#evil BETA??? yes pls

[twisted-limbic]

OK so I know Hailey's On It! is a piece of children's media and probably won't go too in depth with the time travel aspect of the show but they have the opportunity to go batshit crazy if they felt like it. As a treat.

Like AC Aychvak is likely a red herring as the chaos bots creator. The rivalry with Hailey, the robots in the beach episode, the name, it all points too conveniently at him but a closer observation of his character reveals its almost definitely not him. He is a devious little turd, sure, but he's also a dumbass with only the surface level appearance of being intelligent. He doesn't come off as someone capable of creating the bots, and even if he were, his motivation is to show up Hailey. If Hailey is saving the world he wants to save the world but BETTER. Why would he want to burn it?

But then there is the time travel thing.

Whenever Hailey nearly fails a task a time glitch opens and let's a chaos bot or three in. But the thing is this glitch doesn't open to the Professor's bright, shiny, chrome-plated future. It opens to the bleak, ruined future where Hailey fails to save the world.

We already know that our Hailey's timeline splits into at least two simultaneously existing branches: a timeline where she is successful, and a timeline where she fails.

We already know a little bit about this "good" timeline. It's where the Professor is from, there is a good Hailey, and the world is certainly not an ashen wasteland.

What we know about the "bad" timeline is that it's a barren, post-apocolyptic wasteland, but it isn't void of life, and it may be where the chaos bots are from. This timeline certainly has its own Hailey.

Feasibly, this failed Hailey might be bitter, and scorned. And certainly this Hailey has the same scientific proclivities of her more successful counterpart.

So what I'm saying is what if the chaos bots WERE created by Hailey, just an evil version of her that only exists in the most catastrophic version of reality?

[razziematazz]

my stobotnik omegaverse thoughts

ask and you shall receive, as i am nothing if not responsive to the people. and apparently, this is what the people want! nsfw warning but only if ur chronically online tbh

so, starting off with some context: it’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 time. be warned pt 2. bc that’s actually what my friend and i were discussing LMAOOO. the whole conversation was kickstarted by them sending me a drawing of stone flushed due to a fever in which everyone in the replies were saying “damn he’s in heat”, right? but the artist was like “GUYS HES NOT IN HEAT HES SICK”

and my response was “hes sick because he isn’t being knotted actually. Soon that will be fixed.”

but then i was like… Wait. bc to me, they’re both alphas … bc….

yes, stone follows robotniks every command, and he is ECSTATIC doing it! we all agree on this!!!

but but BUT…. if you’ve seen my other posts, you’ll know that i am an AVID supporter of the idea that stone was a top of the line, best of the best field agent before working for robotnik. i believe he has killed before robotnik, but SINCE working for robotnik?

he never took any sort of pleasure when he had to kill before. it was just a necessary evil. but now that he’s got something to protect? someone of his own?? he has killed for robotnik without a second thought and would kill for him again in a heartbeat. and he has lowkey enjoyed it, knowing he’s the one saving the doctor

he’s like those pictures of wolves with watermelons on their heads and etc . of tigers laying in cardboard boxes

he follows robotniks orders and follows them well because he WANTS to fiercely protect robotnik, fulfill all of his needs, and ensure his happiness at all costs, no matter if it’s shooting someone point blank or dealing with robotniks hand dragging him around by the inside of his mouth

(he likes that last one, actually.)

robotnik is just an alpha. idc. he’s literally the stereotype: taller, important, impressive facial hair, a loud and extremely confident asshole

i just feel it in my bones sorry for very little elaboration, besides how he also loves pushing people around

(in contexts other than this, however, i’ll also accept him being a beta tho. solely bc i think him proving that he’s a valuable genius despite not being anything biologically special is a good idea too)

and then i remembered this wonderful thing called bitching! and this wonderful thought that hey actually…. stone went So Hard caring for robotnik, he started becoming lowkey like a feral omega. but obviously, that can’t be EVERYTHING.

it, alongside the fact that he’s been (shamefully) wondering about robotniks knot since like less than a year into working for him, is REALLYYY getting to stone.

and finally, after some plot- perhaps around the time robotnik is recovering in the crab, where stones caretaking instincts are going haywire?- stone gets a taste of that knot !!!!

and then another. and then another. and then about a decades worth more. and what do you know? he and robotnik spedrun bitching at 100%, emotionally and physically

also, i just want you to know that during this revelation, my friend was researching if you can get sick from being too horny irl. (sex improves immune system functions is the answer)

and then this friend, word for word, spat out this wonderful idea: “bitch Stone with a 24/7 piston fuck machine w/ orgasm denial/chastity cage WHAT WHO SAID THAT”

AND HELL YEAH BROTHER

And honestly?? i’d like to add on…….

stone found the blueprints for it when he was trying to save as much as possible from robotniks lab, between the first and second movies. maybe it was even somewhere hidden among the manifesto, deep in some code stone would’ve normally missed. (if he built it at home to use whenever he was especially missing the doctor, that’s between him, the beginning of the bitching, and god)

anyways. if anyone wants to write smthn based on this. FEEL FREEEEEEEEEE just tag me pls!!!!!!

[ro-bee]

THE COTL X EPIC AU CHARACTER LIST I JUST MADE

no beta we die like pancake polites

The Lamb as Odysseus.

I think lamb is perfect to picture the change of character ody experience, at first they have a pure heart, merciful! But with time and pain the old lamb dies and the ruthless monster is born.

(Fun fact this is more in line with my headcanons for goat but is time to let lamb shine🔥)

The Goat as Polites.

A bit ooc for my goat but I think it's ok, despite them being a little shit I think they are very reassuring and caring for lamb. Funky little goat 🔥🔥

Ratau as eurylochus

I think is an honest role for dadtau hmmm

Narinder as Athena oooor... Hear me out: PENELOPE!

Ok so... Athena is obvious because 1 I'm making a narilamb animatic with warrior of the mind and nari is Athena there obv but also her songs really give me nari vibes idk

But Penelope... Is basically just for the ship nari doesn't fit much with her... But still... will you fall in love with me again IS MAKING ME GO INSANE but yeah... Idk I can't chose...

Leshy as Polyphemus.

There is a line in Polyphemus song that goes "I take from you like you took from me" and that's so leshy coded... Idk I headcanons leshy like a big chaotic beast yes but also like the actual legend of leshy, specifically the ones where he's more of a neutral god that coexist with humans but kills them if they take too much from nature. Also bro get blinded too

Heket as Circe

I love a strong woman that only cares about protecting the people she loves the most, I think Circe is the perfect choice

Also Circe allures men in her palace, cooks for them and then she transforms them into food basically haha is funny in my head.

Kalamar as Poseidon

Before you tell me "but he's pathetic! " yes he is and Poseidon is as well!

I like it to be an escalation of confidence to cowardness. He starts all angry and at the end he's crying in the shower.

Shamura as Zeus maybe but also hear me out : ATHENA!!

Is funny because shamura and Athena have so much in common lol

But first choice was Zeus because Athena was/is taken and I wanted them to still be one of the gods... Also I can see them making lamb choose between themselves and their crew... Evil like the time they made me kill my faves >:( but idk...

But Athena again they have so much in common but also... Having shamura on lamb's side is strange to me but aaaadfd you feel me?

The red fox as scylla

We are the same you and I... I don't think I have to say more 🥴

Claunek as the prophet

Yeah I think is obvious

Chemak as Hermes or Aeolus

Mostly for the vibe and because both give lamb something really important lol

Sozo as Aeolus or Hermes

Same as before

Jalala as Calypso.

Yes yes is because of the crush on lamb

Webber as Telemachus.

Just for the vibes and he's my child

Helob as antinous

Again vibes...

Baal as apollo.

You know at this point I'm going for exclusions but I can see that and I like what I see

Aym ar hares.

Because angry kitty is my fave

Forneus as era

Because she's mother 🔥

Kudaai as Ephesus

Another obvious one, more because of the character than the song I guess

Monch can be Aphrodite

But idk... It's hard because my head goes back to the hares and Aphrodite relationship...

So Aphrodite is open to changes

Mystic seller as Charybdis???

Maybe??? Or maybe not

is hard chat

Anyone that was left out: I don't know who I should give them lol pls help

[scribble-dee-vee]

Writeblr Intro circa 2024

Hi writeblr!! Sooo, I've been around here since about 2014. (Yes, I am ancient.) However, I've been dormant for the past 4-5 years. Blame college and a brief stint on Twitter. Now that I'm active again, I thought I should make an updated writeblr intro so ppl know my Deal. Basically, I want to engage with other folks who write fiction (esp original SF), and that's a little easier if I have a clear post that outlines what I do. Here to make connections and hear about your blorbos :)

About me

Hi, I'm Vee! They/them, 23, 💖 🤍 🧡

I do journalism/comms in western New York

My literary jam is feminist/adult SF and gothic lit (OG or modern) 🥀 ⚔️ 🌙

Enthusiastic about gay people, body horror, and sociopolitical allegories

I cook, run, play tabletop games, and occasionally draw. Other than that, I'm mostly writing (for work and for fun)

If you were on pre-2020 writeblr, you likely know me from my eight billion daily tag games. (I still like tag games and appreciate u for tagging me. I have also gained adult responsibilities and better mental health, so I respond very slowly now. <3)

Always happy to get asks or dms, tho as I've noted: I may reply slowly.

Sometimes open to beta read! I only read one longer project at a time, but it's always super fun :)

I tag very consistently – happy to tag triggers for followers/moots

Fun fact: I love mushroom hunting and worked as a mycology TA. #cottagecoreera 🍄 🧚‍♀️ 🌱

About my creative writing

I write,,,, feminist/adult SF with gothic leanings (surprise!)

Longform and short! Trying to do more short writing this year, and I'll likely share a bit on Tumblr. It's easier to clip a short story than a 150k novel, god bless.

The Aesthetic: moral g(r)ays, Victoriana, androids/cyborgs, Women™, monstrous femininity, incessant Hamlet/Frankenstein motifs, extremely boring socioeconomic worldbuilding, evil queens and/or dilfs, psychosexual witchcraft, probably a cat. Also, an ominous, plot-relevant letter laced with anthrax from your unhinged and brilliant ex-wife. Open if you dare.

Major projects

I'm going to be writing some short work this year, but these are the longer projects that I have going in the background. If I reblog blorbo-related text posts, they probably have something to do with these.

Let me know if you want to be added to any project-specific taglists 😎

Heart of Lead – Series

The big one

Perpetually evolving

Never ceasing

Pls send help I can't stop adding shit

5-book gothic fantasy epic that I'll definitely publish one day but probably no time soon! My bastard child, my wicked firstborn, my greatest love <3

Character-oriented political drama set in a pseudo-Victorian, dystopian oligarchy where everyone's heart is made out of metal. It's about coming of age and discovering queer identity in a world that is absolutely fucked. God is an extraterrestrial lesbian who gives ppl very traumatizing magic powers. There are cyborgs, shapeshifters, and morally gray women in STEM. It's tight as fuck idk what else what to tell u.

Book 1 is about achillean monarchists, and book 2 is about sapphic anarchists. There are only two genders, I guess.

At this point, I've drafted most of the books at least once. Working to refine a lot of raw material atm!

Tag: "heart of lead tag" or "hol tag"

Lost Letters – Book

Aka the current active HoL WIP, and book one in the revised series structure

Length: 80k as of now; around 120-140k when the first draft is finished, I presume.

Genre: adult fantasy, gothic, noir detective drama?? um?? If you want me to frame it in BookTok terms (why?) it's a dark academia villain x villain tragic romantasy. Hrgh.

Summary: Cyborg soldier goes to college, joins a shady socialite frat, and falls in love with the jilted heir-apparent to the throne. Hilarity ensues.

(By "hilarity," I mean a militant revolutionary faction and a tragedy of Greek proportions.)

POV characters: Charles (the cyborg), Dale (the heir), and Cecelia (Charles' sister, a junior detective, the love of my life and potentially the Chosen One???)

This book is twisty and dark and immensely fun to write.

I'm about halfway through the first full draft! Hoping to share snippets and vaguepost about my children here.

Tag: "lost letters tag" (also "hol tag," tho that one's less specific)

The Last of Mortal Tourists – Book

The next longform project on the docket!

Length: a standalone work that will hopefully fall on the shorter novel/novella spectrum.

Genre: literary SF, cyberqueer, psychological space quest

Summary: The consciousness of a dead coding genius, trapped inside a spaceship, seeks a new planet to sustain their sister, the last surviving human, after the destruction of Earth.

If you're here to get wildly philosophical about gender and the myth of essential self, this is the story for you! That's why I'm writing it, lol. 🏳️‍⚧️ 🚀 🤖

This one started out as a short story (100% finished) which I want to expand.

POV: Archer Alto, the coder. Spaceship? Human? Soul?

Supporting Cast: Pandora, the last human, and Abby, a holographic impression of Archer's childhood consciousness

Tag: "the last of mortal tourists tag" or "tlomt tag"

If you read all this way, you get a whole bouquet of flowers that are certainly NOT poisonous: 🌸 🌹 💐 🥀 🌺

<3

[le-trash-prince]

about the wip game, since i can't choose favourites - kenta lactation fic yes i'm shameless, kentakim fluff hurt/comfort fic, and kentakim partners fic pls!! (feel free to answer any one, two or all of these owo!)

Okay I'm gonna talk about the lactation fic since @ohanny was eyeballing it too 🥛🐄 (JUST A HEADS UP IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS IN THE TAG)

BASICALLY I just think Kenta deserves to get his tits milked 🤷‍♂️

I've considered making up this omegaverse lore where betas can end up having a sympathetic response to an alpha packmember getting pregnant, and the beta starts to produce milk as a result

but tbh when I tried to write it, my brain started focusing too much on the lore, the medical side, and then a lot of angst about Kenta not even considering himself part of the pack but then his body just reacts to Babe getting pregnant. (frankly I think when I start typing "Kenta" my brain just goes into SUFFER SUFFER SUFFER mode like some evil keyboard gremlin)

not to say that those things aren't worth exploring but what I REALLY want is just shameless porn of Kim "assisting" Kenta with his milky tits and Kenta being confused and embarrassed and increasingly horny every time they have a milking session.

I have been trying to get this out since January 😭 his poor neglected boobies 😭😭😭

Thank you for asking!

WIP Game

[phantomhunting]

ORANGE IS WRATH

Read on AO3

<this is the first chapter in this series, other chapters aren't released here yet>

CW: violence, angst, neglect (they neglect Logan), implied prinxiety. this isn't beta read either so keep in mind there will be mistakes, feel free to point them out so i could fix them.

"Roman, I just don't get why you're saying that" Patton said softly. "Ac-" Logan tried to speak, but was instantly cut off by Roman. "Because he's evil!" Roman called. "Evil people can change!" Patton explained, trying to keep calm. "Ev-" Logan tried to speak again, being cut of by Patton. "Roman, give him a shot" Patton cried out. "If-" Logan was cut off again, by Roman. "I'm not going to, he hasn't earned it!" Roman exclaimed. "Pl-" Logan failed to speak again, this time he was cut off by Thomas. "He deserves a second chance, Roman, you know he does!" Thomas begged for Roman to understand. Patton, Thomas and Roman began speaking over each other, Logan trying to speak but being unlistened to. Virgil was trying to calm everyone down, but then he noticed Logan.

Logan's head was turned the other way, his body language indicating he's mad, angry huffs can be heard from him. "Logan? Are you.. okay?" Virgil asked quietly, the others didn't even notice Logan's rage. Logan turns to Virgil, opening his eyes. Virgil just waits for a response. Logan's eyes become watery, which never happened before as far as Virgil knew. Virgil is taken aback before noticing Logan's eye color, it changed from their usual brown to... bright Orange with a tech-y pattern. Virgil is instantly concerned. Logan smirks and sinks down without a word.

"Logan?" Patton says as Logan sinks down, the over lapping chatter stopping in an instant. "This is... Bad" Virgil closed his eyes, as if trying to remember a painful memory, but the momory was buried so deep down it seems impossible to find. "W-whats bad?" Thomas asked, looking Logan's spot up and down, like Logan is gonna reappear at any second. "Lo-" Virgil stopped himself, stuttering over what the right phrasing might be, he eventually gives up, "I need to go check on Logan, you three continue doing whatever you were doing, I'll be back" Virgil sank down before anyone could respond. "Now I'm scared... What happened to Logan? Is it something I did?" Patton whispered to himself, thinking about his day and what could've hurt Logan, finding nothing. The three continued to chat, more respectfully this time, giving time for each person's answers and not cutting anyone off. If only they've done that when Logan was there... A scream from Logan's room, it's clearly Virgil's. "Virgil?" Patton puts his hand on his mouth, he couldn't bare the thought of his kiddo getting hurt. "H- L- P- M- E-" cut off screams, still Virgil's, the room is silent waiting for answers. "BR- TH- R-" one last scream, Virgil seems to have disappeared. Thomas and Patton were motionless in shock, but Roman restless and scared.

"Uhh... We should go help him" Roman said, pulling out his sword. Patton nods and turns to Thomas, "do you think you can get us there?" He asked softly, scared of what they might find. Thomas nodded quietly and closed his eyes as they all sank down slowly, the air was thick with tension and fear, they all felt heavy and were dreading the moment they rise up in Logan's room.

But they didn't, instead they rose up in Virgil's room, a purple themed dark room full of spider webs. "Thomas!" Patton called accusingly. "Sorry, I'm too scared to think about anything else but Virgil" Thomas answered as he looked down in shame. "Its alright. Patton, you come with me to Logan's room. Thomas, you stay here in Virgil's room" Roman ordered and went towards the door. "Wait but I thought you needed me to get you to other rooms" Thomas questioned. "Yes... But that's only if we're outside, once we're inside we don't need you for transport." Roman spoke fast, trying to get Thomas to shut up so he could go find Virgil. "Oh.. but-" Thomas was cut off by Patton. "Thomas, I don't know if we have time to sit around and chat, Virgil might be in big trouble!" Patton explained, trying to stay calm. Patton and Roman opened Virgil's front door, which lead to a hallway with other doors, each colored uniquely with a sign handwritten with each side's name. the charged towards Logan's door, which was the last one, standing across from Patton's room. They tried to open it but it seems to have been locked. "Logan?" Roman called, waiting for a response. "Virgil?" Patton called as well, hoping his kiddo is okay. "I'm going to kick down the door. stay back" Roman asked and took a step back, standing right in front of the door. With a loud thud, Roman kick down Logan's door, revealing an orange lit room with books scattered all around the floor, soaked in thick red blood. "Virgil?" Roman asked quietly, silently hoping he could save him from whatever nightmare he has to go through. In front of them appeared a glitching version of their beloved friend (or more), Virgil, glitching in and out of existence. "I- T- S- H- M-" Virgil kept appearing and disappearing, making his words cut out. "Him? Are you sure?" Roman asked the glitchy Virgil. "Y- E-" Virgil disappeared and didn't reappear, but Roman seems to have understood what was the problem at hand. Roman turned to Patton, but before he could speak, a cold, soft hand touched Roman's shoulder.

[lemonsilly]

john crocker one chance please please (raising my hand pick me pick me i want to know more about him!!!!!)

YES YES YES HI HI HI HERES THE JOHN CROCKER DUMP!!! this is gonna be a long one bc im literally explaining his entire character, pls mind the autism

Jonathan "John" Crocker (lemonsilly ver)'s lore kind of follows the typical Alpha John structure with two critical exceptions!!

He stayed with the Crockercorp corporation

He's a bit younger here lol (I'd say 50s or maybe late 40s at the youngest, rather than the 86 y/o ver of Crocker we see in homestuck!)

To elaborate on point 1, I mean he kind of stayed tied to his mother and never really broke out of this familial tie. He's still an actor and comedian, however, he's also working under CrockerCorp (and thus, HIC). I've always imagined him being used for propaganda (and I get that HiC's rule was kinda more lowkey in HS proper but its not in my version!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bc im insane abt the alpha guardians) and kind of seen as Hollywood's Darling.

His main reason for still sticking with Evil Troll Mom is a mix of obligation and a weird attachment to her. You know the experiment with monkeys with cloth mother and wire mother? She's John's wire mother.

Having been raised alone after Jade's escape, he grows to resent his sister (both from a combo of his own personal feelings and HIC's influence) and kind of clings to his mom like a baby koala. TLDR; big mama's boy in his late 40s-50s because trauma

Being a big time comedian and actor, John is probably the most charismatic man in Condywood (as I like to call it), next to David "Dave" Strider (more on that relationship later). He's very charming and quite silly too! In AUs where he's raising Jane (or any of the egbert/crockers for that matter, if you wanna get silly with it and include beta john), he's actually very good with her. Despite his erm .. everything! he is a doting father (which I guess is kind of OOC in terms of breath players and their massive fears of commitment, but we're already incredibly OOC for what any variation of John stands for so I kinda dont care)

His charisma is lethal, though. He doesn't use it for ill will very often! Because above all else, he's a pretty nice guy (usually). This unfortunately makes him HIC's biggest weapon in her arsenal.

This is where Dave Strider -- biggest anti-HIC fighter beside his sister, Rose Lalonde -- comes in.

Now, Dave and Rose's works are subtle. They're not too overt. This pushes them into stardom. Dave's movies are pretty pretentious, and even more pretentious if you actually pick up on the subliminal messaging. Bottom line is, HIC sends John to try to scrape as much information off of them (and possibly deal with them) as possible.

But the thing is, John kind of gets a weird fascination with Dave. Dave is kind of easy in terms of John's mission, as he's much more ... pliable ? (at least in my au JKGHHAGJK). Dave is a coked out, eccentric director who dances on the thin line of self-hatred and egocentricism. Dave is smart, don't get me wrong, and this is kind of what attracts John to Dave.

John kind of gets a desperate need to constantly one up this guy. It is always power and control to him. Once he somehow slithers into Dave's life, he holds what Dave wants just enough out of reach. Even outside of Condywood AU, I really like to portray them like this lololol. And being much more powerful than Dave, it is so easy to get one over him, even in the most subtle of ways. This need also stems from Dave also being able to get one over him (because Dave is smart). And Dave (rags to riches, new director) is a little guy -- in terms of society -- compared to John (born into wealth, famed comedian and actor). It's kind of a threat to John's ego, so he's kind of obsessed with catching Dave before he does anything.

Ok it's like 1 am and I've had a bit to drink and I need to wake up for work tomorrow SO I WILL END IT HERE but ohhhh i lvoe you john crocker. imagine that heart locket gif animation but with him

i imagine his voice to sound like Ian Bruce (The Correspondents) or Shayfer Jaymes... if this means anything ... i listen to Puppet Loosely Strung by The Correspondents and im like OMFG ITS HIM!!! (abt his feelings toward dave, bc he also kind of has this jealousy of how free dave is compared to him LOL)

[sterekcraptrash]

ok so here me out, i was imagining something like a secret garden with weird statues (some humans, some mythical creatures etc) where some evil sorceress (idk maybe kate??) is the owner of said garden and it’s almost like she collects/stores creatures/her enemies in there, most of them were turned into stone

some of them weren’t though, for example stiles! who is kept in a pond/fountain.. btw what would he be? mermaid, nymph? some swamp cresture? idk 🤡 initially i was gonna draw derek in his beta shift but it turned out horrible.. anyway derek wasn’t always in the pond but one day kate in a fit of rage went to the garden to vent a "little" and while some statues got destroyed derek ended up in the pond/fountain lol and that’s where stiles discovers him the next day

yes, he did loose his arm but stiles finds it at the bottom of the pond or something 💪 but yeah, that’s it! will derek every turn back? will they be stuck like this forever? who knowsss

is there a fic like this? if so pls do tell me

[raplinesmoon]

The Library of Our Love {KNJ x GN!Reader} - Oneshot

“My library is an archive of longing.” - Susan Sontag

“Did you figure out that I’m a book after I met you? Or did you turn my page?”

- 방탄 소년단, Outro: Her

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Gender-Neutral Reader

Genres: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort… I’m sorry in advance for hurting u

AUs: college students!AU

Word Count: ~4.6k

Themes: strangers-bestfriends-(maybe)lovers, unrequited love, pining, the slowest of slow burns (to the point where the fire almost goes out)

Warnings: some mentions of blood and violence, vandalism, strong language, negative self-image and feelings of depression/sadness, excessive consumption of gummy bears (don’t do it pls)

Ratings: sfw, pg13

Summary: 

From this day forth, the rules set out by the users of the study table should be:

This table shall only be populated by one Kim Namjoon and one ___, all others must ask for permission before using the premises.

Albert L. Lehringer’s word is the supreme law of the land.

The library is for learning only, not for falling in love.

Oops.

Please picture this Namjoon.

Shoutouts: Thank you to @papillonsgf for being my #1 supporter and baji and designing the most gorgeous banner known to humankind 💞And Eva @dinamitae for being the sweetest last minute beta reader I could’ve asked for 😊 Also, I have to give a big shoutout to all the writers on Tumblr: I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for inspiring me to put my feelings down on paper, and for touching my heart with your beautiful stories. 

A/N: This is my first time writing any kind of fiction whatsoever, so please be kind 🙈This fic is deeply personal to me because all of the events portrayed actually happened in my life (with creative liberties). As a result, please do not plagiarize bc that would make me big sad 🥺 I hope you enjoy reading it!! And yes, every vignette is titled with the Dewey Decimal number of the section where you can find that topic (bc I am a nerd)!

Crossposted to AO3 here.

Glossary:

Albert L. Lehringer: the dude who wrote my college biochem textbook

Kal-guksu: Korean knife-cut noodle soup dish

시조 (sijo) (pronounced SHEE-jo): a form of Korean poetry similar in format to the haiku. Originally intended as songs that can represent romantic, metaphysical, or spiritual themes.

Theodicy: the vindication of divine goodness and providence in the view of the existence of evil

Incunabulum: Latin for “place of birth”, or “beginning”. Also one of the earliest forms of a printed book.

523.66: Cosmic Impact

Lee? Lehman?

You flit through your mind trying to remember the author of the supplemental textbook Dr. Kang had recommended to you. The 6th floor of the library is cold; a steady draft seeps in from the slightly open windows. Shrouded in obscurity, all the science books are clustered together into one dark corner among tall, looming shelves.

Lehringer!

Aha, there it was! You eye your target and move towards the shelf at the end of the aisle, eyes focused. Like a predator honed in on its prey, you lose all awareness of your surroundings. Pressing your books to your chest, you pounce towards it when suddenly a large shadow obscures your path. Ramming into a hard, firm chest, you fall back into space, books tumbling everywhere. A sturdy, muscular arm reaches out to grab you.

“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry, are you alright? I wasn’t looking where I was going, I tend to be super clumsy, no wonder my friends call me the God of Destruction.”

The tall stranger beams down at you, two tiny corresponding craters forming in his cheeks as he stares fondly. 

“Again, I’m super sorry. Were you also looking for Dr. Lehringer’s Principles of Biochemistry text?” 

He reaches it easily, lifting it off the shelf and passing it into your waiting hands. You open it to peruse when you are again interrupted by his dulcet timbre. 

“I’m Namjoon, by the way. I figure the least I could do is tell you my name after almost knocking you over.”

“Kim Namjoon? You wouldn’t happen to sit at the very front of Dr. Kang’s fundamentals class, would you?”

His smile widens, turning his eyes into crescent moons, as he timidly rubs the back of his neck with his right hand. 

“Now how would you happen to know that?”

“I’m ____, I sit in the middle row. You’re very tall, you know. I can’t see the board half the time.”

A blush colors his cheeks as a sheepish grin falls over his face. He stares down at a speck on the floor. He looks like a scolded puppy, utterly bewildered and completely adorable.

“I- , I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I can move seats maybe, or try and slouch a little bit, even though I know that’s bad for my posture and I’m too young to be having back pain, oh gosh, I can’t believe this, I always thought I felt someone staring at the back of my head - “

“Hey, it’s alright, I was just joking. Thanks for grabbing the book for me, maybe I’ll see you in class sometime?”

“____. Yes, of course, I’ll see you around!” 

He waves and strides down the aisle, disappearing out of sight. A steady gust of wind enters through the window, and you hear something flutter. Whether it’s the pages of your open book  or the drumming of your heartbeat in your chest, you can’t begin to tell. 

177.42: Ethics of friendship

Staring down the endless rows of wooden tables, each illuminated by an antique brass lamp, you spot a lone figure sitting at the farthest one, glasses perched on his nose and his entire being buried in the Principles textbook as though his life depends on it.

Suddenly, you feel restless. Dr. Kang’s midterm examination was looming over the next day, and you knew Namjoon would already be on top of preparing considering you had noticed him sitting at the same table every day since your encounter mere weeks ago. 

I’m just going to sit down and ask him if I can study there, you mused. Maybe we can bounce ideas off of each other? A study partner, that’s all. A fellow lover of learning, a devotee of discovery, a paramour of perusal.

So then why did your heart lurch like you were free-falling from 10,000 feet above?

You can do this, just walk up to him and ask if you can use the table.

“Namjoon?” His head turns at the sound of your voice, and a heart-stopping smile illuminates his face. “Do you mind if I sit here and try to study for Dr. Kang’s course too? We can ask each other questions if we’re stuck.”

“Did you read my mind? I was just wishing I had a friend to talk things over with. Sadly, my roommate, Hoseok, is a dance major, so he doesn’t quite understand how to predict dihedral angles based on chemical shift data.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” he beams, pushing aside the pile of books, multicolored pens, and gummy bears. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

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You feel a warm hand press on your shoulder and blearily gaze up to find Namjoon’s concerned visage gazing at you from across the table. 

“Hey there, are you alright? It’s almost 1am, the library’s gonna close soon.”

You blink, trying to remember the events of the past eight hours. Both of you made a brilliant team, working through the problems for the exam expertly and efficiently. Along the way, you fell deep into conversations about not only the equilibrium governing every reaction in the book but also the thin and delicate strings of matter that made up your lives thus far.

Namjoon waits patiently for you to find your bearings, as you hastily shove books and papers into your backpack. He slides the bag of gummy bears in your direction. 

“Take one, for good luck tomorrow. Or maybe three. Or you don’t have to take any, they’re probably bad for you and I don’t want you to have a toothache before the exam. Just let me walk home with you?”

The two of you stumble out into the chilly fall air, following the stark lamplight lighting up the way back to the on-campus apartments. 

At the point where your paths diverge, Namjoon spins on his heel to take in your retreating figure.

“HEY ___! See you after Kang’s exam tomorrow? Same time, same place?”

“See you then!”, you grin, whirling quickly so he can’t see the devastatingly wide grin that consumes your entire face. 

135.30: interlude_dream, Reality

The dim rays of the afternoon sun. 

A checkered blanket under the shadow of an oak tree. 

The crinkle of a plastic bag full of copious amounts of Haribo gummy bears. 

A tall stack of books that had tumbled over onto the grass.

His dimpled smile and eyes that turned into tiny moons --

You’re jolted awake from your reverie by the droning of hushed voices and furtive conversations in the library basement. Blearily rubbing at your eyes and massaging your temples, you fight the stiffness in your joints that is urging you to sit up from your resting position on the couch which occupies the far corner of the main room. All too suddenly, your tired mind sharpens, catching wind of a conversation that is happening just a few feet away. 

“Hyung, I know it happened so suddenly, and we only met just a few months ago, but I’m starting to feel something. We’ve been spending more and more time together and I feel like I’m falling harder and harder.”

You freeze. That voice. You would recognize the melodic timbre of the man who you’ve been studying alongside in the library for months now from across campus. 

A high-pitched laugh echoes in response, squeaking like the windshield wipers on a car in the middle of a downpour.

“Yah, Namjoon-ah, don’t tell me you’re in love? You, who’s always been focused on his studies. They must be something special.”

Your exhausted body is on the brink of keeling over as your pulse quickens. Your stomach ties itself into a knot, and heat rushes to your cheeks. Who are they talking about?

“Hyuuuuung, it’s not like that yet. We’re just good friends for now.” 

You redden in response to the term “friends for now”, as you hear the bashful lilt to Namjoon’s voice. Could it be possible? You dare to dream, just this once.

“So, what do you plan to do about it? This is your last  year here, you know that right?” 

“I’ll think of something, Hyung. I don’t know if I can last so long without saying how I really feel. But what if they don’t feel the same way?”

I do, you silently scream as you desire to break down the walls of their intimate conversation. I do feel the same way, I have for a while now.

The loud scraping of chairs and closing of books force you to halt your inner monologue, signaling that it’s time to head to your next class. You’re left dazed and confused, yet with a blissful smile on your face, as you see Namjoon and Seokjin exit the library, their backs turned to you.

You feel buoyant as you stand, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Exiting the library, the world seems effervescent and hazy with a new rose-colored filter, mirroring the pink of your gums as you smile brightly, ready to take on the day ahead with renewed fervor. 

641.86: Just desserts

Whoever thought there should be a specific day devoted to love was the silliest person alive, in your opinion. How could they reduce a force as wonderful and as powerful, as full of tenderness and adoration, to a mere day full of hearts and flowers? Love was beyond that, it was something that could take a person and erode all their harsh lines, their straight angles, and make them soft and pliable.

Ever since you had overheard his conversation in the library basement, you and Namjoon had only become closer, spending your days and nights at the same table, laughing at each others’ jokes, crying under the weight of exhaustion, and opening up to each other about anything and everything.

You had never thought you could feel this way, never thought that someone would find you riveting enough to share more than a five-minute conversation with, let alone spend hours of their life in your presence. Your friends were well aware of your feelings towards Namjoon, urging you to explore the possibility of something more. They knew all too well how guarded you kept your heart in terms of romance, preferring instead to bask under the gentle glow of friendship than to ever submit yourself to the blinding passion of opening up your heart and soul entirely to another.

You trekked nervously to the main study room, protecting the small box in your hands with your entire being. Valentine’s Day may have been silly and trite, but you weren’t going to miss the perfect excuse to offer Namjoon a gift of appreciation under the guise of fondness that everyone seemed to be partaking in today. 

He’s waiting for you with a smile, as always. You look down, unable to hide the blush that colors your face from your temples to your forehead. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day ____! Too bad we’re spending it in the library, instead of out on dates with someone, right?”

“I guess so, although I don’t really mind wasting away in the library if it’s with someone like you.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen and his smile grows even wider.

“Let’s call it a date, then. We can stop halfway through and grab something to eat from the new place that opened right by West Campus. I heard they make a pretty mean kal-guksu,” he winks.

This is too much, you think. Too much all at once, and yet not enough. Your silly gift seems like an outlandish display of affection now, compared to his completely chill offer of grabbing a meal together. 

Reel it in, your brain tells you. Play it off. He probably likes chill, prefers it that way. Why would he go out of his way with you, when you see each other every day? When he’s never done it before?

No! You fight your subconscious, remembering that fateful conversation in the basement that changed everything between the two of you. He said he wants something more, that he’s falling for me.

“Namjoon, I made some cupcakes and cookies for y-, for us to share. Maybe we can wallow in our loneliness -” you blink, faltering as you press your lips together. You weakly offer up the box, ripping off the “for you, my favorite study partner” tag quietly underneath the table. 

Why couldn’t you just be honest? You were friends, why did everything have to become so complicated?

Namjoon doesn’t seem to catch onto your face falling, doesn’t seem to hear the sound of your heart dropping in your chest. His dimples become etched into his face as he grins from ear-to-ear.

“Every day, I thank the supreme power known as Albert L. Lehringer himself for letting me bump into you on the 6th floor. Where else could I have found such a kind, considerate, beautiful study partner who bakes the best red velvet cupcakes on campus?”

You gape, jaw becoming slack. Beautiful, he said. He’d never called you beautiful before. Your heart swells on the inside.

“Yah, you and that smart mouth of yours, Namjoon. Just keep quiet and eat your cupcake, we have work to do,” you answer back sarcastically, your own grin mirroring his.

Maybe your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you after all.

165.19: Fallacies, or errors in judgment

Spring. The season of rebirth and renewal. Flowers blossomed and birds chirped as the campus came alive again, leading you and Namjoon to spend more and more of your time outdoors. 

Currently, the two of you were curled up on a checkered blanket underneath the big oak tree on campus, your biochem classes having finally eased their loads, leaving you to ponder on your philosophy term paper and Namjoon to pore over his Korean literature homework. 

“Have you ever heard of 시조 (sijo), ____? It’s meant to be songs written as poetry, mimicking the current tune of whatever your mind is feeling.”

“Really Namjoon? That sounds fascinating. And what would be the current tune you have in your head?”

Namjoon bends his head downwards, unable to make eye contact.

“You know the pre-grad formal?” he mutters, his normally deep voice becoming no more than a whisper.

“Yeah, what about it?”, you question, as butterflies suddenly convene in your chest and the din of your heartbeat becomes louder.

“I- um, well I-, I- was thinking of asking Seolhee. You know Ahn Seolhee, that girl that sits at the table on the other end of the library? She’s in one of my chem electives, and I joined the Chemistry as Art club because she’s president and we’ve been talking more and more this semester. I don’t really know what I feel towards her, but I feel like it could be something. I guess asking her to the formal is the only way to figure it out, right?” he’s rambling now, redness staining his cheeks as he talks about her. Seolhee.

Your heart stops, and the roaring in your ears becomes louder.

Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. 

Of course, Namjoon had a life outside your library. Of course, he had friends that weren’t you. Of course, he would like pretty Seolhee, leader of a sorority on campus, president of so many clubs, and recently accepted to the university’s Ph.D. program in Biochemistry that would be starting in the fall. She was bubbly and beautiful, friendly to everyone she met, wearing her heart on her sleeve and with nothing short of a smile on her face all the time.

Not like you, who had recently been accepted to a post-baccalaureate program because you’d failed to get into medical school this time around, while Namjoon was waiting on the results of his many interviews. 

Not like you who didn’t have any popularity or accomplishments to boast about because you’d been slowly exhausting yourself day and night in the library, poring over labs and problem sets, having to work twice as hard to prove you were just as brilliant. 

Not like you, who kept their heart under lock and key because how could you complain when all you’d ever loved and wanted was the man who spent every day in the wooden chair across from you?

“___?” Namjoon interrupts the whirlwind of thoughts that are running through your mind. “Are you listening? I was just saying, Jin-hyung’s date from his MBA program fell through, you guys should go together, we’d all have fun!”

You nod, blinking back tears. 

Spring. The season where new life blooms, yet storms brew, washing away everything in their wake.

214.06: Theodicy

One month. It’d been one month since the revelation which had caused your daydreams to come crashing down. 

Two weeks. It’d been two weeks since you had gone to the formal, hiding your pain behind laughter as you were forced to look at Namjoon and Seolhee gazing at each other, touching each other, dancing with each other, drunk on champagne and in their affection. Jin had found you back then, curled up on the floor in the marble-walled bathroom of the fancy manor hosting the event. He’d taken you straight home, Namjoon oblivious to your disappearance.

You hadn’t been back to the library since. Instead, you claimed a table in the busy student center, among the smell of brewing coffee, raucous conversation, and shrill pop music. Your hands feel clammy. Your head is pounding.

You long for the warm glow of antique brass lamps, the crinkle of a packet of gummy bears being opened, and the melodious laugh of a man with dimples deeper than the craters on the moon.

Focus, you chastised yourself. This term paper won’t write itself.

Theodicy. The vindication of divine goodness and providence given the existence of evil. Why bad things happen to good people. Why suffering can be justified.

You feel sick to your stomach, jolting as the tears flooded your eyes, abandoning your books and coffee behind you.

The door of the bathroom stall slams behind you as you sink to the floor.

616.025: Medical emergencies

Thanking the reference librarian for their help in finding the materials you needed for your final papers, you make your descent down the back staircase of the library. It’s usually abandoned around sunset, most people preferring to use the main entrance closer to the dorms. You shiver at the chill the night air brings, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself.

You see red and rainbow shards of the once beautiful, but now broken, stained glass alcove before you see him.

Namjoon is slumped against the wall, eyes shut tight and chest heaving. His knuckles have been ripped apart and stained with blood dripping onto the floor as his sobs echo.

You rush to his side.

“Namjoon, Namjoon, please look at me. What happened?”

Namjoon doesn’t open his eyes to see that it’s you, instead retreating further into himself, like a small child, his sobs growing into wails.

“Kim Namjoon! It’s me, _____. Please, please, I need to know if you’re alright. We need to get you to a bathroom or something,” you’re sobbing now too, heart shattering at seeing him so bruised and broken. You sling his arm around your shoulder and drag him into the staff bathroom close to the alcove.

You toil to distract yourself from the pain both of you are feeling. You open your backpack and take out the pack of tissues and the box of band-aids you always kept on hand for when the now defeated man in front of you had a bout of clumsiness and knocked into the edge of a table or cut himself on one of Kang’s 100-page problem sets. You take his hands in yours, washing them gently with soap and water. 

Slowly, Namjoon opens his eyes to stare at you, fat tears dripping down his face.

“Fuck, ____. It just all fucking fell apart, I don’t even know what happened. The-, the-, interviews, and I thought I was doing so well…” he trails off.

Your mind is only half listening, as your temples begin to throb.

Rejection, you hear.

“And fucking Seolhee, she told me she was just fucking around, trying to use me to catch the attention of some other guy…”

Rejection, you hear, and your vision turns cloudy and red, like the water mixed with blood that has smeared in the sink. 

“And then I was looking for you everywhere ___. I needed you, but you weren’t there. You’ve always been there.”

You can’t take this. 

“Stop, Namjoon. Stop it right now. What do you mean you were looking for me? All you had to do was find me. I would’ve dropped everything for you. Yes, rejection fucking hurts, but you can’t do shit like this. How is punching a fucking window the right reaction huh? Why didn’t you trust me, why didn’t you tell me?” your voice wavers as it begins to rise in octaves, finally spilling out all the pain and resentment that you’ve been feeling since that spring day froze over into a meadow of frost. 

“What the hell would you know about rejection ___?”, Namjoon clenches his jaw, a vein in his neck bulging as he throws out the accusation.

“You can’t mean that Namjoon, you seriously can’t fucking mean that.” Your tears are falling onto the floor now too, mixing with the bloodstains. 

For a moment, you think you see a look of understanding flash across Namjoon’s face. For a moment, you think he might’ve been able to access your memories of the past months, ones that now mirror his own.

However, the look is now gone, and you’re left wondering if your mind is playing tricks on you again. Instead, the look is replaced by hurt and despair that color Namjoon’s face.

“I’m sorry ___. I’m so fucking sorry,” the door swings as he runs out of the bathroom, leaving you to wonder how his shredded knuckles that are still embedded with glass slashed open the wounds that had begun to heal in your heart.

124.73: Teleology, or the end of things

“Mom? Dad? I’ll be back in a little bit, I just need to say one last goodbye to some people I saw at the library,” you lie.

The library is closed today. Everyone is out on the campus green rejoicing, celebrating the hard work of the past 4 years. Still, your heart would feel incomplete without bidding adieu to the place that had been your second home over the past year, the place that still held the remnants of your love for Namjoon.

The door to the main study room is open. Strange. It creaks as you push it further open, taking in the rows of identical rectangular tables, the wooden chairs that made your back ache, and the brass lamps that lit up the darkest of your nights. 

There’s someone here. The lonely figure of a tall, lithe man in a crisp white dress shirt with a black tie, navy gown draped over it. He’s slumped over the table that was once shared between the two of you. 

He looks up as he hears your footsteps approaching. 

“Hey,” he says, mustering a weak smile. “We made it.”

“Congratulations, Namjoon”, you whisper quietly, unable to tell if he can hear you. 

You make a gesture to leave when he catches you by surprise one last time. 

“___? Can I ask one last favor of you?” he extends his hand to you, and you shy into yourself. 

“Please?”, Namjoon’s eyes shrink into the tiny crescent moons you’ve come to know and love.

You take his hand in yours as he lifts you both to stand on top of your table. 

“Ready? Hats off in 1-,2-,3!”, both of you throw your hats up to the ceiling, Namjoon’s narrowly missing plonking onto his head as it comes back down. Your face lights up in a smile.

“Hey ____? Thank you, for everything. I’m gonna miss you, and this place, so damn much. I’m sorry we couldn’t enjoy the last few weeks here together.”

“It’s okay Namjoon, I forgive you. I’ll miss you too. Let’s stay in touch, yeah?”

He grins. Those damn dimples. “Yeah.”

You turn on your heel, feeling renewed and restored, leaving him behind as the doors to the library of your love close behind you for the final time.

Epilogue: six years later...

115.17: Time’s arrow

“___! You made it, I’m so glad to see you!” Seokjin’s broad shoulders envelop you into a warm hug. You shoot Hoseok, Namjoon’s former roommate, a warm smile from across the room. It’s been too long.

“Drinks should be in the cooler over there, feel free to grab some food, and enjoy the party! I’ll be around at some point after I’m done playing host to ask you all about how your final year is going, so don’t you dare try to get out of it!” his thinly veiled threat is punctuated by the sounds of his windshield wiper laughter.

Some things never change.

You settle into a corner with a drink in hand, being swept into a conversation with some of Seokjin’s friends. 

“___? Is that you?” 

That voice. You are unable to turn, afraid to look him in the eye.

It’s been six years since you’ve seen Namjoon. Six years since you walked out of the library, all the young impulses and the misunderstandings that had distressed your relationship behind you. In that time, you’ve learned to heal others’ hearts as well as your own. You’re no longer as hot-blooded and easily affected by things. You’ve become stronger, and more capable of nurturing your own soul instead of looking to another for fulfillment.

The two of you tried to make good on your promise to keep in touch, but life got in the way. The texts stopped after a year, turning into sporadic well-wishes and wall posts on Facebook. But now he’s here, in the flesh. 

“Hi Namjoon,” you spin, facing him. “Long time no see.” You’re surprised at the genuine smile that lights up your face in response to seeing him.

“Same to you. How’s the final year of med school going? I saw your post on Facebook that you’d matched into a program for cardiothoracic surgery. Congratulations, I’m so proud of you,” Namjoon looks upon you with the same fond smile he had the moment he bumped into you on that cold, dark floor of the library so long ago.

“Thanks, Namjoon.  How have you been? Seokjin told me you’d recently moved back to the city.”

“Remember 시조 (sijo), ___? The poetry that is supposed to represent -”

“Your current tune,” you finish his sentence for him.

“You remembered,” he says breathlessly. “I’ve been writing recently, not anything professional at all, but just songs and poems. I’m compiling a portfolio to go back to school and get my MFA in Literature and Poetry.”

Tears spring into your eyes. “Namjoon, that’s great, I’m proud of you too.”

“___!” Hoseok ushers you over, “Come join us for a round of beer pong!”

“Namjoon, it was nice seeing you again. Maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.”

“Wait! ___!”, he touches your arm lightly as you turn back around. 

A blush colors his cheeks as a sheepish grin falls over his face. He stares down at a speck on the floor.

“There’s a new library that just opened on the corner of 5th and Oak St. I was wondering if you’d like to go check it out sometime?”

For the first time in many years, Namjoon doesn’t make your breath catch in your throat and your pulse begin to race, but instead fills your heart with a deep sense of fondness and contentment. Maybe this library will no longer be an archive of your longings, but an incunabulum of a fresh start.

“I’d like that a lot.”

A/N pt. 2:  It’s finished!! I wanted to leave Namjoon and the reader's relationship at the end open to interpretation. I think this fic was more about their feelings than the events that unfolded. I’m not sure I’ll write another story ever, but I’m very proud of this one. Any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway.

With all my love, 

Isi 💜

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[musubiki]

who did lime kill? and how does the eedt of the guild feel about it?

(this is all mostly beta so far, post-timeskip and actually closer to the end of the story) but umm...,,im not sure who he is yet..,.i know he knew cat-ears in the underground, probably another good fighter who was all the shit before lime got down there and swept the floor with him, and hes never forgive cat-ears since, so at the very least hes a member of the magic community, and a good fighter!!

after the cat-ears thing cleared up with mochi, some time later there was a bounty put on "cat-ears'" head, which was from this same guy looking for a real rematch (big pride i think, and also supposedly very rich?? rich enough to put a heavy bounty)

anyway mochi and lime go to have this rematch (lime wearing his cat-ears disguise), and whoops the guys ass again, but sometime during that fight or after, said guy figures out/realizes that this witch that cat-ears is protecting is the cat-witch, and so that becomes a new motive for him. not sure what he wants yet,,..to kill her?? take her power or try to?? sell her to the highest bidder????

anyway this guy - i have no idea what power he has yet - but he causes a lot of shit for mochi and lime. hes the one that uhh actually KILLS lime, the same episode where sulluvan shows up and mochis like "what are you doing here" and 5 seconds later lime gets..something.,,,,shoved through his body..,,sulluvan is there to take his soul to the afterlife and mochi has to delve into some shitty dark magic to save his ass and it corrupts her magic for a while (beta)

he also does/tries to do something to mochi, again not sure what yet but at the end of it she is not okay and the result was he is very hard to kill so he got away and she was terrified of him finding them again

after THAT fight, lime finds him instead. and the guy is kinda fucked up from mochis magic, but still alive and recovering, and he gives the whole villian monologue, blah blah you thought you could kill me but ill have my revenge, she cant run from me forever and when i find her im gonna do (insert evil fucked up deeds), she'll never be rid of me because she cant kill me blah blah

and after lime is like "yeah youre right, she cant kill you." and then summons his thunderbat, and cracks the guy in the jaw with it, and when towering over him he goes "...but i sure as hell can." and absolutely fucks the guy up beating the shit out of him. wont go into the gore but lets say lime is very thorough. maybe sulluvan shows up here too and lets lime know that he'll take care of the rest,,

when lime goes home mochi is feeling a little better, working on some spell to keep that guy away, and lime walks in with blood all over his bat (maybe some splattered on his face), and goes "You dont need to worry about that moch. hes not gonna bother us anymore." and she realizes

she asks him if hes alright but honestly, it wasnt a huge psychological damage to lime at all. tell her he guy almost - well, he DID kill him, hurt her, tried to keep hurting her, and everyone hates him so the guy deserved it and the world is a much better place without him. she gives him a tight hug anyway and a soft thank you

(as for the rest of the guild, shit theyre all on limes side too LMFAOOOOO they all love him by that time - yes even coco - and losing lime wouldve sucked for everyone. plus the fucker tried to hurt/did hurt/tried to kill mochi and NO ONE is okay with that. the guild backs him 100%. cocos a little jealous. when will i make my first kill, she says, and mochi says thats not funny pls shut up)

(its also worth noting that every member of the magic community is an outlaw - literally outside the law. they are free game for anyone to do anything to, its the wild west in the magic community. the gov doesn't give a shit if you kill each other, in fact they probably prefer it, so lime never faces consequences for that, and is also why mochi works so hard to protect herself and the people shoe loves because theres no help to be found within the community or outside of it)

[azroazizah]

Want you to know you are a gift that I am grateful to have found to keep a touchstone couple like SoMa alive for people like me that miss them. I was wondering, what’s your top recommended fanfic for SoMa, your own work included?

sjgsvjkdsjkd stop you’ll kill me with diabetes, pls, I beg you

this list is sacrilegiously short, bc I only list what’s currently been on my mind lmao, a complete list may follow at a later date. so here we go, in no specific order:

Red Eyes Bleed Green by Bitter November. (M). A mangaverse fic where Soul is the absolute dumbest boy with negative self-esteem. Good thing Maka tries her hardest to drill into his thick skull that he's the only one she wants. Featuring shipper Wes. God, I love that man.

Stereo Hearts by Bitter November. (M). Soul has everything going for him to woo Maka. Mood music, cheesy serenade, romantic gift, witch's death curse-say what! Bitty writes so much interesting and hilarious SoMa. Check other fics as well and you’re not gonna be disappointed.

Bare Feet & Cowboy Boots by khaleesimaka. (M). In which Maka Albarn went to be one of the candidates to win the heart of Cowboy Bachelor Soul Evans. All Liz’s fault. She's certainly not going to catch the case of feelings, of course. wdym

Dragon by Odat. (M). Dragon!Soul. Who purrs and schedules his naps. Absolute delight.

How to Train Your Soul by Poisoned Scarlet. (M). Also Dragon!Soul, with Maka as his rider. A++

Blind Faith by Poisoned Scarlet. (T). Housewife Soul in a biker wardrobe caring for this tiny little blind girl? Hell yeah.

the delta sun burns bright and violet by Poisoned Scarlet. (M). Mermaid!Maka. Someone really should teach her how to use curses. Or to wear clothes. Poor Soul.

Cloudburst by Poisoned Scarlet. (T). Grumpy Cat Soul. Maka really had no idea that her cat was a human. A very attractive human.

Someday by Poisoned Scarlet. (M). Warlock Soul and his ‘angel’ lover. You heard me mention Scarlet a whole lot. Yes. All she’s written was pure gold and unicorn tears. She has like a hundred of SoMa fics. Read all of them. Five stars.

Steady Hands, Steady Hearts by TooOceanBlue. (T). Canonverse fic. Bruh, I live and breathe in Evans Family Headcanons and how Maka reacts to them and their relationship with Soul, and this one is the kind of Evans family I love the most.

We Just Don't Give it a Name by Aedien. (K). This. Absolutely what I thought how mangaverse SoMa relationship is. A+++

Amplify by Marsh of Sleep. (M). In which Soul and Maka realizes there’s a psychic link between their souls.

Lodestar by Marsh of Sleep. (M). Cowboy AU. Hooooo boy, this is one of the first SE fics I've ever read and it constantly returns to my mind every other day.

If Only Tonight We Could Sleep by Marsh of Sleep. (M). Zombie Apocalypse AU. sometimes poetic and sometimes heartbreaking. Often both. “Soul?”.......... “Speaking.” God I love those two lines far too much

Quantum Entanglement by Marsh of Sleep. (M). In which Soul find his main tank is actually a girl. A very cute girl who cosplays. I. Absolutely. Can’t. Keep. A. Straight. Face. I really love how Marsh write character interactions and dynamics. She makes a very adorable Soul (he gives his family cute nicknames like Matriach or Firstborn, what a dork). Actually just go read all of her fics. They’re gold. No. Platinum.

Count to Eight by infantblue. (M). In which Maka was dragged into another timeline where she'd died on the Moon and find her beloved partner broken beyond recognition. An evil fic. A very evil fic. Pls don't read if you still want your heart whole. (jk, read it and cry with me as we curse Chloe together)

One Damn Thing After Another by metisket. Mangaverse, from Soul’s point of view. If you want to peek inside of the snarkiest, the darkest, the most anxious, the dumbest pining idiot in existence, read this.

The Exception Clause by Lisp. (T). In which Maka Albarn refuses to lose a bet, and Soul Evans makes a surprisingly good fake-boyfriend. I like their dynamics a lot.

Two of Us by Professor Maka. (T). A mangaverse fic featuring the Evans family. Perfect set of Fake Dating (fake marriage?) and Mutual Pining.

Touch Cats Shut Up by makapedia. (T). Fruits Basket AU. With Soul as the cat. Angst, check. Fluff, check. Stubborn Maka, check. Completely adorable Soul, check. Kid as Edward Cullen, check. lmao

Poor Unfortunate Soul by makapedia. (M). In which Soul is a terrible incubus. No, not just terrible. Absolutely dreadful. At least until he meets a certain pigtailed girl. Kat makes very fluffy and adorable Souls, I swear. Read her other fics too!!

ALSO I FOUND ANOTHER LIST OF AUTHORS AND I ABSOLUTELY AGREE WITH THIS PLS CHECK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. 100000/10 WOULD RECOMMEND!!!

I, uh, I haven’t written that much fanfic, really, well, I have, but that’s just my 276927494 opened-but-ignored wip documents speaking. My betas and the discord people I annoy on daily basis might murder me bc I have a shamefully big unfinished WIP list planned lmao, no guys I promise I’m working on it,but uhh, if you wanna read what I’ve published so far then... uh....

A Winter Solstice. (M). Easily my favorite work so far. Fullmetal Alchemist AU. In which Maka Albarn, a second generation state alchemist, stumbled across Soul, a lonely Ishvalan boy who could transmute himself into a scythe, among the ruins of Death City.

Those Unspoken Things. (T). SoMa Week 2019 collection

Love is in the Air! (kill it, please!). (T). Valentine fluffshots.

So yeah, I plan to write more, and finish what I started wwwwww, bc what’s life without constantly making two dorks kissing each other?

Anyway, thank you for asking!! I’m a bab in this fandom so I haven’t consumed that much food yet, I’m so sorry this is too blasphemously few. I certainly forgot lots but everyone is welcomed to add more! (actually, pls add more, I need to have more ways to destroy my sleep schedule)

[disdaidal]

Fic Writer Questions

Nobody tagged me, I just stole this.

How many works do you have on AO3?

4 fics. I haven’t written a lot I know. But I have more ideas and I want to.

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

12595.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, only Harringrove. On Livejournal (and other fanfiction sites), I wrote mainly jrock fanfiction (band rps, yes) and some KieferLou.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Well since I only have 4, I can’t do top 5. 😂

It’s Always Been You (drunk Billy, love confession, yay)

Count Harrington (my first fic on AO3, two dorks celebrating Halloween together)

 I Want To See (All Of You) (Steve showing some love for Billy’s scars)

My Pain Brought You To Me (Bills with a migraine, Steve looking after, still a wip ughh)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes. Haven’t got many of them and I love getting comments, so I always try to reply back.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t do angsty endings, sorry. I may be a cliché, but I want my boys to have a happy ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I probably did a couple of crossovers back in the jrock fandom, but mostly just pairing members from different bands together. Gotta tell ya, I’m not a huge fan of crossovers in general.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Given that English is not my first language, I did get some mean comments on my grammar back in the day. Even when I used beta readers lmao. I think the meanest comment I got was in my own language though. This person came to give me a long-ass comment, basically criticizing my characterization, their actions and well – pretty much everything that just happened to annoy them. I guess it made them feel better about themselves. :) I got so pissed off that I ended up deleting that fic in the end. Thus, I also stopped writing fanfiction for a long time, became overly critical of my stuff.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yup, though none of my AO3 fics have any explicit stuff yet (I plan to write some for that wip though, hehe). But umm… I’ve rp’d Harringrove with another person for almost a year now and we’ve written a lot of smutty scenes together already, so. I guess I’m really into dirty talk. And the boys doing it in all kinds of places, not just the usual bedroom. And sex toys too.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As if. xD Please.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Back when I still used Livejournal, somebody translated one of my ficlets into Italian. <3 I was so honored. I think I still have it saved somewhere.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I’ve only rp:d.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Ahh man, I can’t answer this. I currently really love Harringrove, but I’ve had a long history in shipping in many different fandoms so I can’t possibly pick just one. They’ve all been important to me, more or less.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Last year when Resident Evil 3 Remake came out, I actually started to write this one Carlos/Jill fic. I got as far as writing chapter two and I had it all planned (for once), and my original plan was making it 6 chapters long. But yeaaahh… who knows, maybe I’ll write it and even publish it some day. Haven’t wanted to put it up because no guarantees that I will ever finish it and don’t want to disappoint people.

What are your writing strengths?

I don’t know. I’d like to say I pay more attention to my grammar these days but that’s not entirely true, because my shit brain keeps malfunctioning and voila – there are missing words and other dumb stuff all across my writing. xD I guess I’m good at rambling and describing stuff? Cause I seem unable to keep things short. Dunno if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

The fact that I get such vivid ideas in my head, but my fingers can’t seem to type that all down, and I get overwhelmed by it. And I still ramble a lot.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Umm… If there are a couple of lines there and there, I guess it’s okay. But if there’s a lot of it, I’ll lose my interest very quickly. This thing happened quite regularly in the jrock fandom (people mixing Japanese with English) and it became confusing to read, especially if you weren’t familiar with those words/phrases yourself. So I’d advise to keep it at minimum if you fic is going to be written mainly in English. But yeah, I mean that’s just my opinion (don’t kill me pls).

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

This is going to be a little embarrassing to admit but when I was 14/15, I was very much into this one band from my country and sort of wrote a self-insert story with them. xD But that’s all I’m gonna say about it rofl.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Out of the ones that I’ve published on AO3… Probably My Pain Brought You To Me. I wrote it specifically for someone else, so I got very invested in it. I’ve also got most comments on it and some people actually subscribed it too. So, I really intend to finish it.

I’m tagging @gothyringwald, @lazybakerart and @wingedbears because your fics have given me so much life recently. ♥ But I welcome other writers to take this too and tag me into it, so I can read your responses. :3

[alphaofdarkness]

I wish to know more of your awesome OCs!! So, 19, 22(or maybe as an alternative if they don't, something you mischaracterize on some of them by mistake? Odd, but I sometimes mess up my own ocs XD), 23, 24, 26, and 32 for the OC questions!!

Oh! You beautiful person you! 💖🥺 Of course I shall tell you more about my many, many ocs! Hopefully I can fulfill! 🥰🤗

More undercut because this turned out to be very long ~ 😅

19.  Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why).

Aw, honestly all my OC’s mean so much to me! It is hard to play favorites sometimes lol. Though, if I had to choose, I’m going with two of them!

Samantha, or Sam, is definitely my baby and has definitely developed so much from her original self. Nonetheless, still the same shy, curious girl who has a big role to uphold as chosen Beta to her Alpha. Plus, being a Legendary Wolf Warrior of Light, even more so! Still, despite many the many hardships and obstacles she has faced, she is still hopeful and a total sweetheart. She just wants a settled life and live her with her closest pack mates. 

I have definitely put her though the ringer a lot, emotionally and even explored just several internal things with her. I know Danielle is meant to be me in a sense, but personality and emotional wise, I am more like this lovely Angel. Best girl and everyone loves her!

Second is definitely Danielle (my BsD self insert). Personally, because I have started to embrace her and give her more of my personality and who I really am. Still keeping her as her own person with her struggles, in some aspects, but giving her more of me as well. She has definitely allowed me to have some more self love for myself. Even if it is come and go on most days. She has just grown to be more of a gradual part of me in the recent years since I got into Bsd. I truly love her as she gives me a reason to embrace the parts of me I never would have considered so much or even just not like about me.

Self shipping has definitely also helped, I just love Dany very much and hold her close, please she may be stubborn but she is hella fragile ;;;w;;;

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

Hm, I wouldn't say anyone has mischaracterized my characters so much that I know of, maybe my parents whenever there is a moment they see my Oc’s and just make a judgement on them on the spot lol.

I suppose me mischaracterizing my OCs would probably be the Seven Deadly Soul Sins? Maybe ^^, These seven, practically, ghost entities of the Seven Deadly Sins are meant to be perceived as the worst possible people/wolves. Their existence is the reason people do bad things and are the negative contrast to the Legendary Wolf Warriors. 

Take an old, unfinished draw of all 7 of them together~

I know what they are, how they behave, what their very existence and presence entails. However, I have come to the bad tendency of redemption in my line of story telling, I often find myself back and forth whether there is any redeemable qualities that should be given to them considering their very existence and such. Envy, or Evelyn, is one that I can definitely see having something on that accord, but she is still at her core bad. 

I don't know if I am saying this correctly or even answering the question well lol. But yeah, I say my Deadly Sin OC’s often can be mischaracterized in a way. I can definitely picture them being top favs if my story was an actual thing. I support the fans in all they come lol ^^

 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

I can't think of one I changed too much out of concern for what they are like that I can remember to be quite honest ^^, 

I guess maybe Wisler? I know when I first came up with the start up concept of the LWW, I never intended for him to be a previous Warrior. It was always meant to be Dany’s Aunt who possessed it and Wisler was just a precautious elder wolf who needed to teach her to better her powers, less she gives it up like his daughter had. 

Of course, the whole concept and idea, just gives way for him to have been a possible warrior in the past. If anything I just the developed the idea more and made it more of a tragedy for Wisler. Normally, the concept of being a LWW is meant to be a blessing, a gift bestowed by a greater power, but to him, after giving up his power and remaining upon the world, he just sees it as a curse. Pride only solidified that into his mind. Nonetheless, he becomes a mentor to the other warriors to better themselves and keep them from giving up their power.

Second, was more of a momentary interest in the Chronicles of Narnia and being ever so salty about Susan being left behind, while her family died and went to Narnia ;;;w;;; 

Silly thing really, but literally chose, out of all the warriors, Lidia to be the one to be left alive, from whatever scenario I had at the time, because she refused her soul gift of the LWW’s. It was a momentary silly concept, I don't know why I would chose her for this scenario at all, she doesn’t deserve that ;;w;;

If anything, the ones that I can picture are Yamato and Danielle, just because of their mental state and emotional turmoil under such a heavy weight of loss. It was a silly concept I had thought of once, and just cry little at the thought ;;w;; 

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Heck, I would love to meet all of them... and heavy apologize for all the hell I've put them all through ;;;w;;;

But Jason~ most definitely...Not cause I self ship myself with him or anything but UwU,,, He is a sweetheart and a beautiful boi ~ I want to love him and give him a soft life pls.

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? 

Ahh,,, All of them, in a way? ^^; my middle self was something else entirely~

I think design wise, most if not all my warriors, are still the same. Maybe just a few new upgrades in their fur shade, colored eyes, and maybe their human designs too. Most definitely will change more in the future, just for the sake of bettering myself to draw people.

Old, high school art~ Cringe 

Any new design change is purely out of being in a more better mindset of design and just development of what make them unique. I have definitely changed all of their Soul Markings, I have changed Lidia’s name from Leafia recently, Taka’s formerly sky blue eyes to more of a pale green, Sora’s former tail scar to the claw ones on her shoulder, etc.

Origin, personality and relation wise on the other hand, GRADUAL SHIFT! Some points:

Sora, Yamato, and Takaru are heavily inspired by the Digimon Adventure kids of the same name, I kept their surnames of the ones from the series for a long time into at most Junior Year of High School. Til I learned, if I want to make them my own, I have to change this entirely!

So Sora, Yamato, and Takaru are definitely different entirely from their original selves, personality and kind of design wise.

Sam was kind of meant to be like Kari from Digimon in a way, but heavily refused to name her that or make her in similarity of the character.

Another Oc of mine named Jacob Wolfe was originally going to be the Warrior of Earth before I came up with Lidia.

There was originally meant to be just 5 Warriors, Lidia and Jason not yet part of it and, surprisingly, neither was Danielle.

Jason was originally named Damien and was kind of, for a while, Danielle’s twin sibling... Changed that drastically and entirely after renaming him to Jason.

Originally, had some other mythical beasts living amongst them in the Forest of Dreams, like dragons and gryphons for a while.

Originally, played with the idea of the warriors coming back to life if they didn't give up their powers, but... after much though it just became more of a “too cheesy of choice?” Especially for an ending thing before the next generation kids come in, it was just not an option after a while.

These are just some that I can think of at the top of my head at least, I am sure there is much more scrap things in my mind lol.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? 

...God I don't want any of them to fecking die grueso-(I should shut my mouth actually),,, even though I will admit I did internally put my warriors into a shitty thought-out idea of them in a Final Destination scenario...

Ahh, may Yamato in a way as that stoic, hardened protagonist with the will too try and survive, Wrath is his counter self sin, I find that fitting in a way. Same with Jason, just because of his slight nativity to being a warrior and how he left his former abusive living from his alpha and stepfather. Oddly enough, maybe Sam? Just because of her ability to see the worst things to happen in the future, but I am not sure lol.

Am thinking of the new Resident Evil game I see floating around with some gamer youtubers and I can see Yamato and/or Jason in the position and setting.

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I truly enjoyed all these questions! It gave me time to think and reflect on my ocs! I do hope you enjoy some old, blurred and unfinished art from ya wolf girl~ I truly appreciate this and gives me the feels of validation! ;;;w;;;

[drarryruinedme7]

Prompt! Prompt! Prompt! Prompt! Pls do something with Drarry and hugging. You know me, I'm not original, i Just want our boys to hug, PLSSSSSSS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Lovely @rose-grangerweasleyisbae , you asked hugs and! Hugs shall I deliver! ❤️

The usual love to my wonderful beta @rockmarina ❤️.

Drarry | Rating: Teen and Up | Word count: 1.5K | Tags: hugs, two soft boys in love, Lucius is a cold father, Pansy and Draco are pure friends | READ IT ON AO3.

Men never, ever, ever hug other men

“Draco, you can’t say I love you like that, it is an important deal. I’ve told you too many times, I’m tired of always repeating the same thing,” Lucius admonished his son, staring at him with arctic eyes.

Draco froze, his eyes already shining with tears. “But…I understood what you told me, Father. I can’t say I love you to anyone who’s not my partner, because love is a fiction, and we, as Purebloods, must know when to play the right cards — ”

Lucius nodded, visibly cheered up by his son’s words. “Then why did you say I love you to Pansy, just a moment ago?”

Draco tightened his lips and looked at Pansy. She was slightly trembling; she had confessed to him that Lucius terrified her. He felt a lump forming in his throat, but he couldn’t cry in front of his Father. That was another rule they had. Malfoys never showed their weaknesses in front of anyone, not even their family.

He swallowed his tears and tried to talk steadily. “Because…we are friends, she hugged me and I felt like it…I — ”

Lucius shook his head, sighing. “Of course you did, Draco, she’s your friend and you’ve grown fond of her. That doesn’t mean you can go and say I love you just like that. You have to be careful what you say, to whom you’re saying it, when, and why. Four W’s, it’s all you have to remember.”

Draco nodded. He looked up to avoid tears streaming down his lashes and didn’t blink. “Yes, Father. I’m sorry.”

Lucius turned to Pansy, satisfied. “I’m glad you are friends with my son, Pansy, but you should have learned by now a Pureblood lady never shows affection for anyone who’s not their husband, no matter the age. You are children, but surely you can understand simple things like these. Don’t embarrass your family again, is it clear?”

Pansy’s eyebrows were knitted, her lips trembling; her efforts to avoid tearing up in front of Lucius Malfoy were evident. She shared a panicked look with Draco, who nodded to prod her. She cleared her throat. “Yes, Mr Malfoy. I am sorry if I caused distress between our families.”

Lucius smiled and briefly puffed her cheek. “Don’t exaggerate, Pansy, no such thing happened. I welcome your friendship, but our families aren’t betrothed, so beware, okay?”

The children nodded, not daring to look at each other now. Lucius stood up and left the room, wishing them a good day with their games.

But they didn’t play together anymore that day. They went to Draco’s favourite spot in Malfoy Manor’s gardens and talked about love, friendship, Pureblood rules and families.

Draco was nine. That’s when he started to suspect all those things about Purebloods and Half-bloods, Mud-bloods and Muggles were just a big pile of bullshit. But neither he nor Pansy had the courage to say so out loud. They’d learned their lesson.

*****

Draco was eighteen the first time he hugged someone again who wasn’t his partner. He had started the so-called Eighth-year at Hogwarts and he shared a common room with all of his former classmates, without house distinctions.

For House Unity, McGonagall had said.

Draco found himself sharing a room with Harry bloody Potter.

Again, for House Unity, McGonagall had said.

After the first months spent side-eyeing the other while they got ready for bed, sharing awkward moments — “Fuck, Potter, close the door when you’re in the bathroom!” — and staying silent most of the time, things changed.

A few days before Christmas, Draco came back to their room with his face covered in blood. He slammed the door behind him and launched himself on the bed, smearing the pillow with blood. Potter didn’t say anything — he just approached him.

“Do you need help with that?”

Draco replied with his mouth pressed against the pillow. “I most certainly don’t need our precious Saviour’s help. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you get involved with such a filthy piece of scum like me.”

Potter’s tone seemed amused, the git. “Is this what they told you while beating the shit out of you?”

Draco slowly turned his head to scowl at him. “What do you want, Potter?”

He shrugged. “To help you.”

Draco rolled his eyes but sat up on the bed. He spat, “Stupid Saviour, with his stupid Hero Complex. I’m perfectly fine.”

Without bothering for an answer, Potter raised a hand to brush his fingers against Draco’s cheek, where a deep cut was drenching his skin. Draco winced, taken aback. The fucking wound hurt.

Potter smirked. “You don’t seem perfectly fine.” He brushed his fingers on Draco’s cut again and Draco felt heat tickling his skin, followed by a strong pulling all around the edges of the cut. Potter had healed his stupid cut with fucking wandless and wordless magic.

Even worse, Potter’s magic prickling his skin had done weird things to Draco, who was now feeling shivers running down his spine and butterflies hovering in his stomach.

He cleared his throat and tried to assume a cold stare. “I didn’t say you could heal me! And, and — you’re a show-off! Yeah!” He pushed Potter’s chest backwards, but something even weirder happened.

Potter grabbed Draco’s hands on his chest, pulling him up with him until they were standing mere inches apart, so close that Potter’s breath was ghosting over his chin. Draco felt those goddamn shivers again.

Potter sucked in a breath and whispered, “You shouldn’t believe them. You’ve done some shit, but you aren’t evil. You are worth living, you are worth feeling, and you are worth studying here with all of us.”

Draco felt the ground shifting beneath his feet. His knees buckled and he lost balance, falling like a thin leaf between Potter’s arms. Potter held Draco against his chest, gripping tight, stroking his back while Draco let his tears soak Potter’s pyjamas. He started to sob, muttering incoherent apologies — for what he’d done, for what he hadn’t done — telling Potter he was wrong, that he wasn’t worth living, nor surviving the war.

Potter didn’t say anything — he just embraced Draco tight against his chest, lulling him through his crisis.  

When Draco felt like he had nothing else to say, to cry out, no more tears to shed, he sniffled and reached with his arms for Potter’s back, finally able to return the hug. Shame instilled in Draco’s chest and he hid his face in the crook of Potter’s neck, hoping he’d vanish that instant.

No such luck.

He was very solid and concrete against Potter and he suddenly felt like laughing. So, he did. He started with a quiet snort that soon became proper laughter, his voice thundering out of his mouth like a fountain of living waters.

Potter let go of him, regarding him with wrinkled eyebrows, but soon started laughing with him, eyes quickly filling up with tears.

They let their bodies fall on Draco’s bed, still laughing. Draco huffed and stretched a hand on his face, trying to get a hold on himself. “Fuck, Potter, that was weird. You know, my Father…” He glanced at Potter, not sure he could talk about Lucius in front of him. But he didn’t seem baffled; he was looking at Draco expectantly, his head crooked, his eyes intent, his lips half raised.

“Erm, right, my Father always told me that I shouldn’t hug anyone who wasn’t my partner. That it wouldn’t be appropriate. This is the first time someone has hugged me in almost ten years.” He let out a bitter laugh, that didn’t match Potter’s this time.

He was looking at Draco with his face scrunched up, eyebrows knitted. His arms wrapped around Draco’s shoulders once again. “Fucking Merlin’s tits, that’s horrible. And sad. Everyone needs hugs.”

Starting that day, Harry made a habit of hugging Draco literally everywhere and in every moment of the day, no matter if there was a good reason for it or if it was appropriate. He would just turn to him or reach him, wrap his strong arms around Draco’s waist or neck or shoulders, and hold him tight, whispering in his ear he was worth it.

One day, towards the end of the year, they were all sunbathing near the Black Lake together, relishing the calm of being real teenagers, finally. Harry was sat with his back against a tree, and Draco was resting against his chest, Harry’s hands on his belly.

Ron rolled his eyes and pouted. “For Godric’s sake, will you kiss already? It’s been ages since you started hugging like bloody children all over the place! Just get on with it!”

Draco felt his face growing hot and thanked the sun, that was probably burning his skin, for hiding his embarrassment. He knew his feelings towards Harry were slowly melting into something beyond friendship, but they had never talked about it.

He was wondering what he could possibly reply to something like that, with all of their friends staring at them, when he felt Potter’s heartbeat quickening against his back and his breath faltering against his ear. His voice trembled. “Maybe you’re right.”

Before Harry’s words could completely sink in, Draco found himself drowned in Harry’s mouth, his lips hot and wet, his teeth gently nipping at his bottom lip, his tongue darting inside, making Draco dizzy with joy.

His Father could be damned, with his stupid rules and his men never, ever, ever hug other men.

[phan-and-pan-blog]

My Best Friend’s Brother

A/N: This is a songfic based off of the song My Best Friend’s Brother from the Victorious soundtrack (because I’m a dork and I jam to the Victorious soundtrack when I’m home alone) I highly suggest you listen to the song before you read this, but you don’t have to to enjoy the fic! (Song lyrics will be italicized for clarity) This is my first phanfic and it is unbeta’d, so please no hate! If you would like to beta it or my next phanfic you can message me; you can also send in a prompt or request for the next fic! Thank you for reading, it means a lot!And a gigantic thanks to my incredible beta, @emogay-trash!

Word count: 1620

Summary: Dan has a problem. A big problem. He’s in love with his best friend Cynthia’s punk brother. Too bad he’s too shy to admit it.

//My best friend’s brother is the one for me; punk rock drummer and he’s six foot three//

(I know that technically this part isn’t accurate because Phil is six foot two, but that’s the song lyric, work with me, guys.)

I sit there on the toilet in my best friend’s house, heart racing. He was here! Of course he was here. He lived here, why wouldn’t he be? My hands are shaking as I take a deep breath to try and calm myself down. It’s okay, he’s a person like me, right? He’s just a person. A gorgeous, black haired, blue eyed punk angel of a person, but a person nonetheless! I shake myself. No! I shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like that about my best friend’s brother! Besides, how could someone like him like a pastel fairy boy like me? He wears a leather jacket twenty four seven and plays the drums in a punk band. I wear flower crowns and write poetry.

I sigh, and splash some cold water on my face. I can’t keep Cynthia waiting, what if she thinks I have horrible diarrhea? I take a deep breath and turn the knob, opening the door and immediately coming face to face with the last person I want to see.

“Cynthia told me to check on you.” Phil said, his voice deep and smooth. My mouth is dry and my palms are sweating. “Are you... okay?” My mouth opens but no words come out, so opt to just shut my mouth and nod.

Phil nods back, sliding past me through the door. I close my eyes and cherish the way I can smell his cologne and feel his slick leather jacket brush against my skin. I gulp and scurry off to Cynthia’s room, closing the door behind me.

“You okay?” Cynthia asks, her eyebrows raised as she watches me lean against her bedroom door.

“Fine!” I say, breathily.

“Cool, so my mum said you could sleep over, but she won’t be home until late.” I blink at her. “We’re gonna have the house to ourselves, isn’t that awesome?!”

“Will Phil be here?” I blurt out.

“Well, yeah, but he’s cool!” She keeps on talking about how we can order pizza, but I’m not listening anymore. My mind is racing with possibilities.

“Hello?” Cynthia is waving a hand in front of my face as I snap back to reality. “Did you hear me? I said that we can play board games if you want?”

“Oh yeah... sounds good!” I smile weakly.

//‘Cus he’s such a dream; and you know what I mean; if you weren’t related//

***An Hour Later***

“Do you really think it looks okay?” I ask, biting my lip.

“You look incredible, Dan!” Cynthia gushes.

“I feel like a clown...” I complain as I examine my fully made up face in the small hand held mirror.

“Well, you’re the sexiest damn clown I’ve ever seen!” She winks at me. I just roll my eyes at her and give her a playful shove.

Nervousness explodes in my stomach as we hear three quiet knocks on the door. I frantically shake my head no, gesturing to my face. Cynthia gives me an evil grin before shouting. “C’mon in!” Phil’s jet black hair pokes through the doorway.

“Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt your fun!” He starts rubbing the lion tattoo on his left forearm with his right palm. (He has two whole sleeves, but that lion seems to be his favorite.) “Just wanted to let you know the pizza is here.”

“Actually, you’re just in time!” Cynthia croons, roughly grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me out from where I’ve been hiding behind her. “I did Dan’s make up! What do ya think?” Phil narrows his eyes.

“Is that my eyeliner?!”

“Mine broke!” Cynthia shrugs.

“I’ve been looking for it!” He snatches the black pencil from her and I silently thank the gods for blessing me with the opportunity to see Phil wearing eyeliner again. “You look very cute, Dan.”

I go beet red when he throws me a smirk as he backs out of the room. Cute? Does he mean cute in the way I hope he does or cute like a little kid? I shake myself. This is Cynthia’s brother! Sweet, caring Cynthia. Cynthia who’s always been there for me, through my exploring pastel clothes and my exploring my sexuality. Through the bullies and depression, through the fear of coming out to my parents. Through everything. What would she say if she knew I was thinking about her big brother like this? Her brother!

//I kinda think that I might be his type ‘cus when you’re not around he’s not acting too shy//

I sit there stiffly, eating my veggie pizza as we watch some movie I stopped paying attention to a while ago. Phil is sitting on the same couch, on the other side of Cynthia. So close, yet so far away. Cynthia finishes her slice and gets up.

“I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” She announces.

“You just ate!” I laugh.

“You know I hate feeling food stuck to my teeth!” She whines.

“Yeah yeah, we both know you’re weird, Cynth. Go brush your teeth, clean freak!” Phil teases. Cynthia rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at him before running off to the bathroom. “If only she was that clean when it came to her room!” Phil says, quiet enough that Cynthia won’t hear.

“Or her locker!” I giggle.

“It’s horrific sharing a bathroom with her!” He pauses. “Or should I say her and all of her make up!”

//I know it’s strange, I don’t know what I’m thinking, but is it wrong is I see him this weekend?//

“Oh, I wouldn’t know anything about that!” I snort, pointing toward my face. “I think she made my face look as bad as her room does!”

Phil falls silent. Oh no, have I said something wrong? Does he agree?

“You really do look beautiful, Dan.” He whispers. I gulp. Did I hear him wrong? Surely, I must have! “But then again, you always do.” I’m blushing furiously now.

“Shut up, no I don’t!” I pull my sweater sleeves up over my hands and hide my face behind them.

“Oh, but you do!” He counters. “You’re gorgeous! With your flower crowns and curly chocolate brown hair. And your eyes, god, I swear your eyes see right through me.”

“My eyes are just boring old brown!” I protest.

“Your eyes are the color of melted chocolate; the color of honey, or coffee with cream. And when the light hits them? Man, when the light hits them, I can barely breath! And don’t even get me started on when you wear shorts or crop tops!” I blink.

“You’re kidding me, right? When’s the last time you looked in a mirror?”

I’m about to go on, but I’m cut off by warm lips being pressed against mine, and oh my god, Phil is kissing me! It’s just like I always imagined it would be, warm, and gentle, and loving, with just a tiny bit of a metallic chill from the snake bits on his lips. It’s over far too quickly for my liking.

“Stop putting yourself down, gorgeous.” He whispers as he pulls away.

“Oh my god!” We both whirl around to see Cynthia standing in the doorway, mouth agape.

“Listen, I can explain, you see, I-!” Cynthia cuts Phil off.

“I knew it!” She squeals. “I knew it! Oh my god, you two are so cute together!”

“What?” Phil and I say simultaneously.

“It was so obvious you guys were pining over each other, I was just waiting to see who was gonna suck it up and make the first move!” She giggles.

“You don’t think it’s weird that your brother just kissed your best friend?” I ask, in slight awe.

“Of course not, silly!” She gasps. “Oh my god, if you guys get married that would mean you’d be my brother in law!”

“Married? I haven’t even asked him out yet!” Phil says, sounding baffled.

“Then what are you waiting for? Stop wasting time!” Cynthia sighs. “Are you doing anything Saturday, Dan?”

“Um... well, no...”

“Well, you are now! Phil, take Dan on a date, please?” She asks. “It’s getting kinda old watching you two pine over each other!” Phil’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.

“Would you like to go on a date-?”

“Yes!” I say immediately.

“With me?” Phil finishes.

“Yes!”

“Great, now can we please finish this movie?” Cynthia says, carefully sitting down on the recliner beside the couch. The cheeky little weasel.

So yeah, maybe it’s a little weird, but my best friend’s brother is the one for me.

//Yeah, my best friend’s brother is the one for me, BFB//

~Fin

(This is an original phanfic, so pls don’t steal)

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 26.02.18 lb

“KAAGAZI SHER DHER HO GAYE.”

LMAO THAT’S WHAT THIS FUCKING SHOW SHOULD BE CALLED. 

lel “apni chutiya ghumaao”

hubs is coming around to chamki it seems!

damn, he really is! he’s maneuvering it to sex her up!

look at these two idiots, giggling and smirking like they caught mummy-daddy kissing.

ok shivaay pls. no. leave the dehaati talk to someone not as bougie as yourself.

can’t take him seriously/focus on whatever he’s saying so seriously when he’s rocking some srs sex hair like that. 

snort. looks like gauri couldn’t resist the bhaang again.

gosh some real sleeping beauty vibes here. omkara getcho ass in here and kiss the girl awake!!!!!!!!! 

damn, i love how pinky is like baakiyon ko chod anika, (incl. my raja beta shivaay), YOU’RE FINE RIGHT??????/ 

haaye when lord when will i get proper mom pinky to beti anika? sochte hue hi humri eyezh se bhatar aa raha hai.

LMAO THE MATAK. EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE DOES IT I HAVE TO PAUSE THE VIDEO COZ I’M LAUGHING TOO HARD.

damn sumo. evil really suits you. i mean, dat glo up. fucking amazing. maybe i should completely give up my moral code too. hmmmmm... 

i want rosie ka matakne waala tabla bg music to be my ringtone.

aaaaaaaaand veer chutiya just laid the whole plan out.

OH HO ANIKA CAN YOU CONTROL THE SHOCK FACE. MATLAB, EITHER OVERACTING, OR NO ACTING. BEECH MEIN KUCH NAHI AATA KYA?

arre waah, there’s a scheduled meeting of all the oberoi dushmans tomorrow. how organized! i bet there’s email reminders and snacks and everything!

MAN SRSLY. I LOVE EVIL SUMO SO MUCH. *kisses her beautiful evil little face*

also god gauri looks sooooooooo goooood today. how lord howwwwwwww can one person be this beautiful this is so fucking unfair where is the manager of this dept of giving out good looks i’d like to speak to them please about how unfair this is!!!!!!!!!!

OMFG ANIKA YOU IDIOT GIRL JUST SPIT IT OUT INSTEAD OF SCARING EVERYONE HERE

AAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!! I WAS RIGHT. I WAS RIIIIIIIIGHT. GAURI DOES KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ROSIE RANI/VEER. FUCKING GULNEET JUST DIDN’T WRITE HER INTO THE SCENES.

*SCREAMS ENDLESSLY AND ETERNALLY*

please excuse me while i gloat a little:

ok gloating done. 

no wait, one more.

*now* i’m done. let’s move on. 

damn omki shomki’s really taking it hard. sigh. i know bb. i know. you loved her the most. you loved her even more than you loved your real sister. (who, btw, like... is she alive? you guys don’t even mention her in passing....? it’s a lil weird, man.)

i love how even anika’s more concerned about om and is like “u ok bro????” rather than focusing on her own husband’s trauma lol.

DADI KI DOST KI POTI MY ASS. YOU ASSHOLES JUST LET ANY DAMN RANDO TRAIPSE AROUND THIS DAMN HOUSE WITH ZERO BACKGROUND CHECKS. LIKE.... HONESTLY.

yeah, that’s what you get when you turn your wife into your “best friend” and proceed to marry someone else in front of her. can’t say i’m sympathetic to rudra here. stupid little shit. 

GOD CAN YOU FUCKS STOP SHELTERING RUDRA SO MUCH??????? IF HE’S OLD ENOUGH TO GET MARRIED, HE’S OLD ENOUGH TO BE CONFRONTED BY THE UNPLEASANT TRUTHS OF LIFE. GAWD. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand rudy knows. because y’know, he has the magical power OF HEARING. 

yeah, this is why no one tells you shit rudra. coz you have the coping capabilities of a fucking 12 year old. 

LMAO WHUT??????????? WHY ARE THEY PLAYING NOOR-E-KHUDA?????????? 

ah fuck man they didn’t have to do me dirty by playing the raksha bandhan flashbacks with om/sumo. that was a truly special moment of the show for me. 

crying @ om kissing rudra. I WILL NEVER EVER EVER TIRE OF THIS SHOW DOING ONE (1) THING RIGHT: MEN SHOWING PHYSICAL AFFECTION TO OTHER MEN WITH ZERO RESERVATIONS. 

what “hamesha se best friend maana” and all? you’ve HAMESHAAAA treated her like shit. you didn’t even give a fuck about her till like 3 seconds ago, after she came back and did something for you. if this is how you treat your “friends”, no wonder you have zero friends (other than your brothers, who are somewhat biologically programmed to love you.)

i hope chubby has found better friends by now. 

yiiiiiiiiikes, bade bhaiyya is gonna go after sumo. watch out girllll.

ok gauri has a lotttta opinions on a chick she’s known like... a month, max. 

ok blah blah blah shivaay ka credo stating that hum saath hai dushman haarega blah blah blah. booooooooring. tum sab chutiye the, ho, aur hamesha rahoge. bas kabhi kabhi lucky ho jaate ho. 

lmao “extra security” ok. sure. uh huh. jinko ghar mein ghusna tha, unko toh aapka raja beta khud uthaake ghar mein laaya hai. ab is extra security ka kya achaar daaloge? 

omg finallllllllllllllllllllllllly om in just the sweater, NO VESTTTTTT. uh huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh honey. *pauses and niharofies and strokes screen lovingly*

yes ok shivaay u look good in black too. ab hatt saamne se. lemme stare at om’s arms in that sweater some more. mmmmmhmmm.

OMFG WHY DO YOU DUMBASSES DO SUCH OBVIOUS ISHAARABAAZI OUT IN THE OPEN LIKE THIS

oh thank god dadi isn’t here. there’s a limit to how many annoying oberois i can handle at one time. 

ok naachna shuru; fuck that shit. fwding.

apparently om’s forgiven jhanvi for being a tight-ass banshee who keeps taking tej’s side.

y’know, the man who tried to set her on fire in this very living room. and tried to feed her son to a fucking crocodile. that man. 

ok you know what, i’m happy for pinky. she’d suffered long and hard enough (more than anyone else in this show EVER HAS for their actions.) please god, lemme have happy pinky being a good mom to her kids now. 

awww, how sweet is this tiny moment too!

yuppppppppppp, veer’s here to put nazar. asshole.

MY GOD SHIVAAY FFS COULD YOU STOP ~~~~~~ACTING WITH YOUR FACE SO MUCH. 

waaaah, dumbass veer and sumo are having their ‘fuck the oberois’ congress right here in the open. 

lmao aniRu’s sinister smile waala dancing with sumo. 

itne haq se shivaay ne kabhi anika ka haath nahi pakda hoga jis se woh veer ko pakad ke laa raha hai. #shiVeer #myOTP

waahhhhh shivaay/bhavya also have some kanji aakhon waala coordination. matlab amaze only. 

LOL SRSLY I CAN’T GET OVER HOW SHIVAAY’S JUST DANCING WITH VEER OUT HERE, LIKE... DAMN SON, TRY TO CONTROL YOUR HATE-LUST FOR HIM A LITTLE, YOUR WIFE’S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE?????? 

gosh so much ishaarebaazi happening here and there and everywhere it’s fucking ridiculous. 

.... like didn’t veer just have the hots for anika and want her? now suddenly he’s all OBEROIS KI BARBAADI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! too??? like... why? dude, don’t you have much better things to do in life? honestly, why are you even swimming in this kiddy pool of imbeciles when you’re the king of evil in goa? 

whut? arrest warrant for shakti? why? 

why do i even care is the REAL QUESTION.