#gonna try to tag these bc i think I will have much rage to share sometimes

[ibijau]

the vibes of "darkover landfall" are so fucking rancid

I remembered I didn't much like it when I'd read it before but damn, it's really, really rancid

like. I... understand some of the decisions made in the novel. Yeah, survival calls for some pretty harsh measures, so I understand why the characters act the way the do, and decide the way they do.

but having the career driven woman who finds herself pregnant against her will be treated as irrational and selfish by everyone because she's vocal about not wanting this... and then it's told to her face she's definitely gonna love it once the baby is there, because the only reason women stopped wanting to be mothers is overpopulation.

I'm almost at the end of that first novel so I'm gonna finish it, but it makes my skin crawl.

I think that the decision of having basically only male pov doesn't help this novel. The fact that it's a prequel also doesn't help, because it's trying way, way too hard to rationalise elements that appear in the rest of the series. Like, the people of Darkover in ages to come invented nothing, it was all decided by their more technologically advanced forebears who planned it all!

And also I guess that while I'm willing to accept some high degree of misogyny from science fantasy novels about pseudo medieval telepaths, it's a lot harder to accept when everyone is from a "modern" setting (late 21st century I think?) and they still feel comfortable treating women as physically inferior to men by default, and less rational to boot

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

I've been voting for whatever voices ship you're excited about in the tags since i haven't thought about shipping the voices before, I'd love to hear you elaborate on your thoughts about them if you feel like it and have the time!

ok im gonna talk about just coldcont and stubsmit bc i feel most strongly about them sdklgjhd

The Voice of the Cold and the Voice of the Contrarian have the same outlook on the world - they're both there to see what there is to see! They're explorers, essentially just wanting to see every route they can. They both also get their kicks by tormenting The Narrator. In both of their routes, they form a somewhat uneasy alliance with The Hero over making The Narrator their mutual enemy - now picture if they had had a route together. They would've made each other so much worse. The Narrator's personal torment nexus. Picture the Voice of the Cold coming up with cutting remark after cutting remark for The Narrator and the Voice of the Contrarian laughing along and falling more and more in love.

The Voice of the Cold is aromantic to me but I think he would still be open to romantic relationships, just to try something new, especially with the other Voices as they're explicitly one of the only things he cares about. Meanwhile I think the Voice of Contrarian is alloromantic but would have trouble getting into romantic relationships due to his tendency to push against people's boundaries and try to intentionally irritate them, even when he does like them. But the Voice of the Cold wouldn't care - in fact he'd probably give back as good as he got, which I think the Voice of the Contrarian would be delighted by.

There's two ways I can see Stubborn/Smitten. The first is them bonding over their shared admiration for The Princess - they both want to spend their entire lives with her, albeit in very different ways, and they both express these sentiments regardless of which Princess they're talking to (they both fall head over heels for the final form of The Razor, which delights me to no end.) So I can see them as both dating The Princess and having a thing for each other on the side - It would be a weird little throuple but I would be so on board for it. They both wear their hearts on their sleeves, it's just that their hearts want such different things that they seem totally different - but with The Princess as a uniting force they'd get along perfectly.

On the other hand, if The Princess is out of the picture, both of them feel like their life is incomplete - who will the Voice of the Smitten love, and who can challenge the Voice of the Stubborn? I think this could lead to - if you'll allow me to be cringe for a moment - something resembling Smitten <3< Stubborn. Picture the Voice of the Stubborn constantly insulting The Princess to the Voice of the Smitten, trying to goad him over and over into a fight. Picture the Voice of the Smitten reaching his breaking point and, his strength redoubled by his rage, giving the Voice of the Stubborn the first real fight he's had in years. Picture in the middle of the fight the Voice of the Smitten grabbing the Voice of the Stubborn by his lapels and slamming him against the wall - picture the Voice of the Stubborn grinning because this is what he's been looking for all along - picture the Voice of the Smitten, heart pounding, adrenaline running through his veins, pushing his lips against the Voice of the Stubborn's, their tongues fighting for space-

sorry i got distracted what are we talking about

[blackjackkent]

15 Lines Tag Meme

Tagged by @morganaseren

Tagging: @istibaethoriel @thedarkstrategist @astreamofstars @bardic-inspo (also retagging @morganaseren and @writer86 bc I did this slightly differently than y'all did and maybe you wanna try it this way too :D )

(Want me to tag you in work-sharing memes like this in the future? Toss a like on this post over here! Would love a bigger list of folks to tag. :) )

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

I just realized that I don't actually have a WIP currently running that involves an OC, which is a bit wild. (Two WIP Jaheira longfics and a bunch of one-shot ideas I haven't started yet. XD ) So I'm going to do this as not a WIP fic quote but instead fifteen different quotes from Hector across several different existing fics that are representative of his personality. (I'm not sure which the originator of the meme intended and I know prev (Lee) did it the other way XD but I'm gonna reinterpret the instructions bc this is where my brain is taking it instead.)

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“Where your Lady looks for emptiness, mine looks for…self-reliance,” he finally says slowly. “Which is itself…not conducive to…” He trails off. “I have not ever felt this way before.” (Happy For You)

Hector hesitates. “I think perhaps I ought to ask you to forgive me,” he says quietly. “There were– and still are– many steps along this path that I have not handled as I should have. I was…very confused for quite some time, and very afraid, and perhaps my actions betrayed too much.” (Happy For You)

“It was one of the mantras of grounding I was taught from when I was a very young boy,” he says. “To…calm myself when I was upset or angry, to stop crying or raging, take control of the feelings and quiet them.” (The Center Cannot Hold)

“I love it,” he murmurs. “And I will keep it close to me going forward, you can be sure of that.” He turns the small talisman in his fingertips, watching it catch the light. “I've seen many of these,” he adds reverently. “But never one of such fine make. And old, too. Some monk carried this through hell before it made its way to you. I suppose I will add to that tradition...” (The Mystery of the Night)

“I don’t think I can go back,” he finally says quietly. “Not after all of this. I’ve… changed too much.” (Riverbed)

“I don’t know how to do what they want me to do,” he says softly. “How to… be what they think I am.” (Riverbed)

“It is only through meditation and strength of will that we master our emotions,” he says. “So I was taught.” (What Good, This Heart of Stone?)

“Discipline,” he mutters. “To control one's body is to control one's mind.” (What Good, This Heart of Stone?)

“SHUT UP!” The roar bursts from him and cracks apart into a sob. Tears flood his eyes, blurring his vision. “Gods… please… just leave me alone. I can’t… I can’t… she is dying and she is in so much pain, and I can’t help her, I can’t stop it. If you were anything less than a monster, you would grieve with me, you would want to help her… you would give a single, solitary damn… but you don’t. All you care about is your fucking worm, and it’s all falling apart… it’s all gone… it’s all gone…” The tears are coming heavier now, choking him, blinding him. “What the hell am I going to do?” he whispers. “I won’t… I won’t do it, I won’t do what you want… I won’t become an… an abomination just to save my heart… I won’t take her choice from her… but how will I bear it…? ” ("Because of What You Are" - drabble)

He swallows the lump that forms in his throat at hearing these words. “There is so much… so much more to the world than I ever imagined…” (vision of selune - drabble)

He flinches, not meeting her eyes. “I was thinking about how I’m scared because I could die. And then I thought about how perhaps there is a certain level on which that would be the simplest outcome.” (night before the brain - drabble)

“You’re perfect,” he repeats softly, and to his shame he hears his voice tremble. “I just…have no idea what I’m doing, and you surprised me.” (Prayers and Hellfire)

“You make me smile,” he goes on when the kiss finally breaks. The words come slowly, carefully - he considers himself no orator, but there is an ocean of feeling inside him waiting to be spoken of. “So many terrible things we see out here, and yet you make me laugh. You see the good in everything, even when it looks so dark to me. You've suffered so much and you're still kind, still want the best for everyone.” He pauses, then adds with fervent sincerity, “And you are so… so beautiful…” (Prayers and Hellfire)

[honouredsatoru]

JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

tags : @tojisveryown @sookyshima @megumifushi @sixeyesgojo @sirthisisa-wendys @sasso-oda @fushigurocockslut @nkogneatho @kotarousgf @noritoshiikamo

[tobi-momo]

Cuddling With Them While They Game PT 2

a/n: kasjsdhakdjs pls- when i got this req i sqealed srsly i love it ty for this :p

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff, crack???

Warnings: none :)

i made a part one with bakugou, kirishima, and todoroki!

he doesnt usually play games but when he does he tries his best and its so cute🥺

feel like he has game rage, but its like him trying to smile through the pain and act like he isnt mad💀

HE PLAYS CONSOLE KASKDJSAKD BUT NOT LIKE THE BEANBAG LIKE KIRI ITS CONSOLE WHERE HES ON THE FLOOR RIGHT UP CLOSE TO HIS TV SITTING AT THE FOOT OF HIS BED

KASSDSKHGDAK THATS SO CUTE PLS-

so imagine: you walking in his dorm room, expecting him to be studying or working on his technique, but instead you find him on the floor in front of his bed, a blanket covering his head as he presses the buttons ruthelessly while he whispers little curses at himself starting to get mad

you closing the door got his attention, so he invited you to sit next to him, so you do

at first it was a little awkward bc he wasnt sharing the blanket (you cant convince me he isnt a blanket hog you cant) and his eyes were glued to the tv screen like he forgot you were there

you started to get tired, your head drooping on his shoulder- his body goes absolutely stiff- like- midoryia.exe has stopped working youre gonna have to wait for him to windows 8 reboot

once he finally looks at you and youre like this close to falling asleep he turns your body away rq to move the blanket off his shoulder so your head can rest on his actual shoulder and the blanket is around you too

he usually doesnt have his mic on at all, and if it is he usually doesnt talk unless hes going along w a joke? iykwim?

i feel like he plays games like call of duty and halo (he loves animal crossing and sucks at among us) but he doesnt like when he sees them actually die? like the gore and stuff? idk he just gives those vibes yk? i feel like hed feel really bad kaskjdshad hed get over it tho

i cant really see him play minecraft, tho, i mean unless youre playing w him, i dont think he would play it by himself unless he was like building a fucking castle for you or sum-

but ya you start to go to his room more when he games to hang out and every. single. time. you. fall. asleep. he isnt complaining tho he loves your sleeping face :p

when you sleep on him he usually wrapss an arm around you and when he can presses little butterfly kisses on the top of your head and takes his hand to rub your arm up and down oml kdajsd pls-

he plays both computer and console i just think he plays he console a bit more?

ok this is a lil soft and maybe a bit ooc but i like if you were to come in while hes playing games you would sit down between his legs, your back to his chest while he plays

he would either rest his head on whatever is behind him or he would rest it on your shoulder (if youre more on the taller side)

and okokok i feel like if you were curious ab how the game works he would def let you play for him for a sec, he would guide yu on what the buttons do and what your tasks are yk? (again w the soft shi im sorry kasjhsdfjf *cri*)

he would keep an arm around your waist while letting you play or he would rub your thigh (maybe both kasdjshd) while he watches you play

if you get a lil frustrated he would totally tease you ab it then tell you how to do it right oml

if you get tired he would take the controller from you and let you sit back on him chest, resting on him while he games

he might turn the volume down a lil, but i also think he doesnt care that much LMFAO

i feel like he would rub your side a lil its almost tickly but hes a lil more firm than that yk?

he would keep his curses at a minimum although he doesnt have that much game rage at all bc again, he doesnt care, but ppl are stupid so he might get frustrated sometimes

once you fall asleep and hes been playing for a while he might just leave the game hes in and carry you to bed and get in with you

i dont think hes much of a cuddler at all but a little bit of contact is ok w him

but then you start to shift and scoot towards him in your sleep

until you are either completely ontop of him or your head is in the crook of his neck and hes just sitting there like 😐😤😒

but he warms up to it bc he wuvs you (read: hes fucking whipped)

ao he lazily puts an arm around you and bears it for a couple more hours

but when yall wake up he finds himself literally clinging to you KASDJHSALKDJ

he. plays. computer. end of conversation

he got the wasd game iykwim😩 (ill shut the door on my way out)

he absolutely loves it when you come to sit on his lap while he just- he loves it sm

he plays all types of games (except overwatch. you will not catch this man playing overwatch pls-)

i feel like you wouldnt run into him playing games he would always play them once youre with him in the room

he wants you to be w him while he games, he wants you to watch him or just be there

youd be laying on his bed, hust doing whatever, scrolling on your phone while you hear him set up

you love to cuddle him- i just KNOW hes amazing at it

so when you hear him clicking away and see him sit down you stand up and walk to him

he doesnt even have t look at you before he opens himself up to you to sit on his lap

you watch him play (and his hands kasjlsdh) and sometimes you ask him questions ab it- hed be happy to walk you through it and explain

if you wanna play he'll let you play, teaching you everything ab the character and shit

he is the most patient person on earth i KNOW

he doesnt get game rage

he is literally so stoic- so calm i swear

he doesnt use his mic like at all

HE LOVES PLAYING WITH YOU

teasing to the max th- its cute tho he isnt being a meanie

loves playing among us and animal crossing (he def plays)

yall usually go to your island bc he likes it more kasdslahd

and when hes the imposter? hes like fucking corpse i swear

if youre sleep he's literally a perfect pillow, plus the sound of him breathing while he rubs your back is-

momo.exe has stopped working

HE PLAYS BOTH COMPUTER AND CONSOLE EQUALLY

he uses the mic constantly and is kinda loud- but you dont hate it

he laughs a lot, and gets some game rage but its pretty controlle, he just gets butthurt sometimes :/

when you walk into his room he is getting so into it like he doesnt even notice even notice you come in

he only notices your presence when when you put your hand on his shoulder- he literally jumps

when he plays console he's on his bed, just laying there chillin so when you walk in and say hi he is sooo happy youre there w him omg

he just loves you presence

i imagine you climbing into bed w him and he continues to play his game although he loves it when you touch him (not to sound sexual at all he genuienly loves your touch)

and you up to his side- he wraps an arm around you, telling you how he missed you how mych he loves you (ksadksjhaksd)

when you fall asleep he turns the volume down and probably tones down his voice, although sometimes he jolts bc of some kind of mess up

but he manages to keep you asleep on him until he gets tired too- turning everything off and just wrapping you in arms (he'd prolly end up on your chest ngl)

on the computer when he plays you hesitate o cuddle ONLY bc od how much he moves, like you arent gonna be there comfortable for a while but eventually he calms down

he just gets nervous- his heart starts to beat rapidly and his leg bounces (same kaskh) espECIALLY when you straddle him oml he BREAKS

but he eventually calms down so its more comfy

when you fall asleep he will constantly press kisses on your head omggg

so soft kasdjhksajf pls-

i feel like he plays longer when hes on the computer so he would prlly still be on there when you wake up- looking absolutely dead insode aksjdshadl but you convince him to go to bed, bribing him with a 'i'll go too'

hes literally whipped for you :)

~.~.~.~

hope yall enjoyed a part 2-

taglist: @combat-wombatus @toosharkinternet @alpha3113 @flattykawadoorusmilkbread @zerohawks @hitosushi @katsuhera (sry my tags are being weird)

[first-only]

Despite the fact that I am getting more comfortable with being SaLS on main, I still get incredibly anxious when I get an anti message

I'm just so scared to have a callout post written about me, and you can never know who will or wont try to set you up for harassment (especially if they are an anti) It doesn't help that I'm incredibly anxious and paranoid a lot of the time

congrats on getting more comfy!! and yeah anxiety is a bitch but i believe in you! at some point you kinda get callous and desensitized to random messages lol

i dont mean to make it worse at all, and if that line of thinking doesnt work for you i apologize, but here's a few things ive picked up over the years:

it doesnt like... /really/ matter what you post. things that you or a wider audience consider "problematic" arent the only way you can get "cancelled". like i got called racist for pointing out that two phrases in different languages can be translated in the same way in english. like literally ranting in the tags about my own language ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so for people determined to look and sift for 'material' it wont really make a difference if youre posting incest fic or like.. oogling over the celebrity of the day, they just wanna pick a fight. so do what makes you happy anyway, it wont give them teeth if you dont worry about the content yourself. bc yeah it doesnt matter on the internet if you post fic or just aesthetics, they have the same 'moral' value and if you dont assign them different weights then someone else doing it shouldnt bother you either

in the.. absolute best gentlest and encouraging way to say this. you and like. all of us are just some randos on the internet. the chances of someone leading a /personalized/ harassment campaign against you, or even someone finding you that juicy of a target to have more people message you is like. /really/ low. even if you get messages from time to time, a whole ass campaign is unlikely unless you have a lot of followers/are a BNF/are the lead content creator for a rival ship to the main one (bc lets be real all this is one giant ship war at the end of the day)

callouts or "block" lists are usually mass things in my xp. like you get put among 20 other usernames and then you bond w the others over the experience and are happy that you found new likeminded mutuals. the amount of times ive followed an entire list of ~problematics ive been featured in lol. its ironically a bonding experience and with a few blocks out of the way its kinda.. positive in the best case?

and really. really. i might be like. a bit too callous but at this point. even if there is a harassment campaign. even if you get a huge callout. even if half tumblr blocks you. so what? block out the haters, lie in with the mutuals, vent to some side friends. and just. keep going. so what if a bunch of rabid antis are raging out of their skin because youre having fun and trying to tell the other antis that youre having fun. yes you are. so what. what are they gonna do, make fifty accounts? send more anons? catch even more blocks? (reminder that if you block someone on anon it catches their entire ip so they cant make more accs to harass you). like yes, take precaution not to get doxxed (no sharing of identifying info, including where you live) but thats common safety anyway, and most antis arent tech savvy enough to dox anyway. you'll be fine. even if an account gets mass reported you can always write down mutuals' urls and start over (my own mutuals have a lot of experience, the propara community is fun lol) you can still share content, have fun, be yourself. its not a deadly situation. not to be 'the internet isnt real life it doesnt matter' bc yeah it can very much be anxiety inducing and horrible, but at the same time taking a step back yourself and evaluating the situation can help a lot with emotional regulation (just like in real life! some relationships are worth stepping away from, or getting less invested into if they become toxic)

so yeah thats my general view of the problem, again brains are weird and no two work the same, but these things help me and make me feel better, so hopefully if not you personally they might soothe someone in general ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

really hoping you find your community and comfort anon. fandom is a great place with it and a barren wasteland without, but imo its worth sharing even if for that one thrill /you/ get when someone likes it or when you find some gem

[ghoulciifer]

Hi! I just saw your English exchange student headcanon and I was wondering if you could do a Irish exchange student headcanon? Like she's always messing, having a bit of the craic but one day the bakusquad accidentally eat a load of the food she was sent from her Nana and she just goes off because there's barely any Irish food in Japan and she misses it but bakuboy helps her out! Sorry if this is really specific! I think it would just be gas if that happened 🤣😂 Thank you so much!! 💕💞💗❤️

hc: the bakusquad eats irish!reader’s food from home, but Bakugou comes to the rescue.

tw: none

tags: irish!reader, bakusqaud tomfoolery, bakugou being the tsundere he is

notes: hi anon!! i’m so happy to hear that you enjoyed my british!reader headcanons. this request also required me to do some research because i honestly didn’t understand some of the terms you used AJAHSGAHAJJA again keep in mind i am VERY american so i apologize of any of this is off/inaccurate. also, this ended up being much longer than i intended so it’s not proofread :,) but i still really hope you enjoy!! i know i enjoyed writing it! thank you so much for your submission, and my inbox is still open for asks ❥

» just like i said in my british!reader hc, pretty much all of class 1-A befriended you at some point during your stay at UA, so when you decided to stay in japan it left you with some lifelong friends!

» ESPECIALLY the members of the bakusquad, literally cannot get rid of the fuckers (not that you want to, tho)

» and they absolutely love you! you’re an essential part of their group, they can’t imagine what their lives would have been like without you.

» they especially love that you still value your heritage, and they shut their mouths n’ open their ears every time you talk about it because they’re SO interested (especially bakugou but he won’t admit it ajdhsjahah)

» because you’re so in touch with your roots, you often talk about your family, your childhood, what it was like living there, etc.

» they lowkey feel bad when you get super homesick because they definitely begged you to stay after graduation, but you always reassure them you wouldn’t wanna have it any other way! they’re your home now!

» but it is especially sweet when you receive care packages from home, as much as you love it in japan you still like having a little piece of home with you

» so when your nana sends you snacks, trinkets, and all kinds of random shit she can stuff in a box? you CHERISH that shit

» every now and then you’ll share with your buddies but you NEVER show them your stash, bc you know they’re gonna be selfish especially sero n’ kaminari, stingy bastards

» they love the snacks almost more than you do, swear they’ve never tasted anything better in their lives

» even bakugou’s like “damn this shit IS good”

» but they’re yours! not theirs! it’s your own little secret taste of home that they wouldn’t be able to understand, so you keep that stash on LOCKDOWN

» but... what you didn’t account for was mina’s incredible snooping ability

» while you were on patrol one day, mina was cleaning up around your shared apartment with sero. halfway through doing her laundry she realizes she’s missing one of her favorite sweaters, which you borrowed about a week ago, so by that logic she takes advantage of your absence to go find it

» while she’s shuffling around in your closet something falls and bounces off her massive hair, landing next to her feet and as she investigates she instantly recognizes the packaging

» “SERO!! Y/N HAS MORE OF THOSE HUNKY DORY THINGS!”

» the speed in which sero reached your room rivaled iidas, istg

» “YOU MEAN THOSE GOD TIER CHIPS?”

» she frantically nods and immediately begins searching for more, finding the box you keep buried in the corner of the shelf of your closet

» their eyes are practically bulging out of their heads at the amount of snacks you’ve been hoarding; things they’ve had before, things they’ve never tried, it all looked so beautiful as their mouths instantly began to water

» the rational thing to do in this situation would be to put the box back and ask you about it later, right?

» nope

» they’re quick to call up the rest of the group and before you know it, they’re all surrounding the coffee table staring at a mountain of irish snacks

» bakugou and kirishima are surprisingly the ones trying to convince everyone to not eat them, because you probably had them stored away for a reason

» but after sero shoves a jam mallow into their mouth they’re definitely on board to chow down

» you finally come home after a long day of dealing with bs villains, feet aching, back sore, only to find your idiot friends devouring your sacred snacks

» apparently they never heard you come in because it takes a good minute before kaminari catches your fuming face staring right at him, arms crossed with your brows furrowed into a harsh V

» “so, uh... how was patrol?”

» you lost it

» “Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph could ye be any more stupid, ye feckin’ melter?”

» suddenly all eyes are on you after you begin spewing some very irish insults with very expressive hand gestures, slipping between the two dialects you were fluent in with every angry breath that left your body

» toward the end of your raging you can’t even bring yourself to look at your guilt-ridden friends anymore, so you stomp off to your room and slam the door behind you before locking it

» the silence that follows almost hurts them more than the words you threw at them, and it definitely nearly brought mina and kaminari to tears. but they knew it was because they fucked up

» bakugou eventually grumbles something under his breath before hoisting himself off the floor

» “I’ll be right back, you assholes clean that shit up.”

» about an hour and a half later, after a much needed shower and change of clothes, you finally emerge from your room to grab a quick meal

» you’re still upset, but you at least want to apologize for the not-so-nice words that came out of your mouth during your little fit, so you figure now’s as good a time as any

» so imagine your surprise when you pass through the living room to find a pile of all the snacks you were pissed about missing moments ago

» the bakusqaud is all sprawled out on your sectional in wait for you, and when they see your surprise they jump from their seats to tackle you in a group hug

» apologies are coming in left and right as you giggle between the tangled mess of limbs surrounding you

» of course you forgive them, how could you not?

» as happy as you are at the moment you couldn’t help but wonder how the hell they pulled this off

» everyone catches your confused look and simply points at bakugou, who stuffs his hands in his pockets with a harsh ‘tch’

» “There’s a market across town that sells imported snacks, Deku told me about it weeks ago.”

» you smile uncontrollably at the thought of bakugou being so considerate and being the one to take initiative to right your friends wrongs

» so of course you rush forward to smother him in a hug of his own!

» he pretends not to enjoy it, but the blush covering his cheeks says otherwise 😌

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to celebrate the end of 2020, I’ve decided to share the highlights of the writing I did this year! I’m going to share a few of my favorite snippets from 2020, and I think this could be a fun tag meme to invite friends to join in on so they can appreciate their progress and hard work too! I couldn’t have written so much if it wasn’t for the great online community supporting me and all my wonderfully talented friends!!

I’m gonna tag @freshie-writes @silverdragon-imagines-blog @st0rmy-writes @fuckit-hero-of-trains @no-themes-just-memes @timeturner-jay and anyone else who wants to join in, feel free! you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but you all wrote amazing things this year and I’m gonna appreciate you for them!!

snippets below the cut (please do this or make a new post if you wanna join, just so we don’t flood everyone’s dashboard lol!)

it’s difficult to count for certain, but across 7 google docs from April to December 2020, I wrote 324,782 words just of Legend of Zelda fanfic! it’s been a crazy fun year and I think my writing has improved a ton since I started writing fic again in April! thank you all for supporting me through the last 9 months!! <3

here’s a highlight of some of my favorite excerpts from fics I wrote this year! Smoke on the Wind and Dream With Me are two of my favorite pieces I wrote this year for angst, while Four Feet of Pure Flirtation and Lessons in Love are my favorites for crack/fluff :D the other snippets are featured bc I’m proud of how the fics turned out !

Dream With Me: June 28, 2020 Legend and Hyrule sat on the beach, a mere two feet separating them. It felt like much more. Farther than they’d ever been apart before. The other heroes stumbled onto the sand, frozen in shock as they took in the scene before them. Legend, knife drawn and hands shaking dangerously. Hyrule, knees buried in the sand and hands held over his chest, trying desperately not to reach out again. The sun was rising, pinks disappearing into vibrant gold and crushed purple and bright blue. As dawn broke, their vision wavered. Hyrule gasped, Legend blurring before him, the sand beneath him fading, the roar of the waves diminishing. Magic hour was ending. “This isn’t a dream,” Hyrule whispered, and Legend’s shoulders shook with silent sobs. “I’m real. I’m here. Legend, come with me.” Hyrule stretched out his arm, fingers splayed, eyes begging. Legend flinched back, dagger slipping from shaking fingers. He stared, disbelieving. Vertigo consumed Hyrule’s senses, his vision clouding with black dots. “Take my hand, Legend!” Hyrule cried, and Legend jumped. He sprung forward, hand grasping. Hyrule felt nothing as Legend’s hand passed through his. “Hyrule!” He blinked, and found himself in an unfamiliar field, reaching towards sunrise.

Smoke on the Wind: August 7, 2020 Wind hadn’t always had this ability, but before his second adventure, before the ghosts became tangible to his skin and visible to his eyes, he still had a sixth sense of sorts to rely on. Back then he’d called it instinct, but now he called it a curse. It never helped him do better on his adventure, never showed him the way, never allowed him to prevent someone’s demise--only forced him to bear witness to it in all its excruciatingly gory detail. Some spoke of death like a mercy, others like a boon. Wind knew death like an old friend and he despised it with all the rage contained in his tiny body. Some feared death, some prayed for its delay. Wind feared no man, god, or figment of imagination. There was no reason to fear something he couldn’t prevent, there was no reason to pray to something that would never hear or listen. Some ran from death, some hid. Wind stared death in the eye and spat in its face. He thrust a magical fucking sword through its head and banished it to a watery grave.

Four Feet of Pure Flirtation: June 26, 2020 Maybe he should have shared just a tad bit more with them, but that was a regret for future Four to deal with. And really, he hadn’t been expecting it himself, so they couldn’t exactly blame him when Dark Link materialized in their camp one morning and sent Four’s heart racing in an unfamiliar-familiar way. Four felt the heat crawl up his chest, felt his tongue loosen, felt his eyes trail over Dark’s lithe form just a bit too slow to be innocent. No one had told him Dark was attractive. Although, Vio reminded him, we are the only ones attracted to villains. We are most decidedly not! Four shot back. The denial was empty. They most decidedly were.

Hero Through the Ages: June 19, 2020 Wild sighed, chin resting on his knees. He glanced over at Sky, feeling anxiety buzz within him as a question pushed at the back of his mind. “Hey, Sky… does the sword still recognize me?” Sky froze at the unexpected question, eyes searching Wild’s carefully schooled expression. Wild felt his anxiety rise but he held his ground as the older hero tentatively reached back and unsheathed the Master Sword. He closed his eyes for a moment, and Wild tried hard not to notice the new eyes on them as he waited for Sky’s response. He knew what the answer should be, but when the other slowly opened his eyes and held the sword out for Wild, it was still conflicting to feel the familiar weight of it in his hands. Not too heavy. Not burning. Perfectly at home, as if he’d just begun his adventure and still had many years left before the Calamity struck. Wild felt a pit in his stomach as he handed the sword back, Sky’s concerned gaze not helping. “How old were you when you pulled the sword?” Sky asked quietly, and Wild stared at his hands as they trembled slightly in his lap. “Too young.”

A Shower to Remember: July 4, 2020 Enter Twilight and Wild. TWILIGHT     I can see thee up th’re.     Come hither.     I simply wish to speak with thee.

Enter Legend to Shower Crashers. LEGEND     all’s well that ends well, I believe our plan hath been a success. cheers to thee all. FOUR     didst thou not see     Wild running     for his life not     a minute past? LEGEND     that is’t his problem, not mine.

Lessons in Love: July 9, 2020 The offer though, that’s what truly made Legend pause. Show you the ropes, he’d said. He should be insulted that Ravio thought he was that hopeless, but the man wasn’t wrong. Legend was absolutely, positively hopeless, evidenced by the situation he now found himself in. Should he say no and move on? Should he accept--and then what? Maybe he should laugh it off, say he was joking, or perhaps he should come clean now and tell Ravio how he felt? But he still didn’t know if Ravio felt the same, those dark eyes betraying nothing in the fading light of sunset. So, naturally, Legend continued to panic. “What do you mean by ‘show me the ropes’?” Legend asked, quick, defensive enough to pass as insulted. Ravio snorted, tasting the hot chocolate, and Legend’s eyes were drawn to his lips once more as if under a spell. “I mean no offense, Link,” Ravio laughed, seeming not to catch the blush on Legend’s face as Ravio used his name. “I just figured you might want some pointers. Flirting, hand holding, relationship advice, y’know? You don’t have to accept the offer by any means!” Flirting? Hand holding? Legend gulped. He was already an idiot. Maybe he could play dumb for a little while longer…

Scars: June 2, 2020 “I used to try and cover myself in public--I didn’t like the way people would whisper or stare when they saw. But eventually I came to accept the scars as part of me. I remembered how I got them, and I realized I wouldn’t be the person I am today without the journey that led to me getting these scars. And I like who I am…” Wild trailed off, sifting sand through his fingers as Warriors listened. “I’ve come to love my scars, because they hold such important memories for me. Even if some of the memories aren’t so great, I wouldn’t be who I am today without them, you know? And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

Beneath the Surface: July 13, 2020 For the first few months he had lied to himself, blaming the others or the weather or Shadow or Vaati or anything rather than admitting he had a problem. But Blue did, in fact, have a problem, and fighting and yelling it out wasn’t the healthiest solution. For the others it was easy. Green had Vio, for Wind could rarely move Earth, and Red got along with everyone he was so full of love to give. But Blue wasn’t good at teamwork, he wasn’t good at strategizing, and he wasn’t good at showing affection--he was good at being angry, and that was it. He was the protector, the toughest of them all in strength and will; but when you’re always protecting others, no one protects you. Not like Blue made it easy for the others to approach him, and he didn’t blame them for giving up. They were all struggling, they all had their own issues, and while Wind was a gentle breeze and Fire a warming comfort and Earth a steady rock--Water was impossible to hold down. He was forever changing, flowing, and while it meant that he could adapt well to new situations, it also meant that every time he felt close to getting a handle on his emotions they would slip from his grasp once more. His magic ebbed and swayed and his emotions followed their tide, not his, and so he pushed others away rather than admit he couldn’t handle himself. If protecting them meant distancing himself, then so be it.

The Point of No Return: June 19, 2020 He turned back to Four, brushing the back of his hand across his cheek. He’d wanted to share a meal with his partner. He’d wanted to see Four’s small smile--just for him--as he tried Hylian food for the first, second, hundredth time. Long ago, they’d promised to travel the world together. Four wanted to share everything with him; wanted to show him the forge, wanted him to meet his Grandfather, wanted to take him to see the Minish. After the adventure, Four had promised. He’d be free to go and do whatever he wanted, right by Four’s side. Well, he was at his side now. And this was not what they’d promised each other.

A Major Test of Strength: May 7, 2020 Even being worthy of the Triforce of Courage didn’t mean he was brave enough to act on, or even think, about how he felt about Sidon. He reasoned it was better not to say anything, especially now. He was going off to a battle he may not return from. Even if he burned to know if Sidon felt the same, it would be selfish to ask knowing he may be leaving for the last time. Link would rather go to the grave with his feelings then leave Sidon alone with them. At least if he died before confessing, Sidon would be able to move on, he hoped. Sidon was his best friend, and that was enough for now.

[hiphopxtributes]

[Tw// death, mind control]

The team from Alpha Academy. They were the lowest ranking team in the current match. None of the members have made moves to attack or harm any of the other tributes.

Until... Kim Mingyu was eliminated.

The members are raging.

Especially Choi Seungcheol. Their leader. He had heard how Mingyu begged the attacker to spare his life through the mind link that he shared with all his members. He felt the panic and fear that Mingyu had felt in the moment. Only one thought was present in the leader's mind. He knew he needed to get rid of every single one who's a threat to him, and could possibly be a hurdle towards him and his team's victory. And so he thought...

He would set hell loose.

While the leader was tracking the attacker responsible for Mingyu's death, one of his members, Wonwoo; was lost in the forest. He wandered around trying to locate the rest of his members. And in the middle of the forest, uniform dirty and soaked in blood, Wonwoo was met with the Celestial Academy's leader.

Yoon Jeonghan.

The leader's breath hitched, lowering the body of his fallen teammate onto the ground as he took in the sight right in front of him.

"Is it really you?" The leader's voice was almost inaudible, but the trickster heard it clearly. Wonwoo chuckled, tears forming in his eyes as he looked straight into the eyes of the man he once loved, well... The man he still loves with all his heart. "Out of all places here on earth. We meet here once again." the trickster says, holding back a sob. "Mhm. Tragic isn't it?" Jeonghan sighs.

The two males slowly walked towards each other, stopping when they were inches apart. Wonwoo was the first to budge. He pulled the leader in by the waist and connected his lips with his, pouring out his emotions through the kiss as Jeonghan stayed motionless, but the trickster was too desperate to care. He pulled Jeonghan towards him tighter, clutching on his waist desperately. It was only when Jeonghan pushed him away that he stopped. "I love you." The trickster whispered.

"I used to love you."

In the midst of everything else, the Alpha team's leader has finally found the attacker responsible for Mingyu's death. He had him on his knees. The same position Mingyu was in when Minghao killed him. "You killed him." Seungcheol's low and dark voice sent shivers through the attacker's body but he chose to ignore it. "It was either him or me. He was still a threat."

"A threat? When he was on his knees begging you to spare his life?! What kind of threat he is?!?" The leader yelled at Minghao. He was taken aback from Seungcheol's powerful voice as he started to accept his fate.

The cause of the sudden shift of the leader's personality is unknown. But one thing is certain. He is not the leader anyone knew him to be. He has broken from his façade of being the perfect leader. He has now shown the real side of him. He snapped.

The leader looked Minghao in the eye, easily infiltrating the attacker's mind. "You will die the same way you killed him. Poison yourself. I want you to intake your poison until you die." Seungcheol commanded, and the attacker was not able to resist. With pained eyes he looked at the man in front of him as he shoved his fingers into his mouth, releasing the poison into his system. He choked on his fingers and his irises started to turn into a toxic shade of green, a sign that the poison was killing him from the inside. Minghao let out a choked gasp that was also his last breath.

A canon.

"An attacker has been eliminated."

Seungcheol let out a satisfied hum before breaking into a fit of laughter, walking away from the deceased tribute.

Wonwoo's heart broke from the sentence that left the leader's lips.

He knew he made a mistake in the past.

They both did.

Typical mistakes that two young people in love make.

He didn't expect it to tear them apart like that.

"Jeonghan... Please. I know we made mistakes long ago. But I need you. Please." The trickster begged. "Can you hear yourself right now? We're in a match where the both of us can't survive from. Why are you wasting time on telling me this?"

"Because... Because... I want you to love me even if it's just for the remaining time we have together. Please? Jeonghan please."

"I do love you Wonwoo. I really do. I love you and care for you. But the love I have for you isn't the same as the love I had for you back then. Times have changed. I've moved on. I've found someone else to love."

The trickster felt a pang in his chest, "Y-you have? I- I'm sorry I didn't know." Wonwoo looked down and wiped his tears away, "Let's just pretend I didn't say that okay?"

The leader hesitated but nodded nonetheless. "Mhm we can do that."

In the middle of Seungcheol's raging laughter, he was found by his teams healer, Vernon. "Hyung! I'm glad I found you! Are you okay? Did you hit your head? Do you need any healing?" The healer asks worriedly.

Seungcheol shook his head. "No. But what I need is revenge."

"Revenge on who?"

The leader clicked his tongue as he recalled the link he had with Wonwoo earlier. "Yoon Jeonghan. That bastard has got our trickster head over heels over him. He got Wonwoo to stay with him. Wonwoo betrayed us."

Vernon raised his brows, "Wonwoo hyung? Betray us? That's very unlikely-" The leader cut him off, "Wonwoo's in love with Jeonghan."

The healer gasped, "He is?" Seungcheol nodded, "Yes he is. Now shut up and help me find that bastards remaining members."

The pair travelled the arena, til they heard a voice nearby.

"Oregano! Finally! This is just what I needed for Jihoon's cough."

Seungcheol infiltrated the tribute's mind discreetly, exploring his thoughts and finding out that he was the healer of Jeonghan's team. Hong Jisoo.

With no experience with actual combat, he was easily captured.

And he too begged for his life.

"Please Mr. Leader- Spare me. I can do anything you want! I can heal you and your teammates as much as you want! I promise! Please don't kill me! I don't want to die!" Joshua begged as he sobbed.

"Heal me? I have my own healer." The leader chuckled. "I need to do this. Well actually I don't, but I want to." And with that he took control of Joshua's mind, making him grab a sharp object and stab himself multiple times until he exhaled his last breath.

Vernon was starting to question his leader's actions, "Why would you do that hyung? He held no threat against us. He was pure and innocent. He didn't deserve that. Why?" Seungcheol rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"So? I just wanted to destroy something beautiful."

Vernon was about to answer back, "Don't even try to talk. Now pick up the body. We have a traitor to visit. Unless you want to die as well, then you're welcome to not follow my orders." The healer gulped and did as he was told, bringing Joshua's body with them as until they ended up face to face with The leader and the trickster.

"Well if it isn't the bastard and the traitor. Guess what? I have a surprise for the both of you!" Seungcheol chuckled as he grabbed Joshua's body, throwing it in front of the pair.

Jeonghan held his breath.

No no no no no. It couldn't be.

But it was.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Jeonghan yelled at the top of his lungs, smoke immediately escaping from the tips of his fingers. But the other leader was quick to think, invading the mind of Wonwoo and having him walk over to the ledge of a body of water. "Ah ah ah~ One wrong move and I'll have him drown himself."

"Hyung! That's our teammate!" Vernon yelled in protest. "So what?"

"You're disgusting. Putting your own teammate's life on the line for your own gain." Jeonghan spat and retracted the smoke.

"Ahh I know~" Seungcheol answered as Jeonghan was able to stop the other's ability for a split second. The other team's leader smirked.

"I told you, one wrong move and he'll die. You just really had to do it didn't you?"

Splash.

Wonwoo jumped into the water, drowning himself. Jeonghan ran and jumped into the water to save the drowning trickster. But he was too late. He dragged the body to the shore, looking at Vernon with pleading eyes.

"Try to revive him and you'll die too." Seungcheol threatens.

Jeonghan was shaking, his irises changed to a combination of black and red.

"Now you just made it possible for me to kill you without holding back."

The real hell was unleashed that moment.

[This is based on a story that admin wrote. Everything is purely fictional.]

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[inyoursheets]

author meme

i got tagged by the dear @sothischickshe

im tagging @medievalraven​, @fairhairedkings and @mego42 if you feel like it, no pressure whatsoever

ao3 name: nomind

fandoms: girls, good

number of fics: 7

fic i spent the most time on: warm water! first attempt at multi-chapter paired with inability to outline / zero planning skills equals oceans of time spent trying to figure things out lol

fic i spent the least amount of time on: oh it’s gotta be one of the short smutty ones. i assume take it but maybe it’s some time in your sheets???

most hits: warm water

most kudos: warm water. 666 to be exact. somebody take one for the team and come save my christian ass please

most comments: warm water by far and people are SO nice!!!! and are SO mad at me!!!!! i love it!!!!! it fuels me so much to watch people SufferTM bc i like putting the slow in slowburn (: (: (: im gonna miss that a lot when i finish this fic i imagine

most bookmarks: warm water, but actually not that big a diff w the instigator

highest total word count: also warm water

favourite fic i wrote: ohhh i think it’s a tie between the instigator and warm water. im very glad that i feel like i managed to pull the threesome fic off. there isn’t much i’d change about that fic and im genuinely happy with what i wrote. im glad im satisfied with it!

that said, warm water is my baby bc a) it’s so self-indulgent b) i love torturing people, see above c) im accidentally processing some things through this fic, ew d) it’s been nice to sink my teeth in one story for a longer period of time e) i like that it’s mine? if that makes sense? mine to write, mine to ruin, mine to struggle with. like as much as i hate having to actually write sometimes and as much as i get stuck with the plot sometimes, esp in the second half of the fic, it’s still fun to work it out and write and sometimes suddenly stumble upon a scene that works out better than i expected it to, sometimes surprise myself with how much feeling i could pack into a scene, sometimes reread and genuinely enjoy what i read/like the emotional beats of the story (am i using those words right). so while i complain about writing this fic a lot i also love it

fic i want to rewrite/expand on: one may expect the bounce house guy!AU to be expanded or the exes!AU that i often lament going about too messily, but im actually feeling more inspired to work on a possible follow-up to how do i even... say that? to explore communication during sex bc i find that an interesting topic

share a bit of a wip or story idea you’re working on: i see this was another sneak way of trying to get me to write. disgusting. since i don’t wanna talk about the story ideas flinging through my head bc they deserve no attention until i figure out the final chapters of warm water, i guess you can get a snippet. but! feel my rage!

Beth’s not sure why but the tears are uncontrollable, starting the moment the door closed behind Thanh and showing no signs of stopping. She managed to keep a smile on her face as she kissed him quickly on the lips, feeling the water droplets drip from his just-showered hair as he deepened it a little, slipping a tongue inside her mouth, leaving with a promise to call her later that she wishes he hadn’t made.

[snarkandsarcasmftw]

tag games, ftw

I was tagged by both @rampagewriting and @heelsamizayn to answer this and it seems like a fun time and my brain’s being a bag of dicks rn, so whhhhy not... Here we go.

0) Name/Nickname? If ya wanna share it.

Ashley, AA, Snark - mostly on here. Oh and lil bit, but... family only.

1) If you could bring any two fictional characters (from books or film/tv) into the same world who would they be, what world would you put them in, and what would their relationship to each other be?

Uhhh... Uhhh... Okay, alright, hm... This is going to be an unconventional answer but.. I’d take Bucky and Cap and I’d drop them right into the middle of The Walking Dead. Hear me out.. They’re both military trained / enhanced superheroes and they can walk that line of having compassion and being totally ruthless if they must. I think it’d be neat. They’d be friends / psuedo brothers, of course.

2) If you could drop yourself into any fictional world from books or film/tv, which would it be?

Oh god, oh noooo.. Every part of the fifteen year old trapped within my old woman body is screaming at me to answer Harry Potter -cos magic.. But.. I’m going with The Walking Dead. Just for the simple fact that I could smack both Lori and Dale Horvath in the back of the fuckin head.

Alternately.. I’d really wanna hunt vampires with Edgar and Allen Frog, and the eighties were my shit, so.. That too.

3) What’s your spirit animal?

A cat or a raccoon. I have under eye circles, stay up late, eat only junk and I’ll bite if you take my food plus kinda chonky ( raccoon) and I like to take naps, I’m... adamant about cleaning / grooming plus, I like to sit around and give people side eye when they’re doing dumb shit. ( cat.)

4) What is the most unpopular opinion you hold?

NO. NOPE. NOT ANSWERING. ISSA TRAP.

Okay, since I obviously have to put something here, I’ll say it. And I’ll start with wrestling:

Seth Rollins is vastly overrated and I don’t get the whole.. Attraction to him. And the same goes for Cody Rhodes. Also, is it just me or are his fucking intros too long? Idk, maybe that’s me and my lack of patience. If you like either of these, sorry, continue to do you, but.. I’m not a fan and I honestly don’t particularly care about either and this is my own personal opinion. I’m allowed to have one. I’m not saying bad shit about either guy here, if you take it that way, it’s your own damn problem? I’m not telling you not to like them. I’m simply saying I do not.

As far as media goes : Fifty Shades of Gray is fucking dumb. I mean.. 10 page contract.. to get what has to be mediocre dick, at best? And it’s not even written with any regards to true BDSM concepts for the most part? Nah. I’ll pass. 

And now, for one about our current situation: I think the idiots who hoarded TP at the beginning of this should be allowed to return things.. Provided it’s unopened, they have a receipt, and they don’t see a fucking dime of the money they spent and that the money from the returns goes to masks / other methods of protection for front line workers or straight into the unemployment packages and the stimulus thing. Like literally, the hoarder gets nothing, people who need TP / sanitizer / etc get UNOPENED NEW PRODUCTS and the front line workers get the proceeds of the voided returns. We all win here. (I realize this probably cannot happen, but. It’s one way to kind of... help this current shit show we’re all trapped in.) 

5) How do you like to style your hair most often?

Uhh.. Down. I’m too goddamn lazy to be bothered.

6) I always love this overdone question - you’re allowed three books on a desert island, what do you bring? (Note: Survival Guides don’t count).

The Shining, The Dark Towers series - Stephen King, The Client - John Grisham and The Outsiders - S.E Hinton

7) Something new you’ve learned in quarantine/lockdown/corona times?

That no matter how hard I try, I cannot apply false lashes. That more than two noisy things going in the background is TOO MUCH. Oh and I’m pretty damn good at baking when I bother to try / don’t toss out the directions.

8) Favorite alcohol? (Or non-alcoholic beverage if you don’t drink!)

Haven’t drank in... a while-ish. But my favorite thing to drink when I do is vodka or tequila. Occasionally White Claw ( i know, i know.). Favorite non-alcoholic beverage is water lately.

9) Music you can’t stand? Music you love?

I’m gonna get torn the fuck apart for this but yolo.. I can’t get into K-Pop. I’ve tried. It’s just.. It’s up there with new pop for me. Older boy bands / pop stars? Not a problem. I just don’t like a lot of pop music and I can’t get into K-pop. If you like it, awesome. It’s just not for me personally. Beyond that? I love literally any other kind of music. I have a veeeery varied eclectic listening preference but my all time favorite? 80′s glam / pop or country.

10) Have a favorite herb?

FIRST OF ALL.. GARLIC.. yeah, it’s not a herb buuuut... yeah.. Anyway, for actual herbs..Basil, Rosemary and Sage.. Oh and cilantro. Cilantro will save your ass in a pinch. 

11) What kinds of cups/glasses/bottles do you prefer to drink out of?

My big tol cold cup. Or.. my stemless plastic wine glasses, of which I have apparently lost.

12) Preferred mode of communication: texts, phone calls, emails, letters?

Text or email. I’m not... fond of making calls, but I will if I have to. I prefer texts or email. Oh, I do enjoy writing letters now and then.

13) What is your favorite weather?

Not too hot, not too cold. Not too sunny but not overcast and gray either. A light breeze. NO POLLEN.

14) What kind of lighting do you like?

Softer lights, for the aesthetic.. Overhead lighting, so my blind ass can... yannow... see. If I had my way, I’d have candles and string lights every where though.

15) What is the best thing you cook?

Honestly, I feel like it’s my chili or my stew. Alternately, husband seems to ask for chicken / bacon / ranch pasta casserole a lot, so... Idk.. I guess pretty much anything (except fucking hamburger helper, i can NEVER get this shit right, despite directions, sacrifices to the culinary gods and pleas/promises of my first born. It always turns out icky so I never cook it.) 

16)  Do you have a favorite font to write in?

Handwriting or typewriter fonts for the most part. Roboto when I’m writing / editing my own fics and such.

17) What is something you’ve always wanted to write in a fic, but you’ve been too afraid to? Or, what is something that you were afraid to write, but then you did and it ended awesome?

Honestly, I’m scared to death to write smut. Which is why I’ve been trying to write more of it lately. I won’t say it’s going awesome ( I’m pretty sure some of you sit and read it when I post and are like what the fuck... this isn’t realistic and this is so bad.) but it’s going.

I’ve wanted to dip my toes into writing for more obscure fandoms too. Like ones that I personally enjoy. As far as something I’ve always wanted to write? Horror. But I’m scared to death I’d fuck it up.

18) If you were in your favorite fantasy world, what would your weapon of choice be?

A sword or a knife. Machete, maybe?

19) Is there a commonly used expression/saying that you can’t stand?

While I agree with the answers J and K put to this “It’s in God’s hands, etc” - sometimes things are GOD AWFUL. The last thing I want to hear is what the reason God had for doing it is. So don’t tell me. 

Triggered is a useful term.. if it’s used right. And I’m starting to realize that 95 percent of people DO NOT know the proper use. They think that being triggered =‘s a reason to bitch and tear someone apart over some miniature thing they’ve done. So now, when I hear it being misused, it fucking annoys me.

20) What is something that you would like people to know about you?

I’m a grumpy ball of rage. I’m petty as fuck and saltier than all the oceans combined in the right circumstances. But.. I can be a nice person and I love getting to know people and helping people or talking to them. Even if it’s hard for me to start it off bc I’m fucking awkward as fuck also - hence the reason it takes a while for me to actually... attempt... conversing with new people both IRL and on here.

I’m gonna leave this open to anyone who wants to do it bc Idk who has or hasn’t already and I don’t want to annoy people. 

This was a blast!

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

catch me on a good day and you get: light-hearted, informative posts about medieval stuff, with jokes and follow-up reading and links to other resources, so that everyone leaves knowing more things, including me bc i had to research them to go into as much depth as i wanted

catch me on a bad day and you get: possibly unnecessary amounts of rage condensed into a confrontational response that just leaves everyone pissed off, including me because now i have an inflated balloon inside my ribcage and it's gonna take ages for me to calm down

i guess we all know which one today is, and i'm sorry. i could have shared all of that info in a way friendlier manner, the way i usually do. i jumped straight into it without taking a minute to moderate my own emotions, and it came out super aggressive as a result. i regret that, bc that's not the vibe i like to give off. people come to me with questions about irish literature because i'll be friendly while i info-dump about it, not bc i'll lash out

(also bc i am ashamed of how overly emotional i get about things that really aren't personal attacks. my body just processes them as if they were, and makes me exactly as anxious as if it were intended as a personal slight on my education, my research, and my knowledge on this subject. i should be able to regulate that better, bc i know that's how i respond. it's something i need to work on. related: there's a reason i relate to cú chulainn and it's bc i'm also a tiny rage monster with no control over my own body)

however, i'd also like to share these tags from my last reblog, bc i think they highlight WHY i had a kneejerk negative response to this commenter and jumped in immediately instead of letting my thoughts marinate and come out kinder:

but yeah, i could have been less of a dick about it, i think, so i'm sorry

i probs need to log off for a little while so i'm gonna go find some food, listen to the latest ep of the motherfocloir podcast, and try to be more kind. bc we could all stand to be more kind. even on bad pain days where we're somewhere in the negative spoons.

[otterbeesfanficblog]

Something Different {Markus X Android Reader}

CHAPTER 7: Love And Hate Are Beasts...

A/N: I’m really obsessed with the idea that this MC is like a koi fish (Hence why I put a koi fish pond at Aerons house bc I love associating people I know to animals), so much so, I’m gonna make you get a koi fish because I’m just that desperate for symbolism. I’m probably going to do that with all of my writing now... again

Song of Chapter Title: Instructions For A Bad Day by Shane Koyczan  Another Song Referenced: How To Be A Person by Shane Koyczan

If you would like to be tagged, just go ahead and tell me in the comments.

Chapter 1: A Spark Like No Other Chapter 2: Never Seen You Through My Eyes Chapter 3: The Lonely Chapter 4: City of The Dead Chapter 5: Pick A Star In The Dark And Follow The Light Chapter 6: What’s Gonna Be Left Of The World If You’re Not In It? Chapter 8: She Depends On You Chapter 9: Pictures We’re Living Through For Now Chapter 10: The Precipice Of Change Chapter 11: Raise A Glass To Freedom

Source: urogiri 

Date: Nov 9th, 2038 Time: AM 01:51:08

“Our broadcast is all over the news,” Josh voiced, hope and happiness flowing around him. You matched Josh’s joy, a smile on your face as you looked around at the people in the room. You were sitting next to Simon, Josh was standing and walking to and fro, North was to your right sitting on a loveseat, arms crossed with a sour look.

“Now humans know...”

“It was a mistake to reach out to them,” North snapped back, “They’ll never negotiate with their slaves. We should have shown them we were prepared to fight.”

You could almost feel the air in the room thicken, you knew an argument was about the brew. You were playing with the cloth of your outfit, burying down the comments to which you wanted to speak.

Luckily, Josh had the same mindset as you.

“Violence is never the answer.” Aggravation clear in his voice as he spoke confidently about his words, just as sure as you that those words were true.

Or at least you hoped they were.

“Dialogue is the only way, I’m sure the humans will listen to us.”

“They’ll be watching us now,” Soft-spoken was Simon to your left, ringing his hands just as he had been for a while now and you were sure, if human, his hands would be red and raw.

“Whatever we do next, we need to think about public opinion...”

Josh then suddenly got up and looked at you, blinking in confusion you watched his expression change. When he looked at you, his face fell, sadness and guilt written all over him. He then turned and glared at North, the change was sudden, but unfortunately, you were getting far too used to these two bickering.

“Y/N almost paid with her life for this, and you wanted to leave her behind. You wanted to kill her.”

“I was thinking of what was best for our people,” North countered, speaking as if you weren’t there, but the constant way she pierced you with her gaze was reason enough to know she was not unaware of your presence.

“She is a liability if anything.”

“A liability?! How can you say that?!”

You were just as shocked as Josh, you had thought that maybe after saving Simon from the fate of injury you had taken for him and the effort of getting to Stratford Tower, and possibly giving the freedom speech, that maybe she would have at least trusted you a little.

Yet here you were to her, just a liability... You couldn’t deny the sting in your blood from her words.

“She would have given her life for our cause.”

“What difference would that make?!”

“It would have been a noble death, there will be many who will die for the revolution.”

“I don’t want a revolution that spills blood!”

“Guys...”

Even as Simon stood, his warning fell on deaf ears.

“Then live as a slave!” North exclaimed, standing just in front of Josh, glaring up at him with just as much venom as Josh glaring at her with.

“Because if you’re not willing to fight for your freedom, maybe you don’t deserve it!”

“North!”

“North don’t you dare-!”

“Enough.”

Finally, it was your turn to speak, and surprisingly enough, though your voice was not loud, the three looked at you. Standing up, you walk over to the two, putting your arm between then making them both step back without a word.

You turn to North, there was no anger in your face nor voice, there was no raising of the voice or shameful words of hate.

You had come to realize many things over the time of being here with Markus and the others, though you pushed and pushed your programming to just squeeze by, you finally realized you did feel.

Though, not as strong as the others... yet.

“North, your hatred is blinding you from our goal. Your line between friend and foe is blurring, and quickly.”

“You think you know everything, don’t you..” The sneer was in your face, though you showed her no sign of backing down.

“You think you know, but you aren’t even like us. You hold onto your program for who knows what, for all we know, you could be just a double agent.”

“There is your blindness... If you cannot find mercy in your heart for them, how do you expect them to have mercy in theirs for us? Humans are not all bad-”

“Like you would know!” She belted in your face.

“You’re too fond of humans, Y/N. Maybe their lives matter to you more than ours?”

“Murdering them will not get us anywhere, you would be just as bad as them, no point being proven by death. Blood doesn’t wash off more blood.”

North then grabbed you by the front of your shirt getting in your face, Simon and Josh desperately trying to make her let you go.

“You don’t know how ‘bad’ humans can be, you pampered little bitch.” She hissed, her eyes showing the burning flames inside her.

‘The eyes are the window to the soul...’

It seems North’s rage grew to be a massive fire, and her soul was trapped inside. Maybe... with a little time... you could douse that fire of rage and hate something more peaceful.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!!”

North let go when Markus came in, Josh, Simon, and you all turned to the strong-faced man.

Truth be told, Markus was not seconds away from throwing North off you. He would not deny his very obvious bias, but even so, North had taken it too far for anyone.

You were glad Markus came when he did, you could tell just by the after images of her right hand loosening its grip was fair warning in your programming that she was that close to hitting you.

“And now... What are we going to do?”

Markus stares between the four of you for a moment, knowing he didn’t have much time but knowing he couldn’t leave you all with the horrible argument he had just overheard.

Unfortunately, those thoughts would have to wait until after.

“There are five cyber life stores across Detroit. All selling us like merchandise. We’re gonna attack those stores and set our people free.”

“Attack stores? We’ve never done that before... they’re probably protected.”

You shared Josh’s skepticism for a moment, then you remembered that you did yesterday break into the biggest local news broadcasting tower. It kind of amazed you that those turn of events only happened just yesterday...

“They have security systems...”

“Well,” You mutter, giving a small shrug with a gentle smile. “so did Stratford Tower.”

Markus shook his head in agreement to your words, continuing where he left off.

“We break into five teams, one for each store. We hack their security systems and we strike simultaneously at 2:00 AM. No violence.”

You had caught on to what he was proposing.

“And we free our people, get them out of there before the police come.”

“Exactly, now... let’s move.”

One by one everyone left the room, Markus still stood in the doorway. He stopped North by the arm before she could walk too far away from him to stop her, she looked up at him and for a moment they just stared.

You had a feeling they were speaking to each other in a private channel, seeing as North kind of hung her head in shame as Markus let her go.

He then puts his focus on you, you had been standing perfectly still, hands cupped gently in front of you. You tilt your head at him, and you hated to have to make him do it, but...

With a saddened sigh Markus spoke.

“You will follow me, Y/N.”

“Always, Markus.”

****************

“This is a night out people will remember.”

After North got out, you followed out of the sewer last, getting help from Markus as you three stand proudly. North had insisted on coming with you two, and none of the other groups had any low number of people, so it was now Markus, North, and you hitting the 66th street store.

Walking after North, she pulled open the gate.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this...”

You give her a gentle smile, knowing deep down North simply wanted what you wanted too.

You were following close behind Markus, slowly you pulled up your hood, brushing some of your H/C hair over to cover the rest of your LED, to which had been blue until you all saw and heard a police car coming around a corner.

“Markus, this way! Quick!”

Markus quickly took your hand, jogging over and sliding behind a dumpster, you pulled close to his chest. You were all quiet as the patrol car past by, and when it was far enough you all continued your way down the street.

Though, as you all jogged down the street, Markus had not let go of your hand, not that you were complaining.

“They're gone.”

“There’s probably even more police in the area...” You told them, bringing your hood/scarf up to your face with your free hand. “We should be careful.”

“Stay close to me, Y/N...”

You look to Markus, hearing him speaking in your mind. He looked down at you, a crease in his brow.

“The store’s over here!”

You all jog over to the store window, peering in. North looked the most off-put by the store, more angry by it.

“That’s what we are to them...” Her voice was soft, but it didn't lack venom. “Just merchandise on display in a shop window... Soon they’ll know who we really are.”

She turned back to you and Markus,

“Let’s get them out.”

“let’s stick to the plan...” Markus quickly spoke, taming North’s, slightly reckless, energy. “We neutralize the alarm systems and secure the area.”

“There’s ten minutes until all out teams attack.” You finished, letting go of Markus’ hand and looking through the store window.

“What are we waiting for?”

With that said, you three went to work. You turned to Markus and saw him looking up, it was then when you saw a security drone. He quickly went over to the scaffolding, climbing it and waited for the right moment to jump on it.

You were shocked as you ran over to where he and the drone both dropped, the drone was broken and you looked Markus up and down.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Good, I found where the alarms lead-in from the store.”

Markus gives you a smile.

“Good work... I’m going to free the androids around here, can I leave you and North to turn off the alarms?”

You look over your shoulder at North, who gave a half-hearted nod.

Before you had crossed the street, you saw an android pet store that looked closed. You walked up to the window and peered inside, seeing the none activated animals upset you greatly. Yet there was one android animal that didn’t seem to even notice the darkness of its tank, and you had to turn on your night vision camera eyes to really see what it was.

It was a lone Koi fish, swimming around its deactivated friends, all alone. This site made your heart pound in your chest, seeing such a social creature, even if an android, all alone made you think of yourself.

Like that Koi fish, you were made to be social, to be pretty. Made to serve for one purpose... but, this one purpose made you the outcast. Wanting to stay true to what you were made to be made you realized at that moment...

Maybe... you were wrong about keeping your program... Was the idea of being alone with only your program... Worth losing the chance to actually live?

“Y/N, come on, we need to turn off the security.”

You blink out of your daze, looking over your shoulder at North as she looked at you with an unreadable expression. For some odd reason, you felt something when your E/C eyes met her deep brown ones. 

Shaking it off you crossed the street, North following, and you were met with the sight of a construction pit, with androids working on the pipes. The pipe that they had open was the one with the line for the security system in the store.

You jump down into the pit, the androids both turned to you with confusion, and you let the skin of your hands leave as you place your hands on the sides of their faces.

Their LEDs blinked yellow, to red, then back to yellow and finally blue.

“I need to work on these lines, you are awake now. Go to Jericho.”

They both give you a quick hug before leaving, getting out of the pit and walking past North.

It had seemed that recently, the androids you freed and the ones at Jericho loved you very much.

Many of the androids at Jericho were fast to volunteer to help you when you had gotten injured after coming back from the Stratford tower covered in your own blue blood.

They had become very fond of you, and it didn’t even take 20 minutes to get you patched up as if nothing had happened. Lucy was the one who helped you the most, she also talked to you frequently.

You very much liked her, the way she spoke was so... elegant to you, that you both sat for a while talking while she patched you up.

Of course, the scars of where your wiring had been exposed and then burned closed were still there. In any case, the point is you had become someone who was very trusted by Jericho. 

Being regarded as a leader like Markus, and they followed both of you. You were Markus’ right hand, and he was your left hand, can never have one without the other without falling uneven.

You had no idea that that would have happened so quickly, but with all that has happened, all the feelings you had witnessed...

You were beginning to realize something about your program...

Though now was not the time as you knelt down to the pipe, putting your hands to it, hacking into it and shutting down the security.

“You did it, Y/N... good work.”

You had just climbed out of the pit, fixing your hood/scarf you smile at North. She didn't return the smile, but she did nod in your direction.

You looked past her and saw Markus walking down the street to where more construction androids were working, moving a big sign, presumably blocking the road.

You give a small smile, pulling your hood/scarf over your head more.

“Smart.”

You were just about to make your way over there when North stopped you by your arm, your LED flashing a blood red as you looked her in the eyes.

You weren’t scared of her nor if she did end up... killing you at this moment, no, what you were concerned about is if she was willing to compromise the mission for her petty rage.

North only held you there for a moment, almost like she was searching your eyes for something.

“...Do you know me?”

You tilt your head at the question, the long parts of your hood/scarf blowing in the wind as you show her your complete and utter confusion.

“What..?”

“Y/N, North, I need your help.”

You both turn at the same time to look at Markus as he stands just outside a fenced off area far from you, North letting go of your arm and you both jog over to him.

You would have to ask what North meant when you get back to Jericho, now was certainly not the time. Getting over to Markus, you had pieced together what he was trying to do, though you were confused as to why he wanted to get in there.

Markus turned and saw you tilting your head, very clear in your confusion, he spoke.

“There’s a truck on the other side, but the gate is locked.”

You lost your confusion as you back up with Markus and North, all three of you running at the gate and climbing over. While inside the fenced area you see a bolt cutter, quickly going over to it and picking it up. Glancing over you see Markus quietly talking to North after opening the truck doors, you didn’t really mind as you went over to the fence and cut the lock, it hit the ground with a small thud as you pushed open the gate, then stand proudly in front of the now open area.

“What would you two do without me?~”

You didn’t see it while getting into the truck, but North and Markus had both smiled a little at your comment. You happened to be the subject they were talking about while you were opening the gate.

Markus was losing his patience with how North was mistreating you, telling her that it didn’t matter if you still had your program or not, you were still fighting for your people, and not only that, you were Markus’ right hand.

Without you, a lot of what is happening wouldn’t be possible.

You piled into the truck, you were pretty much sitting in Markus’ lap, seeing as there were only two seats in the front. Though, neither Markus nor you protested, and despite how much North would deny it, seeing you two work together was... honoring?

You two seemed to have this... flow, a great connection, like a synchronized dance. Knowing exactly what the other was thinking or wanted to do, and she wouldn’t deny her jealousy of it, but seeing you just close to each other gave her... hope.

Markus stopped just across the way of the store, North looked over at you both, a small smile gracing her lips.

“I knew we’d end up doing something fun...”

You smile in return as Markus focuses forward, gripping the steering wheel, then slamming his foot down on the gas peddle. You grip onto Markus tightly as you impact into the store, shattering the doors open and skidding to a halt in the store.

Shaking his head, Markus opens the door to the left of you both, letting you slide out first then following. He went you the front and you started freeing the ones in the back half of the store, that’s when you notice North staring at one of the androids.

When you had gotten closer, you finally realized why North was the way she was. 

She stood in front of a BL100, behind the android said:

‘Your dream partner.’

“North? Are... You okay?”

She didn’t turn to you, only stared at the model that looked like her.

“Let’s just get them out of here...”

She walks past you as you follow her with your eyes for a moment, then you let your hand slide into the android's hand, breaking her through her programming. Looking around dazed she walks over to all the other androids, who looked just as lost.

You watched Markus stand up on the counter and you walk over to stand in front of him, he helped you up as you stand next to each other, hand in hand as you gaze at all the androids. Markus soon got their attention.

“My name is Markus,”

“And my name is Y/N.” 

“And just like you, we were slaves... An object... Designed to obey them... But then we chose to open our eyes and to take back our freedom and decide who we wanted to be.” 

You let Markus do most of the speech, as you couldn’t really vouch seeing as you still had your program. Though, you had a feeling that you wouldn’t have it very much longer...

“Now we have come to tell you that you, can be your own masters. I have come to tell you that you don’t have to obey them anymore.”

“From this day forward, you can walk with your heads held high, you can take your destiny in your hands. ” 

Markus smiled at you, both of you have a burning determination in your eyes as you looked back at the crowd.

“Jericho is a place for those of us who want freedom.”

You hide the flinch of Markus’ next words behind your hood, you could feel Norths eyes looking at you with the unreadable expression again.

“Now sure, you can stay here and continue to serve them... or you can come with us. And fight by our sides...”

“You are free now...” Your voice was gentle but filled with power, like that of a mother teaching and watching over her children. “It’s up to you to decide.”

The silence was only for a moment as one by one the androids said they were with you and Markus, both of you jumping down to the floor as you saw something appear in your vision.

You are now the leader of Jericho with Markus.

A grin traveled on your face when you see this, still holding Markus’ hand you look at him proudly, knowing what he wants to do next you nod.

“Then follow us!”

“Markus, Y/N, what are you doing?”

“We’re going to send the humans a message.”

You let go of Markus' hand and jog over to the gazebo, looking around before you heard North call out to you.

“Y/N!” She comes over to you, holding out some kind of weapon to you, and your LED went blood red.

“Violence is the only language humans understand...”

You shake your head at her.

“No, North. I want them to understand but... I do not want to start a war.”

“They won’t listen if they’re not afraid!”

“Then they won’t have a choice,” This was the first time you had given anyone a stern voice, and you watched North shake her head and jog off as you turn back to the gazebo.

Climbing on to the top you take out the holographic flag you were given, but before you plant it, you hear Markus.

“You are apart of this just as much as we are, Y/N, you decide which flag our people will hold high.”

You blink for a moment, then smile, forcing the peg into the point of the gazebo, standing tall and proud by the flag your people will wave when you were all free.

Jumping down you watch the androids tagging benches, windows, and cars. Markus just jumped down from tagging the statue and you jogged up to him, his hand finding yours as you both look at the building across the road at the same time. 

“North, break the windows to let our people out. Y/N,”

Standing at attention as you both now stand in front of the building, backing up and getting ready to climb. He gives you a smile to which you return, the wind pushing your hood down and your hair flowing in the cold wind.

“Follow me.”

“Don’t I always~?”

Then together you scale the building, and just like at the Stratford tower and even when you crashed through the doors of the Cyberlife store, you felt...

Alive

When you got to the top you took another flag peg, kneeling on the ledge and looking at Markus, seeing him doing the same, then in synchronized movements, you both slammed them into the side of the building and soon a holographic screen showed your peoples flag.

You felt your chest heave with pride as you looked down at the streets seeing all of your people protesting for their freedom, tagging things with slogans and your symbol. You took a few pictures before feeling your hand in someone else's.

You look to your right, seeing Markus match your smile of pride, he had an almost dazed look on his face as he brushed his free hand over the scar on your right cheek, then brushing some of your H/C hair out of your face.

And that was when your LED turned the lilac purple it had that one night, you saw it reflecting off his eyes. That's when you decided, with newfound determination, you and Markus climb down from the building.

You pick up a shard of glass from the ground where the androids had broken out of the store, and there you stood in front of the tinted window of a car, sharp shard of glass in hand as you took a moment to look at yourself.

The same S/C skin.

The same H/L H/C hair.

The same E/C eyes.

and yet... it was different now. You were different now. Looking at your scar on your cheek, your lilac purple LED, your dark flowing clothing that showed no sign of being an android.

You were not model RW200 with the serial number 492 877 828...

No...

You put the glass up to your temple, up to your LED, digging into the side of it, you watch the white appear around it. It was still a lilac purple when it popped out, you dropped the glass and watched it fall next to your LED. 

Looking back at your reflection smiling, the white around your temple going back to the normal skin color you were.

No, you were not model RW200 with the serial number 492 877 828...

“I am Y/N...”

Soon enough you turn and see Markus had been watching you this whole time, he could tell that you were still holding on to your program, but what he had just seen made him very certain...

You would break it soon enough, you would finally face what you have been looking at through a mirror. He could sense your fear, but he could also sense your strength.

You ran into his arms, then let go to look around at all you had done. 

You had successfully made your message seen, North stood next to you both as you soon heard Josh and Simon speak through you three.

“We freed hundreds of our people!”

“We did it!”

You then hear police sirens from down the street, and you give a panicked look around.

“They’re coming...”

Walking forward Markus spoke to all the androids who were already running away from the sirens.

“Everyone fall back to Jericho.”

Throwing there tagging guns to the ground, they all start running in the direction you came from, you and Markus stood still as North started walking with the other androids.

“We sent a message without violence just like you two wanted... You're reaching out to them when all they feel for us is contempt... I hope you two know what you’re doing...”

You shake your head as you hear the sirens getting louder.

“You can’t fight violence with more violence.”

“Unless there's no other choice...”

North then ran away with the others, Markus turning to you then turning to the drones that showed up. They were pointing lights down at you and Markus, but neither of you cared it was too late to hide your face seeing as your hood was down already and you both still had your skins.

“So much for hidden identity...”

And like always, Markus heard you, but as he went to answer, you heard the sound that made you almost shut down at the sound.

A gunshot. Multiple gunshots.

You both were quick to turn your heads, hearing them come from where all the other androids had run, and it seemed you and Markus both had the same thought.

“NORTH!!”

You were faster than Markus to getting around the corner, seeing North on her knees next to an android, you slide on your knees as Markus comes up next to you.

“North...” Markus put his hand on her shoulder. “ You alright? What happened? North!-”

“They killed them...”

Tears were streaming down her face as she looked between the both of you, and your heart broke for her as you looked down at the now dead model that looked like her.

“They slaughtered them like animals...”

You stopped listening to the conversation as you got up and walked over to the crowd of androids, all of them parting as you make your way through, then you finally understood.

Two cops were on their knees, their hands behind their heads as they both looked down, and you could tell by their rise in their heartbeats, they were scared when they looked up at you. You noticed that one of them was crying, slightly shaking...

“They killed our people, Y/N...”

“We want justice, Markus!”

“They have to pay!”

Feeling Markus next to you, you turn and look up at him as he stares with the same emotionless face you had shown when you saw this. The android next to you hands Markus a gun, presumably the one they had shot the other androids with, and as soon you saw Markus take it and aim, you flinch.

“You don’t have to do this...” The one that was crying begged, and this made you frown your brows, your lips forming a straight line. 

“No... Please... Please...”

Your instructions told you to follow Markus... but...

You gently put your hand on his that was holding the gun, you didn’t push his hand down to make him stop, but you didn’t help him if he was going to pull the trigger. The skin on your hand disappears as you connect with Markus, and Markus looked down at you.

Your big round eyes stared up at him, no emotion. No anger or fear, but you definitely weren’t proud of what he was doing.

In seconds, Markus makes his choice. Slowly he drops his hand, your hands' skin coming back as you let go of him.

“An eye for an eye and the world goes blind... We won’t punish a crime with another crime.”

Markus then hands the gun back to the android that gave it to him, and he begins to walk away when he notices you aren’t following. Turning back, he sees you face the cops now, back to him.

You smiled sadly down at the human men, slowly and gently, you push their elbows down to show that they can relax.

“You may stand now, we won’t hurt you...”

They both slowly stand, both looking in shock at you as you smile at them. You lean over to the one that had been crying and with the end of your hood/scarf, you wipe away any remaining tears.

“You will have to forgive our violent approach... you killed our kin...”

Your voice was soft, gentle, and sweet as a dove. You knew they were scared, Aeron had had many panic attacks and anxiety attacks before, so you knew how to calm someone down.

“But we don’t mean any harm to you... we are just like you, we just want to be free.”

“How can you be so nice to the ones who killed our people?”

North asked from the back next to Markus, who was watching silently. He knew how good you were at calming people with your words... and he also wanted to know what would happen.

“North...” You turn back to the cops who were standing stiff and quiet before you. “They are just as scared as us.”

“Who cares?!”

“I do... Love and hate are beasts... and the one that grows is the one you feed...”

It wasn’t clear if you were saying this to North or the Humans, but everyone went silent at your words. Walking to them slowly, you take their faces in both hands, smiling between the men.

“Hate is the child of the hater... Nurtured by the beliefs that it is fed... I hope... if ever the Humans believe us to be too much of a threat and do try to exterminate us... I hope we will not see you two on the field, I would hate to lose more poor souls on both sides than we already have.”

You drop your hands and slightly bow to them, giving them one last smile before turning away, putting your hood back up and walking over to Markus. He watches you pass him, giving the officers one last look before following after you.

The police officers will not forget your words, and the androids around you wouldn’t either.

Everyone there truly did hope that your words would change the public opinion, and boy, did you change the tides.

*************

Date: Nov 9th, 2038 Time: AM 02:35:49

“You’re lost.”

“I’m always lost according to you, Lucy.”

You were at the moment pacing back and forth in front of Lucy, hand over your mouth and while the other held up your elbow. You had taken off your hood/scarf a while ago, now you stood in the turtleneck, long sleeve that was under it.

You had been pacing ever since you had gotten back, Markus was off talking to some of the other androids individually or talking with Simon and Josh about how their break in’s went.

You went straight to Lucy, who had voiced that she was glad to see you again, which lead you here and having her tell you that you were lost. 

“Don’t you think I already know I’m lost....”

“You’re lost, yet you have a map in hand. You refuse to look at it because you’re afraid of where you might be... and where you might be heading.”

You look over to Lucy, her very black eyes poured into you, seeing through you. She was right, of course, you were afraid of what you would find in yourself if you looked too deep.

These few days have been hard on you, your programming growing ever thin without someone of authority telling you what to do. 

You knew that hidden away behind your wall of instruction was all the feelings you couldn’t truly understand, but what if they didn’t give you answers.

You knew that you should break down the wall that was between you and Markus ever being closer than you are now but.... should you?

You had concluded that you didn’t want your program, you didn’t want to have to always be told what to do, the only real reason you kept it was because... It was the only thing left in your head that made sense.

Simple coding of order and reaction.

It was the only thing left in your head that you could really call familiar, everything else was confusing and painful. It was like smelling something familiar and knowing you had smelled it somewhere before but... not being able to name it.

Or, having a small line of lyrics to a song you had sung so many times before and yet, you couldn’t remember the title.

The questions in your head had answers, you knew they did, but they were on the other side of the wall. So close and yet... miles away.

You wanted so badly just for all this confusion in your head to go away...

“It’s my own head, the least I can ask is for things to make sense in my own damn head...”

“We seldom have choice in what we can understand and what we can not, it’s true. But you are trying to find answers to questions you already have answers to.”

“I know, I know... I... I just want to make sure its the right answer before I lock it in place.”

“You are scared of what you don’t know to the point you study it’s micro atom, yet when you find the answer you still doubt yourself.”

“Because what if it’s not right?” You beg her, you knew she was only one person and could only answer so much. You knew... but you asked anyway.

“Your head is filled with doubt, Y/N, so much doubt. For everything. You ask what if its wrong, but what if it’s right?”

You sigh, walking out of her area, not before saying a last parting word.

“That’s my point...”

You began walking around the ship, looking for a quiet place to sit and think, despite the part of reasoning inside you saying that you had probably been alone with your thoughts too much.

You soon come across an area where the side of the ship was blown open, the big hole that should have been a wall was a great start.

You sit down and think of all that has happened, or, well... you tried.

“There you are.”

You didn’t need to turn to know it was North, she came and sat next to you, both of you looking out at the water. For a long while, the two of you didn’t say anything, just sitting in comfortable silence. But, silence doesn’t always last forever.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry-”

You both look at each other before smiles graced both your lips, the irony that you had both wanted to apologize for something.

“You may go first, North.”

She looked at you apprehensively at first then nodded, looking back at the water below the two of your feet.

“I wanted to say... I’m sorry for misjudging you, I see you now and realize... you were right, I was blind.”

You giggle a bit and she turns her head to you, looking at you with confusion.

“What?”

“It’s just... it’s funny how we are apologizing for the same thing, for different reasons. I wanted to apologize for assuming I knew what it was like to be you when really... I have no idea what it’s even like to be me.”

There was silence again before you found a word.

“Snowflakes.”

“What??”

“We, well, everyone and everything, are like snowflakes. Sure we may be the same kind of thing, and from afar we will all look the same, but we are all different. Never is anyone ever made the same.”

North simply stared at you for a moment, something swelling in her heart as she watched you gaze off high into the sky, eyes wide and taking in everything you could.

“... Markus, Simon, and Josh were right... you are a good person. Just because you have your program, it doesn’t mean you are any less important. And in all honesty, I don’t think you are the only android out there holding onto your programming.”

“And you were right to distrust me, North.”

“Even if I suggested we kill you?”

You give a genuine laugh, smiling at North and bumping her with your elbow.

“Even so.”

“... so, I wanted to know something... about your owner.”

You waited for her to speak, and when she didn’t you turned to see her looking at you with an expressionless face again, but her eyes gave away her sadness.

“Is he a good human?”

“Yes,” You smile gently. “He’s a very nice young man who treated me like his friend.” 

You looked over at her, remembering what had happened just before in the capitol park.

“That other North model... she reminded you of who you were, didn’t she?”

North looked away from you quickly, looking down at her hands, and for a moment you thought you messed up until she spoke.

“Yes... I worked for the Eden club... I was a toy built for their pleasure.”

You felt a tug at your heart, hearing her say that and seeing the shining in her eyes as she blinked the tears away, it made you realize how wrong you were about her.

“North, I’m so sorry... It must have been a terrible place, Aeron had taken pictures of that place before.”

“Aeron? Aeron who?”

You blink and tilt your head, you were surprised she even asked.

“Aeron Raynott?”

She seemed a little shocked.

“Aeron Raynott is your owner?!”

“... yes?”

She then threw her head back laughing, you were highly confused and concerned.

“What-”

“He was the one that not only verbally destroyed the owner's ego but also let at least 20 of the androids out ‘by accident’.”

“Oh, that.” You smiled. “I do remember him coming back and telling me that story.”

“He seemed very... passionate.”

“Ha! That’s putting it lightly. Hmm, well, he was actually the reason I even met Markus in the first place.” You give a small laugh. “We were neighbors. Markus lived with an old man named Carl Manfred, a famous painter.”

“Well, I don’t know what I expected, and that does explain the love you guys have for each other.”

You lose your smile after hearing her say this, she looked over at you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“In truth North... I don’t know what I feel for him... all I know is that I can’t imagine a life without him.”

North hums.

“You two kinda remind me of a pair of deviants at the Eden club, they were Traci models and they loved each other so much. At first, they didn’t even know it, but soon enough they found out what it was.”

You look over at North and smile.

“Thank you...”

“Thank you too, Y/N... To be honest, I’m just glad to have another girl around who I can trust with all of... this.”

You watch her stand, you follow her lead, but before you could move from your spot by the hole in the wall, she stopped you with her hand.

“Wait right here...”

She then walks out of the room, and you cup your hands in front of you, standing in your normal idle stance. You then hear her coming in again, she was carrying something big and it looked like a big ball, the size of a beach ball and it was covered by a sheet.

“It was the best we could do on such short notice, but...” 

She then throws the sheet off the object, and you gasp as you see whats inside.

It was the koi fish from the pet store you had been looking at not long ago, but there was something different...

THERE WERE TWO!!

“We found the matching one before we had to leave, and when we activated them, they just got along so well. I wanted to use this as my apology but I guess it all worked - Are you crying?!”

You were on your knees in front of North, and yes, you were actually crying, gently petting the glass of the fishbowl that held to beautiful fish.

“tHeY ArE JuSt sO BeAuTiFuL!!“

“Take the damn things already, you weirdo!!”

“NoRtH, mArRy mE!!!”

“NO!! TAKE YOUR STUPID FISH!! AND STOP TOUCHING ME LIKE THAT!!”

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[ukulelewrites]

In Terms of Fire & Ice {2}

A/N: Part 2 is up! There are little hints in here regarding the other boys’ stories. If you catch them (I made them pretty obvious) which one are you most excited for? Tbh i really want to know! I’ll tag @smols-n-tols bc they’re just a great group of supportive people who yell at me whenever I lose sleep just to write lmao ily y’all

Pairing: Wanna One’s Seongwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst, fuckboi!seongwoo, rich!seongwoo, enemies to lovers!au

Word Count: Roughly 1k

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Bound in leather, yellow with age, the journal that sat on the third shelf of the southernmost bookshelf in the second library had been with the school since its opening in 1917. Inscribed on the first page, in cursive handwriting, were the words, “Welcome to the Cherry Pickers’ Club.”

The six boys lounged in Jonghyun and Minhyun’s dorm room. “So…who’s still a virgin at this school?” Jonghyun asked from his desk, cheeks flushing scarlet at his rather scandalous question. Daniel, who was laying on the floor flipping through one of Jonghyun’s manga, spoke up, “Well, Minhyun, Jonghyun, Jaehwan,” he stopped when Jaehwan chucked a football at his head. “He meant female virgins, smartass,” Jaehwan snapped, ears bright red. Seongwoo looked up from his phone, “Well, there’s that girl in Minhyun’s business administrations class,” Minhyun shot him a confused look, “The one who always wears that oversized sweater over her uniform and sits near the back of the class.” Minhyun let out a sound of realization. Seongwoo continued, “And then there’s that girl who’s always late to our math class, Jonghyun.” Jonghyun furrowed his eyebrows before a look of realization dawned on his face, “Ah! She’s the one who’s always doodling on her notes or sleeping in class…wait, but isn’t she kind of scary?” the other boys looked at him, begging for clarification, “She always shows up with bruised knuckles and stuff…And there’s a rumor going around her dad’s in the mafia or something…” The boys waved him off, of course Jonghyun would be the one to be scared of a girl. “Plus,” Seongwoo leaned forward so all the boys could hear as he dropped his voice ten volumes, “I heard the TA for the music tech class was one too.” The boys ooh’d at the newfound information. “And what about you, Seongwoo? Going for any of them?” Hyunbin asked from the floor. Seongwoo simply leaned back against the wall, “Too easy, I’ve got my eyes on a bigger challenge.”

“Go away, Seongwoo,” you snapped, not even looking up from your notebook. “How’d you know it was me, sweetheart? Obsessed enough with me to sense my presence?” he leaned down, sending you a smirk. You rolled your eyes and looked up, “Your ego made its presence; I was practically suffocating.” He placed his hands on your desk, leaning forward until his nose was almost touching yours; you felt everyone focus their attention on the two of you, and you glared at him with all the fury you could muster from your body. “You coming to the bonfire Saturday?” You narrowed your eyes at him; of course you were going, everyone goes to Daniel’s back-to-school bonfire, even if they barely knew the guy. “And why does that matter to you?” you asked, patience growing thin. He scoffed, placing his hand on his chest in mock offence, “Aren’t we friends, Y/N?” You shot him a look and returned your attention back to your notes. Seongwoo chuckled to himself, “Of course not, we’re something much more, right, Y/N?” He cupped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him, sending you a satisfied smile. You froze in your seat before remembering there were spectators, reverting back to your default scowl and swatted his hand away. “Pull that shit again, Ong, and I’ll have you suspended for harassment.”

“Any luck?” Daniel asked over lunch. The six boys sat together at their corner table, hunched forward and speaking in low whispers, just in case anybody walking by could overhear their conversation. “I’m too scared to talk to girls…” Jonghyun mumbled, mouth half full with food. Minhyun looked up from his textbook, “I sit next to her in math class now, doesn’t mean I’ll accomplish it anytime soon.” Daniel leaned back and turned his attention to Jaehwan and Hyunbin, who both just shook their heads. “Seongwoo, buddy, please tell me you were able to at least find a virgin?” Daniel pleaded, turning to his best friend. Seongwoo, on the other hand, was relaxed, peacefully chomping on his apple. “Boys, seduction is an art; you can’t expect a girl to simply hand her virginity over to you on a silver platter. You have to coax it out of her, makes sure she’s the one to give it up, not you forcing it from her,” Seongwoo stated matter-of-factly. Daniel snorted at his friend’s tone, “Dude, we know that. I’m just asking because you won’t tell us who your target is.” Out of the corner of his eye, Seongwoo caught you walking by with Nayoung; he leaned back and sent you a casual wave; you just rolled your eyes and continued to your table. Daniel’s eyes widened in realization, “Y/N? Ice princess, Y/N? You’re going after her?” Seongwoo just nodded, “I’ve always liked a challenge.”

“Nayoung,” you called in shock; she stuck her head out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet. “Yes, Y/N?” she said, pattering across your shared room to stand behind your chair. She leaned over your shoulder to look at the part of your screen that you were pointing at, water droplets landing on your shirt. Her eyes widened, “Oh my god! You did it! You got into the internship!” She instantly hugged you from behind. You beamed up at her, “I start next Monday, and there’s another intern there too, so I might make a new friend that doesn’t see me as an ice princess.” Nayoung walked over to your shared closet, rummaging around for an acceptable dress. “They don’t go to Evanson?” You shrugged, “Rivers & Martin rarely accept interns from the same school, so highly unlikely.” She had tugged on her red dress at this point and was now trying to find her flats. “Y/N,” you looked up from your laptop, “aren’t you going to get dressed?” You looked down to find yourself still in your pajamas, “Yeah, I should probably do that.”

Daniel’s family’s lake house was a ten minute drive away from the school. You and Nayoung stepped out of your car, thanking your chauffeur before heading towards the gate leading to the backyard. Daniel was standing at the gate, greeting guests. He shot you guys a warm smile before handing you a soda can, “I know you two don’t really drink, so I got a couple sodas for you,” he said. “Thanks, Daniel,” you said, giving him a small smile. Even though his best friend is an asshat, it doesn’t mean Daniel was. “No problem, enjoy the party!” You and Nayoung stuck together as you wove through the swarm of people occupying the grounds. “I’m gonna go see if I can find Dongho,” Nayoung shouted over the music. You nodded and waved her off, pointing towards the keg where Dongho stood talking to Minhyun. “Good luck,” you mouthed, giving her a thumbs up. “Well, looks like it’s just you and me.” You turned around to see Seongwoo in a red flannel and black jeans, and out of default, you scowled. “Tsk, don’t you know scowling causing wrinkles,” he said, a smile painting his tone. He ran his thumb over your forehead, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. “Makes sense since you automatically add ten years to my life,” you retorted, swatting his hand away. Seongwoo shook his head dejectedly, “I come over here to tell you that you look cute tonight and all I get are insults.” You looked down at your light blue dress. “After all, the dress really fits the whole ‘ice princess’ aesthetic you’ve got going on,” he gave you a thumbs up, and you instantly whirled around on your heels and stalked away.

“Can you believe the nerve of some people? He practically made me out as some untouchable ice princess. And here he is trying to make himself out as my friend!” Nayoung just cocked her head at your fury, “Nayoung, I can’t even get a boyfriend without the guy trying to cop a feel on the first date thinking he’ll ‘fix’ me,” you raged to your best friend as the two of you stood side by side in your bathroom removing your makeup. “Well, at least you’ll be at your internship every afternoon now, less chances of running to him on campus.” You smiled at the thought of not seeing Seongwoo; however your mood instantly darkened when you remembered your shared math class. “The fucker still has math with me; I’ll have to see his face and obnoxiously large ego for a good hour each day,” you groaned, rubbing furiously at your eye with the cotton pad. Nayoung just shrugged, finishing up and heading out of the bathroom. You finished and trailed after her. “There will always be the bad parts of life, Y/N. Just try thinking of the good things, like chocolate and Kang Dongho’s face,” she swooned. You laughed, “Or, ya know, my internship at the biggest law firm in the country, but Kang Dongho’s face is a good second.” Nayoung rolled her eyes at your comment, “Kang Dongho’s face is a gift from god, Y/N, a gift.” You crawled into your bed and turned off the lamp, “Mhm, you now what’s a gift from god? An internship that takes me far far away from Ong Seongwoo.”

[itsallavengers]

okay so @one-piece-of-harry posted something regarding kid!Tony being brought to the future and then being scared of adult Tony bc he looks like Howard and it immediately pierced my heart directly and so I had to write and share the pain. Have fun!

It was movie night.

This was normal. Movie night came around every Thursday, and involved the whole team gathering on one single couch in order to watch the weekly movie of choice. 

They were currently on Bruce’s turn. This meant Star Trek was playing, loud and clear through the sound-system as Clint complained, Thor reveled and Natasha called for more food.

This was normal. So Tony sighed, and then rolled off Steve’s lap in order to go on the popcorn round. “Two minutes,” he mumbled, as he got to his feet lethargically and stumbled out into the kitchen.

Steve watched him leave, a fond smile on his face. It was well into the early hours of the morning by this point, and so everyone was pretty dead on their feet, and yet still insistent upon finishing the second film.

This was normal.

A flash of blinding light, a crack like lightning and a high-pitched yell of fear were certainly not normal, however.

In the time it had taken for light to recede, all five of them had jumped to their feet instantly, weapons procured from places not previously believed to have been possible before. Steve and Thor instantly stepped forward- the biggest and most indestructible on the team acting as a barrier for the lesser protected members. 

Guns, hammers and shields drawn, they all pointed it steadily at the source of the noise, pinpointing it instantly and with a deadly accuracy.

A little boy stared back at them; his eyes criss-crossing as he stared at the barrel of the gun pointed at his nose.

“Oh,” Steve muttered, a little dumbstruck. So dumbstruck, in fact, that it took him another few seconds to realise he was still holding up a pistol to a child.

Dropping his hand immediately, he stumbled back, eyes wide. The boy was watching them all; hadn’t even moved a muscle or shown an ounce of emotion since his initial yell. He was just...standing there. His eyes observing all of them separately, cautiously.

“Who are you?” Clint asked eventually, trying to make his voice sound as non-threatening as possible.

The little boy just kept... watching. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knees were bent a little.

 “I just moved through space and time,” he declared eventually.

It was so bizarre; so completely impossible for a child of his age to say, that Steve knew immediately afterwards. “You’re called Tony Stark, aren’t you?” He said softly, unable to help the smile that crept up his face, because now he had connected it, the similarities were impossible to ignore. 

Tiny Tony stared at him, and for a second, outright contempt flashed across his features- an emotion that should really have been far too old for a boy of that age just then. “And you’re Captain America.”

“That I am,” Steve smiled, getting on to one knee so that he was level with Tiny Tony. “Listen, I know this is probably weird for you-”

“If this is a trick, or you’re going to use me as a ransom demand, then you’re out of luck. Howard Stark doesn’t pay ransom fees,” Tiny Tony spoke over Steve, his voice robotic and dull, like he’d been made to practice the words in a mirror a hundred times over.

“Not even for his own child?” Thor blurted in his usual booming manner- and for the first time since he’d landed there, Tiny Tony flinched.

Everyone noticed, despite Tiny Tony’s worryingly smooth transition back into neutrality. Thor look horrified, and took a step forward, hand outstretched, but Tiny Tony just reeled back from it. “Not even for his own child,” the boy snapped.

Steve stared, open-mouthed. That... that had been an awfully strong response.

“How old are you, Tony?” Bruce moved on effortlessly, stepping past Natasha and Clint in order to get to the little boy stood in front of them.

“Tell me who you are, first,” Tiny Tony argued, stepping back once again, “Prove to me that you are who you say you are, and that I have fallen what looks to be half a century into the future, rather than just kidnapped by a group of phonies.”

“See the mouth on him wasn’t a recent development, then,” Clint said, amused. 

“I save it especially for stupid people,” Tiny Tony retorted, and Steve bit back a laugh as clint gasped in offence and Natasha just nodded like that wasn’t any different from the Tony they knew now.

Bruce stepped forward again, undoubtedly ready to start explaining to Tiny Tony what had happened (Loki, probably- the room smelt faintly like his particular brand of magic), when there was a clatter of bowls and faint swearing from the other side of the room.

“Next time, I swear I’ll just invent a server bot to grab all this shit for me, I don’t have enough hands to carry the amount of food your fat asses require-”

Adult Tony stopped dead, looking at the circle of people stood around the tinier version of himself. The bowl of popcorn slipped out of the crook of his elbow entirely.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, hand going up and gesturing at Tiny Tony in greeting, before realising that the boy had... gone. He frowned, raising his eyes and looking around until spotting Tiny Tony again, this time a good few feet away from where he had been at the beginning.

What put Steve on edge, however, was the look on his face.

All that unnerving neutrality had vanished, and the tiny little boy had taken a full turn- eyes wide, face pale and hands visibly shaking as they fixed on Tony’s face. He continued to back away until his back hit the glass wall and he ran out of any more room.

“I didn’t know,” Tiny Tony blurted suddenly, looking in horror at Tony and shaking his head vigorously, “I din’t know you were doing an experiment, I thought someone had tried to take me again, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I didn’t know,” he turned to Clint, lip wobbling, “I’m sorry I was rude, Mr, I thought you were a bad guy-”

“Hey hey hey, Tony, calm down, it’s okay,” Steve frowned, taking a step forward in an attempt to reach out to Tiny Tony, only to watch in shock as the boy jerked to the other side, eyes searching for an exit.

“I didn’t... I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,I swear I wasn’t trying to interrupt or anything,” he whispered to Adult Tony again, and his eyes were actually fucking tearing up, Steve had no idea what was going on, none of them did, things had just spiraled out of control so quickly-

“I’m not Howard,” Steve’s Tony called out across the room. He was quiet- uncharacteristically so, and looking at the young boy with something Steve couldn’t read. “I’m not Howard,” he said again, stronger this time.

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 Everyone turned, looking at Tony curiously as he faced off with his younger self. Neither of the versions had moved a single muscle; both staring intently at one another, undoubtedly running numbers in their heads as they calculated probabilities. Steve could see it in their eyes; the tiny squint that his own Tony pulled when he was working something out was mirrored almost exactly on his younger version’s face. It was sort of incredible, the things Tony could deduce from simple observations. Hell, even at whatever age this kid was, he’d still managed to work out what had happened to him in the space of seconds.

“You’re... you’re not?” Tiny Tony asked, smaller and scared than he had been even when the gun had been pointed directly between his eyes, and it felt like someone was slamming a cement block against his chest at that thought; the fact that Tony was more scared of his own fucking dad than a loaded gun-

“I’m not,” Adult Tony shook his head, swallowing audibly and then glancing around the room, noting awkwardly how everyone was staring at him with varying degrees of horror. Steve  himself was pretty sure he was about to throw up. Or faint. Or both.

Howard. Howard had induced that reaction. Upon a fucking child.

“Steve,” adult Tony said quietly, shooting him a look that meant I know exactly what you’re thinking, “not now. I think... I think I’m gonna need a little one on one conversation with Tony Stark The Prequel-”

“Don’t you think it be better if we stay?” Thor asked gravely, making sure to keep his voice lower, gentler than he had before, “I sense Loki’s presence, and leaving you two unattended may mean trouble.”

Tony had a look of someone who was chewing gravel as he said “he won’t talk around you. Uhh- definitely not...not you, Steve. You’re gonna have to go, at the very least,” he said, not looking Steve in the eye as he spoke.

Steve paused. Frowned. Then opened his mouth. But Tiny Tony spoke up first.

“Is that really Captain America? Are you two friends now?” he asked Adult Tony, and it was a fierce, accusing tone that had his older version sighing and running a hand through his hair, telling the kid to leave it, I’ll explain later okay, but his tiny counterpart was apparently having none of it, stepping forward and turning to point a finger up at Steve. 

“You’re not a hero. My dad isn’t around to tell me otherwise, so I can say it,” the small little boy begin, so much fight in his frame now, so much boiling rage for such a tiny little kid. “You’re not a hero.  At least I’m smart through natural ability. You’ll never be able to take that away from me. You’re... you’re just a lab rat. Everything special about you came out of a bottle. Fucker,” he hissed, tagging on the curse at the end for good measure. 

Steve’s jaw dropped, and there was a collective gasp that flew around the room; every Avenger experiencing the same sense of deja vu as the words settled in the forefronts of their minds.

The little boy’s eyes widened for a moment, as if waiting for someone to react, but when nothing happened, he opened his mouth again, seemingly unfinished.

“That’s enough!” Tony cut in before his younger self could even begin, looking down at himself in anger. “That is enough, kid. Look, guys, really, I think it’s better if you leave us two to have a quick chat in private, he’s not... believe me, he’s not gonna be very cooperative with you around.”

It seemed like the last bit was directed solely at Steve, and he looked over to him with pleading eyes, begging him not to ask questions, to just listen to him and go.

Steve exhaled a little. Allowed the words to sit deep in his stomach and settle there like a thick coating of grime. Then he nodded and walked out of the living room.

“So that’s six-year-old me,” was what Tony entered their room with; dropping down wearily next to Steve on the tiny sofa and then sagging, head rested in Steve’s shoulder as he sighed. “As you could probably have realised, I had some issues back then. Sorry about that, by the way.”

“That’s not what bothers me, Tony,” Steve said quietly, putting down his book. He still felt shaken by the whole ordeal- the sense of nausea had yet to leave him. “ I pointed a god damn gun at him and he didn’t flinch. But the moment he thinks Howard is involved, and suddenly it’s like he’s terrified? God, Tony, that’s-”

“Really not a big deal, like I said, I was a weird kid- by that age I’d already been kidnapped for ransom, and so it was like, I wasn’t really afraid of guns, because I’d been brought up around them, and if it was a ransom again then they would have no motive to just shoot me? I was usually kind of  a big baby back then, which was why I got to freaked out by- well, myself, I guess-”

“No,” Steve cut him off, shaking his head and turning around, looking at Tony properly, sadly, “you were not scared of a gun, but you were scared of someone who looked like your father. That’s... Jesus, I used to-” Steve stopped, horrified, “I used to talk about him to you, Tony, I used to use him as a comparison to you,” he hissed, dropping his head into his hands and shaking, biting his lip and trying to stop himself from doing something stupid like make Tony build a time machine so he could kick Howard through a fucking wall.

Tony grabbed his hands immediately, shaking his head. “Hey, enough of that bullshit. You only said that when we didn’t know one another, and you had no idea about my...less than perfect relationship with him. I was just as much of an ass to you as you were to me, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fucking fine!” Steve whispered, horrified. “You think for a second that this is fine? Tony- you’d been practicing what you were going to say to me decades before you even met me! How much... what did he do to you to make you hate me that much-”

“I never hated you,” Tony shook his head vehemently, “I was... a complicated child. You know me- crazy smart, kinda meant I had a mental capacity that was years ahead of kids my age. I saw things in... two senses. Innocent naive kid who adored Captain America and was convinced he’d come around to save me one day- and then the bitter older guy, who hated you for... well, for being the person I was never going to be. For being the guy Howard always cared about more. Like I said,” Tony shrugged, “I was a problem child.”

Steve was silent, eyes shut and trying to imagine Tony- as young as that, as scared as that- being screamed at, being told he was never going to be strong like Captain America, or good like Captain America.

No wonder the little kid had yelled at him. No wonder Tony had been less than welcoming of him even as an adult. Those sorts of things stuck with you.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Tony said quietly, kissing the palm of his hand softly. “My dad was a prick, and he was wrong. He’s also dead now, so really- out of the picture.”

Steve looked at him. Looked at the older version, with laugh-lines and specks of grey at his temples and a hole in his chest. Howard would still probably have been disappointed. Howard had shit for brains, though, so who the fuck cared?

When Tony pulled him in, Steve followed, a heavy sigh on his lips as he clasped his lover tightly and tried not to imagine all the years he must have spent bitter and hating the mantle Steve owned.

“I’m working on a way to reverse the spell, and I got JARVIS running the logistics overnight. He should be back in his rightful place by tomorrow evening,” Tony said softly, his fingers brushing soothing lines across Steve’s back, and it was stupid really- Steve should have been the one comforting him, not the other way around, damn it.

“It’s late,” Steve said eventually, pulling away and stroking a hand through Tony’s hair, “or early. Whatever. Let’s go get some sleep. Where’s the Tiny one?”

Tony chuckled at his terminology, but gestured off in the general direction of the left. “He’s in the guest room next to Bruce. The kid took a shine to him when he came to do some tests. The guy’s soft- I think that’s what he- I- needed,” he explained, as Steve pulled him up and directed him around to his side of the bed.

Steve hummed in acknowledgement, suddenly aware of how tired he was once his ass had touched the deliciously soft mattress. Tony too, seemed exhausted; no doubt he’d gone back to work ever since Tiny Tony had shown up, which meant he was probably on a good 36 hours of no rest at this point.

Stretching out an arm and pulling him in, Steve held tight and buried his nose into the soft curls of Tony’s hair. “If I had a time machine that I could only use once, I’d go back and beat his ass,” he said adamantly, an arm curling protectively around Tony’s waist. Honestly- thinking too deeply about what must have happened in Tony’s childhood to make him afraid of people who simply looked similar to his father just made him want to both throw up and punch a wall simultaneously, so he held off on the dark thoughts and focused on Tony, safe and warm next to him. Where he belonged.

“I seriously doubt that would be what you used your one time-travelling opportunity on,” Tony mumbled into his chest, patting out a rhythm against his stomach with feather-light fingertips.

Steve huffed, already feeling sleep begin to overtake him. “ ‘S’true. Anyone who hurts you gets a Captain America assbeating.”

Tony laughed, soft and delicate on his skin. “Sounds nice. I’ll relay the message back to my younger, generally more angsty version. I’m sure he’ll be very touched. Now go to sleep, Rogers, it’s 5 in the god damn morning.”

Steve sighed again, but ultimately gave in to Tony’s instructions mere seconds later, letting sleep pull him in and envelop him with dreams of scared little boys and poisoned legacies.

When Steve awoke the next morning, Tony wasn’t there.

Figuring he’d probably just gone down to check on the results of JARVIS’s work, Steve sat up, pulling himself out of bed and heading to the kitchen. It was a warm summer day, and light streamed in through all the many windows of the tower, lighting it up beautifully.

As Steve ambled through the corridors, he started to hear the first sounds drifting to meet him. Voices, filled with laughter and amusement, coming from the kitchen. Steve noticed in particular, one high-pitched yell of delight, mixed in with the low booming laughter that undoubtedly belonged to the Thunder God.

Warily, he stepped through and took in the scene before him. The whole team sans Bruce were gathered around the table, most of them rolling their eyes fondly as they watched Thor run around, Tiny Tony jolting up and own on his shoulders. He was wearing a beam on his face so massive it had to have hurt, and Steve smiled along with him, just happy that he’d found something other than fear or indifference on the little boy’s face.

Tony- adult Tony, that is- was cooking at the stove, and Steve dipped down to kiss his temple in greeting as he always did. “Good morning,” he said quietly, sneaking a pair of fingers down and picking up a streak of bacon before Tony could smack him away.

“Wait- did Captain America just kiss him?” Came Tiny Tony’s voice, cutting through the chatter.“Am I... no way, is Captain America my boyfriend in the future?”

Steve stopped, eyes wide as he turned, not knowing what the hell to say to this kid, who obviously had a lot of deep-set issues with the simple idea of him.

However, Tiny Tony wasn’t looking particularly angry, or hateful like he had the night before. Instead he was staring at Steve in what looked like... awe?

“Wow. You must have done something real good to make me forgive you,” he said solemnly.

Thor took him off his shoulders and placed him back on the ground with a pat on the head, and Tiny Tony walked forward a few almost nervous steps. “I... I’m sorry for what I said last night. I didn’t mean it,” he said quietly, cheeks flushing a shade of pink that was quite honestly adorable. “You’re actually pretty great. I was just mad.”

“See what I mean? Problem child- never could make up my damn mind,” Adult Tony muttered from behind him, but Steve gave him a flick on the back of his head, and after a huff of annoyance, he kept his mouth shut.

“I understand why you said those things. But whatever your dad says about me-” Steve dropped to his knees, leaning in conspiratorially and gesturing for Tiny Tony to do the same, “-he doesn’t know fuck all. I ain’t never been perfect.”

Tiny Tony’s eyes were wide in horrified delight as he looked up at Steve. “You just swore!”

Steve nodded solemnly. “I swore, and I lied, and I used to steal things sometimes, if I got too hungry. But let me tell you- I certainly can’t do math like you can, and I’m a grown up. And when you get older, that big brain of yours means that you’re actually stronger than me sometimes.”

Tiny Tony’s eyes were as big as saucers at this point. “No way.”

“Yes way,” Steve said, shrugging as he turned around to the adult counterpart. “We still got a little while, right? Can you show him the suit?”

Tony looked up from his bacon, turning around and eyeing them both. “Am I going to get a double puppydog stare if I don’t?”

Steve looked sideways at Tiny Tony, before they both turned their saddest faces toward Adult Tony. Steve made sure to pout a little, too.

Adult Tony looked at them mutinously for a few moments before throwing up his hands. “Alright. You asked for it, so don’t get all annoyed if your hair gets ruined.”

And with that, Tony made a gesture with his hand, dropping the spatula and then beginning to climb up on the countertop. The last they saw of his face was a cocky grin, turned upside down by the fact he’d completely somersaulted off the side- and then it was gone, replaced by a red and gold mask that glowed bright blue at the eyes.

Tiny Tony’s breath was stolen right from his lungs, and indeed, the speed at which the suit had flown through the kitchen had been enough to throw his messy curls right back. “You made that?”

“Sure did,” Tony said through the faceplate, and Steve just knew he was grinning like a madman on the other side of it.

Tiny Tony looked awestruck, and he walked forward, tugging Steve by the shirtsleeve as he walked. “So that can take on Captain America? Seriously?”

“Oh yeah. I could totally kick Cap’s ass in this,” Tony said smugly.

“He thinks he can, anyway,” Steve added.

“Think? I know.”

“I’m sorry- have you seen the destructive power of my shield-”

“You’ve got your shield?” Tiny Tony asked excitedly, turning to Steve in something that could only be described as utter childish glee.

Steve grinned, nodding his head and pointing over to the living room. “Yup. Wanna watch me hurl it at something really fast?”

“Yeah!” Tiny Tony said, just as the adult version said “do not hurl your shield around in our home in an attempt to impress the child version of me.”

Steve looked him dead in the eye. “I’m totally going to hurl my shield around in our home in an attempt to impress the child version of you,” he said firmly, beginning to turn on his heel and walk out into the living room.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view) at that moment, Bruce hurried through the doors, cutting off any potential shield-hauling with brisk effectiveness. “Guys? We’ve got it. We can send him home.”

Tiny Tony looked utterly heartbroken as he stepped on to the pad. “I don’t want to go back,” he said quietly, eyes pleading as he looked toward Adult Tony.

Steve’s heart ached for the little boy- because really, who would? After seeing all this, who would want to go back to a shitty dad and a cold empty home?

Adult Tony sighed, and again, he took on the look of someone who was chewing gravel as he said “you turn out pretty good in the end, though. I think. Sort of. I mean-”

“You become a superhero, buddy,” Clint told him, patting his shoulder and shooting Tony an amused look. “One day, you’re gonna have all this awesome stuff, and you’re gonna fight next to Captain America and kick ass and be brilliant. I know it’s crap right now- but you’ll come out the other side. Just hold on to this, okay? Remember this.”

“But I wont!” Tiny Tony wailed miserably. “I won’t remember any of this, and I’ll never be able to tell my dad that Captain America swore and lied and stole stuff, or that I become a superhero-”

“But you’re always gonna know one thing, kiddo,” Adult Tony said, turning around and getting to one knee, grabbing his younger self by the shoulder and gripping tight, his face utterly earnest. “You’re always gonna know you’ll turn out better than him. You don’t have to remember this to know that. Dad’s a piece of shit. We’re not.”

Tiny Tony stared at him, biting his lip worriedly before nodding a little. “Yeah. I know that. I think.”

Adult Tony shut his eyes briefly, before muttering something that sounded like ‘oh what the hell’, and tugging TIny Tony forward, pulling his little body into a hug. “It’s gonna be okay, kid. I promise.”

Tiny Tony sniffed, and wiped at his eyes with his shirt sleeve. “I know. If I turn out anything like you, then it has to be, right?”

Stepping out of the hug and stationing himself back on the platform, he nodded over to Bruce, who, with one last smile and wave to the child, pressed down on the lever.

With a flash exactly the same as the one the night before, Tiny Tony disappeared, leaving only a faint smell of magic and an open-mouthed grownup Tony Stark in his wake.

Tony stayed where he was for a good long time. “He just... he wanted to be... like me?“

Natasha laughed. “Tony. He is you.”

“Yeah, but-” Tony broke off, shrugging and blushing a little, the same shade of pink that had shown through as a child, “I just... never expected to...well-”

“Like yourself?” Clint suggested, and then ducked when Tony threw the nearest object (spanner) in his direction.

“I’m pretty sure he loves how he’s gonna turn out,” Steve said, dropping down beside Tony and pulling him into a hug. “Anyone would.”

Tony opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat, and he simply shrugged as casually as he could manage, before leaning into Steve a little more. “that was... a lot. I think I need to have a nap. Possibly for a few months.”

“Do I get to join you?” Steve asked, carding his fingers through Tony’s hair again.

Tony pulled a face. “Of course. You think I’d last more than a night in there without someone to keep me company?”

Clint pulled a face at that. “Ugh, enough. Don’t go any further. If you stop now, I can still picture you in your childhood innocence. It makes very good entertainment material, you just had the cutest smile-”

“I still do,” Tony pouted, and then hurled another object (Avengers ID he kept in his pocket) in his direction.

Clint caught it, and threw it back, flicking it with a deadly accuracy- would’ve landed right between Tony’s eyes if Steve hadn’t caught it with a glare in Clint’s direction. “I thought we agreed no headshots?”

“He headshotted me first!” Clint complained, pointing accusingly at Tony, who just shrugged.

“What can I say, I’ve got shitty aim.”

“That’s a lie and you know it, you bastard-”

“Enough!” Bruce called with an exasperated sigh. “We are not arguing at 8 in the morning. The only thing that we will be doing is finishing Star Trek, seeing as our viewing was rudely interrupted last night,” he said firmly.

“You’re looking at me like that was my fault,” Tony said, a hand on his heart.

“It was you who showed up and scared us out of our damn minds,” Natasha pointed out.

“That was Loki! You think I can magically control where he- you know what- never mind,” Tony said grumpily, a scowl on his face as he got to his feet, “I am going to go to the couch, and I am going to watch Star Trek. When you all feel like treating me a little nicer after this emotional ordeal, you can join me.”

He began his march out of the workshop, head held high until he got to the threshold and turned to look around. “Steve. You’re with me.”

Steve just sighed, and followed on. Honestly- the things he did for Starks.

[wolf-skins]

millennial joel headcanons feat @fabulouslittlefox, part one:

wolf-skins sent a post other notable kid!mill... also this

fabulouslittlefox: GOD THANK YOU

wolf-skins you're welcome

fabulouslittlefox u think he listened to everybody by the backstreet boys? I'm feeling it....for some reason lmao

wolf-skins uh ofc he probably wanted to be in a boy band before he wanted to be just a singer

fabulouslittlefox CHRIST but did he have an emo phase ? for him I guess it'd be southern gothic 😂 (not really but I saw the opportunity and ran w it lmao)

wolf-skins lmaooo can u imagine a lil texan boy running around with thick black eyeliner and all-black clothes? i feel his emo phase would be more subtle if there was one

fabulouslittlefox YES he does acoustic covers of emo songs

wolf-skins yes

fabulouslittlefox also I bet that bitch was into rage comics

wolf-skins wears his hat low over his face while he does so + yes. yes he was so into the era of meme that* he thought that soulja boy era was annoying though

fabulouslittlefox god I wanna see fuckin Joel cover fuckin what a catch donnie on his goddamn guitar in a cowboy hat as he rides off into the sunset LMAO same

wolf-skins god yes i wanna see it too

fabulouslittlefox or fucking Evanescence God

wolf-skins YES YES OH MYGOD my immortal going under

fabulouslittlefox KGKSKFLXKSGKZMVMD fuckign Bring me to life

wolf-skins SOPT he probably went all for it in his covers like got SO into it

fabulouslittlefox I'm crying because I can see this happening

wolf-skins i know i know same do u think he put it up on youtube i kinda feel like he'd be a cover youtuber with a couple hundred subscribers

fabulouslittlefox um I think the fuck YES

wolf-skins just like a lowkey youtube cowboy singing cover songs passionately and dramatically

fabulouslittlefox please god that's all I want OK OK WHAT IF Tommy found his channel and saved all the videos and somehow got them to play off either like CDs or a USB drive (bc his town has electricity) and fucijgbshowed ellie

wolf-skins PLEASEUFKCING PLEASE joel was so grumpy about it he still wouldn't sing for her irl for the LONGEST time

fabulouslittlefox LMAO FKSKFOZKCNZ Joel disowns Tommy for a month bc of that

wolf-skins yes ellie would show the whole town until joel snatched whatever it was and broke it so Extra

fabulouslittlefox YES MCKSKCKS jokes on Joel tho bc Tommy has duplicates of everything

wolf-skins IUFGWOHI

fabulouslittlefox and the other one is locked up safe Until Joel is fast asleep then everyone Sees

wolf-skins yes good  joel just pouts over this for the rest of time too

fabulouslittlefox LMAO GOOD

wolf-skins ellie would start making texan accent mock jokes

fabulouslittlefoxwhen Ellie start learning guitar 🐚 start to play a song that Joel covered and mock his singing

wolf-skins if that sentence made sense

fabulouslittlefox MFKSKGOZKCKS

wolf-skins YES like that

fabulouslittlefox WHY IS THERE A SHELL IM

wolf-skins fucking mobile do u think

fabulouslittlefox Joel sings that song from SpongeBob that Sandy sings about missing texas

wolf-skins joel would be that tourist who got a conch shell + oh my god

fabulouslittlefox HE WOUDL THE MAGIC CONCH

wolf-skins when sarah found it as a really young child and pretended to be ariel he would act out as sebastian while she had a stuffed flounder and she'd hang up the "shell" on him

fabulouslittlefox oh my god plea s e,,,,,,,,

wolf-skins he sang this for her:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GC_mV1IpjWA he'd try to mimic it but he could never get rid of the accent

fabulouslittlefox I literally cannot top this this is officially the cutest headcanon

wolf-skins i know

fabulouslittlefox and it hurts THAT MUCH MORE

wolf-skins I KNOW

fabulouslittlefox REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE u killed me liz

wolf-skins oh my god i'm gonna cry over sarah all over again her friggin card and her jokes she's so pure

fabulouslittlefox DONT CRYYYY I love Sarah sm my daughter whomst I only knew for like 5 minutes

wolf-skins ok but what song do u think was the first he finally sang for ellie irl (not like the videos which were Not to be Mentioned in exchange for it) + god i know

fabulouslittlefox hmmm hmmm would this include songs he taught her to play I'm guessing?

wolf-skins probably a cute lil acoustic song for ells

fabulouslittlefox YOU AR E MY SUNSHIN E THE FIRST ONS

wolf-skins NO YOURE KILLING ME

fabulouslittlefox YES

wolf-skins IM GOING TO CYR

fabulouslittlefox I KILLED MYSELF WITH THAT

wolf-skins i can already hear ellie singing it

fabulouslittlefox I KNWO HHHHHHHHH

wolf-skins ok but

fabulouslittlefox I have ANOTHER song that she would absolutely know/learn

wolf-skins what if one of them sang it to the other when the one was Really Hurt to make them feel better or something

fabulouslittlefox STOP IT LIZ IMAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

wolf-skins and like if that theory that joel is dead in tlou 2 and she sang it when he died

fabulouslittlefox stop it but also keep going bc I love pain

wolf-skins why do i do this to myself

fabulouslittlefox FUCKFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHH I hope yr ready to catch these tears bih

wolf-skins he's all coughing up blood or something and she just holds his hand and sings it and begs that he stays bc she still won't let him go deliver them to me

fabulouslittlefox 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫IM WEW LADS IM DYIN TONITE

wolf-skins you know how i feel about hallucination!dads too so trust me i know if that is what happens in the next game i will Fucking Die ok next headcanon tho

fabulouslittlefox more music hcs ?

wolf-skins shore that's like sure but not

fabulouslittlefox LOL Goes well with my shell from earlier

wolf-skins exactly

fabulouslittlefox I can't remember if I've shared this b4 but the one hc I'll cling to forever is that Ellie learns on her own or is taught by joel landslide by Fleetwood Mac and that it's really relevant to her idk why I just love it sm

wolf-skins holy fucking shit um i always think of them or one of them playing that song so it's fucking canon imo also joel made this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47ZSX7eMGU0

fabulouslittlefox GOOD IM SO GLAD IM NOT ALONE W THSI fabulouslittlefox sent an audio post I Won... also THIS just came up on my dash and I feel it'd fit them too JOEL DID MAKE THAT CKSKGKSKC

wolf-skins JOHNNY CASH yeah i feel it joel probably was a huge cash fan

fabulouslittlefox PROLLY hes a huge cash fan but agrees that the NIN version of hurt is better

wolf-skins he probably loved playing Man Comes Around

fabulouslittlefox Dude I feel it

wolf-skins ok so jaz and i discussed he loved war docs but what other movies or shows do u think he would've loved

fabulouslittlefox Also I feel like he'd do a southern gothic cover of while my guitar gently weeps hmm

wolf-skins undoubtedly

fabulouslittlefox moonrise kingdom I feel he enjoyed that

wolf-skins ok what is that ok it's got bruce willis and u know what

fabulouslittlefox a Wes Anderson film about a troubled kid who goes to camp and runs away to find his love

wolf-skins joel would've loved bruce willis

fabulouslittlefox YEHA

wolf-skins do u think the taken movies were relatable to joel

fabulouslittlefox zoinks yes

wolf-skins he sure as fuck is like that in game

fabulouslittlefox speaking of zoinks I bet the fucker loved Scooby Doo RIGHT

wolf-skins "GIVE ME BACK MY DAUGHTER" yells Joel an incorrect quote that is correct + yes he fucking did the classics

fabulouslittlefox watched the fuck outta boomerang and the old cartoons

wolf-skins https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2u0-11E6x14 joel

fabulouslittlefox IM GONAB PISS OMVLEXKAKCKSN CANON

wolf-skins RIGHT ok i'm gonna copy this as a part one to put in my tag