#bean writes

[greensbeanspotatoestomatoes]

On John Doe and Stress

It’s something small that Arthur does. A habit that most people wouldn’t notice. Something inconspicuous but powerful.

Arthur plays piano when he’s nervous. 

Obviously not the actual instrument, that would be unmanageable given the situations they find themselves in. But Arthur goes through the motions of pressing the keys onto his thigh or arm when he feels uneasy. 

It’s small, and calming, and something John can distinctly feel in the vagueness between where he stops and Arthur begins. 

Slender fingers gently tap against their upper arm during the wait for a taxi. The pattern doesn’t follow any rhythm John can discern. In fact he only recognises it is a pattern after the third repeat. It’s something that belongs solely in Arthur’s mind, a small hold out from a time when his life was mostly normal. 

…John wonders if it is her song that brings him comfort. He remembers the tinkling tune that came from the music box, despite all that preceded and came after it. 

He knows Arthur believes it was her lullabye that brought him back. John doesn’t know if he wants to correct that thought. It’s nice, to hold onto the idea that he owes her more than just keeping her father alive. That he can string another hook in the weave that is John Doe and attach it to another reason to be. Latch on to a part of the same thing that drive’s Arthur so much.

If he thinks back to all the times Arthur has played the piano in his presence, its always had the same effect. Even the first time, when it was nothing but a ploy by John to get him to calm down. It worked. It settled Arthur’s mind and nerves. It always has.

So when John feels the tapping at the back of his hand in the back of the taxi, it's nothing particularly new. 

Except the closeness.

Mostly, when he can feel Arthur's tapping, it's just the impressions near their elbow. Where John can't quite control anything, but still has some sensation. 

It's never been this… blatant before. 

Arthur drums out the first couple of imaginary notes with his right hand, the part he’d been playing previously. But when his piece gets to the lower notes, his left hand does not complete the melody.

“Ah! John I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—”  

Arthur tries to pull his hand back away, perhaps feeling embarrassment of some kind. John, however, feels an unexpected pang shoot through him. He suddenly, maybe desperately, does not want this contact to break. There's something special to this moment. It’s a chance for John to be of help to Arthur. There’s something to the song too, a need for Arthur to finish playing it.  Before Arthur can move his hand too far, John snags it back. 

“It’s alright Arthur,” he says, totally calm and cool,  “I… I don’t mind.”

Arthur slowly starts tapping the piece again, the motions slightly more deliberate.

The sensation is a bit odd. The soft points of pressure are unlike anything John has experienced before. It’s not unwelcome.

Eventually he can feel Arthur begin to relax, the movements of his hands less tight, less purposeful. 

Tentatively, when the piece seems finished, John reaches out to thread their fingers.

There’s a small twitch at the corner of his vision, a minor tightening of cheek muscles. It’s nice to know when Arthur is smiling. It’s nicer still, to be the cause of that smile.

John notes the point Arthur’s thoughts have drifted back to their task ahead, as Arthur absent mindedly brushes his fingers along the back of John’s hand. 

He can see why Arthur does this when he’s stressed. The effect is soothing.

John understands stress, maybe the most of all the emotions Arthur has shown him, because Arthur is always fucking stressing him out.

A horrible pressing, crushing weight settles in his core. The terror floods into him like an ice-cold fire, burning all his thoughts to ash. It squeezes at his sense of self, choking all his thoughts into a closed off bottle neck, only allowing the horror of the situation through. Where he can do nothing but sit helpless, just a fucking pair of eyes and a hand as Arthur struggles, fighting, drowning, bleeding.

Dying. 

Christ he hopes he never feels that again.

He failed Arthur. Failed her too.

They feel stress about different things, in different ways. So if this is something that John can do to help Arthur, he will. And maybe one day, he’ll be able to return the favour.

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[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

yooo is there any chance I can request parent headcanons for the safehouse crew (cod: bocw)??? been replaying the bo2 campaign and the Adler is Graves' father theory has a grip on me esp recently now that that mf is coming back

I imagine that Adler is a pretty distant parent, what with work in the CIA taking up most of his time and probably isn't able to see his kid much to begin with after the divorce, no doubt his ex wife has full custody of any of the children they had during that marriage. he's the kind of dad to buy his teenage kid expensive gifts to make up for the times he couldn't be there, usually related to something they were mildly interested in when they were like 7. And that thing is probably one of the only things he knows about them because they ranted about it to him when they were really young and naive. Russ is not as good as vocalizing his affection, but he's observant, and would zero in on any information and likes that his kid has when they express it... It's just that the usually don't with the distance between them. I think he does genuinely care about his child and still wants to show that they appreciate them, but just doesn't know how to properly connect with them on an emotional level, and usually doesn't even have the time. I don't think he'd treat his kid much differently based on their gender, he's still an emotionally-supressed mostly absentee father that his child would kind of just grow to resent as they get older. Adler is the 'he tried' dad. (I hc that Graves his kid is also the most likely to have a wild rebellious teens phase, and he'd kind of just let it happen so long as they aren't getting into any legal trouble because at that point their relationship would be so strained and he's just kinda apathetic about it. I think he's the type that would come home late to catch his kid smoking, and the only thing he'd do is ask why they started and if they know the consequences of it, then promptly asks for one and never brings it up again.)

Hudson, on the contrary, would be the perfect dad. Girl dad 100%, this man has a wife and two daughters (I think, might need to double check this one, but point still stands because I think he'd be good with girls). This man deserves a bo burnham 1985 edit. I think that he's really the type of guy who tries to squeeze in as much quality time with his family even with his work, and is the type to frequently show affection and pride for his children. Jason is completely soft for his wife and children, in contrast to how much of a no-nonsense hardass he is on the job. I am utterly convinced that this is the man who would always play along with his daughter's tea parties when he has tine and would never miss any of his son's games (he'd ask Jenny to record it for him if he's knows he's gonna be on a mission for a long time). I imagine that he really goes the extra mile to be the best role model for his kids, being both responsible and loving even with the limited presence he has because of his job. Hudson is the father figure some us needed in life ngl.

I don't think Mason would be an abusive dad contrary to what most people would take away from the one interaction we see with him and a very young David. I definitely think he'd have some major anger issues though, no doubt that trauma from The Numbers™️ and all the shit he's gone through as soldier and later CIA op would have an impact on him. He would never lay a hand on his own kid, but he's definitely shouted at them pretty frequently and has likely broken objects around them when he's angry. Much more so after his wife's death and being left as a single dad who barely has any idea what he's doing, and the only other person who can rein him in from it is Frank. I think he's more affectionate and less emotionally distant than Adler, but still just not as close as he should be to his child. He'd apologize for his outbursts and all but, being raised with traditional values from the 30s-40s, he isn't really the type to have those heartfelt talks about feelings because men are supposed to be strong and being emotional makes you weak and all that crap. Would be tougher with a son, and stricter with a daughter. Alex would become a lot more understanding and open over time when his kid grows older, and mellow out as an old man and just be proud of how they turned out despite how he was. The anger issues never really dissipates, but he learns to control it and be better for his kid for the remainder of his life. Mason is the dad you'd resent and have so much anxiety over in your teens and twenties but eventually make up with and get closure by your late thirties or so.

Woods would definitely be more of a fun uncle than a dad. More of the tough love type, but will always remind his kid that they're appreciated at the end of the day. But I also imagine he's a lot more reckless snd clumsy, specially as a first-time father. May not be perfect, has his own shortcomings in a lot of places, but he's really trying his best. I imagine that he probably tiptoed a lot when it came to raising David, trying not to yell at him too much and tried to be his anchor as much as he can after he was tricked into killing Alex (and then promptly going off on him when he shows face again after thirty years). Frank would be considerate and very vocal about his appreciation for his kid despite . Woods is the lovable old man that you'd have a lot of funny memories to look back on, and cussing you out is just his own way of saying he loves you.

I don't have as much thoughts on them but I think Park would be very overprotective, especially if she had a daughter. Would shelter her child and be very strict with them, making sure she knows how and where her kid is all the time, who her kid is with, and how safe they are. Would make her child wear a tracker watch and tell her all and any people they meet or see. Madam Shell's betrayal and her brother's death have definitely left a mark on her, and she would excessively worry about them at all times, to the point of it being suffocating and very invasive Lazar is the balance to this, more lenient and lets his kid have a right to privacy and freedom. Sure, he still worries a lot, but he has enough faith in his child to let then go off on their own when they're at an appropriate age. I also imagine that he gives the best best hugs. Sims would be somewhere in between, albeit more leaning on the stricter side.

AHHHH THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER I'M SORRY

bUuuuT

i love this idea so I'm gonna do silly little headcannons for it

How the Safehouse Crew treat their kid

Russell Adler

He's absolutely an absent dad

It's not that he does it on purpose, it's just what happens with his job

Russell tries so hard. So hard to be there, but a lot of the time he just can't because of work

If his kid does any sports, you can bet your ass that he's gonna be at any games he can

Now, that's not a lot, but still

Adler absolutely cheers the loudest anytime that his kid does anything

He'll also argue with the refs or umpires about dumb calls

Has been kicked out multiple times

Russell also buys his kid anything that they want

Christmas with him is like out of a damn movie

Presents are practically stacked to the roof and each one is more extravagant than the last

Is definitely the type of parent to dump a bunch of money on his kid for whatever they want

It's his way of making up for barely being around

Has missed his visitation days a lot

Every time he does, Adler sends money and presents as an apology

One time, his kid was staying over at his house because they got into an argument with their mom

He came home late and was met with the sight of his only child smoking cigarettes in the living room

"You know what those do to your lungs?"

The kid just stared for a second before nodding in shock

"Good. Don't be surprised when you get lung cancer. Lord knows I'm already getting close to that. Give me one."

The kid hands over the whole pack, and Adler takes one, lights it, and hands it back. "Don't tell your mother."

On the times that he actually has off and has the kid, he tries to make a whole day out of spending time together

Adler takes them to an amusement park or something, and its just plain awkward the whole time

But, by the end of the day, they're just a little closer

Mainly because they had a heart to heart on the car ride home

They even hugged!

Yay!

And then nothing changed

Boo >:(

Jason Hudson

Girl dad 100%

He's the dad that everyone needs

So supportive, no matter what

Jason does, in fact, have two girls. And, if I remember right, he loves them more than anything

This man absolutely has been caught playing princesses and knights with his daughters by his wife

His favorite thing is to sit at the tiny tables and have a tea party

Loves his kids so much

If he had a son, Hudson would teach him how to throw a football

Definitely would push him to join a sport

If he does, Hudson goes to every game

Just like Adler, he cheers the loudest

If his girls get boyfriends, you can bet your ass that he's going to let them know that he has multiple guns and absolutely knows how to use it

#WillThreatenToKillThem

Jason has to be told by his wife to leave them alone

He only does because he loves his wife so so much and he'd kill for her

Lots of physical affection

Hugs and all that good stuff

His kids definitely won't be touch starved

Is absolutely who they go to first whenever something happens and they need help/support

If he ever catches his kid doing something that they shouldn't, like smoking, he has to try really hard not to yell at them. He pretty much has to walk away to cool off before he can approach the conversation in a way that he wants to

Hudson and his kid are going to have a long talk that ends in a hug and a promise not to do it again

Overall his kids are well behaved and he's a good dad

Alex Mason

My poor boy

I love him so much, anger issues and all

Any time that he screams and breaks things in front of his kid, he calls Woods to come and pick them up so he can take care of things

He always feels horrible after he yells. Alex never wanted to hurt anyone. Quite the opposite, actually. He just doesn't know how to control his anger

Throughout the kids developmental years, he tries his best not to yell or get angry, but a lot of the time he can't stop himself in time

In comes one Frank Woods, who ends up coming over and taking the kid out for ice cream or to the park or just for a drive

He ends up being that cool uncle that the kid goes to when something happens

When he gets discharged (Honorably) from the military, Mason ends up going to therapy

And anger management classes

Only reason he does is because his kid ends up yelling back when he gets angry

And he realizes that he fucked up :(

So that helps him mellow out for his kids later years

Definitely apologizes to his kid for how they were raised

Alex won't over explain or get all mushy, but it'll come up as a simple "I'm sorry for how you were raised," and leave it at that

Will express his feelings through gifts or spending quality time with his kid

If he gets grandkids, Alex will take that as the time to make up for his kids shitty childhood

Best granddad for real

When he's older, he won't mind as much when it comes to telling his kid that he's proud of them

Lots of praise

Frank Woods

HE'S SO BABY GIRL I CAN'T

LOOK AT THIS GIF

Anyway

Definitely the type of dad to pretend that his kid is in trouble and then it turns out to be a prank

He would absolutely do it just like he did in the scene of the gif

Frank wouldn't yell at his kid, more just yell in general

He'll scream over football games, tv shows, dropping something, anything

He does not care

His kid would be used to loud noises by double digits

Woods would absolutely not know that his kid was sneaking out until Alex caught them

He doesn't particularly care, but he's a little disappointed that they didn't ask him if they could go

Instead of yelling, he would sit them down and have a serious discussion

Lots of "You could have just asked," and, "How many times have you done it?"

Basically he'd get his kid to quit because he knows it's a bad habit

I can't remember if he's a smoker or not, but if he is he would go through the process of quitting with said kid

Helen Park

She's kind of a shitty mom, ngl

Park can be good at it when she wants to, but she's got her own shit that he's going through

She can't handle a kid

In the early years, she's a little neglectful and absent

Then she does a full 180 and goes full over-protective mom mode

Trackers, constant phone calls, reassuring messages

The whole nine yards

She'll try her best to stop if her kid says something, but her anxiety is way too high to stop fully

Definitely the kind of mom to apologize through gifts

One fond memory that her kid would have of their younger years is her sneaking into their room and climbing into bed with them

She just sat there and held them, silently telling them how much she loved them

Helen thought their kid was asleep, not awake and hearing everything she was saying

Park definitely let her kid sneak into her bed when they had nightmares or got sick

She secretly loves it and is sad when they stop doing it

Okay that's all I got-

I didn't mean for this to take so long to make

[autumnalfallingleaves]

to leave behind the ossuary

Chapter Two: to bury the dead to spare the living

Chapter two, and earlier than I expected!! I had fun with this one :)

AO3

Rovender cannot have heard that correctly. 

“What?” he croaks. Muthr readjusts the infant in her arms. 

“Protocol states that, in the event of total Sanctuary failure, I am to signal sister Sanctuaries for assistance. However,” here, Muthr pulls up a flickering hologram that depicts what looks like a map, “no other Sanctuaries have responded. It appears that all nearby facilities have also experienced total failure.” Little red dots blink all over the map.

Rovender studies the map, then looks back at the robot, thinking. “Does the child not have parents they could go to?”

Muthr lowers her head to gaze at her bundle. “No. She was born here, in this Sanctuary. For all intents and purposes, Mr. Kitt, I am her mother and the only parent she has ever known.”

Rovender’s hand clenches on his walking stick. “So there is no one for you to send your child to.”

“No,” Muthr says with a mechanical sigh. “There is not.”

Rovender thinks of Hanno and how he would feel if he had to send her away so that she could live.

“I have been monitoring the surrounding terrain, and I have concluded something very odd,” Muthr switches back to the hologram and pulls up a new visual, one of the clearing the entrance to the lab sits in. “This does not appear to be the planet I thought it was. Mr. Kitt, have you ever heard of a planet called Earth?” 

Rovender shakes his head in a no. Is the robot implying that she and the child come from another planet, somehow without knowing…?

“Well,” Muthr says, “that is the planet I was programmed to train my children for. I do not know how it is that this Sanctuary is located here now, but I must work with the given parameters. If this planet is not Earth, then my programming no longer applies.”

Rovender leans his walking stick against the wall— he probably won’t need it as defense; this robot is acting like a desperate parent, so she most likely does not mean him any harm. “What do you mean by that?”

Continued on AO3

[bean-writes]

Why is it that when I saw this (admittedly very cool) post on Facebook, the first thing I thought of is what an unhinged D&D spellbook that would make?

I'm gonna make one and call it “Queneau’s Book of Spells” after the poet guy (and because his name sounds like a D&D character).

[fruggin-bitch]

Being a fic writer while also being in a English/Composition class is so fun because I get to turn in “creative writing” pieces and it’s just fanfiction

I’ll get comments like “so creative” about my situations/setting and all the while I’m like tehe they don’t know it’s about two minecraft bitches

“I liked how you made teenagers have to take on governmental roles to show how much pressure is put on their shoulders in todays society” yeah sure definitely it’s a metaphor and not just dsmp

[this-was-a-terrible-idea]

find the letters in the wip tag game

tagged by @ladytauria, thank u ily!!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

My Word: ACTOR

with the word HEAT, i am tagging @jpeg-dot-jpeg, @n1ightw1ng, @jzbnee, @deepwithintheabyss, @stabthroughme

A - jaytim + accidental animal transformation All he wanted to do was get a coffee from the hole-in-the-wall a couple streets away from the theater, and now he’s a cat. He wasn’t even suited up!

C - jaysteph + heatwave Carjacker A gears up for a fight, and Jason crosses his arms over his chest. He immediately regrets the movement as he feels heat and sweat gather wherever his skin touches, but he just grimaces and flexes subtly in hopes that his biceps will deter the potential thieves from a fight.

T - jaydick + undercover on a cruise ship “Tim’s too busy running the only legit business funding our vigilante operations, so yes. Besides, you’re the one with a lesser known face and bartending knowledge.” Dick throws his arm around Jason’s shoulder and pulls him in for a jostling side hug. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! Just you and me and the open sea!”

O and R are under a readmore bc of nsfw text 🫣

O - brujay smut Once you have completed that you will get my attention, and I will help you into the cuffs, blindfold, and collar, and then we will get you situated under my desk.

R - bruselinatim (or however else you might mash their names) smut + trans!tim and trans!selina + mommy/daddy kinks “Relax, Tim. You need to be looser than this to take both of us. Let me stretch you while you suck Mommy off,” Bruce croons into Tim’s ear.

[just-a-drawing-bean]

Hey guys ',:)

So I finished writing a drabble of @naffeclipse 's Bounty Hunter AU of Sleuth Jesters. Here's the Ao3 link, I will be drawing a piece to accompany it later. It's about Eclipse helping the vigilante fall asleep, how sweet.

Enjoy the read!! Naff I'm shaking you, I hope I got the vibes right on Eclipse and vigilante <3 Had a lot of fun writing this!

[posebean]

rinky adjacent except its shiina kyoudai (hiki) and sakura nee-han (shinju) that me and @nguyenfinity have an au of and are obsessed with have fun reading

um i think its obvious which characters are mentioned and their relations but if you havent seen the main posts for more information:

hiki: https://www.tumblr.com/nguyenfinity/746817271252533248/bean-and-i-have-been-locked-in-the-kitchen-so

shinju: https://www.tumblr.com/nguyenfinity/749132426169729024/so-like-women-oukawa-nee-hans-rehashed-their

also context is theyre at rinky wedding

Hiki loosened his tie, leaning on the balcony rails. He looked up at the stars, watching as they twinkled in the sky.

“What’s a guy like you doin’ out here all alone? Everyone’s inside enjoying the party, I think Kohakun is fighting the groom right now.” He hears an amused chuckle behind him, Shinju sliding up to stand next to him, a champagne glass in her hand.

Hiki gave a lopsided grin. “What’d Amarinrin do this time? That troublemaker really couldn’t go without instigating something, even on this specific day? Pfft, I still wonder what Nikkun sees in him.”

Shinju emptied her glass, setting it down on the railing. “Not sure, probably started it though. Kohakun is definitely making sure he’s getting what he deserves,” she laughed.

“Ha, yeah, definitely if it’s Chiikawa.” Hiki laughed airily, scooting over so Shinju had more room.

“You didn’t answer the question~” Shinju poked him on the cheek, a silly smile.

Hiki scrunched his face, batting her away. “Can’t a guy get some fresh air? All the idols in there are so~ draining. Did you see that one that was climbing the wall? Or the one that was lying on the floor asleep? Crazy bunch, all of them. How does Nikkun stand being surrounded by all of that 24/7~”

Shinju snorted. “Like you’re one to talk? You’re as bad, or even worse than the red one after several drinks.”

“Shi-chan, I do not appreciate this attack on my character~” Hiki whined, resting his hands on the railing.

They stood in silence, looking up at the stars.

“Shi-chan, Nikkun looked so happy.” Hiki mumbled, still looking up.

“Yeah. So did Ama-chan. I guess they’ve both been waiting for this for so long. It’s really sweet.” Shinju smiled, leaning back on the railing.

“He’s an idiot and dumb as fuck, but really the only one that can make Nikkun smile like that. I’m glad that Nikkun found someone that would never let him be alone again.” Hiki sighed, gripping the railing.

“Hikkun…”

Hiki turned slowly, offering a hand to his companion. “Do you think…we could’ve turned out like that?”

Shinju took it, giving a small shake of her head. A sad smile. “It would never work. You know this.”

Hiki laughed, squeezing her hand. “Yeah. You wanted to protect your siblings, I wanted to redeem my family name. Two dreams on separate paths, too far apart.”

Shinju laughed softly, squeezing back. “Yeah. It really wouldn’t have worked, no matter how much your mom tries to use her puppy eyes on me.”

Hiki rolled his eyes. “Pfft. I’ll tell her to stop. Whether we’re together or not, she does see you as family, though. You’re always welcome for dinner.”

“Hehe~ I’m always down for Shiina cuisine. As long as it’s not made by you.” Shinju stuck her tongue out.

“Hey! My instant food prep skills are amazing, thank you very much.”

“Instant noodles and microwave rice do not count as a good meal, your entire family is saying this and you still don’t believe them?” Shinju huffed.

“They just can’t appreciate taste like how I can.”

They stared at each other before both started to laugh, loud and clear and just them up there on that balcony.

Hiki grabbed her other hand, gently pulling her away from the railing. “But just for tonight, Shi-chan. You’re my plus one~ May I have this dance?” He lifted up one of her hands, kissing the knuckles.

Shinju laughed, eyes glittering. “Only for you, Sweetheart.”

They waltzed around the balcony, dancing slowly to the sound of some song that Hiki pulled up on his phone.

“Maybe in another world it’d be us at that table,” Hiki hummed, stepping one way.

“Yeah, after you try to and fail to fight my father over ten times. No, maybe a hundred times.” Shinju giggled, letting him take the lead.

“Hey! I’m hurt that you have no faith in me~” Hiki whined, spinning them.

“I’m just stating the facts, Hikkun.”

Hiki huffed. “Maybe like twenty. They’ll feel sorry for me and then let me win.” He swayed them, slowly and not even on beat with the music.

“I think Kohakun would rather die than have you as a brother. The other two are okay.” Shinju smirked.

“But he’d be fine with Nikkun?! The betrayal!” Hiki feigned a gasp, swaying them to the other side.

Shinju laughed softly. “Well? Tell me more about this other world.”

“Nikkun would want to be on catering…Maybe Mom and Dad will help. Amarinrin would probably be there too, I can’t imagine a world where he isn’t clinging to Nikkun.” He shifted one of his hands to her waist.

“Probably as annoying as always. The Ama-chan guarantee.”

Hiki smiled. “Yeah. You’d probably look very pretty for the first time ever, ha.”

Shinju pulled her hand free and whacked him gently. “I’d probably be the one in the suit, I think you’d fit the dress better.”

“I’m not Nikkun~ Not every man is willing to be a bride.” Hiki snickered. “No one would ever be able to look as pretty as Nikkun, anyways.”

“Hmm hmm~ I agree.”

Hiki spun them again, stepping lightly. “ We’d go wherever we want to, all over the world. I’d show you all kinds of things, maybe we’d have a bunch of near-death experiences.”

“Which you probably would’ve dragged us into, leaving me to haul your ass to safety.”

Hiki laughed. “My ever-reliable Shi-chan~ What would I do without you.”

“Die a stupid death, I guess~”

Hiki stepped forwards, dipping her. “And…I don’t know. It just feels like it’d be nice, that other world.”

“Yeah. It does.”

Hiki leaned in. “Shi-chan, can I be greedy for a second? Can we live in that world for just this moment?” he whispered.

Shinju smiled sadly. “Yeah.”

Hiki closed the gap, soft and sweet.

He pulled back, helping Shinju back up. “Bleh. B-tier champagne. Didn’t Amarinrin listen to any of my suggestions at all? After I worked so~ hard on that list just for him, and for free, too!”

Shinju laughed, rolling her eyes. “He actually ended up getting way more than what you suggested. ‘For variety’ he said. Come on, it’s cold and I want a refill~” She picked her glass up, pulling on his hand.

“Yeah~ Yeah. Okay, that’s enough fresh air for the night.” Hiki laughed, following her back in and leaving that other world behind.

[imbouttasue]

the "Tweeter Diary" side story but dolshi is ergi. Ta-da !! new erkenna AU. Huge novel spoilers.

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: Angel gave ergi an enchanted bracelet that can turn a person into someone they wish to be. Ergi - with his self-insecurities and feelings for Mckenna - the bracelet turned him to a woman. He'll only come back to his true form once he took the bracelet off.

Angel stole the bracelet from the Eastern Empire dean.

The bracelet is rose-gold in color, and it looks like three handcuffs glued together.

Of course, the dean is beyond pissed at getting his bracelet stolen, and demands other mages to capture the thief. Other empires and kingdoms are searching for the bracelet as well because there's a huge cash price.

Angel gave the bracelet to Ergi as a "gift." Ergi accepts it reluctantly only because he wants the scoundrel out of his sight.

Surprise - ergi's father ordered angel to get rid of him in exchange of a huge sum of money. Angel decides to give the bracelet to the duke, because if his appearance is changed, no one will recognize him. Worse case scenario, the dean will eliminate him for "stealing" his bracelet. angel's hands won't get dirty, and the guy will be dead. It's a win-win situation.

Ergi's father wants him dead because he hates him... that's it

"Patience, grand duke. Your duplicitous son will be the one to decide his fate."

After repeatedly getting manipulated by his father about his own self as a whole (wishing that he had a daughter instead, etc.), and also hearing about mckenna looking for a lady to marry from heinrey as a tipping point, he got tempted to wear the bracelet.

He wore it, and turned to a woman.

His pronouns will be your/mom

He went outside of the palace, knowing that with his new appearance, he's not the duke anymore.

Ergi touches the somehow long strands of his hair, frowning. He's wearing a coat to hide himself. He's currently on the pathway in his dukedom. It'll took a while before he'll make it to the entrance. And it's morning! Just perfect for him to be seen and caught by the guards.

Who would have thought that Angel is being serious, anyway?

He tried taking the bracelet off, but it bear no good. It's persistently intact on his wrist. He keeps on walking out the pathway, and on his dismay, a guard blocked him in his way.

"Halt. Who are you?" Great.

"I'm a maid." He replied. Wow, my voice sounds nice, actually.

"I've never seen you before." Another sentinel enters. They held his chin, and he turned away with a subtle snarl. "She has a pretty face, don't you think?"

"As pretty as the grand duke's son, mayhaps."

A chill runs down Ergi's spine as both guards bursts into laughter. "My, what humor you have! If only he has a more petite figure to match his face, I would ravish him every night."

"You are lusting over him? Foul!"

"Quit it! Aren't you the same?!" The scandalous guard cages Ergi with their arms, and he winced. He feels so small, like a prey. He doesn't like it.

"What do you say, we have some fun with this woman? She doesn't look like she could lift a finger."

Son of a - is this how the society treats a lady?

"You're disgusting." Ergi says with gritted teeth. "Let go of me."

They laughed at his display, and he feels himself getting suffocated. Just as his pride begins to crumble, he sees a glimmer of blue hair. A glimmer of hope.

He launches forward, attempting to get away from the guards. "McKenna!" He yells, and the knight turned to his direction. Ergi almost sighs in relief at seeing him, desperately wanted to get out of the situation he didn't expect to be put in - not until the confused knight turned back his heel. He walked away.

Like he doesn't know him.

... he doesn't recognize me.

The torturous tittering among the duchy's guards is so close to sending ergi to a killing spree. He's not only annoyed, his pride is wounded. The insufferable feelings he had for the knight made it worse.

The guards pinned him to the wall roughly. The impact took the air out of him. He closed his eyes to minimize the pain.

It feels like thorns being tied on his neck.

They touched his ears as if he's an object.

He can't breathe.

You're supposed to be a knight, birdbrain. I'm a damsel in distress. Why aren't you helping me?

Do you really never cared for me?

Suddenly, he heard a loud crack! and the air around him felt lighter. He opened his eyes little by little, and he saw the guards passed out on the ground. Breathless, he looked up; and saw the pair of black eyes he adored so much.

"You must be new in this household, miss," McKenna utters, but Ergi is so lost in the moment to care about anything he says. So this is how being saved feels like. "most working men here are - um, well, perverted. I hope you talk to the head maid soon about the safe routes you can take to avoid them."

Ergi choked out a cry.

McKenna flinched, startled. This ... woman just called him minutes ago - he doesn't even know her! - and is confusing him even more. Why is she crying?

By then, he noticed her eyes. It's pretty. A cute shade of green. Almost as deep-colored as an endless sea. It feels familiar.

"M-miss?"

"Birdbrain!" Ergi jumps at him, forgetting proper decorum - enveloping him in a hug. His tears fall. Overwhelmed by all the things his father said to him, the helplessness of knowing that he will lose this man so soon when he never even got the chance to hold him like this.

McKenna makes the noise of a dying bird. Now, their emotions in this moment are clashing. Ergi is emotional. In the eyes of the birdbrain however, what the maiden is doing doesn't make a single sense.

"It's me, birdbrain, please ... " her cries are enough to make any men waver, including him. But still!

He awkwardly pushes her away.

"I-I'm really sorry, you must have confused me for your lover or, haha, something."

He saw her tearful eyes when he looks down on her. No in snowballs name of hell. He would not succumb to some crocodile tears!

"It's me, Ergi. I could explain all of this ... please listen to me." He heard her say once more. His jaw is on the floor, almost literally.

[puddingcatbeans]

no snippets because i'm still fighting words but i do have this

[greensbeanspotatoestomatoes]

On John Doe and Mirrors

He watches Arthur move, when he can.

When Arthur wants a shave, John guides him in halves, only needing to adjust Arthur slightly, the rest a sort of muscle memory for him.

That means John can spare his eyes to Arthur in the reflection, without being obvious.

The way he moves, is fascinating.

The quick and sure motions of his right hand. Nimble, thin pianist’s fingers pulling at the threads of the universe and enacting his will on the world, bringing the razor blade close to the skin, but deft enough not to cut it.

He watches Arthur’s left hand. His hand.

The fingers are the same. Delicate and sharp, but lacking all the finesse and confidence’s Arthur’s have. They lay stiff and useless on the rim of the sink. The dark wood finger contrasts brightly against the white porcelain. He lifts his eyes to Arthur’s face again, leaving his hand below. He doesn’t trust himself not to hurt Arthur again in some way.

Arthur brings the razor to his cheek again. His right this time.

He starts below his eye socket and gently traces the blade down, revealing more and more of the scar that spans across his cheek. The beard does little to truly hide it, but now, without it, the pale pink tissue is stark against Arthur’s even paler skin.

He continues lower, carefully manoeuvring the blade below his jaw towards his neck.

John’s fingers tighten on the sink as he thinks about the first time Arthur brought a knife to his throat in his company. John couldn’t see it then, only the red spray that followed. Now, John can see the blade delicately brush over the scar.

No stakes, no fear, just another shave.

He watches Arthur’s brows furrow in concentration as he guides the blade down from his cheek bone again.

Every time they face a mirror, John wonders how they’ve ever gotten away with the lies they tell. Because Arthur has got to be a shit liar, his face is just so expressive. Every move he makes or thought he expresses during this little ritual is mirrored in the twitches of his eyebrows or the quirks of his mouth. It’s like watching… well like watching a pianist play. You see the keys pressed, and hear the sound made. Cause and effect. Arthur and his fucking expressive face.

“… and then Parker grabbed him by his collar, yanking him back,” Arthur says talking around the last movements of the razor, “and— John are you listening?”

John zones back in, as Arthur finishes shaving and begins washing the foam away. His face is bare, save for the moustache they’re trying to grow. John… likes Arthur’s face. The sharp angles, and dark hair. The quirk of one of his brows as he faces the mirror, as if questioning John.

“Yes Arthur,” John says, exasperated, “Parker and his misadventures with the barkeep. You were saying…”

A corner of Arthur’s mouth tilts up as he continues his story. But John is staring at his reflection again, at his hands and face, and at the centre of it all, the two eyes staring back, vaguely tinged yellow.

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More Thoughts

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

I ACCIDENTLY UNFOLLOWED YOU I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

but anyway let me eat her out please adrien

let me eat junkerqueen out

PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE LAST REQ ONLY MADE ME MORE FERAL

GIMMIE THAT BLACK METAL FIT AND ME BETWEEN HER LEGS

LMAO YOURE FINE

You’re lucky I like you 😒😒😒

Insatiable horny bitch

Anyway off we go into Drabble land

Yay

Junkerqueen x reader

“Fuck, love, just like that,” your girlfriend moaned, gripping your hair tighter.

You looked up from between her legs, nothing but pure love and adoration in your eyes. She always looked so beautiful like this. Her make up that was put on just for this was slowly melting off as she sweat. Mascara left trails down her face from when tears of pleasure fell from her eyes.

All in all, she was perfect.

You didn’t slow down at all, continuing to pump your fingers in and out of her needy pussy while continuing to play with her clit with your tongue.

Odessa cries out again in pleasure, shoving your face even closer into her. You could feel the way that she clamped around your fingers. How her legs tensed and moved over your shoulders.

All signs of an incoming orgasm.

That would make, what, seven now? You could always go for an even ten. That would be good.

Soon enough, Dez moans out your praises and cums again, clenching against your fingers and bucking her hips up.

You helped her ride her high, slowly removing your fingers and licking the juices off of them like they were the most delicious thing in the world.

From on the bed, your queen laid against the pillows that you set up for her as she tried to catch her breath. You just stared for a minute or so, basking in her beauty. You kissed and licked and bit her supple thighs, making them up even more. Those black shorts of hers wouldn’t be able to cover everything and you loved that. Loved the idea of people knowing what you did.

Slowly, you made your way back up to her abused pussy and pushed her legs apart again. It was perfectly on display for you. Her clit was swollen and sore, her hole leaking and red.

Beautiful.

Carefully, you licked from her hole to her clit.

She had her time to recover, did she not?

“Please, love, I want you to just fuck me already,” she begged, her hole clamping over nothing and her thighs shaking.

“Just one more, please? For me?” You pleaded, looking at Dez with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

She could never say no to that, now could she?

“Fine. But only one more.”

With her confirmation, you smiled and went back to devouring her.

It would never be enough for you. She just tasted so good, so addicting. It wasn’t your fault that you could never get enough. If you had it your way, you’d stay between her legs forever, just tasting the sweet nectar that she produced.

[autumnalfallingleaves]

I wrote something :3

atticism in your speech

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: The WondLa Trilogy - Tony DiTerlizzi Relationship: Eva Eight & Eva Nine (The WondLa Trilogy - Tony DiTerlizzi) Characters: Eva Eight, Eva Nine Additional Tags: Canon - Book, Canon Compliant, Introspection, During Canon, Sister-Sister Relationship, Oh look more instrospection from Bean, Eight's a bit fucked up and she's fun to write because of it :), Poor Eva Nine is Going Through It, Could be read as ambiguous/open-ended if you haven't read "Hero for WondLa", Don't copy to another site, I do not give permission for my work to be fed to AI

Eva Eight wants to find her sister and make a home, just the two of them.

Eva Nine wants to make a home with all her family.

~~~

Eva Eight is sixteen when she leaves the Sanctuary for the first time. Her pack is filled with supplies and her head is filled with plans. 

She leaves Muthr at the bottom of that stairway, the one she didn’t know existed until that morning, when Muthr had ushered her toward the control room and that hidden door. 

“Goodbye, Eva, dear,” the robot had said, silicon face serene and artificially warm tone pitched in farewell. “I wish you luck.”

Eva hadn’t responded. She’d just left. No need to say goodbye to a robot, after all. Muthr is only programming and metal and artificial organs. 

She’s going to find her real family now, and when the next Eva, her sister, is born, she’ll come back and rescue her from that dank prison and she’ll raise her right. 

Continue reading on AO3

[bean-writes]

The Outsider's Gift: Dishonored fanfiction

You just had to temp the Outsider, didn't you? Hours of gameplay has proven there's no place you'd rather be than Dunwall, but when your musings catch the attention of The Outsider, you never believed he was real, let alone might actually listen to you. You find yourself thrust head first into the Wrenhaven River—but the plague rats look a lot bigger in real life and their teeth gnaw more than pixels now. You know more than you should in this world, more than you should possibly be able to - but will that be enough to save you?

[fruggin-bitch]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63881107

New ficccc

post ATWQ lemony snicket fakes his death and runs back to stain'd

[this-was-a-terrible-idea]

I'm gonna break the trend and ask about the jaysteph, please 👀

jaysteph heatwave!!! thank u for asking!!! (and @paprikadotmp4 thank YOU for asking about them as well!!!) this was supposed to be a prompt fic for jaysteph weekend back in august but. uh. well. these two losers have taken the reins from my hands and steered my fic off its neatly outlined course. anyways!!! heres a snippet <3

She grabs a strawberry lime popsicle and bites off the top. She lets out a hum of contentment at the coolness of the treat and smiles happily, and Jason promptly forgets what he was going to say in response. Blinking hard to try and reset his brain, Jason says the first thing that comes to mind. “I thought you would be more of a grape gal.” He motions to her popsicle. “Y’know, because of the purple?” “Grape?” Her face twists in disgust, voice incredulous. “The medicine flavor???? Eugh, get outta here with that shit. Gross. Even my love for purple has limits. No, strawberry lime is where it’s at.” “Then why-“ “Why do I have them if I don’t like them? Blame Tim. They’re his favorite; he brought them over.” They sit in comfortable silence for a moment, savoring their popsicles and the minor reprieve from the heat they grant. 

please ask me about my wips!!!