#didn't know if you wanted platonic or romantic so kept it vague :3

[giggly-squiggily]

The good old "Don't what?" "Tihickle mehee!" "Tickle you? Okay!" For lee Muichiro and ler reader? I feel like he'd definitely get caught with that, and he'd be so mad about it too, hehe.

I think I saw you get an ask for him alr, so I hope this is ok! He's just so baby 🥺

{Puffs are now CLOSED!}

AHH GOD I LOVE MUI!! He's my son- I love him so much! Anon, I've gotcha covered! :D

“Ehehheek, nohohohohoho!”

“Yeehehhes!” You mimicked, grinning from ear to ear at the Muichiro’s squeaks of mirth. “You’re gonna get it now, you little cheat!”

Calling him a cheater might have been a bit much, but what else could explain his flawless record of paper airplane tosses? There was no way he could nail it everytime!

Totally that and not because you’re not very good at making them. Yep. Absolutely that.

“Whohohoh’s chehehahahahting? Ehehehehehaa, (Y/N)! Gehahahahahha, pleahahhahse!” There was no defending himself as you trapped him in a hug, one arm snug around his waist while your other scratched and prodded at his spine. “Nohohohoho, doohohohn’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Tihihihickle mehehhehehe!”

“Tickle you?” You were delighted at his adorable slipup, watching his face grow red. “Wow, someone’s enjoying himself! Okay then- tickle tickle tickle!”

“Nohohohoo! Thahahht’s nohohoht whahhat I meheahhahant! Aehahhahahah, (Y/N) pleahahhahahse!” The young Hashira flailed and jumped in your arms like a cat avoiding water, half blinded by his hair as he leaned back as far as he could. “I dihihihihdn’t chehehahhahat! I sweahhahahahre!”

“Oh, did you? Then how do you explain why you keep winning our airplane battles?”

“Ihihihih’m juhuhuhust gohohohohood! Yoohohohu neehhhed to do behehehehtter- EHEHHEK!” His laughter shot up an octave before dissolving into hiccupy snorts as you doubled your efforts. It wasn’t long before his legs gave out, sending you both tumbling to the ground. “OHohohokay! Oohohohohkay I tahahhke it bahahahahck! Yooohu wihihihin! Yohoohou wihihiihhin!”

‘Hehe, yay!” You cheered, not sure what exactly you won but pleased all the same. Releasing him from your tickly clutches, you poked his cheeks sweetly as he gasped for air. “Victory is mine! Thank you, Lord Tokito. You’re all too kind.”

“Eheheh..hehehe..I dohoohn’t know whahaht I lhohoost, but if yoohohur hahappy.” He nodded, smiling at your victory cheer.

If it meant you kept smiling like that- he’d gladly lose every time.

[dnovep]

noah is gay!!!! tell us all about it :3!!

tysm for asking, let's talk about it!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ bearing in mind i just woke up & my memory of anything not right in front of me ('the dream thieves' is in my hands rn) is nyot good sooo sorry for any glaring errors 😬

OK SO

wait i'm going to grab the first book send me luck i don't get dizzy getting out of bed too quick hahah

ok i got all 3 other books from the series we're in business baby

1. barrington whelk, family, & his alive days:

resentful, entitled, angry, lonely whelk is like that for a lot of obvious reasons but is also a mirror to noah. even after he was murdered brutally noah still loves glitter in snow globes & blue's spiky hair & playing with ronan. despite all the voices he hears whelk is alone & separate from his coworkers, noah is part of a family (even if not all of him is really there). tl;dr whelk is a reversing mirror to noah - & both are gay! comp het in an all-boys school for kids of rich & successful parents who stereotypically demand success & the perfect-seeming life (declan and the ashleys, get high grades or you're out, how much do those uniforms cost per year?). the czernys seem lovely at noah's funeral but who knows what pressures noah felt from them/school teachers/society or how much or little they acknowledged the existence of non-cishet identities. cabeswater takes adam's control over himself, his security in his own body, "I sacrifice myself." next to that, adam giving up everything, noah says "I almost woke up Cabeswater, we were close enough to do that." it's less how 'close' they were & actually how much whelk valued noah, reciprocated or not. or, this is noah talking, maybe noah thought they nearly woke up cabeswater, thought they were close enough to do that, but whelk didn't care enough for it to do that. noah makes excuses for whelk killing him (with crushing parallels to things people say in real life for people they love who hurt them). i'm including this whole paragraph because there's more here: ""You don't understand," Noah whispered. Blue was afraid he would disappear. This, she understood, had been a secret, carried inside him for seven years [since he died], and he still didn't want to confess it. "He was upset. He'd lost everything. If he'd been thinking straight, I don't he would've... he didn't mean to... we were friends like - are you afraid of Gansey?"" in the 7 years after he killed noah whelk didn't let himself miss him until it looks like he's going to die (neeve, ritual) at which point the guilt & all the good things about noah hits him & he feels "this terrible weight". of course all of this could be platonic but yeah it's just fun in a really heartbreaking & tragic way to think that they had Something almost romantic. "It was a strange, old expression, one that Whelk hadn't heard since his own days at Aglionby, when he, too, had been tight as ticks with his room-mate Czerny. [and they were room-mates!] He felt a hollowness inside him, like he was hungry, like he should've stayed home and drunk more to commemorate this miserable day." "Only Whelk and Czerny, treasure hunters and troublemakers, cared about [St Mark's Day's] existence." "Czerny and Whelk had returned, a half-dozen times, taking readings (next to the circle, there were six different numbers in Czerny's handwriting), digging in the dirt for possible artefacts, watching overnight for signs of supernatural activity." "All Whelk could find out was that the line loved reciprocity and sacrifice, but that was frustratingly vague." before whelk's family lost all their money him & noah kept pushing the ritual to wake the ley line back, there wasn't a desperate need (& maybe they liked staying there together overnight, taking readings, chatting). whelk's second girlfriend was "technically" noah's girlfriend.

2. adam vs whelk:

adam kills whelk. "[To Noah] Adam said, rather more ferocious than he'd been a moment before, "A friend wouldn't kill you."" whelk's ambition & the value he put on his family's good standing & his obsession after his dad's arrested and his family loses their money vs adam's ambition & the value he puts on improving his own good standing & his obsessive drive to push himself forward and up. "Adam had several things he thought about saying, but when he opened his mouth, it was none of those things. "Why Noah?" he asked. "Why not someone horrible?" Whelk closed his eyes for a bare second. "I'm not having this conversation. Why are you here?"" whelk hears 'voices' from his deal with cabeswater, adam sees 'ghosts' from his deal with cabeswater.

[when noah slips from time does that mean whelk does too?? or does he come back to life, if he never killed noah?? or does everything stay the same & they just fill in gaps where noah was to make it make sense???]

3. ronan & noah & The Secret.

"Noah said to Ronan, "I know why you're mad." Ronan sneered at him, but his pulse heaved. "Tell me then, Prophet." Noah said, "It's not my job to tell other people's secrets."" (this quote is so interesting - whose secret is it?? does he mean he can't tell ronan his own secret? or future!ronan's secret? someone else's??) [i could add more here about ronan & noah & cabeswater & cars, noah's red mustang, & both being gay but it's been nearly 90 mins & i'm getting sleepy again]

4. noah dies so gansey lives,

noah & whelk die vs adam & ronan live, whelk kills noah, adam saves ronan (& vice versa).

5. the blue kiss:

noah died when he was 17 - still learning about himself, still ("technically") dating a girl, so it makes sense that his ghost is still stuck in that mindset. maybe it's too early for him to realise he liked girls as friends, not romantically, maybe it's denial, maybe he never gets to work that out about himself. comp het, pressures of being in a rich family sent to a fancy & demanding school. offers to kiss blue if she's "curious" about how it feels, rubs the mark on his cheek from where whelk killed him before he does. the first kiss is a mess, the second is "a lot like kissing a dishwasher". "Blue squinted. "Are you sure you've done this before?" "Hey!" he protested. "It's weird for me, cause it's you." "Well, it's weird for me because it's you.""We can stop." "Maybe we should." then he refers to how kisses look in movies & says to imagine & copy those movie kisses - ok comp het, ok playing the part. after the 3rd kiss, "His smudge had got very dark, and he was cold enough that she shivered. Blue gave him a watery smile. "That was super nice." He shrugged, eyes doleful, shoulders curled in on themselves. He was fading. It wasn't that she could see through him. It was that it was hard to remember what he looked like, even while she was looking at him. When he turned his head, she saw him swallow. He mumbled, "I'd ask you out, if I was alive." Nothing was fair."

i listened to my noah playlist while writing this so shameless plug:

(i don't think maggie wrote him as gay, this is just fun playing about a character i love hahah)

[idiotwhowritesshipstuff]

Oooh you write for SDRA2? Can I have Yuki with a reader who reveals to him that they're in void? Like maybe they try to warn him or do something to halt voids plans? The concept runs around in my head rent free lol

Oooooh! So I was tempted to refuse this request for the sole fact that YUKI DOESNT DESERVE THIS BRO but I decided to give it a try as a sort of writing exercise. I had to rewatch some trial aftermaths to figure out the best way for him to react and when to place this scenario. I decided to place this situation after Emma's execution. I was originally gonna do it after chapter 3 but I think he would be too mad and as mentioned in my rules screaming and aggression at the reader is something I just can't write (personal reasons :P) and chapter 4 is too late.

I went for a more platonic angle as I think it works better as a friend scenario though there's no harm in interpreting here that Yuki and reader have romantic feelings for each other, I just didn't focus on that for this scenario.

I'm a bit disappointed in myself over how this scenario went as I don't think I fully realized its potential but I hope you enjoy!

Bonus note: I FORGOT THE HEADER TEXT MAN

Mod Monaca

TW: Reader's past is kept vague but considering they are a Void member it is described as being rather traumatic and has a mention of wanting to commit suicide. Yuki will unfortunately force the story out of them and while it is for justifiable reasons this may be uncomfortable to some so be warned. None of the TWs are written graphically but the warning still applies.

SDRA2 Yuki Maeda finding out reader is a void

The events of the second trial had left him severely shaken up. Not just because of the tragic losses of 4 of his classmates but the fact that so far, barring Mikado, Void has consisted of people who were famous celebrities. Just what was Void's goal? Why did they set up this killing game? How did Mikado convince such famous people to join his organization?

As the killing game carried on, these questions continued to plague him. He thought with Hajime's death, the voids would turn against Mikado and refuse to participate in the killing game anymore but Emma's words about murder being the only answer for Voids were chilling and no amount of support from Sora, Shinji and Setsuka let him shake off those eerie words. Yuki needed answers to his questions, he just never expected that you of all people would be the one to give him the answers he was looking for.

You two hadn't known each other for very long yet but you were the one he trusted the most in his class. Whenever he wasn't off training with Shinji, he would investigate with you and try to get to know you better. Despite your kind nature, you weren't the most open about your life prior to the killing school field trip. Yuki was nice enough not to pry since bringing up the past seemed to be something that caused you a lot of distress and he wasn't someone like Kokoro who was trained in mental health, all he could do in the event of upsetting you is change the subject.

He didn't know what to think when you asked him to meet in private, he trusted you a lot and believed in your close bond but considering what went down with Emma and Kokoro, he almost thought about bringing Shinji or Sora with him to your meeting. He decided to trust you wouldn't hurt him and simply told Shinji and Sora about his meeting with you so if you did decide to backstab him, they would know where to find him.

The best way to describe Yuki after your meeting where you confessed your true identity is exhausted. After the initial wave of shock over the news, he was gathering his courage to support you through your defection from Void when you chose to reveal to him what Void's goal was: To break his mind with a killing game and replace him with Master Utsuro.

It sounded so farfetched, the very idea that a group of people could come together to try and bring someone back to life by breaking someone down to an empty husk by committing murder in horrific ways so that the target would be so traumatized a new person could steal their body. This kind of scheme would be something he'd see in anime, not in real life!

Yuki's inability to properly grasp the reality of your group's plans for him would work in your favor a bit as he would be in such disbelief over the idea he wouldn't fully process the full implications of what success would've been to you so when you're done telling him everything, he would tell you to tell everyone else in the group about Void while he went to lie down in his room.

It would take him awhile to want to speak to you again after that break he took, Shinji would need to talk him into it and he would be occupied for a while as he would need to guard Nikei and Iroha who were beyond displeased at your betrayal but when he does get around to speaking to Yuki, Yuki would seek you out to try and understand why you ever consented to Void's plans.

Normally he would be more patient with you about your past but after everything that happened, he would demand you tell him why even if it hurt you. He would listen attentively to your story about what your life was like prior to meeting Utsuro, albeit with grit teeth as you described how hellish life was for you and how you just wanted to die at such a young age so the pain would go away. Your early childhood really gives him a new perspective about his own life, he's always wished for a more exciting life and desired to be something special but hearing how you had to live in an environment comparative to hell on Earth in order to obtain your ultimate talent from a man with powers that broke the very laws of nature, he's grateful for being an average high school student.

As shaken as he is over your true identity, he would comfort you after hearing about what drove you to participate in a killing game. He isn't sure how he can support you after you all escape Utsuroshima but learning that you weren't some heartless psycho willing to kill high schoolers for selfish reasons and were instead a person driven to despair clinging to whatever hope they had gives him the resolve to trust in you once more and mend your relationship.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

because we all deserve an angsty snippet

Work in progress, 3/4 done!

TW: mention of past suicidal ideal

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A beat while Arthur listens.

Martin can’t imagine what that must be like - your person, inside your head. He wonders how things will change for these two if John does, indeed, get a body.

He wonders if Arthur really, truly realizes how much this John is his person.

It hardly has to be romantic. But Martin also has the language to express such things - queer, maybe platonic, etc. He doubts Arthur does, and without the words for it, it remains vague, unformed.

He thinks their friendship will survive separation.

His love survived Jon’s ability to read his mind, so surely, these two can manage when losing their shared space.

Arthur licks his lips. “Right. I don’t know how to - well, it’s not an easy question, is it? Oh, hush. Martin - your Jon. Is he… human? I’m sorry. I don’t know another way to ask that.”

Martin hesitates. “I honestly don’t know. He was. I’m not sure he is, now.”

“If he’s not, John says there’s something we can do if… damn it, John, he just cleaned up.” Arthur sighs. “If you have any of his blood. I’m sorry. There’s simply no way to deliver these requests without sounding macabre.”

Martin swallows.

A moment passes.

“I’m sorry,” says Arthur. “We shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, there… does it have to be fresh?”

Arthur listens. “No.”

“Then there is something.” Martin doesn’t move. 

Arthur may not be able to see his face, but he’s not stupid. “I’m sorry, forget we asked. John, there has to be something else.”

“No. No, I can get it.” Martin feels almost robotic as he heads to the kitchen and opens the trap door to the root cellar.

It’s startlingly cold down there, deep wooden stairs descending into a space so narrow that Martin must turn sideways. The cellar opens up a little past the stairs, but not by much.

It’s lined with shelves, laden with mostly canned goods, ready in neat glass jars for winter.

The candle he brings is the only light, and he’s fine with that. Down here is always, always filled with webs.

No, that isn’t true. It’s not filled with webs. It’s just rife where their stuff from Earth is kept.

Martin stares at the very back of the cellar - two backpacks, seemingly innocent but for being wound in white and wisp.

He’d stopped clearing the webs off after the first month. When Jon asked if he could see them, he… lied. 

There really wasn’t any point to it. He just did. Didn’t want to worry anyone.

I’m as bad as he is, Martin thinks, staring. 

His heart races.

For Jon, he tells himself, and walks toward them.

The smell hits him first, and it is so strange.

These bags carry an electrical smell for reasons unknown, a scent that just doesn’t exist here - an atmosphere of power lines and ozone, the odor of busy power stations, the strangely charged air of the apocalypse.

Martin has no idea if the bags look weird on some level, too. He never asked. 

He should have asked how they looked to Jon, but there’s no point in castigating himself now. He kneels and opens the bag on the left.

The thing he needs isn’t in there. He just wants to feel these clothes. To press the factory-made cloth between his fingers, to remember them draped on Jon’s too-thin body, to marvel at the uniformity of industrial stitches.

And to put off reaching behind the right-hand bag.

The one on the right holds his own clothes, and it’s harder to look at those. To remember them on his skin, remember them hiding his skin, remember how he thought it was normal to dislike his body so much.

He didn’t feel strong, like now. Just… accepted his mother’s caustic comments, and Elias’ paternal parallel. 

What a contrast to remember the first time he and Jon made love, and the way Jon made him feel. Feel manly and sexy and desired. Feel worthy and seen and strong. So weird, to touch these clothes, and remember. 

For Jon. Who didn't even like sex that much, but would make love for him.

Martin lifts his backpack and puts it aside.

Behind it lies a knife. It is a serious knife; a Ministry of Defense “survival” knife with a sheepsfoot blade, Jon had told him, and a thick, black grip perfect for Martin’s hand. He liked the way it had felt when they were traveling through the wastes, liked how it seemed to fit him, as if it had been designed for his palm.

Funny, that he cannot now recall where he got the thing.

Daisy’s place, probably. But he doesn’t remember packing it.

He just remembers having it, being comforted (pointlessly) by its existence - and also remembers the horror when he found it gone and knew where it had to be.

He’d known Jon was going to do something crazy. He had known; or had he?

He tells himself he did.

He’d certainly thrown that accusation at Jon like he did.

He’d gone to Melanie and Georgie, trying to hurry things along, on the claim that he did. But to what end? What, exactly had that been going to achieve?

Down here, in the quiet dark of the cellar, in another world, planning a rescue mission from a god, alongside a blind man with a piece of said god inside him, Martin can admit the truth.

He’d been afraid Jon was going to use the knife on himself, and thought that by somehow harming Jonah first, he could prevent it.

Why didn’t I say anything? he thinks, staring at it, unwilling to pick it up. If I really thought he had suicidal ideation, why did I act like everything was fine? Why did I even let him out of my sight for a moment?

Martin has no answer for that. The closest he can come is because I wanted to be wrong.

And he was. Jon hadn’t used it on himself at all. 

Though, in a way, he had.

“Okay, Blackwood, you’re done,” he mutters, flexing his hand a few times. “Sat in your head for a while, had your little cry, and now it’s time to get to work.” He swallows hard and reaches.

He’d never cleaned it off.

Drawing it from Jon’s side when they arrived here - the slight suction of Jon’s flesh when he pulled it free - had been the worst thing he’d ever felt, in his entire life, hands-down.

He’d thrown it down then, focused, just… desperate to keep Jon alive.

Jon, who had not been breathing.

Jon, who had hung in his arms, limp - 

But he’d been bleeding, heavily, and that got Martin moving because that mean a heartbeat, meant Jon was still alive.

He hadn’t recalled the knife for two solid days, and even then, had only gone outside, looked at it, walked a few feet away to throw up, and left it there in the dirt.

Two weeks passed before he had the courage to retrieve it from the neglected garden.

The blood had long since dried. No insects or animals had messed with it at all - an unnerving thing, but Martin, at that point, lacked the wherewithal to wrestle with that weirdness, and he’d just taken it inside and - on a whim - thrown it into the unused root cellar to get it out of his sight.

It still bore Jon’s blood. A lot of blood. All over the blade, all over the handle, all over the guard.

It doesn’t feel like anything as he carries it upstairs. Gritty, a little. Like old, slightly tacky dirt.

“No, that won’t work,” Arthur is saying as Martin returns. “I mean, you could do that, but it would be quite hard to take on clients if they were busy being spooked that you had so many arms.” 

What an image. 

John Doe, thinks Martin, might actually be cute. Endearing, at least, in spite of his origin.

He decides not to comment on that. “I have it.”

Arthur turns his face toward Martin. 

It’s a good face, Martin thinks - clearly worn and tired, but there’s a stubbornness in it he finds oddly refreshing. 

Oh, Arthur hides that stubbornness with smiles and a lovely, pleasant voice, but Martin knows what he sees. That stubbornness is something he could never miss.

“So?” Martin says. “Is this usable?” And he holds out the knife.

Arthur listens. “Calm down.”

“You’ve got to tell me what he’s saying.”

Arthur sighs. “John says it’s reactive. He says it’s responding to us both.”

Martin looks at it. “It’s not moving. What does he mean, responding?”

A pause. “Resonating to the Lonely in both of us, and to the Eye in you. And to something he calls the Web, as well. We haven’t discussed that one, John. What is it?”

So Jon’s blood, even old and dried, still resonated to the Fears. Great. Just great.