.

It was a lot at first, trying to juggle her school and home responsibilities. She did all of the cooking and cleaning, alongside taking care of her younger siblings. After school, she would run around like a madman, trying to make it in time to pick up her brother from kindergarten before meeting her sister at the local elementary school. But things became a lot easier during her third year, once her brother moved into first grade at the same elementary school.

So that day, just like she did for the past month or so, Chiyo headed to the elementary school to pick them up. But when she got to their usual meeting spot, her little sister was nowhere to be seen.

“Sis!” Standing under the big traffic mirror, a little boy waved at her.

“Kaito,” Chiyo smiled. “How was school today?” 

“Good. We played volleyball in gym class today, and I was the best in the class!” He said proudly.

“That’s great,” she gave him a little pat on the head before glancing around. “And Hotaru? Where is she?”

“I dunno,” Kaito shrugged, and Chiyo’s brows furrowed.

“What do you mean? Wasn’t she here when you got here?”

He shook his head. “Nope. She probably just went back in to grab something,” he pouted, twiddling with his fingers. “She’s stupid.”

Chiyo pinched his nose. “Don’t call your sister stupid, Kaito,” she chided before breathing a sigh. “Alright, let’s wait a bit, I guess.”

So they waited. Five minutes passed — ten, then fifteen. Chiyo exchanged a few nods with some parents she recognized, and Kaito waved goodbye to a few of his friends — but there was no sign of Hotaru.

Chiyo glanced up, noticing the dark clouds that began to gather above. She suddenly remembered that the weather forecast predicted a storm would be rolling in late that afternoon. Not wanting to get caught up in the rain, Chiyo figured it’d be best to head in and look for her sister.

Taking Kaito along, Chiyo found Hotaru’s homeroom teacher still in the classroom, packing up her things.

“Amari-san?” The teacher hummed thoughtfully. “She ran out right when the bell rang. Could she have gone home?”

“No, we usually meet right outside the school gates.” Chiyo frowned. She pressed her lips together, trying her best to remember if Hotaru mentioned going anywhere when someone knocked on the classroom door. 

A little girl dressed in a gray jacket walked in. “Hayashi-sensei, I forgot my pencil case in my desk.”

“Oh, Ito-san! Perfect timing,” the old woman readjusted her glasses. “Did you know where Amari-san ran off to? Her siblings are looking for her.”

“Hotaru?” Upon a closer look, Chiyo recognized her as one of her sister’s friends. “She said she was going to see her mom today. She was so excited, it’s all she’s been talking about.”

“What?!” Chiyo’s eyes grew wide “I’ve never heard anything about this!”

“But Hotaru said you guys were saving on money for the trip,” the little girl looked a little confused. “She said it’s why she couldn’t buy lunch.”

Chiyo felt like she had been doused in a bucket of cold water. Now that she thought about it, Hotaru had been exceptionally hungry every time she came home from school for the past few weeks. She had chalked it up to her sister nearing a growth spurt, but based on her friend’s words, it’s very possible Hotaru has been saving her lunch money towards travel funds in order to visit their mother. 

Chiyo’s stomach dropped.

“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath. Her hands ran through her hair, unwittingly pulling at it. “She’s trying to get to Tokyo.” She then snapped her attention to the little girl, holding her by the shoulders. “Did she mention how she was gonna get there?”

“Not really,” the girl in the gray jacket shook her head frantically, looking slightly terrified. “She just said she had to go catch the bus.”

“She probably took the number 12 bus,” the old woman chimed in. “That takes you to Sendai Station, which should get you on the JR train to Tokyo. Oh but,” she looked up at Chiyo. “I think all the bus services will be shut down soon.”

“Really?” Chiyo’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Yeah, because of that storm coming in later today. It’s too dangerous to drive in that kind of weather.”

Her eyes lit up. There was still hope.

“Come on, Kaito. Let’s go!” She immediately grabbed her younger brother, who was far too busy exploring the magic of a fourth-grade classroom to notice the chaos unfolding around him. 

“Wait, where are we going?” The boy protested to no avail. “We haven’t even found Hotaru yet!” 

But Chiyo didn’t bother to respond. Instead, she murmured a quick ‘thank you’ to the teacher and little girl before hurrying out of the classroom.

Nishinoya was on his way home with his friends, munching on a popsicle when he saw her. He thought it was his lucky day. Coach ended practice early to ensure everyone could get home before that nasty storm could hit. So he said a quick goodbye to his teammates and hurried over to her.

She was standing by a bus stop, her index finger hovering down the list of the stations the bus was scheduled to stop at. Beside her was a little boy, whom he assumed to be her little brother. 

“Chiyo, I’m tired.” He heard the boy whine.

He figured she must've gotten lost trying to navigate the area. He thought that this could be his chance to swoop in and help her like a knight in shining armor would. But as he got closer, he noticed something was off.

“Hey, Amari!” Nishinoya greeted her as casually as possible. “What’s up?”

Chiyo met his gaze, and Nishinoya realized he was right. She had an expression like the world was ending.

“Nishinoya,” her voice cracked.

Beside her, the little boy tugged at her sleeve. “Sis, who is that?”

“He’s… my classmate.”

“Yo!” With a big grin, Nishinoya then crouched down in front of him. “The name’s Nishinoya Yuu. Nice to meetcha, buddy!” He extended his fist, to which the boy gladly returned with a fist bump.

“I’m Kaito,” he replied before cocking his head to the side. “Nishinoya, are you the same age as my sister?”

“Yeah, why?”

Kaito glanced back and forth between Nishinoya and Chiyo. “Then why are you shorter than her?”

Nishinoya swore he heard something snap. “Excuse me?! What did you just say?!”

“Kaito, you shouldn’t say that to people,” Chiyo hurried to scold her little brother. “It’s rude.”

As much as Nishinoya didn’t want to admit it, the kid had a point. Chiyo was now about an inch and a half taller than him, courtesy of girls hitting their growth spurt earlier. But Nishinoya knew one day, he would be taller than her.

One day. 

Setting aside his disgruntlement for later, he cleared his throat. “So, what are you guys doing out here? I thought you lived in the other direction?”

Chiyo pressed her lips together.

“We’re looking for my sister,” Kaito told him. 

“Your sister?”

“Our other sister,” Chiyo elaborated. “It’s a long story, but I think she ran away from home.”

“What?!” Nishinoya nearly dropped his popsicle. “Wait, how old is this kid? Where the hell is she going?”

“She’s nine,” Chiyo said. “And I think she’s trying to run off to Tokyo, but the buses are out of service right now.”

“Ah, ‘cause of the storm,” Nishinoya hummed, studying the dark clouds that were rolling in at a steady pace.

“I checked every bus stop in the nearby area. If something happens to her, I… I-!”

From the corner of his eye, Nishinoya saw Chiyo’s hands clench onto the hem of her skirt. She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

“Alright then!” He shouted, quickly finishing his popsicle in two large chomps before looking her directly in the eye. “I’ll help you look for her. In the meantime, you and Kaito should head home.”

“What?” Chiyo looked surprised. “Wait, you don’t need to-”

“You guys haven’t been home since school let out, right?” He pointed to their bags and school uniforms. He then thumped his chest, gesturing to the much more comfortable t-shirt he changed into after practice. “Just leave it to me.”

“But there’s a storm coming soon!” Chiyo reasoned. “You’ll get caught in it!”

“Oh, that’s true,” he thought about it for a moment, then fished his cell phone out of his bag. “Here, gimme your number.”

“What?” 

“Text me your address and take my stuff with you. I don’t want my volleyball shoes and stuff to get wet.” He opened his phone, creating a new contact entry for Chiyo to put her number in before handing his phone to her. “Trust me. I’ll bring your sister home safe and sound.”

Her weary eyes darted between his phone and him. “I don’t want you to go through so much trouble for me.”

“What’s wrong with doing something for the girl I like?” He retorted with a cheeky grin. 

At his confession, Chiyo’s cheeks suddenly tinted a bright red. “Nishinoya-!”

“I like you, Amari. So let me try and act cool in front of you, yeah?” 

Chiyo looked like she didn’t know how to respond. Her lips parted, probably about to make another attempt to resist his help, when Kaito pulled on her sleeve again.

“I wanna go home,” he said quietly. 

In the face of her brother’s request, Chiyo seemed to have lost all will to fight. She quickly entered her number into Nishinoya’s phone and gave it back to him in exchange for his school bag. 

“Please be careful,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear, and Nishinoya felt like his heart was about to burst.

“Don’t worry. She’ll be back before you know it.” Leaving her with one last reassuring look, he then ran off.

“Chiyo, is that guy your boyfriend?” He faintly heard Kaito ask.

“N-No! He’s not!”

Nishinoya smiled.

One day.

Nishinoya scoured the area, double-checking all nearby bus stations and even dropping by the elementary school for a more thorough search. No sign of any girl matching the picture Chiyo sent over by text. 

The sky was already tar-black by that point, and the rain came in a downpour. Water soaked through the soles of his sneakers, making those squelching wet smacks as he continued running through the empty streets. He mentally cursed himself for not bringing a jacket, but in hindsight, any jacket would’ve given up on keeping him dry long ago. He made sure to keep moving, as that was the only thing still keeping him warm. 

He wondered where the girl could be. Sure, when he was little and his sisters’ teasing became too much, he used to have those ‘runaway’ phases too. But these moments were nothing more than locking himself in the bathroom and pouting until one of them apologized or coaxed him out with food.

He was just about to run past a local park when he suddenly noticed a red backpack on the ground. It stuck out like a sore thumb underneath the blue playground set. Figuring it couldn’t hurt to check, he approached the playground and took a peek under the slides.

There, sitting on a little plastic table with her knees to her chest, was a girl that matched the photo exactly. 

“Hey, you’re Hotaru, right?”

The little girl met his gaze with the same deep blue eyes as her sister.

“Who are you?” Her voice was hoarse, like she had been crying. 

“My name’s Nishinoya Yuu, a friend of your sister,” Nishinoya said, taking a seat beside her on the plastic stool. He knew Chiyo introduced him as just a classmate earlier, but that could be changed with time. “She’s really worried about you, you know?”

Hotaru looked away.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Mommy and daddy said I shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

“Wha-? I just said I know your sister!” He took out his phone and pulled up his very brief text history with Chiyo. “See? We’re friends!”

“Oh,” Hotaru hummed in disinterest. “Don’t tell her you found me. I don’t wanna go home.”

Nishinoya raised an eyebrow. “Amari said you were trying to run away to Tokyo. What’s up with that?” He asked as he leaned back in his seat. “I mean if you wanted to go see the Skytree or something, I don’t blame you. I just don’t think running away from home is the best way to do it.”

At the mention of Tokyo, Hotaru’s lips began quivering. She pulled her legs closer, if that were even possible. “I wanted to see mommy,” she murmured.

“You mom?” Nishinoya repeated and Hotaru nodded. 

Now that he thought about it, there was a rumor going around class that Chiyo’s parents got a divorce. He remembered there was about a month or so during their first year when she was exceptionally quiet, but he didn’t know her well enough at the time to make a judgment.

Guess that rumor was true.

“When mommy and daddy split up, mommy only took Chiyo,” she continued. “But then Chiyo came back and mommy went to Tokyo, and I haven’t seen her since.” She buried her face in her knees as her body began shaking violently. “Why didn’t mommy take me too?”

Watching as the little girl beside him broke down into a series of sobs and hiccups, Nishinoya patted her on the back.

He didn’t really know what to say. He himself sort of experienced a similar situation, with his parents leaving both him and his sisters with his grandpa in the countryside while they went to work in the city. But Nishinoya didn’t really think much of it; perhaps it was because he never actually grew up with them. Sure, he’d miss them, especially on the days following their departure post-holidays. But his grandpa always made things fun, to the point where it wouldn’t really bother him.

His gaze wandered to the side, taking in the sights of the late spring flowers drooping under the weight of the raindrops. Then, he took a deep breath and turned his attention back to her.

“I’m sure your mom will come back for you,” he said in the most reasonable tone he could muster. “Right now, she probably just needs time to get used to Tokyo. But once she settles down, she’ll come back for all three of you.”

Hotaru peered up at his question, staring at him with glossy eyes.

Nishinoya smiled a little. “But no matter what, I don’t think running away is the right thing to do. Just like how you miss your mom, your sister misses you too. She’s super worried about you,” he said, gently ruffling her drenched hair. “So let’s get you home, and we can all wait for your mom together, okay?” His right hand reached out towards Hotaru while his left remained on his lap, clenched tight.

The silence that followed felt like it lasted a decade. Nishinoya was never really good at comforting people. He was always more of a “take the bull by the horns” type of person, after all. But in this situation, there wasn’t really anything to take, so he could only say whatever was on his mind and pray that his words struck a chord.

His prayers were soon answered, however, when Hotaru unwinded from her defensive ball curl and grasped his hand. She sniffled, but quickly wiped away the snot with her sleeves.

“Together?” She looked at him expectantly. “You’ll wait with us?”

“Yeah!” Pulling her off the table and onto her feet, Nishinoya nodded with a wide grin. “I’ll wait with you guys til your mom comes back.”

Hotaru’s eyes flickered down to her feet, and she pressed her lips together.

“Okay,” she nodded. “Let’s go home.”

Mentally patting himself on the back, Nishinoya reached down to grab her red backpack. He then took out his phone to pull up their home address when Hotaru’s stomach let out a loud rumble.

“I’m hungry,” she murmured, and Nishinoya laughed heartily.

“Let’s hope your sister has snacks ready when you get home then!”

Sure enough, by the time they got to the Amari residence, Chiyo had piping hot food ready for both Hotaru and Nishinoya. That was the first time Nishinoya’s ever tried her home cooking, so it was definitely worth all the trouble. 

But before anyone could eat, they spent a good ten minutes or so in the foyer where the Amari sisters spent crying their eyes out. Chiyo hugged Hotaru, scolded her, then hugged her some more. She then wrapped Nishinoya in the tightest embrace he’s gotten in a good while and proceeded to mutter incoherent words of, what he assumed to be, gratitude. 

Maybe it was because she was literally crushing his bones, but his heart hurt.

That was the first time Nishinoya had ever seen her cry.

And as long as he could help it, he never wanted to see it again.

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[demonslayedher]

Hello!! It’s such an honor to find myself in your ask box. Your work actually helped inspire me to make my own tumblr and AO3! Thanks for giving us such wonderful content! :D <3

My question today: How did Akaza retain his spot as an upper moon when he has such a low appetite? Muzan, Douma, and pretty much everyone else keep insisting that eating lots of humans is essential to building strength. Poor Kyogai even got booted from the ranks once he couldn’t bear to eat any more. But despite Akaza’s apparent inability to eat nutritious women and his preference to gain power through training, he was allowed to keep his spot and even given a special pardon from Muzan. Why do you think this is? Is the whole gaining-strength-mainly-through-training thing an ability that is special to Akaza? Could that be interesting enough to Muzan for him to forgive Akaza for having a weak stomach? Or is this just straight up favoritism because he’s loyal and does good work? I’ve always been confused at how he was able (and allowed!) to keep up with his fellow Moons, because they certainly all eat plenty.

Keep up the good work we appreciate you lots!! :D

Tumblr and AO3?? That is an honor! Thank you for joining the rocks I live under on the fandom internet, I hope you have fun! And thank you for your interesting posts thus far!

As for our favorite gym bro Akaza keeping his spot among the Upper Moons, he perhaps started with way, way, way more Muzan Juice than someone like Kyogai did. Akaza's always had such a focus on training as a means of getting stronger than I think it really does have as powerful an affect as Nezuko's sleeping, for as Daki noted, Nezuko's regenerative abilities were on par with or even faster than Upper Moons. However, we don't know that Akaza lacks an appetite in the first place. Unlike Nezuko he's never had a reason to hold back from eating someone who looks appetizing, and especially in his early days, I'll bet he ate plenty. However, overtime, Akaza has put more faith in his own strength and training, and sets his sights on someone else with a similar attitude, Kokushibo. Kokushibo likes this spirit in Akaza and let him live after he lost their battles (instead of absorbing him like he did with other loser demons), like professional courtesy between martial artists. Kokushibo's problems with Akaza are in his professionalism, not with his lack of eating humans. He's recognized Akaza as having potential as a worthy opponent, whether or not Akaza eats a lot of humans, because by this point, Akaza just doesn't need to. He's not like some lowly Lower Moon who needs to try to do something as crazy as eat over 200 people at once before he's even got a chance of challenging an Upper Moon.

Douma is more like our resident health supplement salesman and I'll bet he's never touched a dumbbell. Although Douma wholeheartedly believes that women are more nutritious because their bodies can support the growth of other human beings, that doesn't necessarily mean he's right. Also, what's most nutritious and beneficial to one demon might not necessarily be the sort of nutrition good for another demon's needs, like who knows, maybe the Snake Demon didn't just enjoy the flesh of babies, but they were easily for her to digest or something. The one common rule is that the stronger and healthier your food the stronger and healthier it'll probably make you, and if you're a strong enough demon to catch and eat a Pillar, that'll probably make for a really good protein shake.

See here for much, much more thought on how eating humans actually works and benefits demons, but even though this is the normal pattern of how demons get stronger, I don't think Muzan cares if Akaza isn't eating humans so long as he's strong anyway. It's annoying that Akaza is such a sissy when it comes to women, but like you said, it probably is straight up favoritism because he’s loyal and does good work. You know, except for that lack of blue spider lily results. Akaza's still an easier underling to have around than Douma, even if Douma is technically stronger.

Could Akaza overtake Douma, and perhaps even Kokushibo if he chowed down more on people, like the Pillars he's killed? While this could certainly help, by this point he's developed his own constitution to be so oriented toward physical training that perhaps digestion isn't even his strong suit (unlike Douma, that show-off who doesn't even need to use his mouth). It make not be that he can't eat, like how Kyogai found his limits, but it just takes more energy than its worth when he could better spend that on training. As for Akaza's eating preferences, he know he likely avoids eating women, and I could see him punching the head off some guy abusing his wife and then nonchalantly eating that guy while the wife runs off screaming, but what I truly wonder if he would had eaten Kyojuro is given the chance. It may be that he'd have seen this as a way for strong people he knew to live on, like mementos of their fights (but this feels like a very Douma style of looking at it), but on the other hand, he may have had too much respect for them and professional courtesy to have found them appetizing. Tanjiro, though, yeah, he'd probably had taken a big bite out of his brains just 'cause he hated him. Not that he'd gain much from eating a weakling like that, though! Eating people of that caliber is probably just like staying hydrated, not a proper meal. But again, this is all guesswork on his actual eating habits!

[thestars-shinebright]

Intro!!!

"I so badly want to say, 'would you like a cup of tea?' But... You know how it is." - Asgore, Undertale.

Hey guys! It's the Desk of Asexuality here, and this is my intro!

I use she/he/they pronouns, and I'm asexual (if that wasn't already clear, haha)and biromantic! You can call me Luna, Dave, Matthew, or Alto! My main interests are Undertale, Deltarune, the SCP Foundation, and Five Nights at Freddy's!

I'm here to write one-shots and such for my fellow asexuals, as I've noticed that the internet doesn't have much for people like us (and by that I mean almost anything and everything is sexualized). :(

[[This is NOT gate-keeping!! Allosexual people are allowed to read my works and interact with my page!!!]]

I do take requests! Don't ever be afraid to request something or ask me a question! I'm always open for communicating with you guys!

I write:

One-shots

Headcanons

Canon X Reader

Canon X Canon

Platonic

Romantic

Family Figure

Angst (occasionally)

Hurt-Comfort

Fluff

Etc.

I write for:

Undertale (No AUs though, sorry :()

Deltarune

Friday Night Funkin' (Although the only mod I will write for is the Hex mod, as it is the only one I am familiar with :))

Pico's School (A more niche, and quite frankly, controversial game. I will make it clear now that I do not support or condone anything that occurs in the game.)

Five Nights at Freddy's and the books surrounding it.

Gravity Falls

KinitoPET

That's Not My Neighbor

Amphibia

Psychocuties/ПСИХОНЯШКИ (I am aware that this source of media and its creator are considered problematic. The same statement made for Pico's School stands for this as well.)

SCP Foundation (The SCP Foundation is a very extensive universe, and while I love it sooooo much, I'm not familiar with very many characters. The list of characters I'll write for is listed below. The list will hopefully get longer as I do more research :))

Dr. Agatha Rights

Dr. Alto Clef

Professor Kain Pathos Crow (only platonically!)

Dr. Charles Gears

Dr. Jack Bright

Dr. Theron Sherman (If Dr. Sherman has stated that he is uncomfortable about such works being written about his character, let me know, and I'll take him off of my list!)

SCP-035

SCP-049

SCP-166 (only platonically!)

And maybe a few other things I might've forgotten, haha!

Keep in mind that "fanfiction for asexuals" means that asexuality is applied to the reader and the character if it is a Canon X Reader situation. The requester can ask for as much emphasis on asexuality as they wish, but it won't be a huge deal or take up most of the plot. The whole point in this page is to write fanfiction and such with a lack of sexual content for those who are uncomfortable with it, like me, and for people to feel like they're seen, even if just a bit, because I know lots of asexuals out there wish they were represented more.

If I am writing for Canon X Canon, there will simply be a lack of sexual content, because I know that Canon X Reader is what a lot of people might come for and look for an emphasis of asexuality in. Canon X Canon things I write might mention a character being ace here and there, but it won't really be a huge deal.

Also! Most one-shots, headcanons, etc. won't be all colored up like this unless requested for, so don't worry! :) It'll only be like this maybe if I'm just posting something outside of requests, fanfiction, etc.!

I usually write in the third person, and I do not refer to the reader as "you". I apologize if that drives any of you away :(

I hope that my writing can be consistent, and I stay active! Sorry if I do become inactive. TvT

Have a wonderful day!

"To my people, I am a hero... To you? I'm the bad guy!!" - Chaos King, Deltarune.

[pleasestaywithmedarling]

Author Ask Game

Thanks for the tag @starlit-hopes-and-dreams!

I'll gently tag @verkja, if you'd like, cause I am SO excited that I should finally have time soon to start reading your work, and I'd love to hear more about it if you're down! And of course, anyone is welcome to jump in; please tag me if you do!

I only have one fic on this side of the internet, so this will all be about my WIP Sin of Purity, Purity of Sin.

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

I personally don't vibe with the idea of writing "lessons." I guess the ideas that have been sticking out to me the most have probably been guilt and innocence, and the way the past can recontextualize the present and vice versa. But that's just me; I'm sure anyone could read this and see something completely different.

Or maybe we're all just here for the whump :)

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

Disclaimer: I have nothing at all against any religion that is not causing anyone harm; there are obviously a lot of wonderful religions and religious people in the world, and I 100% support that.

That being said, the key feature of the worldbuilding in this fic is the official religion of the kingdom, and that was very much inspired by my own wildly toxic religious upbringing. Before I started writing, I didn't really bother to plan out what most writers would consider the basic features of a fantasy world--I don't think I even got around to naming the kingdom the story takes place in until maybe a half-dozen chapters in. But I had worked out a lot about the fundamental theology and practices of the worship of Vato, the way the temple system is organized, the relationship between the temple and the culture and subcultures of the kingdom, the doctrines and practices that are basically arbitrary or just make no sense, etc. And all of it draws pretty heavily from my own experiences with the type of churches that I grew up in.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

Okay so the obvious answer is that Anden and Kiri are both trying to gain their freedom. But Anden would prefer to achieve that by his own strength--he doesn't like feeling weak, and to him being forced to rely on others can sometimes feel like weakness. And Kiri...I think Kiri would prefer the temple simply have a change of heart and let them go lol

If there's anything that I'm trying to achieve with them, I guess it's just the catharsis that I personally get from watching them suffer together the different ways that they're growing, both individually and together.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

No idea! The events of the story are all mapped out, but I'm letting myself just experiment and have fun with this fic, and I'm really trying to embrace serialization rather than try to match the pacing of a typical novel. I would say that the chapter I'm currently working on is right at the midpoint of the narrative arc--if that term even applies to my unstructured mess of a plot--but that may or may not mean I'm at the halfway point in terms of the chapter count. The back half of the second act could end up stretching out a good half dozen chapters, or for all I know it'll only take, like, two. And how long will the third act be? Who knows? Not me!

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Unusually for me, this is an original. I will probably just keep in here on tumblr; idk if I'd want it on my AO3 account with my fanfiction--it feels odd to me to mix the two.

When and why did you start writing?

I started this one I think about a month and a half ago--it has not been long! Tbh I'd had a pretty awful summer, and I'd been getting back into reading whump as a form of escapism. Had the idea for this one, and I realized it would do me a lot of good to have an outlet just making something I want to make, just cause I want to make it, and not worry about how good it is or what other people think about it. This is easily the most self-indulgent work I've ever written, and it makes me so happy to hear that anyone else is enjoying it too!

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

Idk, you do you!

Oh gosh I hate doing these because I am SO forgetful and I feel like I always leave off a favorite blog! But here's a sampling of writers whose works I've been really enjoying this past year: @i-can-even-burn-salad, @little-peril-stories, @clairelsonao3, @dont-touch-my-soup, @whumpcereal, and of course @starlit-hopes-and-dreams who I guess I'm tagging twice in one post!

Blank questions below:

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

When and why did you start writing?

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?