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Aizawa: Ugh, finally, I'm ho- Kaminari? What are you doing here?
Kaminari: Oh, hi Mr Aizawa, uh, Hitoshi wanted to help me get over my fear of cats so he's making me hang out with Present Mewc over here
Aizawa: You're afraid of cats?
Kaminari: Uhhhhhhhhhh, anyways, check out what I did!
Kaminari, holding up a cat treat: Mewc, sit.
Present Mewk: *sits*
Kaminari: Okay, now show off
Present Mewc: *Stands up and walks slowly around in a circle*
Kaminari: Good, now give us a dance
Present Mewc: *Bobs head back and forth for a few seconds*
Kaminari: All riiight, now ELECTROCUTION!
Present Mewc: *falls over and wiggles around for a few seconds before going still and twitching once*
Kaminari: Good job, Mewc! *gives treat* Isn't it cool, Mr Aizawa?
Aizawa:
Aizawa: What the fuck did you do to my cat
#so much is going on at once that aizawa forgot to question why kami is calling his son by his given name#Hizashi and Eri insisted on the name#present mewc#got the idea because I saw someone name his cat All Meow so i was like fuck it lets do a different hero now#Present Mewc is obviously a yellow tabby#you know the orange cats that are so light they look kinda blonde#that#i got the cat fear idea from a fic i read#it was super cute#i dont remember the name but it was shinkami and Kaminari takes Shinsou to a date at a cat cafe despite being terrified oh sorry “cautious”#of cats because they tend to freak out when he accidentally shocks them as one would expect#hitoshi shinsou#hizashi yamada#eri#mha#bnha#denki kaminari#why did i tag that onr last wtf#aizawa shouta#eraserhead#present mic#chargebolt#mind eraser#cats#gatto#lil guy#gattito
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Lucien Vanserra and Elain Archeron
#tonight i give you a poorly made Elucien moodboard. tommorow? who knows.#listen the slowburn is going to be insane. i just know Lucien is a freak in bed.#this whole thing was inspired by the i want you in a primal way in a chaste victorian way SPECIFICALLY#tell me it's not them#the yearning. the longing#acotar#elucien#lucien vanserra#elain archeron#they are not my favorite ship but whatever makes my princess (Lucien) happy#does Lucien ride a horse in Canon or do i read too much fic#edit: it has come to my attention Lucien does in fact ride horses#i have not re read the series in a while#i think the fandom is neglecting the concept of Horse Girl Lucien#elucien moodboard#autumn court
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Some art for one of my fav fics The Long Night by @noxdrawstrash. This fic is such a wild ride. Absolutely amazing ❤️Go read it!
#steddie#harringrove#metalsandwich#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#steve x billy#billy x steve#billy hargrove#eddie munson#steve harrington#ster draws steddie#ster draws harringrove#my art#i can't rec fics like a normal person#it always has to be some insane way like this#anyway its so freaking good#go read it!!!!#fic rec#harringroveson#also not 100% fic accurate bc i wanted them to be recognisable#ster draws metalsandwich
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"I can't ignore what's under dancefloor boards, The rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat, But I still move my feet, to slip out of this groove, I'm free" ~ 2econd 2ight 2eer, Will Wood, The Normal Album
I have been plagued with visions of LDR Sun every time I listen to this song and I NEEDED to get this out of my system @spadillelicious when do we get to smooch the boy pLEASE
v textless version and close ups under cut!! v
#fnaf#fnaf security breach#fnaf dca#dca au#dca fanart#dca fandom#Love Death and Rollerskates#LDR sun#will wood#2econd 2ight 2eer#the normal album#tw eyestrain#cw guns#if you see any mistakes in the text no you didn't#took me way too long to get everything lined up and readable PLEASE--#just bear with me on this one i am going FERAL#story of my life but this was going to be a simple sketch to reward myself between deadlines and then it became a WHOLE thing /pos#(i still don't understand how to draw rollerskates!!!! or guns!!!)#but my LDR brainworms were soooo happy to get spotlight on this one akjshdsg#i am screaming endlessly about this fic I had been wanting to draw sun and his funky windbreaker for MONTHS!!#and every time you mention crescent eyes my little brain is like “DRAW THAT” kasjfhdf#but so many other things kept coming up and i kept having to put it off#and then this song came along and i was like. ENOUGH. IT IS TIME!!!!!#An allusion to The Tell-Tale Heart AND disco dancing?! HELL FREAKING YEAH!!!!!#and then several reference image hunts and a LOT of colour happened and here we are :3#okay okay tag rambling is being cut off now but i just akjhsdg am thrilled to finally share this--#Please go read Love Death and Rollerskates by spadillelicious it is FANTASTIC
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ok im going to bed bc its late as hell here but i wanted to doodle parkciv finally
#here in artist civilization#parkour civilization#parkciv#little details in this i like are the shading differences in evbo and seawatt#seawatts shading is how everyone looks but after becoming god i like to think evbo like. just has flat almost cel shading#like hes insanely out of place. and his shading does NOT react to whatever lighting hes in. and he looks soo weird bc of it#evbos eyes go from green to tinted with the netherite purple :) based on a fic i read :) i thought it was neat :)#his stupid idiot protag ahoge turns into a weird halo thing.. uhm what else#oh yeah seawatt has a clock stuck on the back of his neck.. think like uhmm the idea that moles are where you died in a past life#but its LITERALLY a mark of how you died. like it can be anywhere on the body but its a mark of how you died. so seawatt has a clock bc#you know. The Race.#SPEAKING OF SEAWATT DETAILS post-revival he has like. no eye colour. its blank#his eyes are still clearly defined but its still Nothing There#if he was the first to be revived itd freak people out but i imagine evbo was dragging his feet when it came to seawatt#parkciv evbo is a hater at his core what can i say. well to me he is#ok done yapping my cat demands i get off my pc and sleep so she can yell in my face
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I think it's a rumour started by a parody joke account, but the way we all heard a variation of "F1 driver Franco Colapinto hits it off with Norwegian Princess" and immediately went:
#f1#formula 1#formula one#franco colapinto#like he's smooth af and his flirtations with reporters rival freaking prime red bull era seb#I'd buy it#so.... who's going to write the fic?#me irl: *cannot understand how monarchies are still a thing*#me reading books/fic with royal characters: absolutely please give me ten more of these!#what can i say? i was raised on the Princess diaries#if chris pine isn't back for the 3rd film -
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double-whammie wip (not) wednesday
got tagged by @novasillies (still freaking out over their current wip update!!) and i have a bit of the newest chapter for my time travel au to share
“Hey, Stiles?” he calls out to the older boy. Stiles hums distractedly, and Derek knows he’s not really listening to him, too caught up in whatever he’s doing. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Stiles says. His back is turned to Derek, and he spends a moment appreciating the way Stiles’ muscles shift underneath the fitted shirt he has on as he mixes up his herbs. Stiles still doesn’t look like he’s paying all that much attention to him, but oh well. Derek will take what he can get.
He props himself up with his right forearm, half sitting as he puts his weight on it. “You like me, right?” he asks, sounding calm even though his heart has started beating faster and faster by the second. Derek doesn’t regret asking, though.
Stiles goes taut almost as soon as the question registers. He doesn’t turn around so he can’t see what kind of face he’s making, and his scent doesn’t betray anything, but Derek knows better than to trust it when he knows Stiles knows ways to manipulate it. After a few moments, though, his posture relaxes again and he goes back to mixing up things in the mortar.
“Yeah. Of course I do,” Stiles says. There’s a sort of vulnerability, a softness in his voice, and Derek feels his heart soar.
He didn’t lie. Stiles didn’t lie. He likes Derek, Stiles likes Derek.
Don’t fuck this up, he thinks, only a little desperate as he tries to keep his heart under control. Not for the first time, he thanks whatever higher being is looking out for him, because if Stiles could hear how fast his heart is racing right now he’d think Derek is the lamest person ever. Which he is, but Stiles doesn’t need to know that.
“Cool,” he says, immediately regretting it. Cool? Who the fuck says cool to something like that? “I mean, I like you, too,” he adds hastily, fully sitting up as Stiles finally turns around.
“I know,” there’s the ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips and mirth in his eyes.
Derek starts to smile, then frowns. “Did you just Han Solo me?” he asks, not knowing what to feel when Stiles just bursts out laughing right there and then.
It’s a beautiful laugh. It takes his breath away. Derek doesn’t think he’s ever heard Stiles laugh like this before. Chuckle, maybe, definitely an amused huff here and there. But never an outright laugh like this one. Derek wants to hear it forever, wants to record it so he can play it back again and again and again, all the time.
He’s so gone on this boy. So, so gone. Derek feels overwhelmed by the sudden rush of affection that overcomes him, a hot, fluttery thing that leaves him tingly all over.
couldn't not do the star war's reference i mean IT WAS RIGHT THERE. anywayssss take the rare angst-free scene. no pressure tags: @dontcallpanic @hedwig221b @salty-fryingpan @oldefashioned @endwersed @dear-massacre and of course anyone who wants to do it
#taking a moment to freak out again over novasillies wip#istg that au keeps me awake at night it's SO GOOD#go read it pleaseeeeeee you'll love it#as for my time travel au i swear i'm working on it guysss we're almost there#stiles isn't cooperating with me but derek and i are strong-arming him#wip#wip wednesday#my fic#tag game#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#teen wolf#ao3#eternal sterek#my wip#rewrite the lines au
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heartbreaking! one of your favorite artists makes fun of y/n fics!
#never not a whiplash 😀#like i get they're not for everyone ofc but it often feels like reader inserts are such an easy target and it's tiring tbh#treated as something that often doesn't get taken serious in fandom spaces#which you can argue how serious fandom should be to begin with but making fun of someones creation is such a big no for me#just really shows that you're a shitty person imo LOL#there's a difference between bitching to your friends in private (valid thing to do) and doing it in public#with the intention of kicking someone down for something YOU don't like. something YOU can just close the tab on. skill issue#like why don't you indulge in a little maladaptive daydreaming and enjoy the whimsy of the world instead of spreading negativity#this and some of the most lifechanging fics i've ever read were reader inserts#idk. reader inserts ily. you can pry them from my cold dead hands#don't wanna go on a full on rant in the tags i guess i'm just really sad over getting disappointed by someone i admired#gonna hit that block button and show some love to my fav writers instead <3#if you're a y/n writer reading this please know that i love you and everything you do. write your heart out get your freak on just live ok#-`♡´- tulip mail
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Go read The Doll by mordancy on AO3 👇🏻
Bonus vid:
#im convinced Felix prolly has this picture framed#and it rests on his bedside table#he probably bought the doll Ollie is posing with#the freak#go read this#fic rec#Saltburn fic#Saltburn#Saltburn art#my art#cattonquick#Oliver quick#art#mine
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Fanart inspired by the fanfic: "come back to me and forgive everything" by @howtobecomeadragon 💙💛
#will byers#stranger things fanart#mike wheeler#byler#byler fanart#Litterally go read this fic RN if you haven't OMG it gave me so many butterflies it's so freaking GOOD LIKE HOWWW????!!!! The talent??!!!#It's literally amazing#You won't regret it I promise#stranger things
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NOT a Time Loop (Definitely a Time Loop) (ao3) svsss, platonic cumplane | T | 7.2k, pre-canon, canon divergence, set in modern world, time loop, airplane & cucumber bro, trope-specific repeated major character death (more, including warnings and spoilers, on ao3)
When Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky decided this morning to end his writing career, he didn't expect he'd be responsible for the death of his harshest of readers, nor that he'd unintentionally cause something that's definitely not a time loop. Hahaha, everything is alright, thank you very much! ...But what's the deal with Peerless Cucumber?
a while ago, I wrote a tiny 'different POV' part for this fic which you can find here 😊
Full fic on ao3 & under the cut
It begins like so:
A stranger at the table next to his orders the blandest meal the diner has to offer.
Shang Qinghua opens his laptop. He presses the ‘Post’ button on the drafted work, logs off, and shuts the lid of the laptop with his heart both heavy and light with tentative relief. Some other patron’s phone gives a loud ping. He sips his coffee, too tense to even register the taste. He gets up, leaves a tip too small to be considerate but big enough to leave a dent in his savings, and leaves the diner. On his way out, he hears an enraged shout, quickly doused by the diner’s staff.
Whatever, it’s not his job to care about patrons causing a ruckus.
He goes home, buries himself in his bed, and sleeps undisturbed for the rest of the day.
It begins like so:
Shang Qinghua opens his eyes at the diner table. In front of him, there’s a laptop with his final post on Zhongdian still in draft form. He blinks at the screen. Looks around. Sees the same decor and the same patrons and the same tired staff.
Wow, déjà vu, he thinks, takes a sip of his too-bitter coffee, and clicks ‘Post’.
A stranger at the next table receives the blandest meal the diner has to offer, but accepts it only with a half-hearted hum, staring at his phone instead. The phone chimes.
Shang Qinghua sighs to himself, logs off his account, closes his laptop, and sips the rest of his coffee, too tense to truly appreciate the moment. He leaves a tip too small to be considerable but big enough to leave a dent in his savings and walks out of the place. On his way out, he hears an enraged shout, quickly doused by the staff.
…That’s weird—but it’s not his job to care about patrons causing a ruckus.
He goes home, thinks how strange it is that he still feels as if it’s all happened before, and buries himself in his bed. He sleeps uncomfortably through the rest of the day.
It begins like so:
Shang Qinghua opens his eyes at the diner table… again? He looks around.
The diner is still relatively busy for the post-breakfast crowd. Some of the few patrons look perky enough for it to still be before noon, and the staff still looks tired and already resigned for the fast-approaching lunch hour. Shang Qinghua's laptop is still open on his draft of the final author’s note on Proud Immortal Demon Way, his coffee still looks too black and too bitter, and—after taking a sip—still tastes that way, too.
Is double déjà vu possible? He's definitely experiencing it right this moment, so it must be a thing. Sometimes, real life is stranger than fiction, that's for sure.
“Your low-fat, no-sugar, no-nuts, no-berries, dairy-free porridge,” a waitress announces at the table nearby. The young man sitting there acknowledges her with a hum without looking away from his phone.
Shang Qinghua waits to check if his phone will ping this time, too, but it stays silent.
He breathes a sigh of relief. Damn, he almost thought it was a time loop sort of situation!
He snorts at himself, shakes his head (no more Internet for him for a while!), and with a heaviness in his heart—and lightness, at the same time—he posts his final chapter, logs off, and closes his laptop.
The stranger’s phone pings with a notification. Shang Qinghua freezes on the spot.
Heart beating faster in his chest, he throws the tip money onto the table, grabs his laptop and bag, and flees from the diner.
He doesn’t go home. No, no, no, this is not a time loop! If it were, he would go home right now, but look! He’s not going home. He's not trapped and he has free will, he can go to—oh, I don’t know, the arcade looks fun!
Only he doesn’t have money to spend there and the staff will ask him to leave if he’s just hanging out.
So, the shopping mall, maybe?
Again, no money!
The park. The park! As long as it’s anywhere but home, things should be okay and non-time loopy at all.
The park is pretty much abandoned at this time of the day, what with it being school and work hours. Shang Qinghua would know; he graduated university just last year—(wait. No. It's been two, three years by this point, hasn’t it?)—with a literary degree that earned him nothing and only swallowed the money he didn’t have in the first place.
The job market is a cutthroat place, anyway. He’s never had any illusions that he would find a well-paying job within that short of a timeframe after graduation. Besides, so far, he only has a Bachelor diploma, and everybody and their mother knows that nowadays Bachelor holds next-to-no distinction whatsoever. So what that he’s graduated? Countless other Chinese kids have. So what that he has creative ideas and is ready to work in whatever position imaginable? Countless others do! The sweet nepotism position which was supposed to be his is all but non-existent now, what with his father conveniently forgetting that his first failed marriage actually brought him a son.
…Anyway. It’s a perfect place to be at this time of the day! There are no beds in sight, just benches, so Shang Qinghua sits down on one and doesn’t panic.
He’s not in a time loop. Hahaha. Just because some things are similar to his dream (within a dream within a dream…?), it doesn’t mean anything. Dreams can be wild, and he has been very stressed recently!
Stress dreams, that’s it. What he needs to do is have a good night's sleep! Probably drop the caffeine. And probably meditate before bedtime. And not think about the Proud Immortal Demon Way readers being absolutely pissed at him, and his only source of income being jeopardized because he can’t stand himself writing mindless filth anymore.
Sue him! He’s never intended Proud Immortal Demon Way to get so big, okay! It’s a social commentary on the unrealistic expectations of masculinity and its effects on men’s mental health, and he started it as a joke besides! It was just supposed to open some eyes, provoke conversations, maybe pay for his food, maybe his living expenses if people took a liking to it! Instead, it got him through the final year of uni when he was convinced he would have to drop out, and has paid the god-awful rent for his god-awful apartment ever since then.
…So, in the end, it has never been that mindless, has it now! He mindfully observes what makes people's brains tick, mindfully calculates what will open their bank accounts, and mindfully writes what they want to read! He's an entrepreneur, a businessman! He's basically Shakespeare!
…
He needs to let go. As convenient as Proud Immortal Demon Way is, Shang Qinghua really doesn’t feel that good writing it anymore. People who love it, love it for all the wrong reasons. People who hate it only hit the nail on his coffin on why he has to stop.
Yes, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky knows that specific work sucks! That has always been the point! It’s supposed to be a trash novel! You don’t point at an obvious mess and say ‘this is a mess’ unless you’re his mother, so honestly, everybody could spare their judgments.
…Even though the judgmental readers have always been the ones he likes the most.
He really doesn’t want to read their comments under the final update. It can’t even count for a chapter: it’s just two sentences. The author’s endnote is longer than that.
But it had to be done. It had to, even if he knows what he’ll find in the comment section. ‘Wasting his potential’—hell, he knows! He knows that, Peerless Cucumber, thank you very much, now go choke on a—
An ambulance siren pulls him out of his definitely-not-panicked state. He was just lost in thoughts, that’s all, it happens to the best of us! A cold shiver runs down his spine as the shrill noise zooms past his hearing range. It turns off relatively nearby.
Man, is somebody dying? A heart attack, maybe. It's so early in the day, too, poor guy. Or girl. Do girls get heart attacks the way guys do? Probably. He should look it up, it’d probably make for a good plot for a new wife for Bingge to—
—ah, no, wait. No more Proud Immortal Demon Way. No more Luo Binghe. That’s gonna take some time getting used to, doesn’t it?
Shang Qinghua lets out a heavy sigh, turns it into a growl, and stands up. He’s made his point: he’s stayed in the park long enough and nothing‘s happened! He can go home now and not go to sleep immediately—just to make sure he does things differently than in his dream.
As he waits for the pedestrian lights outside the park to turn green, the same ambulance sounds its alarm and zooms past him. The speed of it smacks his hair into his eyes.
At home, he downs a strong cup of coffee, even more bitter than the one at the diner, and does not go to sleep. Depression naps can wait! He has the entire afternoon ahead of him, he can find something to do! There's a new donghua everybody has been talking about, or, if he wants something international, he can always reach for that one ice-skating anime from several years ago. He’s never really got around to watching it, has he? Last he checked, there was a movie coming out, or something.
He boots his laptop up, connects it to the charger, and waits.
The screen loads up on the posted final PIDW chapter. The two sentences of the ending and three entire paragraphs of the endnote stare back at him. The comment count is already at 3333, and he's actively blocking the view stat from his mind.
Ctrl + W and it's not a problem anymore.
On the screen, in the opening scene of the anime, the main character is having a full-blown panic attack.
Shang Qinghua’s face black-lines and he shuts the episode off.
…Maybe taking a nap now wouldn't be that bad, actually? He’s already spent his day differently by staying up so much longer. He deserves a break!
Yes. Yes, he's already proven this is not a time loop. It's going to be fine.
It is not fine, he thinks the moment he opens his eyes and sees the unposted draft of the final chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way staring mockingly back at him.
Fuck!!!
This is not a time loop. This is not a time loop. This is not a time loop!
He closes his eyes. Nope! He's not seeing anything!
“Your low-fat, no-sugar, no-nuts, no-berries, dairy-free porridge.”
“Mhm.”
Shang Qinghua wants to cry.
More changes, he decides. He doesn't touch the coffee. Doesn't look around as he shuts his laptop without posting the final update. Doesn't leave a tip. Doesn't pass “GO”, doesn't collect ¥200, goes directly out the door without turning back.
So, the park didn't work. He withdraws a couple of bills from his account he kept saved away for his upcoming rent and spends it all on arcade games. Ambulance sirens mix in with game sounds well enough that he almost doesn't notice them.
Almost.
He blinks open and blanks at the sight of the unposted draft of his final update.
So it wasn't the update, huh? He considered that for a moment, back at the arcade, between slaying pixelated aliens. If anything, it seems the repeat started even faster without him posting.
Not that it’s a time loop. But the terminology can very well be the same. Hey, language evolves! Words are used in new contexts all the time! For all intents and purposes, this might still be just a very weird, layered dream.
Shang Qinghua looks at the final chapter of his work and deflates.
“I can't even quit you in peace, can I?”
“Your low-fat, no-sugar, no-nuts, no-berries, dairy-free porridge.”
“Mhm.”
Shang Qinghua sighs.
He opens the editor of the chapter, erases the two lines, and instead writes:
Something has come up, sorry. Next chapter postponed till next week.
Clicks 'Post'.
The phone in the stranger’s hand pings.
This time, Shang Qinghua doesn't leave. Thinking about it, he’s never truly relaxed after posting, has he? That final chapter was supposed to be a load off, but it just caused the never-ending trouble. Now that it’s pushed back in time, he can sit back and enjoy his too-bitter coffee in peace.
…The coffee doesn't have to be so bitter, actually. He reaches for the sugar packets available in the napkin holder and drops the contents of two of them into his drink.
Creamer, too! If he has to be trapped in this time loo—no, dream—then he might as well not hate his drink. The sugar and cheap creamer are free, anyway, and, if he’s right, the money he spent in each of his previous dreams should be back in his bank account.
He checks and breathes in relief. Not a dent! Even the amount spent at the arcade is back, and he did go wild with that one.
The stranger at the other table starts muttering to himself and furiously typing at his phone; the diner is quiet enough Shang Qinghua can vaguely hear him even from his own seat.
If the ping isn’t a coincidence, then is he a reader? Wow, real people in real life are actually subscribed to Proud Immortal Demon Way, huh? The ‘ping me!’ option is only available to VIP readers, too.
Shang Qinghua watches as the guy types and types and types, and wonders. The guy sure doesn't fit the image of a PIDW fan in his mind. The gender fits, but he looks too Rich, even if Neglected (he just has a ‘rich’ face, okay!), and Holier Than Thou than he expects his readers to be. Shang Qinghua knows he’s written filth! It's what’s been paying his bills, okay! If the dude is paying for the chapters then he must know what he's got into! No need to judge, bro, you would only be judging yourself.
…Unless he's a closeted pervert; closeted perverts dipping their toes in his filth are always welcome. Make yourself at home!
The guy is still typing, so furiously his face has turned red with rage.
Wow, sorry for postponing the chapter, dude. Airplane promises it'll be posted when he actually writes something substantial! He can't post the ending he wanted to avoid all this time/dream issue! And, from what he remembers—if he's correct—then weren't you enraged by the ending, too? Seriously, there's no way to please readers these days…
The guy’s face really is getting redder… and tighter… and—swollen? His muttering is more distorted now through his suddenly much smaller mouth.
And he doesn't stop typing.
Shang Qinghua stares, blinks hard, and stares again.
The guy's fingers slow down until he forcefully jabs at his phone screen.
…Well. Don't judge him that much.
Shang Qinghua opens his laptop back up and clicks on the comments, then scrolls through hundreds of individual short comments of confused emojis, keysmashes, and question marks to find the essay the stranger has just left him.
Oh, he finds it.
Stranger no longer.
At the top of the body of words, very much longer than his chapter—not that it's difficult to achieve that, considering—is the guy's pseudonym.
Peerless Cucumber.
…
No way.
No way!!!
An indescribable emotion fills Shang Qinghua's chest, both excitement and frustration, and who knows what else. The guy! The legend! His worst nightmare and the best thing that's happened to his writing! His nemesis and motivation, all in one!
“—call an ambulance!”
Eh?
When he lowers the lid of his laptop, several things become clear.
The guy’s—Peerless Cucumber’s—face is swollen beyond recognition. The neck of his hoodie painfully digs into his skin, his fingers are too thick and stiff to hold his phone, which clatters onto the table, and he's doing something that can't reasonably be called breathing. Wheezing, maybe—if that, even.
A waitress calls an ambulance. Another is trying to make Peerless Cucumber lie down. The staff hurriedly ushers the gawking patrons out of the diner. Shang Qinghua clutches his laptop to his chest as he's outright pushed out the door.
He loiters nearby, still in shock, until the ambulance siren sounds in the distance and gets louder and louder.
The ambulance pulls up. Paramedics run out and into the diner. Minutes pass, then something vaguely person-shaped is carried out on stretches and rushed into the ambulance. The sirens wail back to life. Red-and-blue lights blind him. The vehicle drives off with a screech of tires.
Shang Qinghua stares at nothing in particular.
Fuck. Has he just—given Peerless Cucumber a heart attack…?
The diner door is pushed open again, the waitress looks as shaken as he himself feels. From the inside, he hears disgruntled voices of the other staff members.
Somebody says, “I hope it doesn’t make the news.”
He turns on his heel and leaves.
Goes home.
Can’t sleep.
He blinks.
He’s back at the diner. In front of him sits his laptop with the last chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way ready to be posted. Above the screen, at a nearby table, sits a stranger.
—not a stranger. Peerless Cucumber.
Shang Qinghua’s struck by the chilling thought that Peerless Cucumber has just died.
But no—he’s right there, alive, staring at his phone. Like he’s waiting.
Shang Qinghua doesn’t want him to wait.
He suddenly wishes he'd never posted his work online.
The waitress brings over the blandest meal the diner has to offer and announces it in the same voice that has just worried about the diner's media presence. Peerless Cucumber accepts it with barely a hum, without even looking at her, as if he knows. But no, he can't know—he has reacted the same way every single time.
His phone doesn't ping and Shang Qinghua knows perfectly well it won't until he clicks ‘Post’.
If he posts the chapter, Peerless Cucumber will die of rage.
If he doesn't, Peerless Cucumber will die of rage.
If he postpones, Peerless Cucumber will die of rage.
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Just chill out, bro! Has nobody ever told you this much anger is bad for you? Shang Qinghua can't be responsible for your death! Who told you to get so invested, ah! Not him!
There really is no good ending here. Shang Qinghua has heard the ambulance sirens nearly every time the events of this day repeated and he knows, instinctively, that it’s Cucumber-bro every time. But what can he do? He's just a guy trying to end his online writing career in peace. There have been stories about fans refusing to let their idols step out of the spotlight, but this is really… too much!
Peerless Cucumber is tapping impatiently on his bowl; it's full three minutes past Shang Qinghua’s update schedule.
Damn. Okay. That's not a good sign, his anger levels are rising already. Shang Qinghua hasn't felt this responsible for the emotional state of another person since he moved out of his mother's house!
Okay. Think, think, think. Posting this chapter didn't work, as did posting nothing or postponing.
Maybe posting something more substantial…?
By the time he gathers his thoughts and clicks ‘Edit Work’, the waitress approaches Peerless Cucumber’s table.
“Are you alright, sir?”
Shang Qinghua looks up.
Cucumber-bro looks angry again. Angry enough his breathing comes out in wheezes.
The waitress yells about an ambulance. Cucumber-bro stares at his phone in frustration, fingers tapping and tapping.
What now? He hasn't even written a full sentence yet! That can't have angered him that much?
Waiting just ten minutes past the normal posting schedule is not that bad, either, come on! Learn some patience…
…Well. A heart attack does not know patience and soon Shang Qinghua is pushed out the diner’s door once again. He spends the little time he has before the next repeat brainstorming the continuation of PIDW.
He blinks and opens his eyes back in the diner. Grabs the laptop in front of him. Clicks ‘Edit Work’ and starts hammering at the keys like his life depends on it.
Well, not his life. Peerless Cucumber’s.
And maybe his, a little bit. He's getting really tired of repeating the same morning over and over again.
If he knew he would get stuck in a moment of his day, he would have chosen a better place! This diner has really shit coffee; it’s never worked on him, but at least it’s cheap.
The laptop is old, with a keyboard that hasn't been properly cleaned in… ever. The keys are loud.
Somebody's eyes bore holes in his forehead.
Don't judge him! He’s doing it for everybody involved!
A bland order is delivered.
“Thanks.”
Shang Qinghua’s fingers freeze and he stares at Peerless Cucumber above the screen.
The waitress nods and leaves, and Cucumber-bro goes back to staring at his phone as if he hasn't just talked!
If this has changed, then maybe…?
Slowly, his fingers stutter back over the keyboard and he types, and hammers, and writes more of Luo Binghe just for Cucumber-bro not to die. And when he gets to an okay stopping point, even though it's by far the shortest chapter of his life, he clicks ‘Post’ without a second of hesitation.
Peerless Cucumber’s phone pings.
Well, that’s maybe 10 minutes past the planned update, but Cucumber-bro not dying out of enraged impatience is a success!
Shang Qinghua watches with a bated breath as the guy taps on his phone. Waits for the app to load. Taps on the new chapter.
Starts reading.
And… uh.
He reads scarily fast, doesn't he…
Shang Qinghua remembers all the pages-long comments posted within minutes of new updates.
Maybe a spur-of-the-moment chapter pulled out of his ass isn't long enough to prolong—
“What.”
—he couldn't have already finished it?! That was 2k words at least!
“The fuck.
“Is this.”
He's not even using question marks this time, or speaking in the same paragraph…
Shang Qinghua gulps as he watches Peerless Cucumber swallow through the spoonful of his porridge and touch his phone screen with a shaking finger.
Damn. He really looks pissed.
Shang Qinghua dares a look at the chapter he's just released. Strangely, the comment section is void even of the “first!!!” crowd.
Peerless Cucumber is typing. His face is growing red. It swells with barely held-in anger.
In the top right corner of his screen, a new notification pops up.
As Cucumber-bro takes a moment to breathe through whatever crisis he's experiencing, Shang Qinghua clicks on the notification. It leads him straight into the comment section. There's only one, from yours truly.
You lazy ass, it says. It's the most illegible thing in the world and I'm not even talking about the plot.
Harsh!
Another comment.
It’s always been obvious you have no standards, but that’s a new low even for you.
And another.
You didn’t even fix typos before posting!
Wow, he's never spam-commented before.
Shang Qinghua looks at the chapter he's just posted, for the first time.
It's, uh… Cucumber-bro might not be… wrong…?
But it's not like he had time to do anything better? You don't write 2k words in 15 minutes without any sacrifices!
“Are you alright, sir?”
Oh no.
Shang Qinghua blinks at the unposted last chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way and salutes in his heart to the 2k words he's just lost—or never written—or whatever. Those have never existed now. Well, they did not work at tiding Peerless Cucumber over, anyway, so it’s not that big of a loss.
He's not writing like a madman for the guy ever again, though. No gratitude whatsoever, only criticism! No “thank you for trying to save my life, bro”, no “that was an impressive writing speed!”, nor “how are you doing mentally after seeing me die again and again?”. No care at all. Not that Shang Qinghua isn't used to that already, don't actually mind him.
Still, it would be nice to just…
…Talk.
Huh.
Cucumber-bro’s blandest meal arrives. Shang Qinghua gets up. Walks over. Clears his throat.
Cucumber-bro looks at him, a spoon in his mouth.
Okay, maybe just looming over somebody as they eat isn’t the most socially adept thing to do. He came over to say something! He can do that.
“Hi.”
He receives a look as bland as the porridge Cucumber-bro’s swallowing. “Do I know you?”
He talks! Shang Qinghua has never thought hearing somebody talk to him in such a “then perish!” tone would bring tears to his eyes, but there it is! And they’re tears of gratitude, too!
He opens his mouth and promptly remembers that talking to people usually requires the forethinking of conversation topics. He's quite literally drawing a blank.
He stares at Peerless Cucumber and Peerless Cucumber stares back at him. In silence. Why has he approached him, again…?
“You need to chill or you'll die,” he blurts, very helpfully.
Cucumber-bro’s face becomes even scarier than the first time Shang Qinghua watched him write his comment in real time. “Excuse me?”
A chance to back down! Sucks that his mouth has a mind of its own!
“You'll die,” he says, enunciating each word, “unless you calm down. Stop raging so much, it's totally unhealthy—”
“Is that a threat.” Peerless Cucumber’s dropping the question marks again. From the previous rounds, it's not really a good sign.
“Not a threat! Just trying to help, bro!”
Is he allowed to talk about the time loop? This is not a transmigration type of thing where he has a system dealing out punishments, right? It would have made itself known by now…
Okay. He's got nothing to lose.
He drops to the seat in front of Cucumber-bro and ignores the stinky look he receives as a result.
“Look. You know time loops, right? You must, you've read my work, after all. That part where Luo Binghe goes through the same day one hundred times to learn all there is to please the Western Princess so when the time comes he woos her the very first time she meets him and they get married the very next day?” Peerless Cucumber’s staring at him, blankly. His eye might be twitching. “That's what's happening here. You don't know, but this day has happened like five times already and you rage yourself dead every single time, bro, that's not healthy for you.”
“Your work,” Cucumber-bro repeats, and Shang Qinghua starts to doubt the guy’s sanity. That's what he's taking away from this? “You write Proud Immortal—”
—and then he stops himself mid-sentence. For some reason. As if he’s realised he has as good as confirmed that he knows what Airplane is talking about.
Shang Qinghua grins. “Yeah! And you’re a connoisseur of fine arts, I see!”
Cucumber-bro presses his lips into a thin line and mumbles, “...I don't know what you mean.”
Tsundere! He’s definitely a tsundere!
“Aw, there's no need to be shy! Many people read Proud Immortal Demon Way.” Shang Qinghua crosses his arms on the table and leans closer. “Besides, I know you're Peerless Cucumber, there's no need to be ashamed. I mean! You tear me a new one under every single chapter. No wonder you croaked that way, too.”
Peerless Cucumber continues glowering at him. “You're insane.”
“Takes one to know one. And it's nice to meet you, too.” He sighs and leans back in his seat. It… really is working out quite well, isn’t it? Better than he imagined! Who would have thought all it’d take to make himself feel better was just getting up and talking to people! ‘Be the change you want to see in the world’ and all that! “Never expected to meet a fan out in the wild.”
Cucumber-bro is rapidly growing red. “I am not your fan.”
Shang Qinghua raises his hands in surrender. “Sure, sure! Definitely not a fan!” He watches with worry as Cucumber-bro’s face changes colours. “Calm down, breathe. I wasn't kidding when I said you raged yourself to death.”
Maybe saying that isn't the smartest thing, actually. Peerless Cucumber looks startled, like he's considering believing him. His face looks like it's swelling already.
“Water!” Shang Qinghua calls, and, in panic, grabs his coffee from his own table. That's the only drink he ordered, okay? “Drink!”
“I can't have dairy—” Peerless Cucumber starts to say, but Shang Qinghua is already pressing the mug to his very thin and unnaturally stretched lips. He watches as he is forced to swallow the remaining gulps of coffee and withdraws. “Idiot! You want to kill me?!”
Quite the opposite, quite the opposite! He spent money on that coffee, bro, better appreciate it!
But Cucumber-bro’s redness and swelling don't go down. He continues to rattle at Shang Qinghua until a waitress approaches and asks them to calm down. And that's when Peerless Cucumber stops breathing completely. He just glares at the cup Shang Qinghua fed him coffee out of, mouths at him something that could be ‘you've killed me’, then drops right across the table.
The ambulance doesn't make it in time. One second, Shang Qinghua closes his eyes on Cucumber-bro’s unrecognisably quiet, frozen, swollen face and, in the next, opens them to Cucumber-bro sitting at a nearby table, staring at his phone. Waiting.
The final chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way is ready to be posted.
Shang Qinghua lets out a shaky sigh. Runs his hand down his face. Takes a gulp of his coffee.
He gets up and tries again.
And again.
And again.
He tries everything. Everything! He tells Peerless Cucumber the whole truth at least three more times. One time, the ambulance is called for him, with how “confused” he is. You try being responsible for somebody else's life and fail to save them no matter what you do! It leaves a mark, okay!
That specific time, he strips down to his underwear and claims to know the future. He has a good reason, okay, and it totally makes sense in the moment!
“Would a deranged person do this?” he asks and, as Cucumber-bro stares at him as if he is the ridiculous one and yells out a ‘Yes!’, the diner staff calls the ambulance.
So maybe they have a point at that time. Admittedly, Shang Qinghua might have been going a little bit insane by that point, after watching Cucumber-bro puke his guts out and choke on it to death before the time looped again.
He's tried approaching Cucumber-bro. Talking to him. Explaining. Manipulating. Writing a different Proud Immortal Demon Way chapter; posting it several paragraphs at a time as he writes it. Then posting just a personal note to Peerless Cucumber himself.
He has watched him dying as he fumes with frustration, grits teeth with anger, or chokes on his food.
One time, he outright begs him not to die. He’s exhausted and resigned by that point. Cucumber-bro just looks at him like he's grown three heads. Startled. Suspicious. Vulnerable.
“How do you…?”
Despite the mistrust, Shang Qinghua likes that version of him the most.
He dies that time, too.
It doesn't work. It never works. Cucumber-bro rages himself out of breath again and again and again and again. There really is no point here! Shang Qinghua is not his protagonist, he doesn't have a golden halo nor a wisdom stat of +100, nor access to blood parasites able to control and regulate and heal. He's not a Heavenly Demon lord, he's not a medic, he's not a scholar—he just writes about them. Hell, he doesn't even remember how to administer first aid!
What is with this time loop? Why is Peerless Cucumber so important the universe can't carry on without him? People die everyday, what's so special about him? If anything, he already looks like he's going to hit it sooner than later. Shang Qinghua’s on a self-prescribed Sad, Single, and Unemployed diet and even he doesn't look that bad. If all the food Cucumber-bro ever eats is as bland as the porridge he’s ordered before the start of the loop, then it's no wonder he's so thin. No wonder he’s so salty online, too; gotta substitute somehow.
He doesn’t even notice that the time has looped again and he’s got up from his table until he’s colliding with somebody.
The waitress yelps.
A bowl she’s just carried on a tray falls to the floor and shatters into pieces.
The blandest porridge splatters around on the impact.
Peerless Cucumber’s attention is off his phone and on the shattered bowl.
“My food…”
For a moment, everybody is quiet. Then, the waitress huffs a sigh.
“I’ll bring you a new bowl right away, sir,” she says as she fishes out a rag out of her apron and starts scooping the mess onto her tray. “Please, be careful where you step.”
That last line is pointed at Shang Qinghua. He laughs nervously and—carefully, really carefully—steps closer to Peerless Cucumber’s table and sits down. Cucumber-bro frowns at him.
Shang Qinghua braces himself for another death session preceded by biting words.
And he's not disappointed! As the waitress returns and finishes the clean-up of the mess, Peerless Cucumber spits insults about his work at him, rants about plot holes and continuity errors, about one-dimensional characters and the potential, the potential! His face remains pale and normal-shaped but for a healthy flush on the rims of his ears.
Things seem to be… going well? Cucumber-bro is not choking on his anger, and when the staff asks him to be quieter, please, he calms enough to just glare at him and tell him to piss off if he's not serious about writing the novel properly.
Shang Qinghua breathes in relief. That sounds like a permission!
“Okay,” he agrees, “I'll stop writing it right away. I was meaning to drop it, anyway!”
Cucumber-bro’s eye twitches.
Uh-oh.
When the waitress from earlier approaches their table a full scathing tirade later, she sets a packed to-go container in front of them.
“I'll have to ask you both to leave,” she demands. “You're disturbing the other patrons.”
Shang Qinghua looks around and, surely enough, the heads of the three other patrons blur with how fast they look away, pretending they were not paying attention.
Cucumber-bro grumbles as he pulls his jacket on and grabs his things. Shang Qinghua hurries to his table and haphazardly pushes his laptop into his bag.
Surprisingly, when he runs out the door to follow after Cucumber-bro, the guy is waiting for him outside, tapping his foot like a wife waiting for her workaholic husband who’s late to their anniversary dinner.
He hasn't stayed back for the company, however. He glares at Shang Qinghua and says just one sentence.
“Don't you dare stop writing.”
And then he turns on his heel and leaves.
Shang Qinghua could cry.
Peerless Cucumber has lived!
He should celebrate. People usually go out to celebrate, don't they? Yeah! Prime going out time!
Half an hour later, he's freshly showered and on his way out, with his hand on the handle of his apartment entrance door, when he realises—
He doesn't quite know what exactly people do when they “go out”.
Fortunately for him, he doesn't need to figure it out, because between one blink and the next one, he's back in the diner, his laptop open in front of him, Cucumber-bro staring at his phone at the next table over.
A waitress brings over the blandest meal ever.
Shang Qinghua does cry, then.
And then squawks when the glass entrance door swings open and shatters on impact against the wall.
In the entryway to the diner, against the backdrop of the hectic city landscape of rushing cars and gawking, hurrying pedestrians, there stands an extraordinarily tall man clad in well-fitting red-and-black high-quality xianxia robes, a black menacing sword billowed in black flames and ashen smoke held in his hand.
On his forehead, there gleams a blood-red heavenly demon zuiyin.
Looking at him, Shang Qinghua hears the screams and wailing of countless tortured souls punished out of revenge, even though everybody in the diner is frozen in silent shock. You could hear a pin drop!
Luo Binghe struts in like he owns the place despite it very much not being part of his own dimension; it's not like anybody would ever dare free him of that conviction, anyway. He walks past Shang Qinghua's table, throws him a glance—and an honest to god nod, he swears, unless he really blinked and dreamed up the entire interaction—and approaches the waitress who stares at him in half awe and half trepidation.
He raises one hand, gives her a charming smile that doesn't meet his eyes (so scary!) and, in a single move, blasts the bowl she's holding into shards.
…Well, at least it wasn't Shang Qinghua who made the mess this time!
“My food,” Cucumber-bro mumbles in a barely heard objection, and that makes Luo Binghe's face darken. He squares his back even more, truly intimidating, opens his mouth, and in a tone that will forever haunt Shang Qinghua in his nightmares says:
“He asked for no nuts.”
And then Shang Qinghua watches with his own two teary and tired eyes how Luo Binghe pulls out a neatly wrapped bowl and turns to Peerless Cucumber.
The same Peerless Cucumber who has flamed under every single chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way as the unofficial president of the unofficial Binghe Protection Squad, who is staring at the very same Luo Binghe as if it's the last thing he's going to see in his damn life.
Knowing what he knows, Shang Qinghua can't really blame him for it.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe addresses Cucumber-bro (!?) and, using both hands, reverently sets the bowl on the table in front of him. “This disciple has brought you your midday meal. Pray Shizun forgives his tardiness; he's encountered an unexpected obstacle on the way.”
What, thinks Shang Qinghua.
“...What?” echoes Cucumber-bro.
“W—what,” stammers the waitress. “Wait, y—you can’t bring your own food—”
Luo Binghe shoots her a dark look; her mouth immediately slams shut and she scutters back into the kitchens.
Shang Qinghua curses inwardly and collects his things. When he makes his way to Peerless Cucumber’s table, Luo Binghe is already sitting in a chair across from him, and looking at him as if it’s Peerless Cucumber who is miraculously defying the rules of the universe and breaking the wall between reality and fiction.
“Uh—excuse me, sorry, pardon—” The glare Luo Binghe shoots him isn’t nearly as scary as the one he sent the waitress earlier, so Shang Qinghua pushes on. “The staff will probably call the police, so we’d better go.”
Peerless Cucumber looks up at him as if it’s Shang Qinghua whose approach is out of the realm of real-world possibilities. “Who are you?”
And isn't that the question of the hour?
Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky.
A god, apparently.
Somebody who’s watched you die over fifty times.
Your friend, and the guy you hate, and the person who’s lived to keep you alive.
He answers instead, “I don’t even know anymore.”
Cucumber-bro stares at him like he’s just told him Proud Immortal Demon Way is based on a true story. At this point, Shang Qinghua isn't sure the main idea didn't come to him in a prophetic dream.
“Shang-shishu,” Luo Binghe says. All attention is immediately on him. “You’ve done well assisting Shizun. Your efforts have been noted and will be duly rewarded.”
Huh?
…Wait.
“Who do you think this guy is?” Shang Qinghua asks, pointing his thumb at Peerless Cucumber.
Luo Binghe’s eyes narrow into dangerous slits. “Just as this lord will reward Shang Qinghua’s assistance, he will punish any disrespect shown to Shen Qingqiu.”
Shang Qinghua laughs nervously.
Luo Binghe turns back to Cucumber-bro. “Shizun should eat,” he says in a tone much warmer, with eyes so much kinder—Shang Qinghua is getting a whiplash. “He needn’t worry; no meal from this Binghe will ever harm him.”
Cucumber-bro puts his phone down and reaches for the spoon Luo Binghe’s holding out to him.
Well, Shang Qinghua has tried, but he’s not staying here to wait for the police to arrive! He's heard enough sirens to traumatise him for a lifetime!
“Don’t die again?” he asks Cucumber-bro who only gives him a blank, confused stare.
Luo Binghe answers in his stead. “He won’t.”
And that’s really as good as he’s going to get, isn’t it?
With one final nod, Shang Qinghua adjusts the shoulder strap of his laptop bag and makes his way to the exit. Behind him, Peerless Cucumber and Luo Binghe talk.
“That’s really good!”
“I knew Shizun would like it. Eat more.”
“Are you a cosplayer?”
“I don’t know what that is. I’m Luo Binghe.”
“Really into it, are you? Either way, you look so cool. Where did you get this costume? Such good quality.”
“Thanking Shizun. These robes, I’ve had them—”
The rest of their conversation is left behind the remains of the diner door.
Shang Qinghua doesn’t go home right away. He spends an hour in the park, then another at the arcade, then walks by the diner and peeks in through the window.
Cucumber-bro and Luo Binghe are gone.
There have been no ambulance sirens.
Hours pass. The sun sets and the night blankets the city like a beast creeping closer and closer to its prey. Shang Qinghua stares out the window of his crappy apartment as he stands in complete darkness for the first time in around two months.
He lies down on his uncomfortable bed. Turns and twists for hours before sleep finally overtakes him.
And when he opens his eyes, it’s to the paint peeling off his greying ceiling, and to the weak rays of sunshine filtering through the blinds, and to the buzzing of a fly fighting a losing fight against the window.
His eyes sting.
It’s finally over.
He stays in bed into the late afternoon. Just in case.
It’s only when the day has turned into the evening again that he dares a step from out of his blanket and he almost trips on his laptop, haphazardly abandoned in the middle of the room.
He plugs it in to charge and turns it on. Types in his password. Listens to the worryingly heavy hum of the built-in fans.
—and is immediately jumpscared by the unposted draft of the final words of PIDW lighting up on the screen. He almost slams the laptop lid shut.
Almost. His hand is already grabbing at the screen when a pulsing red dot in the top right corner catches his attention.
A new notification.
He clicks on it and stares.
New direct message from: @Peerless Cucumber
16h ago Who the fuck are you and where the hell is the new chapter?
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GIVE HIM A BREAK!!!
#svsss#svsss fic#cumplane#time loop#my writing#m#i suggest you read the tags on ao3!#i'm so excited to finally post this 🥺 i had a blast writing it!#go be free my child!#there's one single instance where sy is kinda freaked out and he and airplane--who is Not Really Doing Okay--use an offensive word#to describe his state
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I'm sorry to anybody who expected me to post smth normal but. /j
these doodles are entirely based off the text of the fic Cyn's Night Out. which is a part from a series of fics that I haven't actually read but!! this particular part of it I have so jdskfjsdkf
I dub these two,,, StillKicking (get it? because,,football?? and Cyn never fucking dies????) anway here slightly more sketchy doodles under the cut:
Your Honor. I need More Of This.
#the arguement scene doesn't actually happened on “screen” (on text?) but it sounded too comical not to fill in the blanks ksdljf#I'm gonna be honest I really just adore rarepairs#I like the weird shit people come up with!!! I think fandoms need more of it#I feel like MD is the only fandom I can find a ship of this “how the fuck did you come to this conclusion”#like??? Theres not a single pairing that hasn't already been thought of. no matter how little fanworks there are of it. somebody knows it#And I love that!!! I want people to be unapologetically throwing shit at the wall and going “hell yeah!” when it sticks!!!#I love Cyn x Thad because who the fuck!!! thinks about that!!!!#but when YOU think abt it its like damn!!! thats actually really fun!!!!!#I love the rarepairs. the weird art. the highly specific AUs.#I love all the things that make people tilt their heads#because it comes from a place of love!!! and I need more of that.#I need to make more fanart for the fics i read. I love alot of em kjdshfsdf#anyway. If the author of this fic ever sees this.#Thank You for making Thad a little bit of a freak. Its my favorite bit of literally anybody whos shipped w/ Thad#like we all agree that boy aint normal. theres no way he can be the only normal member of MD#hes a freak!!!! Also this fic is wonderful and I need more CynxThad now thanks#murder drones#murder drones thad#murder drones cyn#md thad#md cyn#Thad x Cyn#Cyn x Thad#whatever combination you perfer!!!#StillKicking#which im dubbing the shipname of these two#unless you have better suggestions#also always leave my fic suggestions i love that shit.
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I’m going to see gladiator tonight and I’m horny in advance actually !!
#brICKED and rEADY for that gross lil freak#gimme hIM#don’t be shocked if you catching me writing arranged marriage or concubine fics w him#bc that’s my shit#also I missed a bunch of fics yesterday and I’m gonna read them after I go dentist#the fact that I’m doing this later is saving me from losing it over going dentist#xoxodolly
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male character gets turned into a female and it shows him the experiences his female friends go through and it teaches him to be better? incredible fic, i'd so read it.
male character gets turned into a female and everyone around him starts treating him gentler and fussing over him and he suddenly becomes super emotional? ew. what are you doing. thats a de-aging fic. not a gender-swap. being a women doesn't make you weaker or more emotional or more in need of protecting.
#thats why i hate genderbend fics because why do you make a dude a girl and suddenly hes incapable of doing anything himself#“batmom would be a better parent” SHUT UP WHY DO YOU THINK THAT? WHY DOES A VAGINA MAKE BRUCE BETTER AT PARENTING WEIRDO#obviously not every fic does this i've actually read a few really good ones but jesus they're rare#i think the only exception to this is if its an all one gendered family? like a family of dudes and one gets turned into a girl#then it makes sense for them to freak out because they dont have any?#but in the batfamily that makes no sense because CASS STEPH BABS ARE RIGHT THERE. FEMALES ARE NOT A NEW PHENOMINOM TO THEM.#dc comics#dc universe#batman comics#batfamily#batfam#genderbend#genderswap#fanfiction#fanfiction icks#how is that not a tag#reading icks#ohhh there we go
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Armand’s treatment and how it impacted his life.
(‼️ Spoilers for Wakfu Season 4 and its first four episodes ‼️)
One thing that saddened me a lot when I was watching episode 4 was how Armand revealed to Amalia that he had wished he could go on adventures with her and the brotherhood sometimes.
This surprised me at first but I soon realized that it made perfect sense.
Armand was always jealous of her but I initially thought that it was only because she had the most attention from people, even their father. But Armand is the type to keep his thoughts to himself which would explain why despite how we see him looking at Amalia with a disapproving look, we never really got to hear him express his thoughts to her. His reason for wanting to go on adventures with her is also made clear: not only does he want to explore the world because it seems like fun since his sister always felt happy because of it, but the major reason is that he wants his father to look at him just like how he looked at Amalia.
When he finally tells her all of his thoughts and what he wants, we can’t help but feel like what he wishes to have can no longer be granted. Their father died not long ago, it is now too late to do anything.
Armand could’ve spoken up during all those years Amalia went to go on adventures. He had all the time in the world because he was always beside his father at all times.
But no matter how close he was to him, Armand never had the strength to speak his thoughts just like how Amalia dared to do so. It’s ironic really, Armand had the time and the moment to tell his father everything and yet, he didn’t because he didn’t think it was in his right to speak about himself and what he wanted to try.
The years of constantly seeing how his sister was getting loved by the people, how she was being viewed and called a hero by the very same people he was working hard to protect in his own way, how their father kept praising her constantly for whatever she did, how she kept getting adoration for adventuring and risking her life to save her people, while he was instead cooped up in the kingdom learning and practicing how to become king, left him in a position where he believed Amalia always had the upper hand on anything even when he wanted to express himself.
He had learned that every time he proposed an idea or even said some of his thoughts out loud during a particular situation, he would always get shut down by either his sister or his father, sometimes even both (the time when he decided to use a barrier of vines to block Ogrest’s tears but his father told him that his attempts were just “alright” when they were actually very effective for some time, the time where he told Amalia that she can’t leave while his father is terribly sick but his father supports Amalia and encourages her to go with Yugo, the time when Armand stated that none of the rulers had come to support them but his father cuts him off by saying that the queen of Bonta at least brought Joris to them which made Armand’s words sound minuscule and not as serious as the prince intended, etc.)
Granted, sometimes he deserved it (like the time when he got slapped by Eva when he was disrespectful to Dally in the OVAs or the time he did not listen to Amalia’s warnings when she told him Nox was coming and when she tried explaining who Yugo and Adamaï were back in Season 1 but not being listened to despite having Eva to back her up) but the majority of the time, he was trying his best to please his father and barely got a good comment for it.
So it wouldn’t be far-fetched to think that Armand never spoke about what he wanted to his father because he had a strong feeling that the answer wouldn’t be a good one.
As if things couldn’t get any worse for him, when his father takes his last breath and Armand was the only one there for him, who has been by his side all this time, who has devoted his entire life to training, learn and work hard to be like his father, he had only words for Amalia.
To hear his father only speak about his youngest sister and not mention him at all, must’ve terribly broke him on the inside. Even when his father was on his deathbed, he did not address everything that Armand did for him.
And it’s sad to see this happening.
Even though his relationship with his father and sister was mostly shown in the background, it was pretty obvious that their family had some issues that no one wanted to address in the room.
I feel like, in a way, we can somehow relate to Armand.
To feel like we can’t speak our minds properly because of a sibling or a figure in our lives who has shown to be better than us, even when we do work very hard to get noticed we barely get any comments or praises of the same size as theirs, to feel like we don’t matter as much as them so we should just stop talking and let them have their spotlight at all times.
And when we finally get the chance to gain our confidence or get into a position where we don’t feel as self-conscious as we used to before, we come to find out that it’s already too late to express ourselves to the people we’ve been waiting to truly be honest to, because they’re already gone or have moved on from you.
Armand’s case is a bittersweet and albeit depressing one.
What could have been a story of adventure, even if just for one day, was never realized. What could have been an experience that could have felt like a lifetime never happened. What could have been an adventure where he finally has his fun and gains a unique brotherly sisterly duo bond in combat would never become a reality. And what could have been a special moment in his life where he gets to personally know his sister’s friends would always stay a dream.
If only he knew that even a brotherhood member, Evangelyne, has a sister, Cleophee, who had her fun in the group. And even if it was just for a few days, a few moments, Eva’s sister had cemented her place in the Brotherhood and became an official member. To think that even if he had stayed a bit in the group, he would have not just become a part of their lives, but also become a part of their brotherhood.
But despite it all, Armand kept his chin up and looked forward to the future. He did not wallow in his sadness or blame Amalia for his silence during all these years. Instead, he pulls her up and tells her to not be saddened by their father’s departure, especially in front of his tomb tree, and consoles her as they hug.
Unlike anyone else, I believe Armand was able to push his selfish thoughts away (which involved blaming his sister for everything) and instead behaved like a king, someone who, despite not gaining everything he wanted in life, kept going and faced forward for what was to come.
Even though he has not been abandoned by his family, he did feel like he might've been behind everyone else at some point in his life.
He may have not been a part of the brotherhood but he’ll always have a place in his sister’s heart after what he did for her.
And I believe that his competence and his will to protect his kingdom without leaving for adventure would make him get along greatly with a certain white dragon.
#this ‘what if’ can’t stop pulling on my heartstrings 😭😭#i never thought i’d make an armand analysis#and yet here i am#he’s so freaking relatable that it hurts#this makes me wanna read a fic where armand actually goes on an adventure with the group because of an emergency where he had to join them#i just feel like armand would join the group for a specific mission cuz i feel like if he’ll never say he wants to go out out loud#then a mission should be able to make him go out as a ‘duty’#wakfu sadida#sadida#wakfu sadidas#wakfu#sadidas#wakfu armand#wakfu amalia#wakfu amalia sheran sharm#amalia sheran sharm#ankama#krosmoz#wakfu season 4#wakfu s4#wakfu season 4 spoilers#wakfu s4 spoilers#wakfu s4 ep4 spoilers#wakfu season 4 episode 4 spoilers#wakfu s4 ep4#wakfu season 4 episode 4#wakfu analysis#wakfu analyses#wakfu armand sheran sharm
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Yeah so. You should go read @silverskye13's fic about Tanguish and Helsknight and experience my suffering. /pos
#this is my favorite fic at the moment i'm nuts for it#was working on client projects this afternoon and just hit a creative wall#so I decided to do something that's Just For My Enjoyment and not for a client#helsknight#tanguish my beloved#redstone and skulk#anyway please go read redstone and skulk it's so freaking good#Skye I changed your blurb some from what you put in your answer i hope this is okay#oh fun fact: the aesthetic for this was inspired by the 2017 cover of Megan Whalen Turner's ''The Thief''#which actually has similar vibes to this fic so if you're looking for more to read: solid 10/10 rec#redwinterarts
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