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[magical-demigirl]

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[nonsensology]

So I've had these Grunkle Stan crackships on my mind for almost a year now. Could be interpreted as platonic, but I think there's great and fascinating potential if interpreted fully romantic. Full musings and explanations below (Warning: very disjointed and random).

Uncle Chan from Jackie Chan Adventures

Maybe Ford and Stan stumble across the Chans on one of their globe-trotting adventures. Both groups fight off the same supernatural threat and surprise each other with their ease and familiarity with the weird and fantastical.

I feel Uncle is kind of a weird in-between of Ford and Stan. He is knowledgeable but not a nerd like Ford, is generally cranky but doesn't get into trouble like Stan does, although he does have a level of disregard towards authority if it gets in the way of his goals. He's quick to do research instead of impulsively charging into a situation.

I think Uncle's dynamic with Stan would be hilarious. They would argue a lot on how to deal with a threat, but once they agree to work together, they could kick ass. Once he gets past his initial annoyance, Stan would probably enjoy Uncle's quips, even more so when he realizes that Uncle does not say them to be funny, he's just naturally snarky.

Uncle is never shown having any romantic interest or relationships, so I kind of headcanon him as ace, but I think it would be really interesting to see what kind of queerplatonic relationship he and Stan could form.

Jade and Mabel would probably hit it off immediately, and while Jade isn't as studious as Dipper, she also has an enthusiasm for the supernatural so she'd probably get along decently with him. She'd also probably think Stan and Ford are super cool, especially considering their lax attitude toward giving children weapons. Though they do still take the kids' safety very seriously.

Jackie is doubtful of Stan, much like he was with Viper, but seeing Stan look out for the kids would probably endear him a little. Ford might also help ease his worries, and maybe they both could have fun discussion about archeology.

I think Tohru and Soos could get along decently, though Tohru would find Soos' eccentric musings odd at first.

Additionally, Uncle's shop is in San Francisco, practically next door to Dipper and Mabel in Piedmont. The kids would easily visit each other every weekend.

Bruno Madrigal from Encanto

Stan has been to prison in Colombia, so I don't think he'd willingly travel there for fun, and Encanto Valley seems relatively closed off from the rest of the world, so I imagine their meeting is accidental, maybe a result of the Stans getting caught in a storm or something. They stay for a while in the valley while repairing their boat.

Stan might initially be outraged at the idea of the Madrigals not charging anyone for the use of their gifts, but perhaps lightens up when he sees how close-knit the community is. He'd still come up with ways they could show off their powers Mystery Shack style, probably butting heads with Alma in the process, lol. He might encourage Bruno to adapt a more showman-like approach to his seer abilities to make it more presentable and less intimidating.

Bruno and Stan connecting over their shared feelings of isolation from family is definitely what drew me to these two together in the first place. If they ever got serious about their relationship, I can imagine the biggest hurdle would be deciding if they should continue a long-distance relationship, since neither is keen on asking the other to be separated from their family.

Yuuko Ichihara from xxxHolic and Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle

Major spoiler alerts for both series. It's been many years since I've read them, and Tsubasa had so many plot twists that even CLAMP (the writers) admitted they were confused by the end result. I also might be misremembering some details, so bear with me. Factoring in the plotlines for both series and Gravity Falls would make for an incredible AU fanfic that I unfortunately am not qualified to write.

Due to Yuuko's shop being in Tokyo, a whole ocean away from Oregon, I like to imagine some timey-wimey space mumbo jumbo allowing Yuuko and Stan to meet in the dream realm. Maybe at some point, Yuuko's shop would obtain a door connecting it to the Mystery Shack.

Stan and Yuuko both have a mischievous side, though Yuuko is generally more reserved. They could start out as drinking buddies, though I imagine Stan would probably favor a light beer, while Yuuko loves sake.

They also both use aliases (it is never revealed what Yuuko's real name is), but Yuuko would likely be upfront about it. As their relationship progresses, Stan would probably feel comfortable telling Yuuko his real first name, even after she tells him the supernatural dangers of giving your real name.

While Stan scams his customers, he generally sells harmless entertainment and trinkets, whereas Yuuko grants wishes and operates strictly on an equivalent exchange basis. To quote the wiki, "All of Yuuko's customers must pay a price in order to grant their wishes, which can be no more or no less than the one demanded, or else harm will come to one's way. She is not one to tell the customer the most direct way to solve their problems because in the end, it can only be solved with that person's own realization and resolution to change themselves... Her abilities are not unlimited and may almost seem like a curse as it appears that she is unable to do anything for anyone or grant any gift (other than feelings) without it becoming a binding transaction." 

When Stan finds out just how powerful Yuuko is, I think he might react with a mixture of hesitation and awe, especially when she reveals she knows about his past, and Ford being lost in the multiverse. I am on the fence on whether Yuuko would use her powers to bring Ford home sooner, or let Stan continue working on the portal because he's already close to completing it and this would be significant in defeating Bill.

I found that the main villain of Tsubasa, Fei Wang Reed, surprisingly parallels Stan. Both endanger reality to bring back someone who is lost, but while Stan does it out of love and devotion to his family, Fei Wang Reed only did it in an arrogant plan to prove himself a powerful sorcerer. And in Fei's case, the person is already dead. CLAMP's universe establishes that the dead cannot be brought back to life, and Fei's wish to do so would cause the universe to be destroyed. I wonder if Bill would factor Fei as part of his plans.

Stan also surprisingly shares a lot in common with Fai D Fluorite. Both use their twin's name (Fai's real name is Yuui), and for much of the series Fai's tragic backstory regarding his twin is unknown, and he hides his trauma under a laid back exterior. I think Stan would empathize a lot with Fai, after he finds out his backstory.

Kimihiro Watanuki is revealed to have been created to fill a void left by Syaoran after the latter wished to turn back time. I remember Watanuki's character arc involved realizing that people cared about him. "Don't disappear", "Continue existing". Stan would probably take Watanuki under his wing, much like he did with Soos. Watanuki might find life with the Pines family far more chaotic than he's used to, but slowly warm up.

Yuuko is revealed to have died a long time ago and has basically been in magical stasis due to Clow Reed's unintentional wish. When time finally moves forward again, Yuuko eventually passes on. She doesn't return in the canon series, but Watanuki is stated to have also suspended his time to wait for her return. In this AU, maybe she reincarnates in the past and reunites with Stan and the Pines in the present day.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 1-Black Penny

Summary: You grew up in the hustle and bustle of a city most of your life, so you packed your few belongings and headed straight to New Orleans. You hoped to live a simpler, quieter life on the Historic French Quarter. By day during the week, you helped manage Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo Shop and by nightfall you tended bar at Black Penny on the weekends.

You were aware mutants existed, and believed them to be just as ordinary as you but only with extraordinary abilities. After living a few years in NOLA, you had a knack of picking them out in a crowd and treated them no differently than you’d treat anyone else. You had many run in’s with mutants on Bourbon Street, but none as impactful as the day you ran into Remy LeBeau.

A/N: Character Intro, She/Her Pronouns, GambitX!FemaleReader, GambitX!NonMutant, RemyLeBeauX!FemaleReader, Mutants, Post Deadpool and Wolverine, Post Void, New Orleans, Alcohol, Pining, Creole/French to English Translation

(c) - Creole

(f)- French

*I just want to disclose I am not a comic expert. Gambit/Remy LeBeau is very new to me and I’m doing my best to stay genuine to what I’ve researched online or from what I’ve seen in the D&W movie. I’m aware there was a HUGE controversy over his heavy accent/dialect and over his eye color in the movie, so I tried to incorporate both versions of each in my stories to satisfy everyone’s preferred Gambit/Remy style. (Personally, I loved Channing Tatum’s accent in the movie ☺️) I’m also cognizant that Gambit and Rogue are an item in the comics, but for sanity sake, Rogue will be a pastime only mentioned in passing if absolutely necessary so I don’t have to study in depth another character I’m unfamiliar with. (I need some brain space for real life stuff, too 😅) Anyway, I’m doing my maximum effort over here writing for Gambit/Remy, so when I do post my developing Gambit story, please, if you have comments or criticisms that don’t benefit anyone else’s appreciation of these fanfics, keep them to yourself and let the rest of us enjoy it. Thanks so much*

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It was a particularly busy night at Black Penny. As live bounce music and jazz blared from the stage, patrons dance and socialize carelessly with each other while you hotfoot from one end of the bar to the other serving up shots and beers.

You approach a man waiting patiently, his face downward hovering over a stack of playing cards.

“What can I getchya?” You ask him.

He began twirling an ace of spades between his fingers.

“(c) Kisa mwen ka jwenn pou ou?” You repeat.

The man lifted his gaze to meet yours with a mischievous grin stretching across his face. An eerie magenta glow softly radiated from his irises causing your jaw to drop. Your stunned reaction spurred him, causing his smile to widen and his eyes to glow brighter as the whites of his eyes began to blacken.

“….woah.” You say under your breath.

The man chuckled, “(c) Ou dwe padone Gambit, cheri (You must pardon Gambit). When his eyes see somethin’ so (f)dulcet (beautiful), it be hard to hide it.”

You shook your head to refocus, “No need to apologize. This is a safe space for everyone. Just caught me off guard is all.”

You flash him a smile and a wink as he returned one to you, the whites of his eyes returning to ‘human’ version of normal and his irises became a shade of icy green.

“Nobody be lookin’ at me like dat wit’out runnin’ off. You weren’t scared?”

“Of course not. Takes a lot more than a pair of flashy eyes on a handsome face to scare me away.” You state.

He laughed as he adjusted in his seat.

“Dats good, dats good.” He said as he leaned forward on the surface of the bar.

“What are you drinking, Gambit?” You ask again.

“Sazerac. (c) Mèsi, cheri. (Thank you, darling).”

You bring the gentleman a rocks glass fixed neat with the amber-red reserve bourbon. He gingerly raised the glass to his nose, inhaling the oak wood barrel scent with hints of cherry, caramel, apples, and tobacco.

He hummed with satisfaction, “(c) Manyifik (Magnificent).”

You nod, then turn to walk away.

“Remy.” You hear him call to you.

“Pardon?” You say as you turn back to him.

“The name’s Remy LaBeau.” He reiterated cooly after taking a sip from his glass.

He averted his eyes to you, awaiting your name. You grin back.

“Y/F/N.”

“(c) Kontan rankontre ou, Y/F/N (Pleased to meet you).”

You feel your face go red as you laugh nervously.

“Same.” You managed to say before scurrying to the other end of the bar to wait on other customers.

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Remy sat quietly in his spot at the bar the entire evening, only ever looking up from his deck of Mavericks to catch a glance of you as you pass him. The crowd started to thin out as last call was announced.

“One for the road, Remy?”

He beamed at you, “Oui, cheri. If you join me for one.”

You smile coyly, “I gotta close up, chief. How about this; I’ll bring you another Sazerac on the house, and I’ll take a rain check?”

You see the magenta glimmer in his eyes again.

“I like the soun’ of dat, cheri.”

You smile and nod then turn to the counter behind you to prepare his drink. You set it in front of him as he placed a $100 in front of you.

“You only had two. That’s too much.”

“(c) Pran li (Take it). For your generosity an’ da company.” Remy insisted.

You beam at him, “(c) Ou twò janti (You’re too kind).”

He stood up from his stool, and fixed his collar on his leather trench.

“Until next time, mon cher.” He said smiling while standing tall opposite you.

“Orevwa, Remy. I’ll see you around.” You reply sweetly as you feel your cheeks heat up again.

“(c) Mwen pwomèt ou pral (I promise you will).” He purred in his heavy honeyed Cajun accent.

He bowed, then turned on his heel to exit the bar. You released a deep exhale as if you hadn’t taken a breath since having met him that night.

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*I know this was a short one and I plan on a chapter 2. I’m just dipping my toe in the water here to see what feedback I get* 🥰

[yenee-chan]

"Abby" and Ace

I recently got into this amazing fanfic about a woman getting isekai into One Piece and raising Ace as her son, hopefully with her knowledge of the anime she knows so far. Will she be able to change Ace's faith or not?

A little bit of a fan art that I imagine what Abby might look like I'll digitally draw and color it later, but for now enjoy the traditional pic.

My first time with gray copic markers I wanted to try a manga theme.

Here's the link for the fanfic if anyone would like to read it.

This Feels Different by captivatedbyurhubris

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51364177/chapters/146159413

@yenee-chan

[erinknow]

His Wraith

Rating: mature?? but not really, there’s just some kissing— warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, brief mention of murder, prostitution and human trafficking; gangs, criminals etc. apologies if I forgot something!!

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x fem!reader

Word count: 2k approximately

Synopsis: “It’s dangerous to meet a woman who fully understands you. It usually ends with marriage” �� Oscar Wilde

Note from author: this is my first ever fanfic on here, not proof read + English is not even my second language, but I hope you like it and please leave any comments or point out anything you think needs correction or could have been done better(I accept criticism in a respectful form)!!!

The clouds loomed heavily over Seoul like harbingers of misfortune. The streets lay empty, illuminated only by the dim glow of streetlights and the occasional hum of passing cars.

Seungmin’s trainers splashed lightly in a puddle left behind by the evening rain, sending ripples across its surface and distorting the reflection of a neon sign that read “ODDINARY”. The soft chime of a bell announced his entrance, and Seungmin shivered, rolling his shoulders as if to shrug off the damp chill of the brooding weather outside.

“We’re closed—oh, it’s you,” muttered Chan, barely glancing up as his narrowed eyes remained fixed on his laptop screen.

Seungmin scoffed, pulling out a stool on the opposite side of the bar and placing a stack of papers in front of Chan.

“Done already?” Chan raised an eyebrow, scanning the contents with mild interest.

Seungmin merely nodded, tugging at the cuff of his leather jacket as his gaze swept the room, lingering momentarily on an unfinished cup of coffee.

“He cracked pretty quickly when I brought up his new sweetheart,” Seungmin said, his face twisting in disgust. Chan let out a satisfied chuckle.

“Good work. He will not be causing any trouble now that we have got that ace up our sleeve—and he has signed the deal.”

Having completed his task, Seungmin quickly lost interest in the conversation. Chan was the leader of their gang, while Seungmin acted as his right-hand man, handling negotiations and finances. The “ODDINARY” club was a front, masquerading as a modest café while running as a covert organisation. Those who knew where to look and whom to ask would find themselves descending a staircase into an entirely different world—one where any demand could be fulfilled, except for murder, prostitution, and human trafficking.

At the helm of this rising powerhouse in Seoul’s underground scene, alongside Chan and Seungmin, were six other members. They were rarely seen by outsiders, but their reputations preceded them, spreading like wildfire.

“Where’s Han?” Seungmin asked, his face a bit too indifferent.

“Worried?”

“Not at all.”

Chan laughed.

“She’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t asking about her,” Seungmin retorted, his expression tightening. But they both knew the truth.

You and Han had been sent on a mission. Han was usually tasked with blackmail and resolving disputes, often ending in a fight he preferred to avoid. You, on the other hand, were the gang’s secret thief, the best spy they had. Dubbed “the Wraith” in underground circles, you were a master of slipping in and out unnoticed, leaving no trace except the secrets you had stolen.

Seungmin was often accompanied by you on assignments, growing accustomed to your silent presence in the shadows. Over time, he had become so used to you being by his side that your absence left him uneasy—though he’d never admit it aloud.

You rarely found yourself in trouble, but the fact that you were out with Han today unsettled him. Perhaps it was a colleague’s concern, or maybe it was Han’s knack for diving headfirst into chaos. Or, perhaps, a hint of jealousy he would not dare acknowledge.

The thought flitted through his mind, and Seungmin shook it off with a scowl as he raised from the stool.

“I’m off. You’ve got the report,” he said, heading towards the door.

“Say hi to the Wraith for me!” Chan called after him, his laughter following Seungmin out of the café.

Seungmin’s jaw tightened. Chan’s perceptiveness was both his greatest asset and his most infuriating trait. It was unsettling how easily Chan could read him, especially when it came to matters Seungmin wasn’t ready to confront, even within himself.

The autumn wind bit through his jacket as Seungmin climbed the stairs and strode down the hallway, glancing out at the city below. The club gave its members places to live, and although he could have afforded a luxurious flat elsewhere, he preferred the cosy apartment he kept on the top floor of the building. By chance—or not—your flat was only a few doors away. Barely anyone else lived on the top floor — it was only him, you, Felix and Jeongin, who were considered the hackers of their organisation and only showed when they wanted to be found, or during the monthly meetings to discuss things. You were absent most of the time as well, sent by Chan on the missions, and as a spy, honestly speaking, it could take days or even weeks to get information he needed. Seungmin himself went home only to gather his thoughts or to simply sleep, in other times preferring to deal with work until exhaustion caught up to him.

He found his hand instinctively reaching for his keys, but his gaze drifted to your door. He swallowed, the keys jangling between his fingers as he debated with himself. Finally, with a sigh, he gave in and stepped closer. His fingers hovered over the doorbell, hesitation freezing him mid-motion. What was he doing? What would he even say? If you weren’t home, and he could pretend this never happened, so eventually he pressed the doorbell and waited, his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers as he found himself growing more nervous by each passing second.

The faint click of the lock made his stomach drop, and the door creaked open slightly. Your eyes met his—guarded at first, but softening the moment you recognised him. Seungmin opened his mouth, searching for words, but they died on his lips as the door swung wider. His eyes swept over you, instantly noticing the scratch on your face, the bloodstains on the sleeves of your dark purple blouse, and the small cut on your collarbone. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze hardened.

“What happened?” he asked grimly, his voice low and steady, but with an edge sharp enough to cut through steel.

You hesitated, lowering your head as you stepped aside, silently inviting him in. He blinked, then stepped into the flat, closing the door behind him. His eyes never left you as you led him into the living room, your footsteps soft against the floor. Sometimes he reminded you of a puppy — with his furrowed eyebrows or pouty lips when he didn’t like something. But right now he was more of a rattlesnake following its prey, gliding smoothly, almost inaudibly, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

You stopped in front of the table with your back turned to him. You could tell he was waiting for an explanation.

“Who?” he asked quietly, and your heart stuttered in your chest before racing faster.

His tone was calm, almost gentle—the same tone he used when he was about to end someone. He wasn’t just angry; he was furious.

“Give me a name.”

“Seungmin…”

“Where’s Jisung?”

“It’s not his fault.”

You turned to face him, years of training and extreme self-control the only things keeping your legs steady beneath his piercing gaze.

“They knew I was coming and hired a killer to wait on the roof,” you explained, noting the slight twitch of his fingers.

“You don’t need to kill anyone—I’ve already taken care of it,” you added firmly. “Chan will know soon enough; Han’s gone to report back.”

Seungmin said nothing, but the tension in his stance was palpable. You sighed, turning away to unbutton your blouse and shrug it off your shoulders. Beneath it, you wore a tank top, but you still heard the faint shuffle behind you as he respectfully averted his gaze.

“I’m fine, really,” you murmured, wetting a cloth to clean the cut on your shoulder. “You don’t think I’m weak, do you? I handled it.”

You knew he didn’t see you as fragile, but the question was more for distraction than reassurance. Just as you raised the cloth to your wound, you felt his warm fingers wrap gently around your wrist. You turned slightly with a bewildered expression on your face as he took the cloth away from you.

“I can do it myself,” you whispered, biting your lip.

“I know,” he said softly. “But let me, please.”

A shiver ran down your spine, and you nodded. “Alright.”

His eyes met yours briefly before returning to your injury. The cool cloth pressed against your skin, soothing the sting. His frown deepened as he concentrated on cleaning the wound with surprising tenderness.

“Are you angry?” you asked quietly, breaking the silence.

“Not at you,” he replied, moving to the cut on your collarbone and stepping closer.

You could feel his breath against your cheek, and where his hands touched your skin, you felt it ignite underneath.

“I’m angry at the person who hurt you, a bit at Jisung for letting it happen, and at Chan for sending you on that mission.”

You raised an eyebrow, sensing he wasn’t finished.

“And?”

“And I’m angry at myself,” he admitted, his hands pausing as he met your gaze. For a moment, his usual guarded expression faltered, revealing a raw vulnerability. “For not being there with you.”

“Seungmin, it’s not your fault,” you said, as his fingers gently touched the skin just above the cut on your collarbone. “They underestimated the Wraith, and I made sure they paid their price…”

You barely finished speaking before his voice cut through yours.

“I don’t care what they think about our gang,” he replied through gritted teeth, his frustration evident. “Underestimating us is their mistake, but what makes my blood boil is that they dared to touch my Wraith.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening at his words. His hand tightened slightly on your shoulder as he leaned in and allowed his forehead to fall at the crook of your neck.

“I’m furious because they dared to touch my woman.”

Your cheeks flushed, and your heart pounded so loudly you were sure he could hear it. When he pulled back slightly, his face was mere inches from yours, his thumb brushing the scratch on your cheek with startling tenderness.

His words, his actions, the intensity of his gaze—it was overwhelming. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a fleeting, hesitant kiss. You pulled back quickly, unsure of his reaction.

But then his hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you in for another kiss—deeper, more desperate, as though he had been starved of this moment for far too long. His lips moved against yours with a fervour that left you breathless, his other arm wrapping around your waist to draw you closer.

Between kisses, he murmured words that sent shivers down your spine: “Mine. All mine.”

His words set your heart racing, his scent filling up all the space in your lungs. When you finally broke apart for air, his dark eyes bore into yours, his hand resting low on your waist, threatening to slip lower.

“My greatest weakness is you,” he whispered, and you kissed him again.

No words of love were needed. They were spoken through glances across the room during monthly meetings, through caring gestures and quiet concern. In every lifetime, you would find each other again, bound by a love that neither of you could deny—even if you were both too afraid to admit it.

[desultory-novice]

The SC Loser's Bracket Semi-Finals are upon us and Noir faces his biggest trial yet...! The King of Losers, Sir Uther! (And sweet Flower Waddle Dee who is NOT a loser and deserves better than being grouped with THESE two! ...Speaking of! Noir! Stop beefing with floral-themed Dees! You'll make your siblings sad!!)

...While I have the standard round art too, as an additional last-ditch effort, I am pulling out my "ace in the hole" propaganda card: 

"The Apologies AU Director's Cut"

As you may know, I ended Apologies in a rush for health reasons... But I still have all the scripts for it along with a variety of odd writings and musings about various topics involving Noir and the AU.

...If Noir pulls through to win this round, I'll publish all of them here for everyone's enjoyment! Scripts and sketches for the original scrapped ending, half-written White-Haired Noir fanfics, early concepts that never got off the ground, the rest of the Nier-style A-Z endings, the follow-up to Evigheden, the unreleased Haircut from Hell sequels, the 'Let Them Know We're Happy' AU, various asks I couldn't get around to due to timing, Canon Noir-chan Yuri fluff, all of it!! (Plus I might write/draw some new stuff as a treat fufu? Another idea is to maybe record an audio "commentary track" for each mainline comic?!)

To clarify, I'm not holding regular content back for this! ^^; A hefty portion of this stuff is older art/ideas that I'm too embarrassed to share nowadays - under normal circumstances! But for this occasion, I would playfully throw away my pride and put it all out there...!!

Lastly, I don't want to encourage foul play. Bot voting is against the rules and has caused the participants + mods a lot of grief already. I'm offering this cache up to encourage as many legitimate votes for Noir as I can! In short, if some of you were wavering on who to vote for, perhaps my offer of [The Motherlode of Noir Lore] can encourage you to join the Noir side...? Let's #Release The Dess Cut!

@kirbyoctournament

[valy-gc]

TWST Fanfics guide - nicknames

Rook’s Nicknames

Himself - Le chasseur d’amour

Yuu - Trickster

Grim - Monsieur Fuzzball

Riddle - Roi des Roses

Ace - Monsieur Heart

Deuce - Monsieur Spade

Cater - Monsieur Magicam

Trey - Chevalier des Roses

Leona - Roi des Lions

Jack - Monsieur Tough Guy

Ruggie - Monsieur Dandelion

Azul - Roi d’Effort

Jade - Monsieur Mastermind

Floyd - Monsieur Kills for Thrills

Kalim - Roi d’Or

Jamil - Monsieur Multi-Skilled

Vil - Roi du Poison / Beautiful Vil

Epel - Monsieur Cherry Apple/Crabapple

Idia - Roi de Ta Chambre

Ortho - Monsieur Doll

Malleus - Roi des Dragons

Silver - Monsieur Sleepyhead

Sebek - Monsieur Crocodile

Lilia - Monsieur Curiosity

Neige - Roi de Neige

Floyd’s Nicknames

Yuu - Little Shrimpy (Koebi-chan)

Grim - Baby Seal (Azarashi-chan)

Riddle - Little Goldfish (Kingyo-chan)

Ace - Crabby (Kani-chan)

Deuce - Little Mackerel (Saba-chan)

Trey - Sea Turtle (Umigame-kun)

Cater - Sea Bream (Hanadai-kun)

Leona - Sea Lion (Todo-senpai)

Jack - Sea Urchin (Uni-chan)

Ruggie - Sharksucker (Kobanzame-chan)

Kalim - Sea Otter (Rakko-chan)

Jamil - Sea Snake (Umihebi-kun)

Vil - Betta Fish (Beta-chan-senpai)

Epel - Guppy (Guppy-chan)

Rook - Seagull (Umineko-kun)

Idia - Firefly Squid (Hotaru Ika-senpai)

Ortho - Sea Angel (Clione-chan)

Malleus - Sea Slug (Umiushi-senpai)

Silver - Jellyfish (Kurage-chan)

Sebek - Crocodile (Wani-chan)

Lilia - Flapjack Octopus (Mendako-chan)

Crewel - Beakfish (Ishidai-sensei)

Trein - Red Squid (Akaika-sensei)

Vargas - Lobster (Lobster-sensei)

Sam - Seahorse (Umiuma-kun)

Vil’s Nicknames

Pomefiore 1st years - Fresh potatoes 

Epel - Baby potato 

Ace - Fresh potato 1 

Deuce - Fresh potato 2 

Sebek - Cucumber 

Leona’s Nicknames

Yuu - Herbivore 

Riddle - Red Young Master

Azul - Octopunk

Idia - Radish sprout 

Malleus - Young Master, Lizard, Monster

[catws-anniversary]

A little belated but we managed to collate the wonderful creations for Day 1 of the @catws-anniversary event! Thank you to all the creators. AO3 is currently down so some of those links may not work.

THEME: ON YOUR LEFT

For Reasons Wretched and Divine (Ch.1) by @mandyyvibes [fanfic, m, polyamory]

Love's Gonna Get You Killed by @mythicalmxyhem [fanfic, t]

Safe Place by @buckys-wintersoldier [fanfic, t, steve/reader]

untitled by @arctic-turtle-cassiopeia [fanart, sam wilson, steve rogers, bucky barnes]

Before The First Light by @cable-knit-sweater [fanfic, t, steve/bucky]

On Your Left by @skullfragments [fanart, sam wilson, steve rogers]

Prompt: The Smithsonian

Exhibition by @nekoannie-chan [fanfic, t, steve rogers]

A Late Start by @EiraLloyd [fanfic, t]

discretion in this matter @somesortofitalianroast [fanfic, g]

Inseparable on Schoolyard and Battlefield (Day 1) by @voylitscope [fanfic, steve/bucky]

untitled by @dcangstfiction [fanart, bucky barnes]

who the hell is Bucky? by @gyokujyn [fanart, steve/bucky]

when home is a person SkyMiles won't get you there by @gyokujyn [fanart, howling commandos]

Prompt: Favorite Quote

favourite (sassy) quotes by @meidui [gifset, steve rogers]

Three Days by @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes [fic excerpt, e, steve/bucky]

Favorite quote by @countessravengrey [meta]

Favorite quote by @letskzuniversescreations [gifset, steve rogers]

Prompt: First Meetings

First Impressions by @polyavenger [fanfic, e, hydra trash party, non-con]

kiss me through the phone by @howliesbarnes [fanfic, t]

is this progress? by @gyokujyn [fanart, steve rogers, sam wilson, natasha romanoff]

Verses for Winter (Day 1) by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place [poetry]

Prompt: PTSD

close enough for government work by @gyokujyn [fanart, bucky barnes]

The Dole of a Death of Self by @vostok3-ka [poetry, bucky barnes]

PTSD by @ace-bucket [fanart, steve rogers, tw: blood]

Prompt: Endurance

the endurance of a super-soldier by @witchywithwhiskey [fanfic, e, steve/reader]

Endurance by @metalbvcky [gifset, sam wilson, steve rogers]

[justastraymoa]

BangChan

Vs 3 day weekend

Saves you from a bad date

Vs a bouquet / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 6 / pt 7 / pt 8 / pt 9 / pt 10 / pt 11 / pt 12 / pt 13 / pt 14 / Final

Saving them from a bad date

Finds your cat

Adventures with cheese masterlist

Berry runs off

Chooses your outfit for lollapalooza

Clone a Willy

Random texts Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

You ask him what animal you are

He asks for a favor / happy ending / sad ending / badass y/n ending

Missing Christmas

Vs Stomach Flu

Mafia boss

Has a panic/anxiety attack

You distance yourself

Vs Australia | Pt. 2

[myreygn]

@saddishhh @nataliewritez @duckymcdoorknob @giggly-squiggily @fanfic-chan @italeean @kokupuffs @trans-ace-lee @rachi-roo

tag your online friends who have long overstayed their welcome 😔😔

[oraclekleo]

BHS Tarot Reading stands for Blindfold - Handcuff - Spank and it’s a more spicy version of the Kiss - Marry - Kill game. This passive version of the BHS Tarot Game describes idols’ reactions to them being on the receiving and giving side of these activities. Depending on your preferences, you can read only the parts you personally feel drawn to or you can read it all out of curiosity. This version describes the situation from the idol’s perspective but can include some details about you, if the cards indicate it. 

Disclaimer:

This tarot reading is for mature audience only, minors do not engage

All my tarot readings have purely entertainment nature

This is a timeless general reading, take what resonates

I have never met any of the celebrities mentioned, this is equal to fanfic

In this case I have already performed the tarot readings, 6 in total.

I will appreciate your feedback if you purchase the readings.

Kleo 🦄

Stray Kids Masterlist

The cards I pulled:

Bang Chan (Stray Kids) - Sub

Blindfolded by you (10 of Cups, Page of Cups, 8 of Cups)

Handcuffed by you (2 of Swords, 9 of Pentacles, XVIII The Moon)

Spanked by you (8 of Pentacles, V The Hierophant, 5 of Swords)

Bang Chan (Stray Kids) - Dom

Blindfolds you (VII The Chariot, IX The Hermit, 6 of Wands)

Handcuffs you (Knight of Swords, King of Swords, 10 of Pentacles)

Spanks you (IX The Hermit, 3 of Cups, Ace of Swords)

[dropthedemiurge]

WIP Tag Game!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you like!

Tagged by @doyou000me and @fairylokai, thank you guys<3

In a Chaotic Lawful author's style, I usually upload stories on AO3 as soon as I write them, no regrets :D But I have some ongoing long fics and half-abandoned stories that I just need to get excited about again so... Maybe someone will be still curious to learn more (or get future snippets :])

Fanfics

Make NPC Happy/Game of a Misfit (aka NPC Supremacy Zone) - Love for Love's sake ot3 (all chapters after 6)

bros before hos in love with the bros (aka Magnetic Hearts) - Bad Buddy ot4 slowburn (chapter 12 and forward)

burning ice - Donghee/Hotae, post-canon Time of Fever

hold each other's hands - Kawi/Pisaeng, aspec exploration

in the room with scarlet curtains - Junhoe/Jinhwan, supernatural dream AU

Waterfall in the Sky - B.I pov AU, healing after depression (webtoon)

It snows in my heart (aka Free Spirit) - Boston in USA, meeting SandRay, Only Friends post-canon fix-it fic

Dream Wrapped in Gold - MorkDay, Last Twilight AU, other chapters

Meet me, Death - KanThua, supernatural grim reaper AU

Young and Menace - Not Me x Law of Attraction, Black and Todd interacting with Tinn and Chan

Not Me, Not You, We Switched Places - Not Me x Eclipse, Yok and Akk switch universes

Paint My Life Orange - FirstKhao AU (interactive visual novel)

Originals

Fire Ocean Orden - supernatural/superhero, found family, finding yourself by overcoming unfortunate gift of powers (characters based on iKON)

Bird of Color - steampunk world, art vs engineering, rebel

U MAD - urban magic, rebelling against capitalism and politics (not me style), found family

The very touch of you corrupts - coming of age, identity navigation, MLM, Ace Guy/Allo Guy (Trans)

It was fun checking out my drafts and remembering stories I wanted to work on! I should really focus on my original stories... but they are easier for me to write in a form of fanfic (even before turning to webtoon or visual novel) so that's why a few original stories are in the Fanfics section for now xD

If anyone's curious about some specific story, ask me! I'll find a snippet ^^

Tagging without any pressure my fellow discord sprinters @wereflamingo, @welcometothelairofthebitchking, @xagan, @ablazenqueen, @thepancakelady :]

[italeean]

Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back 😊 Now let the hugging begin! 💜

Waaaahh thank youuu 🥹😭 I really needed that ❤️❤️

But, since I'm running on a tight schedule I'll tag everyone instead of sending you all an ask... ahem-

@chibimochii @wertzunge @tenta-tickles @jettorii @mai-mei @xsezzie @myreygn @kaerichan-yatta @tickles-and-cuddles @eliankrios @rand0m-s1nner @nekoma-not-lee @stopiteatpopcorn @fanfic-chan @nataliewritez @skribblz @duckymcdoorknob @blobbirobbi @peachesv094 @eliasiis @lovelynim @made-by-jade-222 @intheheartofarainbow @otomiya-tickles @vqler

GET HUGGED!!

And a fist bump for @trans-ace-lee

[indzae-mayumi]

In Pain By Tsubaki

(Miyagi x Ayako fanfic. "Slam Dunk" is by Inoue Takehiko.)

A strong negative feeling suddenly aroused from Miyagi's soul. He did not like what he saw.

His dear Aya-chan was talking to Shohoku's ace, Rukawa Kaede. It was just a platonic interaction. After all, Ayako was the manager of the basketball club, and she was Rukawa's sempai in Tomigaoka as well.

Miyagi was not supposed to feel this way. He was already in love with Ayako secretly, and he had seen many encounters between the two without incidents on his part. But that recent incident between the two made Miyagi so uncomfortable that he realized that Rukawa had the upper hand when it came to looks. Rukawa was tall and fair-skinned. Miyagi was proud of his tanned skin, but not with his height, as he was short by basketball standards. It was his complex. He did not like to lose to the kitsune. It did not help that many girls, including Akagi's imouto Haruko, flocked towards Rukawa, while Miyagi got dumped by ten girls.

But one day, on the day before the game with Miuradai, Miyagi suddenly experienced something he thought was not real.

He began coughing bright pink petals, particularly from a tsubaki. He was not one for flowers, and he realized it probably must have been Ayako's favorite flower.

Heck, he did not know if Ayako liked flowers at all.

The first person who saw him coughing up petals inside the gym one evening was Mitsui, who was as startled as he was.

"Ho...hoy, Miyagi. Are... are you dying or something?" was Mitsui's alarmed query. He, too, knew, what those meant.

Miyagi cupped his mouth again and coughed up more petals, though lesser than the first batch. After that coughing fit, he turned to his other best friend and asked, worry in his eyes.

"They say there is a remedy for this?"

"Yes, they said it's antibiotic or something. Or painkillers, the heck I know," Mitsui said, startled already. "But there is a surgery for that."

"I don't wanna get a surgery," Miyagi said. "I... I might lose my feelings for Aya-chan."

Mitsui's look grew pensive. "So, your defensiveness when I tried to destroy the basketball team weeks before was true. You really love Ayako."

Miyagi only nodded before coughing. Mitsui learned that the petals were those of a tsubaki flower, so he thought he should make Ayako confess what flowers she liked.

****

During the game against Miuradai, Miyagi did not look at Ayako, though he looked at Rukawa with contempt. Rukawa, the stoic and indifferent man that he was, did not give a damn. Miyagi did his best to contain the irritating itchiness of his throat, and good thing that Sakuragi did not pester him. Instead, the redhead was busy bragging about how he, the tensai, would lead Shohoku to victory for this particular game.

Unfortunately for Sakuragi, the spotlight was on him because not only did he foul out, he also accidentally dunked the ball on power forward Naito's head. Miyagi thought it was unfortunate for Sakuragi, but he was a bit thankful that his chest and his throat was not acting up... not until Ayako spoke to Mitsui.

Miyagi did not feel a bit of ounce of jealous on Mitsui, but the look of Ayako's fair face had him hopelessly falling in love again. But his chest tightened, and he ran away from the basketball court, making Mitsui chase after him.

Mitsui saw Miyagi coughing furiously inside the restroom of the gym, and this time, the petals of the tsubaki had turned dark pink. The shooting guard stood at the doorway before getting inside to console his teammate.

"Ayako likes tsubaki, especially dark ones. Like the ones you are coughing now," Mitsui confessed.

As Miyagi continued coughing, Mitsui said that Ayako was wondering why Mitsui asked her about flowers all of a sudden, but he did not tell Miyagi's secret.

"We can't afford to lose you, Miyagi. You are important to the team," Mitsui said. "Confessing is difficult. But you gotta do what you gotta do."

"Thanks man," Miyagi said after his cough subsided. He turned on the tap and let the water flush out the petals to the drain.

"Do you want me to bring you to the hospital?" Mitsui offered. "We could probably ask for medicine for that."

Miyagi only nodded.

****

Ayako wondered why Miyagi and Mitsui seemed to be hanging out together often, but what worried her was how Miyagi seemed so haggard, tired, and sickly. She often saw him running towards somewhere while coughing. She wanted to confront him, thinking he should be treated for some kind of a contagious disease.

One afternoon before practice, like she would usually do without shame, Ayako barged inside the Shohoku basketball team locker room.

"H...hey! Stop doing that, Ayako!" Kogure admonished her in embarrassment as he held his shirt up his chest.

"You don't have abs, Kogure-sempai, so don't worry about me drooling over you," Ayako said nonchalantly.

"Nani???" Kogure asked, embarrased again.

"Don't just barge in without knocking," Akagi said in embarrassment too.

But Ayako just strutted inside and opened Miyagi's locker. While searching for something in his bag, she asked Akagi and Kogure if they noticed something different about Miyagi.

"He's coughing up flowers," Kogure revealed.

Ayako stopped with her search, stunned at the revelation. But she continued searching for something in Miyagi's bag until she saw a glass bottle of a medicine that was familiar to her. (After all, Ayako was interested in anything biology-related, as was needed in her work as manager to help her team with injuries).

The medicine had Ayako stunned. She also happened to see some dark pink tsubaki petals inside Miyagi's bag.

"Does... Ryota have Hanahaki disease?" she asked them, all the while looking at the medicine bottle in her hand.

The captain and the vice captain noted the quiver in the manager's voice.

"If he's coughing up flowers, then he probably has that," Akagi replied seriously. "Everyone in the team knows he likes you a lot."

"Where's Ryota?" Ayako asked them, her orbs about to be clouded with tears.

"He and Sakuragi are already in the gym, probably cleaning," Kogure replied.

Ayako slammed close Miyagi's locker before she dashed out of the men's locker room. Mitsui's question to her about flowers started to make sense.

****

Ayako dashed towards the school gym and saw the first years, Miyagi, and Mitsui dutifully cleaning the gym before practices. Ayako strutted towards Miyagi, and, holding him by the wrist, dragged him away from the rest.

"I want to have a word with you," Ayako told him without looking at him, voice shaking in concern.

The rest of the people in the gym except for Sakuragi were not able to say anything. Miyagi did not protest, but was worried because of Ayako's behavior.

Finally, they went to the men's locker room just as Akagi and Kogure exited the room. She looked at the sempais, who looked at the two of them knowingly. Miyagi saw the look of the sempais' eyes and realized that Akagi, Kogure, and Ayako might have known something which he thought only he and Mitsui knew.

Damn, he was busted. Finally, inside the locker room, he protested.

"Let me go, Aya-chan," he said as he massaged his wrist. He inspected it, and it had grown red.

"Look at me, Ryota," Ayako demanded. When Miyagi did, she blurted out, "Do you have Hanahaki disease?"

Miyagi was forced to admit that he did.

"I finally understand Mitsui-sempai's question to me," she said in a half-whisper. "Do you love me, Ryota?"

Miyagi did not want to admit, and he coughed up flowers in front of her. He knelt down on the floor as his lungs expelled all those flowers, and he inhaled painfully before coughing up more. Soon, he felt a pair of arms wrapped around him.

"Don't you die, Miyagi Ryota," Ayako begged. "Please don't leave me."

Miyagi soon felt his airways getting better, his breathing easier. He felt Ayako's head on his shoulder, and tears on his shirt.

"You are my best friend. You should have told me," Ayako wept. "Please don't leave me, Ryota. I need you. I love you."

Miyagi wrapped his arms around her and consoled her, "I love you too, Aya-chan. I'm sorry for making you worry. I did not want to let you know because I thought you were in love with Rukawa."

Ayako pushed him gently and looked into his eyes. "Rukawa? Heck no! He will only be a kohai to me."

Miyagi was not able to react because Ayako cupped his cheeks before pressing her lips tenderly on his. Soon, the two of them were kissing inside the locker room.

Unknown to them, the rest of the basketball team peaked. There were smiles on Akagi's, Kogure's, and Mitsui's faces. Kakuta restrained Sakuragi, and Shiozaki and Yasuda covered his face and his mouth to avoid him from screaming in delight. The rest of the first years (excluding Rukawa, who only sported a nonchalant face) were grinning from ear to ear.

"Let's go," Akagi told the team in whispers.

As they walked back to the gym to leave Ayako and Miyagi alone in the locker room, thoughtful Kuwata remarked.

"I never thought that kind of sickness existed."

"I think it's sad," Sasaoka remarked.

And Ishii replied, "Heck, I bet a lot of people had died just with that disease alone."

But they stopped on their tracks when Rukawa turned to look at them pensively. Though the four of them were in the same year, and Ishii and Rukawa were classmates, they still were afraid of him because Shohoku's ace was unapproachable. But then, the ace turned towards the front and walked away with the rest of the basketball team.

****

As usual, Rukawa was the one left alone inside the gym to practice. By the time he finished, he went straight to the locker room to shower and change. But when he went back to the gym to exit and turn off the lights, his face turned white than it already was. And he wanted to collapse on the spot.

On the floor of the school gym was a bunch of maple flowers.

--end--