#genre: platonic

[a-dream-bookmark]

NEW ARRIVAL:

“We are Dreamers” teaser by writingmochi

4 weeks to go before graduation!

cast: taehyun ✗ fem.reader ✗ hueningkai

synopsis: hey, it's your last day of high school! you have one month to go before your graduation. with the company of your best friends, taehyun and kai, let's make this one month the most memorable month of your entire life!

genre: teen existentialism, that awkward period when you're in between a teenager and a young adult, coming of age, friendship, platonic love, best friends au, high school au, comedy, fluff, angst

word count: 427 (teaser)

taglist? right here

release: around february or march (aka around the end/start of the korean academic year)

message from the moon: gotta have to write this before i lose touch with my high school self. will be a very wholesome of just friends being friends with no romantic undertone

“(y/n)!!!” a familiar voice calls and the volume gets louder as he comes closer to where you stand. promptly, your hand covered your face when you meet the bewildered eyes of your juniors who are looking at him striding towards you. second-hand embarrassment clouded your thoughts as you let out muffled chuckles, peeking between your fingers as his giant figure entered your vicinity. the juniors scurried away with a terrified look in their eyes from his maniacal, evil witch-sounding giggle that bounced on the hallway's concrete walls before he stood next to you.

“stop it, i’m so freaking embarrassed.” you punch his chest as he pouted, wiping your face to smooth down your facial muscles. the lines on his face turned downwards. he looks so offended, holding the area that you hit as he lets out fake sniffs.

“you hurt me, (y/n)!" he lets out a pout. "why aren’t you excited to see me?” he said sarcastically, fists beside his waist as he sulks playfully.

“cause she saw you all the time, kai.”

you pivot towards the source and spot taehyun. his black hair accented his icy demeanor that pierced through his expression, striding to where you both stood. his hand holding onto the only strap slung over his shoulder as he rolled his eyes and grinned, hearing hueningkai sigh behind you.

“i swear, you’ve been using that face all the time that it scared me so much if you’re furious with me,” kai said as you stood in front of your locker to glance at both of them clearly.

“of course, i’m not angry. especially to both of you,” taehyun replied as he stood beside hueningkai. the height difference between the two always makes you giggle. you always imagined taehyun to be the taller of the two. but hyuka and his mixed blood said otherwise as you continue, leaning your back against the locker where your backpack cushions the impact.

“what, shortie?” kai remarked. you quickly sulk as a reply.

“i’m not that short, average height somewhere in the world. why am i friends with you both?” you mumbled the last part as you pushed away from the locker with your core muscles. kai’s hair is shaped like a mushroom because of how straight it is, different from tae who uses a bit of pomade to style his hair.

“cause we’re fancy as fuck,” taehyun replied with a smirk as kai nudges in agreement. you give a sheepish smile and a nod as you take the lead for the others to follow you down the hallway.

taglist: @raeyunshm @leilasmom @evidive @endzii23 @fluffyywoo @camipendragon @hiqhkey @wccycc @cha0thicpisces @y4wnjunz @yeehawnana @beansworldsstuff @kimipxl @blurryriki @stayzentiny @rebsmoonn @boba-beom @angelbythewindow @ttyunz @fluffdiaree

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[ascesabo]

the great irony of early one piece antagonists believing zoro was the actual captain and using luffy as a puppet ... oda really threw us a bone and curb-stomped it right in our faces. yes, zoro could be a captain in his own right. yes, zoro could match luffy in strength. yes, zoro knows this perfectly well. and you know what? he chose luffy two years ago, and he will continue to choose luffy again and again. roronoa zoro, the pirate hunter, who followed a wannabe pirate with a nonexistent crew on a whim because luffy brought him his swords and made a half-assed attempt at a bargain. zoro, who made a vow to never lose again on both his and luffy's honor. zoro, who told luffy he'd make him commit harakiri if he got in the way of zoro's goal, only to turn around and be willing to sacrifice his dream if it means that luffy reaches his. zoro, who stood in place and took luffy's pain and told a warlord to take his head instead of luffy's, who got down on his knees before his supposed rival and begged mihawk to mentor him so that he could return strong enough to protect his captain. zoro, who has conqueror's haki- a natural born leader- but chooses to stay at the right hand of a man he has deemed greater than himself.

and the thing that luffy fears most? being alone. being rejected. being left behind. and what should have been his foil- the pirate hunter to his pirate king, the nonbeliever to his divine, the king of hell to his sun god- instead becomes his first and most devout follower; the one who demands to follow him to hell and back. oughhhggg i'm sick to my stomach

[notcryingtoday]

I'm actually really angry at people saying that Kitty being into girls is unecessary because we kinda all agree that Minho will be the endgame and like... No it's not? Kitty is a great bi rep in my opinion. She had important romances with both a girl and a (two kinda) boys.

People say she was shown as "boys crazy" and first of all, no she wasn't? She really loves romance, as we see it in All the Boys I've Loved Before but that's all and she only had one boyfriend, the guy from season 1 (Dae I think but I'm not sure). And you can be bi and have a preference, that doesn't make you less bi. You can be bi without having ever date, or having only date one gender.

It's her sexuality, part of her identity. Even if it wasn't a whole storyline, it wouldn't be unecessary, but there it's like, a huge part of the series. Her feelings for Yuri are important. Her ending up with Minho will never change the fact that she's bi and it's cool to have this kinda rep. She can be in a "straight" relationship while being bi.

We know the huge biphobia bi girls dating men face, even within the community. People either say they're straight and faking it for attention, or that they're lesbians and in denial. Both is harmful. Straight boys sometimes date bi girls while having prejudices (like fetishizing them) and some lesbians refuse to date them because they "will obviously choose a boy over them". Bi people in general are also often seen as huge cheaters.

Bi rep is great and important. Especially bi girls rep and for teenagers. XO Kitty did a great job at making the relationship with Yuri really as great as with other characters, I didn't feel like it was thrown in to "bait" people: they have chemistry, screentime, a great storyline, development and super cute scenes.

(However, I think there is cheating involved in season 2 which suck but I haven't watch it yet so... Anyway not my point and as long as Kitty isn't the one who cheated we're out of bi stereotypes)

( Also, more personally, as a mixed and bi person, I do like seeing a mixed character who happend to be bi. Stuck in the "not quite this, not quite that" who's even more strong when you're white-passing/in a straight relationship. It's not because I grew up away from my mother's country that I'm less mixed, it's not because I'm dating someone from the opposite gender that I'm less bi. No one gets to tell me about stuff I happen to be born like and that are parts of my identity. It shaped me into who I am today for many different reasons.)

[threepandas]

Bad End: Cultivation

The rope creaked softly, suffering under the weight it was not meant to bear, as it stretched out, seemlingly endless into the mist. This had once been a bridge. The entrance to this lonely place. Humble as it was, the simple rope bridge had once stood for time immemorial. A path of safety above Soul Eater mists below.

Terrible creatures and unspeakable monsters dwelled down there. Things that devoured. Even the mists themselves, were said to drive men mad. Cause hallucinations and aggression. Qi draining in nature. It was like a living thing that digested you slowly.

Unless, of course, you could escape.

Or, it was said, if you were like the legendary immortal who had founded this temple. HE had apparently just walked. Refused the mist's their hold on him. Then climbed the cliff face to this mountain top. I somewhat doubted that tale. But then again, staring down at the rolling mists... it seemed impossible that ANYONE could have ever survived them.

The bridge creaked on, in the soft breeze. There were days it's groans sounded like the cries of a beast in pain. Tortured. When the wind rattled and dragged at what remained of its form. Trying to pull it from it's post. Down, down, down to it's final end.

There was a boot print. Terrible and damning. Cracked, IMPRINTED, deep into the base of the pillar that once held up one side. Far away, the bridge must surely still be stable. Both pillars standing tall, like gaurds. Like brothers. But here?

One powerful kick.

And the bridge had disappeared out from underneath all those that stood upon it.

Everyday... every day I come. Every day I look upon this bridge. Upon the boot, a terrible sin imprinted into stone, and I tell myself I do not recognize the size of it. That my suspicions are wrong. My instincts surely lying. Because... because if I do not?

What can I do? What could I POSSIBLY hope to do? If my suspicions WERE correct? If in this place, lives a monster? I am not stronger them him. Without him, I would be utterly alone. He has insured I am all but dependant on him. Not teaching me how to cook nor clean, farm nor fight. All practical skills are lessons for another day. Forever another day.

Yet...

Yet, I MUST know.

I torture myself with this. The wondering. The questions I do not not ask, for fear he will not even bother hiding behind lies. I stare at the old, long dried blood that stains where the bridge once ended. The shimmering heavenly gold. Somehow... some horrified, gut wrenched, SCREAMING instinct... knows it to be the blood of Tree Fruit.

It is the blood of the unborn. Those that will never get the chance, now. They... they were not even apart of anyone's body. Were wholly seperate, dependent and their protectors for survival. Were FRUIT for God's sake. Just as I had been. Souls reborn, not from flesh, but clean and new, from a Divine Tree. Ascendant from some other place.

I don't know WHY they were taken from the Tree. Why I was. My memory is spotty. It was too soon. I had not forgotten yet. Was not READY yet. It should have been safest to stay there. Be born into the world. Yet... they were on this bridge, instead. Attacked. The blood of infants stains the stones and will never wash clean. I can not... I was still FRUIT, then.

I can not REMEMBER.

And so I come. Again and again, before this rope. That stretchs out into the mists. Above far more terrible things. And try to recall. Make sense of it this terrible thing before me. This bridge. A long, worn, straining rope. With old, well-worn wooden planks, weathered by the ages, that... that hang like bodies.

Strung up in an endless row.

That whisper as they clack and groan with suffering in the wind, "A crime. A crime. Great evil was committed here!"

I tell myself... like a child hiding from monsters they KNOW are real. Trembling and blood soaked, terrified, as they crawl as far back into some small dark place as they can... I... I do not want to compare the boot print in that stone to Lei's. That they would be different sizes, even if I did.

I do not convince myself.

I never do.

"Shimei, this disciple wonderd where you were..." calls out a familiar voice. Deep in the way dangerous waters are deep. Smooth and placid at the surface. With something deadly I can not see, far, far below. "This one has found you at the bridge again. What captivates you so? You missed your morning snack. Should be on your way to early morning meditations."

My smile is more of a grimace, as I turn.

There are days... when forgetting is easy. When the tranquility of this place seeps itself into my bones. The comfort he deliberately arranges for me. The scheduled repetition. It is... trance-like.

Sitting with tea and snacks. Watching the early morning's sunlight dance off the distant mist. As birds wake and dew settles. The world hushed. Cup warm in my hand. Coat dropped over my shoulders. It is beautiful. The meditation garden is beautiful. EVERYTHING here is beautiful.

It is the fact that it is... empty, that bothers me.

This was not a temple built for two people. Remote as it must be in the world. The sect built this place for a reason. And each day that passes? I am more convinced that reason was to have a place to fall back too. The temple is lovely... but more then that? It is a FORTRESS.

Difficulty getting here is not even a fraction of the defens it holds.

So WHY?

WHY are there only two people here?

I nod, stepping towards my "shixong" as he insists I call him, dispite there being just the two of us. His hand reaching out to take my arm, guide me. I no longer need help navigating these halls. But he does not stop. Clings to his excuses to coddle and touch. It is a fight I can not win. I pick my battles. But, before his hand reaches my sleeve. Knife!

A throwing knife, shrieks near silent through the air as it cuts between us. Nearly removing Lei's fingers as it does. I jerk away, startled. He whips around towards the bridge.

"GET AWAY FROM THAT CHILD!"

The voice that roars that command has the distinct rasp of old age. Sure enough, a figure in flowing robes surges forward from the mist, running light as a feather across the single rope that remains of the bridge. Long white hair and beard. A wrinkled face, more accustomed to smiling, now turned into a fierce and determined scowl. The robes of a Grand Master.

There are a handful of warriors following him.

But the one that I can not look away from... it's... it's like looking through the lense of a half forgotten dream. Blurred by angles all wrong. But oh... oh how could I forget that face? The one that stares at me with such fierce and fearful determination?

...Shijie?

More then an older sister, less then a mother. Whisperd promises, muffled by liquid, from long ago. I know that face. KNEW it. It once smiled down at me, as I grew upon my branch, and promised we would be family. Loved me. Beautiful and patient, as she whispered about all the wonders of world.

I was...

Oh.

I was supposed to go with HER.

Be raised by HER. A little sister, a daughter, someone she could guide and grow with. My memories struggle to come together, but faced with familiar faces? They TRY. Especially as power begins to surge around me. Terrible and familiar. The beginnings of a fight.

Someone on my branch. Not my sister. Pale as morning mist and just as untouchable. He seemed lonely. I was lonely. Far from other Fruit, an awkward thing, high up, and on an old twisting branch. That had missed all nipping and cultivation by being accidentally hidden by the leaves surrounding it. The fruit was supposed to grow lower to the ground, where it could be watched. Safe.

But I happened anyway.

And I was alone.

No others to spend my time with. No disciples to come and care for me, day to day. So when the mist man came? I clumsily... reached out. Pat pat. There, there. I'm here, "dude". (I... can not remember what that word meant. But I know I knew it. It was friendly, I think.)

He was surprised to find me, up there.

I don't not think he told anyone.

I...I think he was supposed too?

But it did not matter in the end. Someone else found his hiding spot. Found me. There was much shouting and alarm. Elders, I think. Doctors, to insure I was well. Great relief, that I was a hardly little thing, developing as I should. After that? I had constant visitors. None that seemed very interesting... until... until my Shijie.

They were looking, I think, through interested parties for a match. Who would adopt me. Then there was softness. Sweet, golden days. The mist man visited. Anger from him? Not at me. Displeased. Covetous? I did not understand. Something wrong was growing but I was unborn... did not have a name yet for the sensation.

Just that is was...Dark.

Then it was night time. A beautiful moon through the branches. Smoke, black and terrifying. Screaming and the clash of swords. Unbearable heat, climbing and climbing. Lights blinking out. Dying? Were... were they dying? The great Tree, divine and holy, groaning in agony. Wood popping from heat. Splintering from blows.

Feet upon my branch. Running, running, running. Falling too their knees. Swordsman's hands. Bloody, wrong, not my shijie. Where is my shijie? Sister! SISTER?! I am being pulled. No. No, it is not time. It is too soon. The Fruit is not ready.

The hands do not care.

I am torn out by the roots.

Where the Tree should be... is nothing. I SCREAM. It hurts! A void. The ocean of life gone, gone, GONE! Already I am starving. Destabilizing. Dying again. Scared! Please! I am-!

A hand wraps around the raw nerves of my roots. They are wrong. I know them, but they are WRONG. Where is shijie? Sister... SISTER! Please!! Energy floods back in, as though it never stopped. But... but it is not clean. Like brackish water after so long in clear springs, I choke as I try to adjust.

Moving.

Running.

Where is the Divine Tree? I want to go home.

Others join. Burned. Bleeding. They have Fruit too. I have never been so close to others. They sound nervous too. Scared. But they have their family. Why do I not? There is some plan. A bridge that goes on and on. Below us are terrible things. They are talking? The end in sight.

"-viously you can't... -ep her, she's not your child. Y.. -eat thing protecting her th.. -ll be so relieved you have her child. N.. -all we have to... -ait out this..."

Something ugly is rising. Danger. DANGER. No, no, NO. STOP. Run! Bad thing is coming! I don't-! I can't-! Covetous, terrible, tar-like WRONG! Seeping up like festering! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!

The sound of a sword being drawn.

I am tucked close. Cradled like something precious. As a blade sings destruction through the air. A shocked and betrayed cry. Confusion. I can see horror on faces, feel terror from the other Fruit. Two of them are dead. CRUNCH. The bridge violently lists to the side, weight no longer equally supported.

Time seems to slow... as ancient metal slides free of stone.

Half those on the bridge are gone in an instant, as the floor swings out from below them like a trapdoor. Those that remain? Are the souls fast enough to grab the rail that still remains. The boards, as they fall. They hang above certain death, as their friends fall screaming in primal fear, to horrific death below.

How long can they hold on?

Especially with only one hand?

A few already lost their grip on their Fruit in the sudden shift. Can only stare in numb and mind blank horror, soul deep agony, as the bright little lights fall... and fall... and fall...

Inside my Fruit I SCREAM.

I do not remember after that. Only being born. It is a blur of trauma my mind must have refused to keep. D..Damn it. DAMN IT! I jerk away from Lei. I had known. I hadn't WANTED to know... but I had KNOWN.

The Grand Master attacks. His blade crashing like the might of a wrathful god against Lei's. Sending him sliding back. The master pressing his advantage, warriors rushing to fan out between the fighters and me.

Arms. Soft yet unimaginably powerful, the scent of tea and the medicinal flowers she proudly grew for the sect, I was pulled into an embrace. My head tucked against her neck. Arms bordering on too tight. As though I would disappear at any moment.

"Shimei.." my shijie whispered, a wounded sound. "This sister has you. We have come to rescue you. The traitor will never hurt you again. Come!"

This felt right. I nod. Follow her towards the bridge.

"Thief."

Lei's snarls. Never has there been an uglier, more venomous sound. One of the warriors, acting as a shield, dies preventing my sister from being speared through the heart from behind. Desperately, she scoops me up. Breaking into a sprint.

"Do you truely think you can take this one's Disciple from him? His WORLD!?" An unhinged laugh echoed along side the clash on blades. "There is NOWHERE you can hide her, that I will not find! She is MINE! Belongs with ME! You can run but there is NO WHERE you can hide!"

I cling to my sister as she jumps up on the rope, racing away from the gilded cage that was my only home. Over her shoulder, Lei is locked in combat. The ugly something I had always known was there, finally out in the air between us. Demonic energy spilled from him like radiation. Sickening and every bit as caustic. His eyes wild as they lock onto me.

"I'm going to BURN everything that gets in my way, my disciple." He croons, the grin spreading across his face a thing that will haunt me. "Just like before. NOTHING will keep you away from me. Nothing! I am going to hunt you down, drag you to ascension, then spend the rest of time making you MINE."

"And nothing will stop me, child. Not even you. Why?"

"Because I LOVE You."

[prentissluvr]

need sam winchester biblically and its such a crime i can't be binging spn rn, but that does mean i will be thinking about him all the time without spending said time watching him which means i will have thoughts about him which means i will have time to write for him which means that folks should send me sam requests i promise i'm nice and a decent writer heheheh

[turtleblogatlast]

Do you ship any of the turtles with anyone? or do you ship anything in rise at all?

(This ended up being a lot longer an answer than I intended hoo boy sorry about that)

Hmmm, I’m not too big a shipper tbh! Especially since I really enjoy canon interactions backing my ships, so it’s hard for me to actively like any that don’t really have that going for them. There’s plenty that I see around that I think are cute, but that’s usually the extent of my thought process for them.

For ships I more actively have, I guess I like AprilxSunita! They’re very very cute and I think they have some huge meet cute energy in their first episode together, and their chemistry is genuinely adorable (plus them being featured means more April screentime which is ALWAYS a good thing.)

I also think AprilxCasey (and when I say Casey I mean our OG girl) is really good, as I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers, and I think they have a lot in common and just bounce off each other very well (not to mention this ship in other iterations of TMNT has a loooooot going for it.)

Keeping the chain going, I think RaphxCasey (again, OG Casey) is also one with a tonnnnn of potential. They have a lot of common characteristics, and considering Raph’s whole thing with Franken-Foot, I really think there’s a lot of room there for a relationship to develop. Plus, like AprilxCasey, Raph and Casey tend to have a close relationship throughout the iterations of TMNT and it would be great to see that more with these two, even if not romantically.

Actually going back to enemies to lovers, I unironically think there’s a ton going for DonniexKendra. I know a lot of people hate this ship, but I don’t and I actually think it could very easily work whether in a love-hate way or a slow burn way. There’s a lot to like here and honestly they’re good together! Kendra is legit Donnie’s type too haha (cute, but mean.)

Lastly, SplinterxDraxum is good…when done right. I really like when people take it and don’t undermine the very real trauma that Splinter has gone through. As I’ve stated a lot, I love me some enemies to lovers, so I can see the potential here. Plus lbr Draxum was down BAD for Lou Jitsu when he first saw him haha.

I think that’s the extent to what I actively like? Everything else usually falls into “aw cute” or “ehhh not for me thanks”. And before you ask YES leosagi is cute and I’ll read fics with it if the premise is appealing, but I’m afraid I need some canon interactions to establish base character dynamics before I actively ship it alas.😔 Super cute though, no hate to it or any of the other CanonxCharacter-they’ve-never-met ships, I genuinely think people should just have fun! And for what it’s worth I really do wish we got a Usagi and Leo interaction in Rise like we have in other iterations.:(

So yeah. Overall, I have a few ships I enjoy, but I fall much more in the “prefer to keep everyone to themselves and make the focus family and friendship” category.

[dixidin]

Thirtieth day of cringetober <3!!!

If you repost this on another website, please give credit. Do not put my art in any ai or repost it as your own work. You are free to use this as a pfp as long as you credit. Any like or rebblog is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! -dixidin

[kittykatninja321]

I went “I’m not into this but let’s hear them out” on one too many omegaverse fics and now I have thoughts and opinions and headcanons and shit. Horrifying. Please be careful it could happen to you

[yasyassie]

I just LOVE the evolution of the relationship between Elora and Kit. Their scenes in episode 7 were everything

Yes enemies to lovers is great but enemies to friends is sooo underrated

[hoopwize]

they're best friends btw.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Loudest Silence

YA contemporary

a newly Deaf-Hard of hearing girl moves across the country and starts a new school, struggling with navigating her disability and love for singing and lost friendships - determined to not make any new friends for the year she’s in Florida

and a boy struggling with family expectations and anxiety, after being made the fútbal captain even though he secretly ways to be on broadway, who quickly befriends her

bi & aroace-coded MCs

[arandomgurl2680]

Does anyone know where I can find some books with queer platonic relationships? Preferably main plot aswell

[warningsine]

[pipwasreal]

Day 18: friendship + vampirism

Alternate prompt today. I was finding it difficult to figure out a way to make glory hole or breath play plausibly platonic... I know, I'm a coward.

Characters: Crystal Palace, Niko Sasaki, Litty and Kingham (mentioned), Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland, David the Demon (mentioned)

Content warnings: biting, blood drinking

Crystal had kind of gotten used to staring at Niko, at being mesmerised not only by the lights and colours that surrounded her like some bizarre kawaii aura but also by her frankly adorable face.

The nasty little parasitic sprites are out (though Crystal wishes they were fucking dead to boot) leaving Niko with white hair and the ability to see ghosts. But that's not all that's changed.

Niko's staring back now.

Her dark eyes are wide, her lips slightly parted. It's a bit intense. If Crystal didn't know better, she'd think Niko wants to kiss her. Or possibly eat her.

Crystal waves at her and Niko startles, caught out. But she doesn't blush or laugh, like she would if she'd just zoned out. If anything she looks a bit... scared?

She stands abruptly and tries to hurry off toward the malt shop bathroom, but Crystal's worried now. They were supposed to be having a soda float to celebrate Niko feeling better... but what if she's not?

"Hey, wait!" Crystal says.

She grabs Niko's hand as she passes. Not tight, but Niko looks down at it and gasps. Crystal drops it immediately.

"You okay?" She asks.

Niko frowns, mouth twisting uncertainly, then seems to make a decision.

"Come to the bathroom with me?" She asks, maybe a little too loudly.

Crystal resists the urge to glance around and see if those girls are here again, and judging her, again.

"Sure," she says. She throws an apologetic glance back toward Charles and Edwin as they leave.

"Why are they going to the bathroom together?" Edwin asks, sounding baffled and disturbed.

"It's a girl thing," Charles replies confidently.

Crystal rolls her eyes.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Niko turns to the sink and bends over to look at her face in the mirror. She sighs, relieved. Then she leans in closer and grimaces at her reflection.

"Okay, Niko, what is going on?" Crystal asks.

Niko straightens up and turns to face her.

"Um... I'm experiencing a symptom? I think?"

Crystal raises her eyebrows and waits.

"I feel really cold, and you look... warm," Niko says. "Like you give really good hugs."

Crystal laughs.

"I don't think that's a symptom," she says. "But I can hug you, if you want? Or we could go get food?"

"I don't think I'm hungry for food," says Niko.

Which is a weird thing to say, but okay, so Niko's a little weird. So is Crystal's whole goddamn life.

But then Niko turns to the mirror again.

"Look." She points to her mouth, and grins.

Crystal steps closer, frowning in confusion.

Then she spots it. Niko's eye teeth look longer and sharper than normal, more... feline.

"Oh shit," says Crystal. "Yeah okay, that's different."

"At least I have a reflection. That's good, right?"

They both stare at Niko's reflection a bit longer.

"So are you, like, gonna freak out and bite my head off now?" Crystal asks.

Niko considers this.

"I don't think so? I only feel a bit thirsty." She turns to Crystal with a very serious expression. "But you have my permission to stake me if I get murdery."

Crystal laughs at that, she can't help it. Niko joins in, a moment later.

"You're a good friend," she says, smiling.

Crystal smiles back. She wants to be a good friend. What would a good friend do?

"Um, well, do you want..." she says, then trails off, gesturing vaguely toward her own neck.

Niko's eyes widen in shock.

"Really? You want me to bite you?"

Crystal shrugs. "For science."

She holds her hair out of the way and turns her head, baring her throat.

"Are you sure?" Niko asks. "What if I can't stop?"

Crystal wiggles the fingers of her free hand.

"Then I'll get inside your head and make you stop."

Even though that's an objectively terrifying sentence, Niko looks relieved.

"Okay. Um. Here goes."

She leans in, tilts her head and hesitantly presses her lips to Crystal's throat. She gives a little lick, her tongue hot and wet. Crystal's pulse spikes.

"Mmm warm," Niko mumbles against Crystal's skin. Crystal shivers. The hard points of Niko's teeth scrape against the soft skin, then dig in.

It feels like... being bitten. She winces. It hurts, but not too much. She can feel her pulse throbbing in the bitemark, and a slight wetness on her throat.

Then Niko starts sucking on her neck.

Which is actually kinda hot. Crystal's had her fair share of make-out sessions, she's sure. She just can't remember them. David doesn't fucking count.

But Niko's gentle, and her hair smells nice, and she stops after a minute and grabs a bit of paper towel to press to Crystal's throat.

Crystal can be a good friend, as often as Niko needs.

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

absolute DEARTH of dungeon meshi fanfics on ao3. in many ways but particularly gen fics that are over 2000 words and focused on adventure, magical shenanigans, fluff/angst, or some combination of those

[kquil]

i've been getting into the mcu recently (not too deeply) but omg! i have such good ideas for potential reader fics

i want to write them but it's unrealistic for me to have so much on my plate even though i adore writing! i even have unfinished projects im still fleshing out in the background! i can't do it! (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง

(ugh! but i secretly really want to...)

i know i can just request it from other writers who are very talented and may be willing but... i wanna be able to write my own ideas... WHY AM I LIKE THIS?! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

if only i was rich, then i could write fanfiction all day long ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻